USS Spectre Compile - October 1st-31st 2007 by Alan Reading ========================================================================= Mission: ***Docked*** Day: 01 Stardate: 2407.04.05 (Starbase Geneva - Deck 27 - Outside of Callahan’s Bar - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 12:44) (USS Spectre - Security Centre - TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna – 12:46) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 27 – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 12:48) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 27 - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 12:49) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 27 - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 12:51) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 27 - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 12:54) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 27 - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 12:55) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 27 - Ensign (jg) Jynea Kreung - 12:56) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 12:58) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 13:00) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 13:02) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 13:05) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 13:08) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag – Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 13:10) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 13:12) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 13:14) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 13:22) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 13:24) (USS Spectre - Quarters - Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 13:25) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 13:26) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 13:28) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 13:30) (USS Spectre - Engineering - ACEO Jacqueline Bristed - 15:04) (USS Spectre - Engineering - Engineer Peter Hendrix - 15:05) (USS Spectre - Personal Quarters - ACEO Jacqueline Bristed - 15:36) (Starbase Geneva - The old Monk - TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 17:30) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 17:48) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 17:52) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 17:53) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 17:55) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 17:57) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 18:00) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 18:04) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - Corporal Houseman - 18:05) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 18:07) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - TAC/ASC Charles "Chuck" Donaldson - 18:07) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 18:07) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - Corporal Houseman - 18:10) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk – Corporal Houseman - 18:11) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 18:12) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - MXO Bruce Kowalski - 18:15) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 18:22) (Starbase Geneva - Promenade Deck - Ensign Jacqueline Bristed - 19:29) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 22:00) (USS Spectre - Deck 3 - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 22:00) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - CMO Williams - 22:06) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - TAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 22:07) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 22:10) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - CMO Williams - 22:11) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 22:12) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4- TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 22:12) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - CMO Williams - 22:15) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 22:16) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 22:18) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 22:20) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 22:22) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - TAC/ASC Alex Goldsteen - 22:23) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 22:24) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - CMO Williams - 22:26) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 22:27) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 22:27) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 – CMO Williams - 22:30) (USS Spectre - Junior Officer's Quarters - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 22:40) ========================================================================= Mission: ***Docked*** Day: 02 Stardate: 2407.04.06 (USS Spectre – CMO Personal Quarters – CMO Williams – 01:02) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – CMO Williams – 01:30) (USS Spectre – Sickbay –Nurse Douwsy – 01:33) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 07:15) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO Williams - 07:18) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 07:20) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO Williams - 07:25) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 07:26) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 07:27) (USS Spectre – Ten forward – CMO Williams - 07:32) (USS Spectre - Ten forward - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 07:34) (USS Spectre - Ten forward – CMO Williams - 07:36) (USS Spectre - Ten forward - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 07:38) (USS Spectre - Ten forward – CMO Williams - 07:41) (USS Spectre - Ten forward - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 07:43) (USS Spectre - Ten forward – CMO Williams - 07:45) (USS Spectre - Ten forward - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 07:47) (USS Spectre - Ten forward - CMO Williams - 07:49) (USS Spectre - Ten forward - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 07:51) (USS Spectre - Ten forward – CMO Williams - 07:54) (USS Spectre - Ten forward - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 07:56) (USS Spectre - Ten forward – CMO Williams - 07:59) (USS Spectre - Ten forward - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 08:00) (USS Spectre - Ten forward – CMO Williams - 08:04) (Starbase Geneva - Holo-Café Diem - Ensign Ardena Carrow - 08:15) (USS Spectre - Security Centre - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 08:50) (USS Spectre - Security Centre - TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 08:52) (USS Spectre - Security Centre - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 08:53) (Starbase Geneva - Holo-Café Diem - PO2 Suri Rapeet - 09:05) (USS Spectre - OPS conference room - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 10:00) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 1 - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 10:15) (Starbase Geneva - Exotic Companions Pet Shoppe - Ensign S'rrep - 11:07) (USS Spectre - Umbilical Cord 2 - Crewman Tk'kit - 11:20) (USS Spectre - Umbilical Cord 2 - Ensign S'rrep - 11:21) (USS Spectre - Umbilical Cord 2 - Crewman Tk'kit - 11:23) (USS Spectre - S'rrep's Personal Quarters - The kitten - 12:07) (USS Spectre – Corridor – Corporal Houseman - 12:09) (USS Spectre - Deck Three - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 14:05) (USS Spectre - Deck Three Coridoor - Captain T'Vhor - 14:07) (USS Spectre – Holodeck 3 – Nurse Douwsy - 14:15) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor & Captain Susan Rivers - 14:15) (USS Spectre - Senior Officers Mess - Captain T'Vhor & Captain Susan Rivers - 14:30) (USS Spectre – Sickbay - CMO Williams - 18:05) (USS Spectre - Nacelle A - Petty Officer Suri Rapeet - 21:50) (USS Spectre - Astrometrics - Ensign Ardena Carrow - 21:52) (Starbase Geneva – Holodeck 7 – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 22:13) ========================================================================= Mission: ***Docked*** Day: 03 Stardate: 2407.04.07 (USS Spectre – Bys’At’s Quarters - Ensign Bys’At - 06:00) (USS Spectre – Engineering - Ensign Bys’At - 06:10) (USS Spectre – Engineering - ACEO Ensign Jacqueline Bristed - 06:11) (USS Spectre – Engineering – Ensign Bys’At - 6:12) (USS Spectre – Engineering – ACEO Ensign Bristed - 6:13) (USS Spectre – Engineering – Ensign Bys’At - 6:16) (USS Spectre – Engineering – ACEO Ensign Jacqueline Bristed - 6:17) (Starbase Geneva - Holodeck 2 - Martial Arts Tournament – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 7:05) (Starbase Geneva – Security Lockup – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 8:40) (USS Spectre – Brig – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 9:15) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 18:00) (Starbase Geneva - Bedknob and Breadsticks restaurant - ACEO Ensign Jacqueline Bristed - 19:40) (USS Spectre - Deck 5, Cargo Bay 1 - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 19:40) (USS Spectre - Jefferies Tube 61-A - First Officer, Lieutenant Commander Brian Rogers - 19:42) (Starbase Geneva – Corridor – Agent Smith - 19:43) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 62, Security Centre - TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 19:44) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – CMO Williams - 19:44) (USS Spectre - Captain's Quarters - Captain T'Vhor - 19:45) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 19:45) (USS Spectre – Corridor – Corporal Houseman - 19:45) (USS Spectre – Personal quarters – Nurse Douwsy - 19:45) (USS Spectre - Corridor - Crewman Tk'kit - 19:45) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room - PO2 Suri Rapeet - 19:45) (USS Spectre - Deck 2 - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 19:45) (USS Spectre – Out side Jefferies Tube 61-A – CMO Williams - 19:47) (USS Spectre – Stellar Cartography – Ensign Bys’At - 19:47) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – Nurse Douwsy - 19:48) (USS Spectre - Corridor – Corporal Houseman - 19:48) (USS Spectre – Brig – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 19:49) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 19:50) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – Nurse Douwsy - 19:50) (USS Spectre - Bridge - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 19:51) (USS Spectre - Sick Bay - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 19:51) (USS Spectre - Holding Cells - PO2 Suri Rapeet - 19:51) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Surgical theatre - CMO Williams - 19:53) (USS Spectre - Holding Cells – Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 19:54) (USS Spectre - Holding Cells – Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 19:56) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 19:57) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 20:00) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Surgical theatre - CMO Williams - 20:15) (USS Spectre - Holding Cells – Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 20:23) (Starbase Geneva - Observation Deck - LCPL Rameriz & Lieutenant to Twinpoints - 20:28) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Surgical theatre - CMO Williams - 20:45) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 20:55) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 21:00) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 21:00) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO Williams - 21:03) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 21:04) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO Williams - 21:07) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 21:08) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 24, Civilian Quarters, Vashan's rooms - ACEO Ensign Jacqueline Bristed - 21:08) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO Williams - 21:10) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 21:13) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor & Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 21:15) ========================================================================= Mission: ***Docked*** Day: 4 Stardate: 2407.04.08 (USS Spectre - Sickbay – Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 01:29) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO Williams – 01:33) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson and Nurse T’Pia Pelletier – 01:36) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO Williams – 01:38) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson and Nurse T’Pia Pelletier – 01:41) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO Williams – 01:44) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 01:50) (Starbase Geneva - Holding Cells - LCPL Jose Rameriz - 05:30) (USS Spectre - Training Room - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 08:30) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 11:30) ========================================================================= Mission ***Docked*** Day: 7 Stardate: 2407.04.11 (USS Spectre – Chuck’s Quarters – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 03:30) ========================================================================= Mission: Emissary on the Edge of Tomorrow Day: 1 Stardate: 2407.04.15 (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 06:00) (Starbase Geneva - Fleet Ops Office - Lieutenant (JG) Michael Ian O'Connor - 06:05) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – CMO Williams - 06:05) (USS Spectre - Personal Quarters - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 06:30) (USS Spectre – Holodeck 2 – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 06:35) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 06:45) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters - Mark the Bunny - 06:45) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CMO Williams - 06:48) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters - Mark the Bunny - 06:55) (USS Spectre – Jynea’s Quarters – Ensign Bys’At - 7:00) (USS Spectre - The Walls of Jynea's Quarters - Mark the Bunny - 07:05) (USS Spectre – Holodeck 2 – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 07:15) (USS Spectre – Jynea’s Quarters – Ensign Bys’At - 7:21) (USS Spectre – Jynea’s Quarters – Ensign Bys’At - 7:25) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 07:25) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters - Civilian Mark the Furry - 7:30) (USS Spectre - Counselling Department - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 07:38) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters – Ensign Bys’At - 7:40) (USS Spectre - Conference room - Captain T'Vhor - 07:40) (USS Spectre - Conference room - CMO - Williams 07:42) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna & MXO Major Bruce Kowalski - 07:42) (USS Spectre - Conference room - Ensign (jg) Jynea Kreung - 07:43) (USS Spectre - Conference room – Agent Smith - 07:44) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - ACEO Ensign Jacqueline Bristed - 07:44) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - Captain T'Vhor - 07:45) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - ASC/TAC Ensign Goldsteen - 07:45) (USS Spectre - Conference Room – CMO Williams - 07:48) (USS Spectre - Conference room – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 7:48) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 07:50) (USS Spectre - Conference Room – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 07:52) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 07:52) (USS Spectre - Conference Room – Agent Smith - 07:54) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 07:58) (USS Spectre – Strategic Holodeck – Corporal Houseman - 08:00) (USS Spectre - Strategic Holodeck - Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 08:02) (USS Spectre – Strategic Holodeck – Corporal Lewis O'Hara - 08:04) (USS Spectre – Strategic Holodeck – Corporal Houseman - 08:07) (USS Spectre - Conference Room – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 08:10) (USS Spectre - Conference Room – Captain T'Vhor - 08:11) (USS Spectre - Strategic Holodeck- Corporal Houseman - 08:22) (USS Spectre - Strategic Holodeck- Corporal Houseman - 08:24) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - Captain T'Vhor - 08:25) (USS Spectre - Strategic Holodeck - Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 08:26) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 08:27) (USS Spectre - Corridor - TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna & MXO Major Bruce Kowalski - 08:30) (USS Spectre - Science Labs - PO2 Suri Rapeet & Ensign Ardena Carrow - 08:30) (USS Spectre - Strategic Holodeck- Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 08:30) (USS Spectre - Conference Room – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 8:32) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 08:35) (USS Spectre – Chuck’s Quarters – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 8:49) (USS Spectre - Engineering - Captain T'Vhor - 09:00) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign (SG) Jynea Kreung - 09:00) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor & TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 09:08) (USS Spectre - Bridge – CMO Williams - 09:10) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign (SG) Jynea Kreung - 09:10) (Shuttle Warhol - Cockpit - Lieutenant (JG) Michael Ian O'Connor - 10:00) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor & TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 10:00) (USS Spectre - Bridge - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 10:01) (Shuttle Warhol, Cockpit - Lieutenant Michael Ian O'Connor - 10:02) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 10:03) (USS Spectre - Bridge - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 10:03) (USS Spectre - Hanger Bay 2 - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 10:04) (USS Spectre, Shuttle Bay 2 - FO, Lieutenant Michael Ian O'Connor - 10:06) (USS Spectre - Hanger Bay 2 - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 10:07) (USS Spectre - Deck 2, FO's Quarters - FO Lieutenant Michael Ian O'Connor - 10:15) (USS Spectre - Outside of FO Quarters - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 10:16) (USS Spectre - Bridge - FO Lieutenant Michael Ian O'Connor - 10:20) (USS Spectre - Bridge - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 10:21) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 10:21) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - FO Lieutenant Michael Ian O'Connor - 10:23) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 10:24) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 10:25) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - FO Lieutenant Michael Ian O'Connor - 10:27) (USS Spectre – Holodeck 4 – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 10:30) (USS Spectre – Holodeck 4 – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 10:40) (USS Spectre - FO's Quarters - FO Lieutenant Michael Ian O'Connor - 11:00) ========================================================================== Mission: Emissary on the Edge of Tomorrow Day: 16 Stardate: 2407.04.30 (USS Spectre – Captain’s Ready Room – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 12:30) ========================================================================== Mission: Emissary on the Edge of Tomorrow Day: 76 Stardate: 2407.06.29 (Earth - SFHQ Gardens - Michelle to Twinpoints & Jose Rameriz - 08:30) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 10:15) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 11:36) (USS Spectre - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 12:30) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 12:35) (USS Spectre - Science Department - Ensign Ardena Carrow - 12:40) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign Ardena Carrow - 12:45) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 12:45) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 12:45) (USS Spectre - Enlisted Quarters - PO2 Suri Rapeet - 12:45) (USS Spectre - Bridge - OPS Lt Calvin Capps - 12:46) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 12:55) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 12:55) (USS Spectre - Bridge - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 12:56) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign Ardena Carrow - 12:58) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 13:00) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign Ardena Carrow - 13:02) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 13:25) ========================================================================== Stardate: 2407.07.04 (Earth - Paris, France - Office of the President - President Rodrigo Doenitz - 09:00) ========================================================================== Mission: Ad Noctum Stardate: 2407.07.05 (USS Steel Talons - Admiral's War Room - Admiral LoDona - 14:12) (IKV Ja'Kooth - High Council Chambers - Ambassador Miador Tane - 14:12) ========================================================================== Mission: ***Docked*** Day: 01 Stardate: 2407.04.05 (Starbase Geneva - Deck 27 - Outside of Callahan’s Bar - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 12:44) "Not good enough Ensign", said Vasilyovna, "if you’re 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. [Transmission Interrupted.] said the computer. ~Can’t take my head off if I can’t hear you … down-payment on a future grilling I’m sure.~ thought Chuck. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Vasilyovna’s tirade had been quite enough for Chuck. The Station’s computer interrupted his thoughts. [Communication Re-established.] said the computer. “Wha …?” Chuck began puzzled. (reply Vasilyovna) “Sir??” Chuck asked still in a daze from the sudden communication. (reply Vasilyovna) “Well, sir, to be honest I have no explanation, I think I should show you rather than tell you.” Said Chuck. ~That should curb some of the tide.~ Chuck thought smiling to himself. Chuck looked up at the ceiling … it was a habit with most people in Starfleet when dealing with the computer. “Computer, does Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna have security access to Geneva?” he asked. [The Security Chief aboard the Spectre has temporary access to all security mainframes aboard the station.] answered the computer. “Excellent! Computer, send Vasilyovna the security camera feed from Callahan’s bar from today, 12:20 until 12:40 approximately.” Ordered Chuck. [Security uplink established … download complete.] said the computer. Chuck hit his commbadge to speak with Vasilyovna again. “Chuck to Vasilyovna.” He said. (reply Vasilyovna) “I’ve sent the upload of a security camera that shows you what happened, sir.” Said Chuck. He paused to gauge his Commanding Officer’s possible first reaction to the incident. (reply Vasilyovna, IYW) “The Padd I was given is an invitation to a Martial Arts tournament here on the Starbase. I plan to enter it and see if I can’t find out more about what’s going on.” Said Chuck. (reply Vasilyovna) “Well, I have no reason to believe the Spectre is in any danger and the strangers seemed quite at home on the station like they’d been here awhile. If you’ll allow me sir I’d like to do the investigating from my end.” (reply Vasilyovna) NRPG: Vasilyovna comes onboard Geneva, Alan (not that I thought you forgot), you can make her part of this ‘investigation’ or not … RPG: (reply Vasilyovna,any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre - Security Centre - TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna – 12:46) [Communication re-established] "About time too", said Vasilyovna, the puzzlement at having been cut off seemingly deliberately by her own junior officer, still blatantly obvious upon her face & in the tone of her voice as Donaldson's surprised voice came through once again. =/\=Wha...=/\= "Ensign Donaldson, why would it appear that you deliberately terminated a communication whilst I was speaking with you?", said the Chief. =/\=Sir??=/\= "The computer actively stated that the communication was cut, as per directions from the source", said Yelena in disbelief. "Now correct me if I'm wrong here, but that normally means the initiating party either terminated, or instructed the computer to terminate the communication at the source", she added, wondering as she did so just how the Ensign would respond to having been caught out. =/\=Well, sir, to be honest I have no explanation, I think I should show you rather than tell you=/\= Came the reply. Yelena shook her head & closed her eyes at his obvious sidestep of the issue at hand, her level of confusion as to what the Ensign was referring too now however was rising exponentially whilst she awaited further response, & hopefully some answers. It was but a few moments later that the Computer came to life once more with something approaching an explanation in the form of a video feed direct to a console above her. [Security uplink established … download complete.] =/\=Chuck to Vasilyovna=/\= "Ensign?", said the Chief expectantly. =/\=I’ve sent the upload of a security camera that shows you what happened, sir=/\= "I'm viewing it now Ensign, one moment", said Vasilyovna as she surveyed the goings on that had occurred seemingly within one of the bars on Geneva. "What is that?", said Yelena, "you were given something, is this in some way instrumental to the trouble you refer to Ensign Donaldson?", asked Vasilyovna. =/\=The PADD I was given is an invitation to a Martial Arts tournament here on the Starbase. I plan to enter it and see if I can’t find out more about what’s going on=/\= "And this relates to trouble in what way?, martial arts tournaments are common aboard Starbases Ensign, what makes you think that this cannot be overseen by Starbase Security?", said Vasilyovna. "Assuming that is, that there is anything untoward actually going on", she added. =/\=Well, I have no reason to believe the Spectre is in any danger and the strangers seemed quite at home on the station like they’d been here awhile. If you’ll allow me sir I’d like to do the investigating from my end=/\= Vasilyovna sighed audibly, a nearby security officer looking on with puzzlement at what was happening. "Trouble sir?", said the Security Officer. Yelena shook her head in the negative, "nothing that can't be handled on site", she answered, "I hope" The Security Officer nodded & then continued on as Yelena addressed Donaldson once again. "Ok Ensign, keep me informed of any developments & inform Station security of your concerns before you go wading in their Gung Ho", said Vasilyovna, "we have Marines for that sort of belligerence", she added. Yelena then closed the communication & pondered going ashore herself. If nothing else, she needed some R&R more now than she had done before. (Reply Donaldson, IYW) (Posted by Alan Reading) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 27 – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 12:48) Chuck was still reeling from Vasilyovna’s communications when he stumbled upon the counselor. He knew he was searching in the right place when he spotted the Marine he had seen earlier. Chuck gave the man a nod of understanding and when Jynea came into view Chuck smiled. The counselor waved and, trying not to show his excitement, Chuck wandered over to her. "Hi Ensign!" Jynea greeted him. All earlier miscommunications were apparently forgotten. ~Not Chuck, not Donaldson, just ‘Ensign’ … she’s forgotten my name already.~ he thought. "Have you come to make sure I'm not getting into trouble?" Jynea asked. “Well, Jynea, in a manner of speaking. Since we came onboard together I thought I’d see just how deep you went down the … uhm …” Chuck paused at a ridiculous cliché, given earlier events. “rabbit hole”. "Well, I made a new friend. This is Michelle, and that's Rameriz her, er, friend..? over there." Jynea introduced. ~Ramirez, Michelle, I wonder if they know anything about the thugs I met earlier?~ Chuck thought. Michelle smiled, "Why, a big strong man to carry our packages, just what we needed! You *are* a magician, Jynea." ~I’m going to wind up a bellboy again.~ frowned Chuck … thinking about a certain annoying man with a cube. "Oh, I don't think security guards like to have their hands full anymore than marines do." Said Jynea obviously reacting to the look on Chuck’s face thinking about Yates. ~Security Officer, not Security Guard.~ Chuck thought. ~Oh, well, at least she knows I’m not an Engineer.~ "Have you been staying out of trouble?" Jynea asked. Chuck could tell from her tone that she was teasing … still … Callahan’s bar was on Chuck’s mind. “Not exactly, in fact I’ve been doing more work than play.” Chuck laughed to ease the tension. (reply Kreung, any on deck 27, IYW) “Let’s see, I got into a bar fight, got lectured by the Security Chief, and I’m late for our lunch.” Chuck said … deliberately leaving out ‘stalked a counsellor’ from the morning’s events. (reply Kreung, any on deck 27) (reply Kreung, any on deck 27, any) (Posted by Anton Taylor) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 27 - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 12:49) "Not exactly, in fact I've been doing more work than play." Chuck laughed to ease the tension. "Tisk!" Jynea scolded, "You're not supposed to do THAT, and you're not supposed to tell a counsellor. You're supposed to say 'Why Counsellor, I have been putting my feet up, enjoying an old and smoky scotch and thinking of .. er, whatever it is you like to think about." Jynea frowned. She wasn't even sure Donaldson liked scotch for that matter. "So, what work have you been up to that is more important than taking a break?" "Let's see, I got into a bar fight, got lectured by the Security Chief, and I'm late for our lunch." Chuck said . deliberately leaving out 'stalked a counsellor' from the morning's events. "Oh. A bar fight." Jynea's eyes danced, "That's more play than work to Security personnel, isn't it?" She continued on blithely before Chuck could reply, looping her arm through his. " Now, since I've apparently stood you up for lunch, the least I can do is buy you said lunch in apology." (Reply Donaldson, et all,) "It was very educational and interesting meeting you Counsellor to Twinpoints, Marine Rameriz." She said to the duo. Michelle was looking a little puzzled but seemed happy to let Jynea separate from them. (Reply Donaldson, IYW) Jynea waited till her newest acquaintances were out of earshot, even kitty cat sensitive earshot. "Okay, what's up?" Jynea asked bluntly, with none of the usual counsellor tact and play. (Reply Donaldson) "Well, as soon as I greeted you, you got all tense and cranky. Just like you did earlier when we decided to split up. So obviously I've said or done something wrong, again. What is it?" NRPG :I'm going to assume he'll eventually say about his name/rank :) RPG : Jynea looked blank for a moment then smiled, "Is THAT all?" She asked, seeming amused. "Well, pardon, but Counsellors don't tend to call people by name unless the familiarity is invited. The subconscious reaction when a counsellor gets on familiar terms without invitation is that you're about to be evaluated, examined or counselled, and the average humanoid resents that and acts with unconscious hostility. So, I refer to people by rank or job until they invite me otherwise." (Reply Donaldson) "Mmph." Jynea said, "Besides, I think Chuck is a terrible name for you. Isn't chuck something humans do after a long night of partying? An unpleasant experience, a punishment even? I don't think you're an unpleasant experience or punishment, so I'm afraid, you're not going to get me to use that name." (reply Donaldson , any on deck 27, any) (Posted by Lorna) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 27 - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 12:51) "Oh. A bar fight." Jynea's eyes danced, "That's more play than work to Security personnel, isn't it?" She continued on blithely before Chuck could reply, looping her arm through his. "Now, since I've apparently stood you up for lunch, the least I can do is buy you said lunch in apology." “Well … err … that’s …” Chuck tried to get words out edgewise but the bubbling counselor wouldn’t let him. "It was very educational and interesting meeting you Counsellor to Twinpoints, Marine Rameriz." She said to the duo. Michelle was looking a little puzzled but seemed happy to let Jynea separate from them. “It was nice … meeting you.” Chuck’s voice trailed as Jynea pulled him away from her former companions. Chuck could’ve fought her to stay but the Marine and Cat-lady made him nervous. Jynea waited till her newest acquaintances were out of earshot, even kitty cat sensitive earshot. "Okay, what's up?" Jynea asked bluntly, with none of the usual counsellor tact and play. ~Charging Targ.~ thought Chuck. “What’s … up?” Chuck asked confused. "Well, as soon as I greeted you, you got all tense and cranky. Just like you did earlier when we decided to split up. So obviously I've said or done something wrong, again. What is it?" Jynea asked. Chuck paused for a moment. “Sorry, it’s just … well … you called me ‘Ensign’.” Chuck tried not to frown thinking back. “When we met again just now …. you didn’t call me Chuck, or Ensign Donaldson, or something … just ‘Ensign’.” Said Chuck. Jynea looked blank for a moment then smiled, "Is THAT all?" She asked, seeming amused. "Well, pardon, but Counsellors don't tend to call people by name unless the familiarity is invited. The subconscious reaction when a counsellor gets on familiar terms without invitation is that you're about to be evaluated, examined or counselled, and the average humanoid resents that and acts with unconscious hostility. So, I refer to people by rank or job until they invite me otherwise." “If you don’t mind I’d like to be called Chuck.” Chuck stated his real wish. “If you don’t mind.” "Mmph." Jynea said, "Besides, I think Chuck is a terrible name for you. Isn't chuck something humans do after a long night of partying? An unpleasant experience, a punishment even? I don't think you're an unpleasant experience or punishment, so I'm afraid, you're not going to get me to use that name." ~Vasilyovna might disagree with her.~ thought Chuck. “Well, if you won’t call me Chuck – call me ‘Charlie’ then.” Said Chuck. “Just don’t call me ‘Charles’ - and don’t tell anybody else to call me Charlie.” ~What’s so wrong with the name Chuck? What other special dispensations will this nutty shrink demand.~ thought Chuck. (reply Kreung) “Since you’re paying for lunch, where are we eating? I’m starving!” Chuck said. (reply Kreung, any) (Posted by Anton Taylor) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 27 - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 12:54) Jynea was pretty sure Charles, Chuck, Charlie, Ensign Donaldson was convinced she should be in a hug me jacket and bouncing off the walls like in the old human 2D's. However, he was now looking more amused than tense, somewhat frustrated with the whimsy of the female gender and not about whatever had previously been chewing on his leg. So, job accomplished. She thought. She wasn't sure. Hmmph. This counselling stuff was so much easier when it was all an academic exercise. "Since you're paying for lunch, where are we eating? I'm starving!" Chuck said. "Oh." Jynea wasn't particularly hungry having just eaten several donuts and two cookies, but she supposed she should keep up her end of the deal with satisfaction. "I have heard that there is a good.. Steak and Buffet? .. place on Deck 22. I don't think it's real steak, but supposedly it tastes as good as if it had just moo'd." Jynea blinked, slightly blank, her brown eyes gazed up at Chuck. "I think that's supposed to be good?" (Reply Donaldson. :) (Posted by Lorna) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 27 - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 12:55) "I have heard that there is a good.. Steak and Buffet? … place on Deck 22. I don't think it's real steak, but supposedly it tastes as good as if it had just moo'd." Jynea blinked, slightly blank, her brown eyes gazed up at Chuck. "I think that's supposed to be good?" “I’m not much for eating Steak … except to celebrate …” said Chuck. (Reply None) (Posted by Anton Taylor) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 27 - Ensign (jg) Jynea Kreung - 12:56) "I'm not much for eating Steak . except to celebrate ." said Chuck. "Every day you wake up breathing is a celebration." Jynea said firmly. Boy, *someone* didn't know how to relax unless fisticuffs were involved, it seemed! (reply Chuck, iyw) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 12:58) "Howdy and welcome" said a tall man wearing a cowboy hat as Chuck and Jynea had entered the restaurant. The restaurant was apparently run by the colony of New Texas and was used to convince settlers to join them as it was an ally to the Federation but not a member. A member of a small group of "Lone Star" planets that were self-dependant for the most part. Chuck had been confronted in his youth by the possibility of joining a colony like New Texas. It was a prospector’s dream … Chuck had not been suckered in by the “mana from heaven” speeches. The pair had been led to a table with a red and white chequered table clothe. A waitress took their drink order and after she scurried off the Orion ‘broke the ice’. "These.. Texans? .." Jynea asked. "They are from Earth originally? Are they an exile colony?" “Not exactly … I guess some people think that progress is dangerous … all over the universe you find human colonies with varying levels of progress. I guess in a way I understand them. Starfleet has always considered itself an authority on morality . . . if my personal opinion varied from the goals of Starfleet I’d pack up and just walk away. Said Chuck leaning his elbows on the table and folding his hands under his chin. She shook her head, mostly in disbelief. "I think the Vulcans have it right." ~Vulcans??~ “How do you mean?” asked Chuck. "Infinite Diversities in Infinite Combinations.. all very fascinating and illogical." She said with a smile, and was startled as a 'TexMex Salad' was put in front of her. She hadn't ordered anything yet other than tea, which had shown up as coffee. “I have only one response to that … strict logic isn’t logical. 1+1=2 isn’t what life’s about. I can admire the ascetic lifestyle of many Vulcans but to me they cheapen their own existence.” Said Chuck. (reply Kreung) “Life is about passion and excitement. A life without those sparks is a life with mediocrity.” Chuck realized he was starting to sound like a philosopher, so he’d better lighten things up. “But what do I know. I’m just a dabo gambler.” (Reply Kreung, any) (Posted by Anton Taylor) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 13:00) Jynea was studying the red and white chequered table cloth with some fascination. She'd never been in a restaurant quite like this one. Even though she'd grown up on Earth, humans never ceased to amaze her with their strangeness. They'd been greeted with a "Howdy and welcome" and that had left her wondering what a howdy was and if being called a little cowgirl was an insult or not. The restaurant was apparently run by the colony of New Texas and used to convince settlers to join them as it was an ally to the Federation but not a member. A member of a small group of "Lone Star" planets that were self-dependant for the most part. Friendly, if strange, was all Jynea could judge. "These.. Texans? .." Jynea finally asked when the waitress has sashayed on, "They are from Earth originally? Are they an exile colony?" (Reply Chuck :) She shook her head, mostly in disbelief. "I think the Vulcans have it right." (Reply Chuck :) "Infinite Diversities in Infinite Combinations.. all very fascinating and illogical." She said with a smile, and was startled as a 'TexMex Salad' was put in front of her. She hadn't ordered anything yet other than tea, which had shown up as coffee. (Reply Chuck :) (Reply any) (Posted by Lorna) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 13:02) "I have only one response to that . strict logic isn't logical. 1+1=2 isn't what life's about. I can admire the ascetic lifestyle of many Vulcans but to me they cheapen their own existence." Said Chuck. Jynae was about to agree with Chuck when he added the second thought, "Er, how do you mean?" she asked, stabbing a piece of lettuce. "Life is about passion and excitement. A life without those sparks is a life with mediocrity." Chuck realized he was starting to sound like a philosopher, so he'd better lighten things up. "But what do I know. I'm just a dabo gambler." Jynea smiled at the self-deprication, "Isn't all life just a gamble and a consideration of the odds while trying to get to your goal?" (Reply Chuck iyw) "I think Vulcans find their passion in learning and self-exploration" Jynea said, returning to the earlier conversation. "I can't say it'd be for me.. I'd go batty immediately. I like loud music, dancing, friends, laughing.. but it takes all sorts to make the universe a happy place." Her eyes danced, "There is a sect of Humans who believe that all sentient life is just the universe trying to learn itself. I like to think I'm the silly-happy-friendly part of the universe." (Reply Chuck, any) (Posted by Lorna) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 13:05) "Isn't all life just a gamble and a consideration of the odds while trying to get to your goal?" asked Jynea “God, I hope not. There are some things in life that I hope are a little more set in stone that a dabo wheel.” Chuck laughed. "I think Vulcans find their passion in learning and self-exploration" Jynea said, returning to the earlier conversation. "I can't say it'd be for me … I'd go batty immediately. I like loud music, dancing, friends, laughing … but it takes all sorts to make the universe a happy place." Her eyes danced, "There is a sect of Humans who believe that all sentient life is just the universe trying to learn itself. I like to think I'm the silly-happy-friendly part of the universe." “I’m not exactly sure where I fit into the universe. Probably not the ‘silly-happy-friendly’ part, though.” Chuck half-smiled and nodded at Jynea. “I’ve had a lot of ‘Faux Pas’ during my time on the Spectre. Don’t get me wrong, I like the ship … it’s just … a dabo gambler doesn’t exactly fit into the uniform.” Chuck said motioning to his Starfleet Jacket as he spoke. (reply Kreung) “The reason I came to Starfleet after my de-assimilation is to stamp out the borg.” Chuck said, failing to mention ‘to find my wife’. “Starfleet command seems to be assessing the borg as no longer a threat … and now with the Civil War … the whole thing is getting swept under the rug. I just can’t stand to see DS14 forgotten like that.” (reply Kreung, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 13:08) "And here I thought all dabo wheels were weighted in the Ferengi favour." She teased. “When everyone is cheating … the game is fair.” Chuck smiled. Chuck wasn’t sure how the Counsellor would take the comment. He redirected the conversation. "I'm not exactly sure where I fit into the universe. Probably not the 'silly-happy-friendly' part, though." Chuck half-smiled and nodded at Jynea. "I've had a lot of 'Faux Pas' during my time on the Spectre. Don't get me wrong, I like the ship … it's just … a dabo gambler doesn't exactly fit into the uniform." Chuck said motioning to his Starfleet jacket as he spoke. "I don't think you'd be here if you didn't belong," Jynea replied, after a bit of thought, “Why are you if you think you shouldn't be?" ~She’s a bit naïve.~ thought Chuck. "The reason I came to Starfleet after my de-assimilation is to stamp out the borg." Chuck answered "Starfleet command seems to be assessing the borg as no longer a threat ... and now with the Civil War … the whole thing is getting swept under the rug. I just can't stand to see DS14 forgotten like that." "Gone but never forgotten," Jynea said with a telling shudder. "Never, ever, forgotten" She said with emphasis. “I suppose it’s really a question of priorities.” Said Chuck. ~You’re letting too much just pour out, Chuck.~ He thought. "I'm no tactician … but, I'd think it's a matter of …" Jynea made a thoughtful pause. "risk assessment? The Borg aren't here but the internal dangers are." “And you said you weren’t a tactician.” Said Chuck. ~She doesn’t know how close she is to an argument. I’ll just have to let it slide.~ Chuck thought. “What would you cowpokes like to order?” said the waitress finally returning to the table. “I’ll have whatever she’s having.” Said Chuck. (reply Kreung) NRPG: assuming a puzzled response. RPG: “I’d say it was a test but the truth is I’m too lazy to browse a menu.” Chuck said laughing. ~This should be fun. What will she order for both of us?~ thought Chuck. (reply Kreung, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag – Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 13:10) "What would you cowpokes like to order?” said the waitress finally returning to the table. “I’ll have whatever she’s having.” Said Chuck. Jynea was startled by the question and Chuck's response. Considering she'd yet to have what she ordered show up as ordered, she thought it was awfully brave of Chuck to copy her order. “I’d say it was a test but the truth is I’m too lazy to browse a menu.” Chuck said laughing. ~Hmph. I suspect more truth in the former than the latter!~ Oh well, when in doubt, go the easiest path. "Two house specials please." Jynea said with some bravery, who knew what would actually show up.. or even what the special was! (Reply Chuck-Waitress or Donaldson :) Jynea waited until the woman sashayed her way to the back. "So, if you were running Starfleet, what would you have the fleet do?" Jynea teased mischievously. An old Academy game of 'when I get command,' really, but she was interested in Chuck's reply. (reply Donaldson, any) (posted by Lorna) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 13:12) "Two house specials please." Jynea said with some bravery. “Alrighty, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Said the Waitress adjusting her cowgirl hat and heading off with a kind of grace. “Cheater.” Chuck shot to Jynea. He glared for a moment as if angry and then his expression broke. He laughed heartily and shook his head. (Reply Kreung, IYW) "So, if you were running Starfleet, what would you have the fleet do?" Jynea teased mischievously. ~I like this game.~ thought Chuck. “Doenitz is overconfident in his fortified position … I’ve seen some of the Intel. I would have attacked him directly months ago.” Chuck paused for a moment to ponder. “I doubt I’m the only one with that opinion but ‘military bureaucracy’ has pushed back the advance until it’s almost too late.” Said Chuck. (reply Kreung) (reply Kreung, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 13:14) "Cheater." Chuck shot to Jynea. He glared for a moment as if angry and then his expression broke. He laughed heartily and shook his head. "Absolutely," Jynea agreed. "So, if you were running Starfleet, what would you have the fleet do?" Jynea teased mischievously. "Doenitz is overconfident in his fortified position . I've seen some of the Intel. I would have attacked him directly months ago." Chuck paused for a moment to ponder. "I doubt I'm the only one with that opinion but 'military bureaucracy' has pushed back the advance until it's almost too late." Said Chuck. "Ah, so you believe more action, less paperwork." Jynea said with a smile, "But what about all the people who are between you and he, who are serving on his ships who don't have the Intel the powers that be do? Is it better to send in a strike force and remove the head of the snake and save the innocents, or stick to the high moral ground?" Jynea was really just stirring the pot, she didn't really know or understand the various implications of military tactics and strategies, though she figured Chuck did and would explain. (Reply Donaldson) (Posted by Lorna) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 13:22) "Ah, so you believe more action, less paperwork." Jynea said with a smile, "But what about all the people who are between you and he, who are serving on his ships who don't have the Intel the powers that be do? Is it better to send in a strike force and remove the head of the snake and save the innocents, or stick to the high moral ground?" Jynea was really just stirring the pot. “Well, now you’ve done it … assuming that there is such a thing as ‘innocent’. Besides, saving lives is basically a moral high ground. I’ve always thought that a single human life was a big cost … but I also think there is an ‘us’ and a ‘them’ … hell, I dunno, maybe it’s just rhetoric … more philosophy than reality.” Chuck said shrugging. He thought it was remarkable how such a ‘small’ person as the counselor could pinpoint those ideas he had rolling around in his head. Maybe she wasn’t built for being a warrior … but she certainly was good at being a psychoanalyst … Chuck couldn’t deny that that fact made her a kind of warrior, he could respect that. (Reply Kreung, any) (Posted by Anton) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 13:24) "Well, now you've done it . assuming that there is such a thing as 'innocent'. Besides, saving lives is basically a moral high ground. I've always thought that a single human life was a big cost . but I also think there is an 'us' and a 'them' . hell, I dunno, maybe it's just rhetoric. more philosophy than reality." Chuck said shrugging. "I think there has to be something as an innocent - whether one with no knowledge, no involvement or no sin, is a definition each has to make for themselves.. but in the context of the 'tease the security officer' conversation, it would be those who have no knowledge or planning into making bad things happen to good people." (Reply Donaldson, iyw) "So, assuming, we have fifteen vessels full of junior and enlisted crew who know nothing about the treasonous, traitorous, or what have you, actions of their superior officers, what do you do?" Jynea's grilling was interrupted by the arrival of more coffee, two steaks, four baked potatoes and two string beans that Jynea could only assume were there for colour since there weren't enough to make a healthy accompaniment to the meal. "If it moo's, I'm outta here." Jynea muttered under her breath as she gave the steak a poke with the steak knife. (Reply Donaldson, any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Quarters - Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 13:25) It wasn't hard to find his quarters. He simply asked the computer where it was. The turbolift took him to the correct deck number, and it only took two more minutes of walking in short circles for him to find his room number. Once he was in front of the door it did not open. He pushed the small rectangular button on the side of the door, and the computer spoke. [Specify Code] Calvin looked down at the PADD in his hand and touched a few buttons. Seconds later he then entered a security code that he knew. After wards a code appeared on the PADD. Calvin read off of it. "Capps, omega, new, 29er." The doors swished open, and Calvin entered his new home. The Lt Cmdr looked around. The cabin was small. It was a very open area. The living area was directly in front of him, a dining room with replicator to his right, and the bedroom on his left which of course was concealed by a door. In the middle of the floor Calvin saw his bag that he had brought on board. The officer at the transporter room did just as he said he would. Calvin picked the bag up and walked into his room. A bed on the right center, and a dresser on the left back wall. He placed the bag on the bed, and opened it. The first two items he pulled out was a picture of his parents. Parents that were very dear to him, but not reachable at the moment. And a picture of Elizabeth. A picture that reminded him of love and sorrow. He placed them both on the dresser. He placed the picture of Elizabeth faced down. Next was his diplomas, and medals from Starfleet. He placed the diplomas on his dresser as well, but he put his medals inside of the drew. Nothing else was in the bag. He had no other possessions really. It was exciting for him to have a new post on the Spectre. He looked around the room and was ready to start a new path in his life. (reply none, any) (posted by Calvin) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 13:26) "I think there has to be something as an innocent - whether one with no knowledge, no involvement or no sin, is a definition each has to make for themselves … but in the context of the 'tease the security officer' conversation, it would be those who have no knowledge or planning into making bad things happen to good people." Chuck smiled and placed his elbows on the table. He remained silent to see where Jynea would take this topic. "So, assuming, we have fifteen vessels full of junior and enlisted crew who know nothing about the treasonous, traitorous, or what have you, actions of their superior officers, what do you do?" Jynea's grilling was interrupted by the arrival of more coffee, two steaks, four baked potatoes and two string beans. NRPG: Now I’m hungry, darnit Lorna. lol RPG: ~If it moos, I’m out of here.~ Chuck thought. "If it moo's, I'm outta here." Jynea muttered under her breath as she gave the steak a poke with the steak knife. Chuck’s eyes widened for a moment … she’d given words to his thought. “It won’t Moo, it was never part of a cow.” Chuck laughed pointing at a Conduit running along the edge of the floor. “Powers a replicator most likely.” Chuck whispered. (reply Kreung, IYW) “So, Counselor, are there any nuts onboard the Spectre.” Chuck changed the subject not wishing to explain that ‘you kill the people trying to kill you … innocent or not’. (Reply Kreung, any) (Posted by Anton) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 13:28) "It won't Moo, it was never part of a cow." Chuck laughed pointing at a Conduit running along the edge of the floor. "Powers a replicator most likely." Chuck whispered. "Sure, for the coffee, but who knows where the meat came from." She grinned. (reply Donaldson, IYW) "So, Counsellor, are there any nuts onboard the Spectre." Chuck changed the subject not wishing to explain that 'you kill the people trying to kill you. innocent or not'. Jynea seemed amiable to the subject change. "Oh, there's one real nutter you should try to avoid at all costs." She said trying to look serious, but failing miserably. "But fortunately, she's a counsellor, so no one will ever notice." (Reply Donaldson) Jynea glanced at the chronometer imbedded in her wrist. "Looks like a certain overgrown lizard should be off duty by now, shall we go track him down?" Jynea asked, finishing off the lunch. It was way more than she could eat in one sitting, but at least the recycler would mean it didn't go to waste. If she'd eaten anymore she'd have skipped finding Serixs and gone to find a nap! (Reply Donaldson, any) (Posted by Lorna) (Starbase Geneva - Big Tex's Feedbag - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 13:30) "Sure, for the coffee, but who knows where the meat came from." She grinned. "So, Counsellor, are there any nuts onboard the Spectre." Chuck changed the subject not wishing to explain that 'you kill the people trying to kill you … innocent or not'. Jynea seemed amiable to the subject change. "Oh, there's one real nutter you should try to avoid at all costs." She said trying to look serious, but failing miserably. "But fortunately, she's a counsellor, so no one will ever notice." “Hehe, somehow I thought you might say that.” Chuck said stuffing a piece of the ‘steak’ in his mouth with the end of a fork. Jynea glanced at the chronometer imbedded in her wrist. "Looks like a certain overgrown lizard should be off duty by now, shall we go track him down?" Jynea asked, eating the last of what she apparently desired. “Oh! Yeah … you know … he owes me a rematch for a game of kaltoh we played.” Said Chuck standing up leaving his plate still nearly full of food. Jynea and Chuck left the restaurant to track down their former shipmate. NRPG: I think this should work for everyone, Alan and Lorna. RPG: (Reply none, any) (Posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Engineering - ACEO Jacqueline Bristed - 15:04) Jacqueline looked up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, smiling at the comment. "Yeah, well. I grew up on a ship, and starbases feel like dirtside. I'll clear out when I get up the nerve," she explained. Actually, that wasn't the reason. Somehow, coming to a starbase and being given the illusion of freedom made her feel like bolting, going AWOL, planet-hopping like she had in the past. She wasn't going to share that with a stranger though. She didn't know how to deal with it except for hiding from the opportunity for a while, that was all. (reply Hendrix) Jacqueline shrugged. "Keeping myself occupied, I guess. Any suggestions as to what I should do while I'm here?" she asked, pushing an errant strand of hair from in front of her eyes. He was right, anybody in their right minds --and most of those who weren't--would jump at an opportunity at a change in the view. ~I can't keep calling you 'him,' not if I'm gonna have a conversation with him.~ "By the way, I'm Jacqueline Bristed," she said, extending her hand in greeting. (Reply Hendrix) (Posted by Siobhan) (USS Spectre - Engineering - Engineer Peter Hendrix - 15:05) "Yeah, well, I grew up on a ship, and starbases feel like dirtside. I'll clear out when I get up the nerve", said the young Engineering Ensign. Peter was curious about that, was she saying that she had become institutionalized & acclimatized to the sterile, filtered conditions of an artificial habitat? It would seem so. "You mean you never go & have fun ashore?", he asked incredulously & with a quirk of his head. "So, what exactly are you doing now?", he asked, unsure now as to whether or not he might be appearing to be too intrusive. "Keeping myself occupied, I guess. Any suggestions as to what I should do while I'm here?", she asked in an almost coy manner as she began descending from the platform above him until she was able to step off & address him on an even level. "By the way, I'm Jacqueline Bristed", she said extending her hand towards him. "Hendrix, Peter Hendrix", said the Engineer as he took her offered hand & shook it gently before then heading off towards one of the nearby status panels. "So, my job sheet tells me I'm on SIF/ID's", said Peter as he pulled up the schematics of the Spectre class layout on the console & began scrutinizing them closely, whilst nodding appropriately in all the right places. "Looks pretty standard to me, those coils could do with an upgrade though", he added gesturing to the field coil generator circuits. (Reply Bristed) "We have the mark IV's in storage here, we can swap them out directly, shouldn't be a problem & it'll optimize the inertial dampers for phased cloak operations", said Hendrix turning his attention thence towards the warp core itself with another well placed nod. "Now there's something you don't see every day", said Hendrix, "that must be the CEO's work there, it would have come to me to do that eventually but this guy is pure genius", he added. "Who is your CEO anyway?" (Reply Bristed) "The Andorian, I heard that he went AWOL, I studied some of his technical thesis in training", said Hendrix in genuine awe. "Is he about, I'd love to chat with him about a few things" (Reply Bristed) "Fair enough, well, it got the 'ol girl' home anyway as someone already said to me today", said Hendrix nodding appreciatively at the way the Chief Engineer had improvised on the warp core. "So anyway, if you aren't busy & you wanna, 'occupy' yourself, you could always assist me with the SIF generators", said Hendrix hopefully. He knew that it was kinda cheeky of course but if he were honest, he could just do with having someone to chat with, & since the Spectre's Engineering officer seemed somewhat at a loss, perhaps she would care to join him. (Reply Bristed) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Personal Quarters - ACEO Jacqueline Bristed - 15:36) It was "Me" time, something Jacqueline had done every so often since her growing up on her father's ship, the Minitel. It was similar to "Go away, I'm sleeping!" time, the major difference being that she was not trying to cover up something while hiding in her room. "Me" time was for sorting out thoughts, remembering, reflecting, trying to alleviate the inevitable restlessness staying in one place always seemed to bring on. She didn't want to leave Starfleet, especially not the Spectre, but still... After she'd "moved out" of her father's small cruise ship and gone "planet-hopping" she had always moved on when she became restless like this. Here on the Spectre, she wasn't bored with everything. Heck, where else would she have access to a cloaking device? Her decisions to move on before hadn't always been based on a feeling that she had done everything, seen everything in a particular place, though.There were several worlds she had wanted to visit for a second time, leaving things--people--behind on the spur of the moment. That was her nature. She just...went, on to the next adventure. ~To die will be a great adventure.~ The thought drifted aimlessly through her mind, one of thousands of pointless associations in her memory. It was soon followed by the memory of a smiling face, a face belonging to a man she had left behind, and the sound of his laughter. Vashan, who was probably with another woman. She sighed heavily, recalling the five months of her life she held dearer than any other. There had been other guys, but they were flings. Vashan was supposed to have been a fling too, actually, but there had been a connection on a deeper level between Jacqueline and the ___________ Vulcan. ~Feck, am I in love? No, gods no, can't be...I'm just...hung up~ The computer bleated at her, unexpectedly dragging her back into the here and now. She had a message -text only- waiting for her. It was odd, but she didn't have much else to do right now. With the ship docked and everyone enjoying shore leave, there was hardly anything that urgently needed an engineer's expertise. It probably hadn't come from anyone on the ship, considering that she was just a combadge away. (A fact she was beginning to find somewhat tedious and annoying. Where was the fun in telling something to someone if all you had to do was push a button and start talking to them when they were nowhere to be found?) ** Dearest Faerie, I discovered that your ship was docked at the very station I happen to be blessing with my presence. An interesting coincidence, don't you think? Better yet, a little windrider told me that if you head out to the Golden Garden around 8 tonight, there might be a reservation in your name for two. Wear something nice, no uniforms allowed. I count the minutes until we meet again. Love, Your Elf** For a moment, Jacqueline sat with her mouth hanging open, looking very like a cartoon character. "Elf" had been her nickname for Vashan, what with his pointed ears and a predilection for throwing disarming grins out at people. The "Faerie" business was new, but she thought she liked it. And then the real meaning of the message set in. She had a date. With Vashan. And nothing to wear. Actually, she was hardly sure what to do or how to dress at all for this situation. Flustered, she ran to find someone to help her out. Anyone at all, even that damned Tellerite if he had any good advice. Preferably a female though, someone she could trust. Names flashed through her head, but they were hardly useful to her if she couldn't find anyone belonging to them. Rapeet, maybe? Or the morale officer, she might be able to help out. In desperation, she nearly tapped the hated combadge, begging for someone to help her out, but she restrained herself. She wasn't a teenager on her first date, although in some ways she certainly felt like one. ~I'll need to pick someone if I want help. Eenie, meanie, mynie...~ NRPG: Yeah, I'm not going to pick someone because frankly, I don't know who to send her to. But anyone who wants to jump in here and help the lady get ready for her big night, please be my guest. RPG: (reply any female Bristed knows) (Posted by Siobhan) (Starbase Geneva - The old Monk - TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 17:30) With a certain amount of aplomb, Vasilyovna placed the small glass to her lips & then upended it's contents in one, the familiar burn of the Vodka warming her throat as it disappeared in an instance to the accompaniment of the cheers of those gathered around her. She screwed up her eyes in response & then slammed the glass down hard onto the bar, resisting the urge to throw it into the holographic fireplace as she did so before calling for yet another refill from the bartender. The Security Chief was now quite drunk of course, that much was obvious as she swayed upon her barstool & chatted idly to those that seemed keen to watch her obliterate herself, with the strange blend of firewater she insisted upon ordering. Then she turned to an Orion seated nearby, her eyes skewing slightly as she attempted in vain to focus upon him a little better. "Bushyaya, minya zavut...... Yelena, Da?....Kak vazza vut", she uttered, hardly managing to get the words right even in her own native tongue. "What was that, you want a what?", said the Orion with a laugh as yet another glass appeared upon the bar directly in front of her. Yelena picked it up briskly, then she glanced to the Orion. "Never mind little Koshka..... I drink to your health", said Yelena, "and to the 52nd & all who sail in her", she cried as yet another shot of Vodka wended it's merry way down her throat to yet another cheer from those assembled. Then she fell silent, for a moment or two... "Did I tell you about my homeland comrade?", said Yelena leaning closer towards the Orion again & practically falling of her barstool in the process. "Three times already, the entire bar knows of your homeland", said the Orion, "I think you have had enough Vidka yes?", he added. Yelena screwed her eyes up again & furrowed her brow in puzzlement. "Vodka, it is Vodka, not Vidka", she said correcting the Orion's grammatical error but wondering at the same time whether perhaps he had been correct after all. "Vidka, Vodka, does it matter, whatever it is you've had enough", said the Orion as he ordered a drink of his own from the bartender. "I am Russian, to a Russian no amount of Vidka is... is.... enough, not until you are carried home...... asleep", said Yelena, her words slurring now as a result of the intoxification she was now experiencing. "What is that you drink anyway Koshka?", she asked just as the bartender passed the Orion a glass containing a red & orange fluid mix of some kind. "This....", said the Orion holding the glass up into the air, ".....is an Orion sunburst. Much better than your Vodka I think", he added as he took a sip of the strange mix whilst Yelena looked on through increasingly distorting eyes. "So, you were saying", said the Orion smacking his lips together after sipping his drink & placing the glass onto the bar, "Romulans..." Vasilyovna looked on puzzled, what the hell was he going on about now? "Romulans?", said Yelena, "oh, Romulans, If I tell you I have to kill you & today, I am not in the mood to kill an Orion", she added with a smile that promised neither truth nor lie, the Orion would have to work that one out for himself. For now though, the only concern of the Spectre's Security Chief was getting herself another Vodka. "Vidka please", she asked, "or maybe Vodka"... (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 17:48) ~Please tell me this place has a decent ‘Blackhole’.~ thought Chuck as he wandered into The Old Monk. He had been doing a kind of cross pattern investigation trying to find out anything he could about the female Andorian and her ‘thugs’. It had been a complete waist of his time but had given him an opportunity to try Blackholes all across the station. Still to no avail … The ‘recipe’ Chuck had given the Spectre’s computer was far better. He would have returned to the ship if not for his overbearing curiosity about the “goings-on” and a sudden allergic reaction to a certain Russian superior. ~Oh, boy.~ He thought as he noticed Vasilyovna at the bar. He paced at the entrance to The Old Monk for a minute or two trying to decide what to do. “Oh, hell, so I’m an alcoholic.” He muttered to himself as he entered the establishment. He could hear Vasilyovna speaking obvious “soused Russian/English” and the concept intrigued him. He had never seen her drink before in his time serving under her – despite her Russian heritage. ~Then again we don’t exactly spend our off hours together.~ he thought to himself. Chuck walked past her and was careful not to gather her attention. He sat at the opposite end of the bar trying to remain incognito. ~Just order a drink, hopefully she won’t notice you.~ thought Chuck. “What can I get for you?” asked the bartender looking at Chuck. “I’d like a ‘Blackhole’.” Responded Chuck. “We don’t serve that here.” Said the bartender with a regretful look on his face. “What!?” Chuck was beginning to get indignant. “Calm down. Order something else.” Suggested the bartender trying to be as nice as possible. “You have Vodka but you don’t have a Blackhole?” asked Chuck trying to calm his tone and not attract attention. “Management.” Stated the bartender matter-of-factly. ~That’s not an explanation. Your blowing me off.~ thought Chuck. Chuck’s implant began to itch and his face involuntarily twitched as he tried not to reach up and scratch it. “Is there a problem?” asked a figure stepping up behind Chuck. Chuck whirled around to come face-to-face with the Klingon he had met earlier. “Moonlighting as a bouncer?” Chuck asked sarcastically. The Klingon arched his shoulders and let out a Klingon “Warcry”. “You! I will finish what I started with you!” yelled the Klingon, this time producing a knife. ~I gotta start drinking at home.~ thought Chuck. NRPG: What can I say? I like ‘Roadhouse’. Anyway, this doesn’t have to be just Chuck and Vasilyovna, maybe some other Spectre folk are in the scene? (insert more subtle hint here) Besides, I’m not sure Vasilyovna is in any condition to help Chuck anyway (or really wants to help him after earlier incidents, lol). RPG: (reply Vasilyovna, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 17:52) Jose had distracted Michelle with a holodeck program about the talking fishies of Delta IV. He'd 'accidentally' reset her alarm to chime for 2000 instead of 1600 and left to track down a certain security officer. Now, it was a bit difficult as he didn't have access to the stations sensors, and the Geneva's security personnel seemed as immune to his charm as that lady marine had been, but he was nothing if not tenacious and resourceful. The Spaniard finally resorted to just asking people and finally he was directed to the bar where shoreleaving security officers seemed to end up in. He wasn't particularly surprised to find a bar fight brewing, it seemed this place always had one going, which was probably why Fleet Security liked it so much. Probably didn't see enough real action on their sterile pretty ships to get their juices going. "You! I will finish what I started with you!" yelled a Klingon, moving in for the attack. "Hey! I needs him alive!" Rameriz protested, giving a sharp jab to the Klingon's kidneys. "No knifes, Chico!" The Klingon turned, knife flashing downwards, Rameriz easily dodged out of his way. He tried to pinch the Klingon's wrist tendons but just ended up getting tossed aside for his effort. "Hey, Pyjama Man, you could help a guy out, y'know!" he called to Chuck who seemed to be doing the boring ole Fleet 'evaluate and act' rather than 'wade in and have fun' of the marine corps. (Reply Donaldson) With Chuck distracting the Klingon once more, Rameriz managed to disarm the warrior of knife and fourteen other implements of destruction. He just tossed them one by one to the bartender. Rameriz was no dope, he didn't want to get caught with a Klingon's battle collection. He hoped this wasn't am ambitious warrior, every Klingon carried at least thirteen weapons, but with him going five rounds with the Ensign, he wasn't exactly able to double check for hidden surprises. Happy that Donaldson wasn't going to get filleted, Rameriz ordered "the bar's best Aguardiente!" and sat down at the end of the bar to wait for Chuck to finish having fun. (reply Anyone, any) (posted by Lorna Appleby) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 17:53) "Hey! I needs him alive!" the Marine protested, giving a sharp jab to the Klingon's kidneys. "No knifes, Chico!" The Klingon turned, knife flashing downwards, the Marine dodged out of his way. He tried to pinch the Klingon's wrist tendons but just ended up getting tossed aside for his effort. "Hey, Pyjama Man, you could help a guy out, y'know!" Chuck had been standing with his arms folded while the Marine butted in. “Hey, Roughneck, you shouldn’t be butting in.” Chuck demanded agitated. The Klingon roared in agitation at the impertinent Marine and Security officer. “This knife is meant for to pierce warrior’s flesh … for now the two of you will do.” The Klingon brandished the ceremonial blade of his family and leaned down towards the Marine. “Not so fast, ugly!” Chuck yelled hurling himself at the Klingon. He caught the Klingon about the waist in a classic tackle. Chuck and the Klingon struggled on the ground. “That’s the second time today I’ve put you on the ground, Klingon. You’re sweating” Chuck laughed. The assailant said something in Klingon Chuck didn’t catch. The Marine aided in disarming the Klingon while Chuck tried desperately to form some kind of lasting pin. The Klingon’s strength prevented him from being pinned by the human but his lack of mobility kept him generally harmless enough for the marine to remove his various fighting implemtents. The Marine just tossed the weapons one by one to the bartender. Every Klingon carried at least thirteen weapons, but with him going five rounds with the Ensign, he wasn't exactly able to double check for hidden surprises. The job half finished the Marine stepped up to the bar. "the bar's best Aguardiente!" and sat down at the end of the bar. ~Thanks a whole heck of a lot – no grande uvas.~ thought Chuck. Chuck struggled on the floor with the Klingon for several more minutes but the hulking mass of the larger species forced Chuck onto the floor. The Klingon stood up and tapped the Marine on the shoulder. “I am Ryb’Ka son of Arasan and you have no honor!” yelled the Klingon. The noise level had seemed to rise exponentially … Chuck was starting to forget the whole idea of getting a drink … he just wanted to find out what the Klingon knew. Chuck’s Lieutenant probably heard all of this commotion but was likely too drunk to care. Chuck knew that when you drink to celebrate, you celebrate everything. Russians were something he understood. (reply Ramirez, Vasilyovna IYW, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 17:55 ) The Klingon stood up and tapped the Marine on the shoulder. "I am Ryb'Ka son of Arasan and you have no honour!" yelled the Klingon. "You're right! I don't!" Rameriz agreed, and turned back to his drink. The Ryb'Ka grabbed him by the shoulder, turning him around. "You can not turn your back on me, Human!" "Funny, I thought I just did!" Rameriz replied, "Hey, don't you have a security officer to beats up? I gots a drink to drink!" The Klingon seemed oblivious to Rameriz's so-called witty banter and just decided to settle the whole matter by attempting to strangle the fast mouthed marine. Jose ducked out of the grapple with a sigh. He missed the good ole days when he'd have a squad behind him to make this a real fun brawl. He would have Brunny wading in, and.. Ah well, what was was, he supposed. The Security Guy could at least get up off the floor and do something! Some partner HE was! "Now looks here," Rameriz said, weaving away from angry fists and spitting Klingon, "I really don'ts want to be hurtin' you! I don'ts wanna be spending time in the clink when I coulds be spending time with the ladies!" Great. Now Mister Security Officer was just WATCHING him. He could at least have a drink or something. Unfortunately, the Klingon Warrior seemed beyond rational argument and just roared again. "Okays, fine, but remember, I tried to be mister nice marine!" Rameriz said to the warrior who towered at least a foot and a half over the short Spaniard. He turned towards Chuck, "Hey, Chico, you want this guy in one piece or anythin'?" (Reply Chuck, iyw) A fist caught Rameriz along the side of the head, ending the last of his playfulness. He pulled a stunner out from his sleeve and applied it to all that nice metal armour the Klingon wore. Sizzle, spark, spark, and an electric charged, unconscious but alive, Klingon hit the ground. Rameriz stepped over the unconscious body and eyed the crowd that had been pushing and shoving. "I am gonna finish my drink. Then Security is gonna arrest me for possession of an illegal weapon. You's might wanna get legal between nows and then." (reply any) Jose eyed Chuck, "Just ties him up and wait for him to come round, then you can be arresting us both. Can I buy you a drink while you wait?" (reply Chuck, iyw) "I was just wonderin' why Star fleet is allowin' an Orion on one of their most secure vessels on the 'fleet is all." Rameriz semi-asked conversationally, but the gleam in his eye gave away a much deeper caring on the matter. (Reply any) (Posted by Lorna) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 17:57) "Now looks here," Rameriz said, weaving away from angry fists and spitting Klingon, "I really don'ts want to be hurtin' you! I don'ts wanna be spending time in the clink when I coulds be spending time with the ladies!" Chuck had finally manged to come to his senses. His head had hit the floor pretty hard. He sat up and holding his head with one hand managed to rest his elbow on a knee. All he could do for a moment is just watch the scene while his head stopped pounding. Ryb’Ka roared again and the Marine was visibly annoyed. "Okays, fine, but remember, I tried to be mister nice marine!" Rameriz said to the warrior who towered at least a foot and a half over the short Spaniard. He turned towards Chuck, "Hey, Chico, you want this guy in one piece or anythin'?" “I need him breathing …” was all Chuck could muster from the floor. Chuck saw Ryb’Ka hit the marine across the head but without seeing the man’s response. Before he knew it Chuck was face-to-face with an unconscious Klingon. Chuck staggered to his feet with head still pounding. "I am gonna finish my drink. Then Security is gonna arrest me for possession of an illegal weapon. You's might wanna get legal between nows and then." Said the Marine addressing the whole bar, apparently. “Hey, what about him?” asked Chuck pointing with a thumb at the Klingon on the floor. The Marine eyed Chuck, "Just ties him up and wait for him to come round, then you can be arresting us both. Can I buy you a drink while you wait?" ~Knucklehead, I wanted your help carrying him outta here.~ thought Chuck. Chuck leaned over and picked dragged the Klingon to the bar. “I’m not going to arrest you, Security aboard the Starbase might like to talk to you, though. I might could help you there, though.” Chuck said stepping up next to the marine at the bar. “I owe you that much for the effort.” (reply Ramirez) "I was just wonderin' why Star fleet is allowin' an Orion on one of their most secure vessels on the 'fleet is all." Rameriz semi-asked conversationally, but the gleam in his eye gave away a much deeper caring on the matter. “You haven’t even told me your name and you want to know all about my ship’s counselor?” asked Chuck. (reply Ramirez) “Well, Jose, ‘The Orion’ isn’t so bad once you get to know her … if you’re wondering if she’s a syndicate member … I checked her file … she’s clean. She’d probably be a little pissed if she knew I had checked up on her … but she won’t find out – will she?!” asked Chuck emphasizing the last two words. NRPG : I don’t think you spoiled the fight, it ended favorably … I needed Ryb’Ka for questioning … that’s all I really wanted from the scene … no harm for taking artistic license with Ryb’Ka either … I think everyone knows how a typical Klingon is supposed to react. I’m going to leave Jose’s fate in your hands … if you want Chuck to help him get out of the illegal weapon charge he could probably pull a few strings. Also, Chuck does know Ramirez name, he just forgot. I think that’s all I needed to cover… RPG: (reply Ramirez,any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 18:00) "I'm not going to arrest you, Security aboard the Starbase might like to talk to you, though. I might could help you there, though." Chuck said stepping up next to the marine at the bar. "I owe you that much for the effort." "Effort?" Jose replied not quite knowing what Chuck meant, and then reconsidered the matter with a big smile, "Hey, no worries Chico, all friends right?" (reply Donaldson) "I was just wonderin' why Star fleet is allowin' an Orion on one of their most secure vessels on the 'fleet is all." Rameriz semi-asked conversationally, but the gleam in his eye gave away a much deeper caring on the matter. "You haven't even told me your name and you want to know all about my ship's counselor?" asked Chuck. "You didn't ask my name," Rameriz pointed out with impeccable logic. The two men stared at each other. "Oh, yeah, well, Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz, once of Sierra Company." He wasn't quite sure what his current assignment read, having a strong principal of not letting HQ know he existed any more than possible. "Well, Jose, 'The Orion' isn't so bad once you get to know her . if you're wondering if she's a syndicate member . I checked her file . she's clean. She'd probably be a little pissed if she knew I had checked up on her . but she won't find out - will she?!" asked Chuck emphasizing the last two words. Rameriz rolled his eyes, "Oh yeah, I'm gonna run right up to the lady and say 'Oh, by the way, this paranoid security and me'the marine were chatting abouts you!" Really, fleeters could be so stupid sometimes. "An' I'm sure her file would say 'Oh yeah, spy, keep an eye on her' rights out in da open too." He added for good measure. (Reply Donaldson) Jose just sighed, "Okees, since you ain't gonna drink, and you ain'ts gonna arrest me, lets drag this sack of Klingon off somewhere else, eh?" (Reply Donaldson, iyw) Rameriz grunted at the weight of the warrior. The armour alone probably weighed as much as he did. "So, ifs you be thinkin' that green girl is A-O.K why you tailin' her all overs the station?" (Reply Donaldson) (reply Donaldson, Any) (posted by Lorna) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 18:04) "Effort?" Jose replied not quite knowing what Chuck meant, and then reconsidered the matter with a big smile, "Hey, no worries Chico , all friends right?" “I’d say ‘brothers in arms’ but I’m not a marine.” Chuck laughed looking at Ryb’Ka. "I was just wonderin' why Star fleet is allowin' an Orion on one of their most secure vessels on the 'fleet is all." Rameriz semi-asked conversationally, but the gleam in his eye gave away a much deeper caring on the matter. "You haven't even told me your name and you want to know all about my ship's counselor?" asked Chuck. "You didn't ask my name," Rameriz pointed out with impeccable logic. The two men stared at each other. "Oh, yeah, well, Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz, once of Sierra Company." Jose said. "Well, Jose, 'The Orion' isn't so bad once you get to know her . if you're wondering if she's a syndicate member … I checked her file … she's clean. She'd probably be a little pissed if she knew I had checked up on her … but she won't find out - will she?!" asked Chuck emphasizing the last two words. Rameriz rolled his eyes, "Oh yeah, I'm gonna run right up to the lady and say 'Oh, by the way, this paranoid security and me'the marine were chatting abouts you! An' I'm sure her file would say 'Oh yeah, spy, keep an eye on her' rights out in da open too." He added for good measure. “Clever comeback, point taken.” Said Chuck tapping his fingers on the bar. Jose just sighed, "Okees, since you ain't gonna drink, and you ain'ts gonna arrest me, lets drag this sack of Klingon off somewhere else, eh?" “Okee.” Chuck smiled to himself. ~I’ll let him carry the ‘sack’ until he figures out there’s an easier way.~ thought Chuck Rameriz grunted at the weight of the warrior. The armour alone probably weighed as much as he did. "So, ifs you be thinkin' that green girl is A-O.K why you tailin' her all overs the station?" ~darn, he saw me … figures … I wasn’t trying to hide from anybody but Jynea.~ thought Chuck. Before Chuck could answer another marine butted in. "Evening. Looks like you've both been having a good time? You been trying to chat up his girlfriend, Rameriz?" The marine grinned as he nodded at the Klingon. “I swept him off his feet.” Chuck laughed. Chuck could see that despite his strength Jose was having some difficulty hauling the Klingon. “Hey, Jose, I just had a brilliant idea … drop the ‘sack’.” Said Chuck. Chuck looked at the other marine. ~I had it cooked up several minutes ago … but anyway.~ thought Chuck. (reply Ramirez, iyw) “What’s your name?” Chuck asked (reply Houseman) “Well, Houseman, I think we could have a little fun, if you’re interested in helping.” Chuck said grinning devilishly. (reply Houseman) Chuck saw two Security officers eyeing them and heading in their direction. “Here they come, this won’t work unless everybody agrees … whose in?” asked Chuck. (reply Ramirez, Houseman, any) NRPG: We have a few minutes before the Geneva Security comes, just enough to enquire about the plan (and decide if your character would participate). RPG: (reply Ramirez, Houseman, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - Corporal Houseman - 18:05) There were not many things that Houseman would stop and stare at but the sight of Rameriz and Donaldson hauling a Klingon around the station was one of them. ~Ow great what on earth has happened here~ As he walked over to the he caught snippets of there conversation. "So, ifs you be thinkin' that green girl is A-O.K why you tailin' her all overs the station?" ~Wonder who that could be. Not many Orion's on this station let alone in the fleet~ Before Donalson could answer Houseman butted in. "Evening. Looks like you've both been having a good time? You been trying to chat up his girl friend Rameriz." He grinned as he nodded at the Klingon. (reply Rameriz, Donalson) (reply Rameriz, Donalson, any) (posted by Robbie) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 18:07) "Hey, Jose, I just had a brilliant idea . drop the 'sack'." Said Chuck. Chuck looked at the other marine. ~I had it cooked up several minutes ago . but anyway.~ thought Chuck. Rameriz happily dropped the Klingon, managing to put most of the impact onto the alien's skull ridges. "Hey, softens tha impact." He stretched out his complaining back. "Okee Chuck, what's this brilliant idea? Pin the tail on the targ? Lost and go find the Klingon?" "What's your name?" Chuck asked (reply Houseman) "Well, Houseman, I think we could have a little fun, if you're interested in helping." Chuck said grinning devilishly. (reply Houseman) Chuck saw two Security officers eyeing them and heading in their direction. "Here they come, this won't work unless everybody agrees . whose in?" asked Chuck. "Uh.." Jose looked around, "Not that I knows what this plan of yours IS, but sounds fun to me!" He wasn't picky, and he hadn't been in trouble at all recently. Why, he hadn't even been demoted in a year. (reply Donaldson, Houseman, any) (posted by Lorna) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - TAC/ASC Charles "Chuck" Donaldson - 18:07) "Okee Chuck, what's this brilliant idea? Pin the tail on the targ? Lost and go find the Klingon?" asked Ramirez. "What's your name?" Chuck asked (reply Houseman) "Well, Houseman, I think we could have a little fun, if you're interested in helping." Chuck said grinning devilishly. (reply Houseman) Chuck saw two Security officers eyeing them and heading in their direction. "Here they come, this won't work unless everybody agrees … whose in?" asked Chuck. "Uh.." Jose looked around, "Not that I knows what this plan of yours IS, but sounds fun to me!" “I think I can convince those two that what happened didn’t happen.” Chuck said smiling and pointing with his thumb at the fast approaching security officers. (reply Ramirez, Houseman, IYW) “The security camera shows the Klingon attacking me and Jose shockin’ the hell out of him.” Said Chuck. (reply Ramirez, Houseman, IYW) “I want him on the Spectre,” Chuck began pointing at the Klingon, “and coincidentally, Jose can avoid the brig, if we play this right.” (reply Ramirez, Houseman, IYW) “You see, with the war on, you mention Admiral Lodona and they’ll bend over backwards for you.” Chuck said. “But that’s not the beautiful part … you see some years ago …” Chuck began a brief explanation of a previous ‘adventure’ of his involving the Grand Nagus, a bet, a detention hall, and a Tamarian dabo gambler. “So,you see, I have a few documents in my private files that might come in handy for just this sort of thing.” (reply Ramirez, Houseman) Chuck left the two Marines standing facing the hall and looked around the bar. A Tellerite was reviewing a PADD and Chuck quickly grabbed it out of his hands. Chuck passed Lieutenant Vasilyovna who seemed to be in and out of consciousness. “I’ll return this to you, I promise.” Chuck called to the Tellerite as he breezed through the bar toward the Marines. Had he stopped to contemplate he would’ve seen how ridiculous the whole scene was. He was inventing a scenario (flirting with court-martial), a Klingon attacked him (still not sure about that one), he was helping a Marine (not usual for a ‘pyjama boy’). The fact of the matter was – the deception was fun. “Alright, you should hold the Klingon up like a prisoner and I’ll go talk to them.” Said Chuck passing the Marines. (reply Ramirez, Houseman, IYW) Chuck kept walking, pushing buttons on the PADD as he went. He had to modify his old template with at least 80% accuracy in a few minutes or the ‘jig was up’. (reply Ramirez, Houseman, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 18:07) "Okee Chuck, what's this brilliant idea? Pin the tail on the targ? Lost and go find the Klingon?" asked Ramirez. "What's your name?" Chuck asked "I'm Houseman." Was the short reply. "Nices to meetcha." Rameriz said in his usual friendly and irrelevant manner. "Well, Houseman, I think we could have a little fun, if you're interested in helping." Chuck said grinning devilishly. "What's your plan?" Houseman asked, again to the point. "Here they come, this won't work unless everybody agrees . whose in?" asked Chuck. "Uh.." Jose looked around, "Not that I knows what this plan of yours IS, but sounds fun to me!" "Count's me in." Jose wasn't quite sure if this Houseman was mocking him, teasing him, or just being friendly. When in doubt, he decided to go with friendly. Marines were marines and he never had enough friends. "I think I can convince those two that what happened didn't happen." Chuck said smiling and pointing with his thumb at the fast approaching security officers. "Oh, you's gonna do some magic?" Jose asked with interest. "The security camera shows the Klingon attacking me and Jose shockin' the hell out of him." Said Chuck. "Right." Rameriz agreed, hoping this would lead to an explanation before the security folk showed up with arrest in their eyes and hands. "I want him on the Spectre," Chuck began pointing at the Klingon, "and coincidentally, Jose can avoid the brig, if we play this right." "Okee dokee." Rameriz agreed again, seeing there was no hurrying up Donaldson with his glee of plan. "You see, with the war on, you mention Admiral Lodona and they'll bend over backwards for you." Chuck said. "But that's not the beautiful part . you see some years ago ." Chuck began a brief explanation of a previous 'adventure' of his involving the Grand Negus, a bet, a detention hall, and a Tamarian dabo gambler. "So,you see, I have a few documents in my private files that might come in handy for just this sort of thing." Rameriz gave Chuck a wide grin and slapped him on the shoulder, "Hey, who knew we were brothers under the uniforms, eh? You shoulda been a marine, Chico!" (Reply Donaldson/Houseman, iyw) Jose watched the security officer go plot and plan, "Y'know, he never actually said what he wants us to do.." Rameriz pointed out, "It's a good thing I'm not the paranoid and suspicious type, eh?" (Reply Houseman, iyw) Rameriz watched Chuck abscond a PADD and busily start reprogramming it as he came back, "Alright, you should hold the Klingon up like a prisoner and I'll go talk to them." Said Chuck passing the Marines. "So that's by his ankles and shake him right?" Jose asked facetiously. Seeing his humour was unappreciated as Chuck just kept on going, Rameriz once again hauled up the Klingon. It was a lot easier with Houseman's help. "Hope these Security guys have no brains, like two fabulous marines like us would take orders from a pyjama boy." (Reply Houseman, iyw) The Klingon warrior grunted and seemed to be coming around. Having more time and a lot more cover, a hypospray was applied to the Klingon's neck and he slumped again. "Hopes a Nausican dose won't do bads things to him." Rameriz commented more philosophically than concerened. "Poor guys, he's havin' a bad day, eh? Gets beat up by two humans, shocked, drugged and now paraded around the concorse by a bunch of guys better lookin' than he'll ever be." Jose shook his head in mock-sadness. "We'll haves to be sendin' him pictures at his House to have happy memories for the bits he missed!" (Reply Houseman, iyw) (Reply Donaldson, Houseman, any) (Posted by Lorna) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - Corporal Houseman - 18:10) “I think I can convince those two that what happened didn’t happen.” Houseman saw to security officers heading towards them. “Be my guest.” “The security camera shows the Klingon attacking me and Jose shockin’ the hell out of him.” Houseman just waited for Donaldson to carry on. “I want him on the Spectre,” Chuck began pointing at the Klingon, “and coincidentally, Jose can avoid the brig, if we play this right.” Houseman gave a slight grin at Ramirez. “They’ve got a special place for him now with his name on it.” “You see, with the war on, you mention Admiral Lodona and they’ll bend over backwards for you.” Chuck said. “But that’s not the beautiful part … you see some years ago …” Chuck “So,you see, I have a few documents in my private files that might come in handy for just this sort of thing.” Houseman watched as Donaldson went off to get his stuff. He looked down at the Klingon wondering he knew what was going to happen to him. "Y'know, he never actually said what he wants us to do.." "It's a good thing I'm not the paranoid and suspicious type, eh?" Houseman grinned. "Yeh it is isn't it." He watched as Donaldson came back. “Alright, you should hold the Klingon up like a prisoner and I’ll go talk to them.” So that's by his ankles and shake him right?" Houseman looked at Ramirez. He nodded as they picked up the Klingon and carried him after Donaldson. "Hope these Security guys have no brains, like two fabulous marines like us would take orders from a pyjama boy." Houseman grinned again. "We have to stroke their over inflated egos some how." he felt the Klingon starting to sture. They moved him into a corner and Rameriz placed a hypospray to the Klingons neck "Hopes a Nausican dose won't do bads things to him." "Poor guys, he's havin' a bad day, eh? Gets beat up by two humans, shocked, drugged and now paraded around the concourse by a bunch of guys better lookin' than he'll ever be." "We'll haves to be sendin' him pictures at his House to have happy memories for the bits he missed!" "Yeh and if were really lucky he'll come back and thank us for all the fun he had with us." (reply Rameriz ) (reply Rameriz, Donandlson, any) (posted by Robbie) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk – Corporal Houseman - 18:11) "What's your name?" Chuck asked “I’m Houseman.” "Well, Houseman, I think we could have a little fun, if you're interested in helping." “What’s your plan?” Houseman watched as two Security officers turned towards them and headed in their direction. "Here they come, this won't work unless everybody agrees. whose in?" Asked Chuck. "Uh.." "Not that I knows what this plan of yours IS, but sounds fun to me!" Houseman nodded. He had heard that the Klingons had been causing trouble on the station and it would be good to get their own back. “Count’s me in.” (reply Donaldson,Rameriz, any) (posted by Robbie) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 18:12) Rameriz gave Chuck a wide grin and slapped him on the shoulder, "Hey, who knew we were brothers under the uniforms, eh? You shoulda been a marine, Chico!" Chuck just smiled. ~He couldn’t know that I thought about it once. Being a marine seemed hazardous to my health … then their was that other thing …~ Chuck thought. (Reply None) (Posted by Anton Taylor) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - MXO Bruce Kowalski - 18:15) It had seemed that it was the order of the day to have a punch up! Apparently, it had all begun with a Klingon lunging at one of the Spectre Security Officers in regards some earlier misdemeanor, then it had erupted into something much more. Before long, blows had been duly exchanged, people had flown through the air like strange, un-choreographed aerial performers & it had all culminated in a typical wild west style, bar room brawl. In fact the only thing that seemed to be missing now was the old piano in the corner of the room & the sawdust covered floor. Whilst all this was going on however, the Spectre's Chief of Security Vasilyovna had been verging on the point of Vodka induced incapacity for quite some time now & as such, was quite unwilling, or unable to get involved in the tussle. Clearly she seemed quite happy now to just let guy's be guy's & enjoy their free for all exchange of testosterone, so long as it didn't intrude upon her own entertainment that is. After all she was off duty now so what did it matter. The 'Free for all', as free for all's invariably do, eventually died down in the end of course & soon a modicum of calm had once again been restored to the Old Monk. The Marines had returned to their table at the end of the room, their talk of past conquests & camaraderie once again filling the immediate area as they drank heartily & enjoyed their much needed, but brief release from their duties. "....& Krige had us go down again, into that damned cold slime where all we had for comfort was the beat of our hearts & the sound of Bajoran mud eels occasionally sliding about our god damn privates", said one of the marines as he downed the remaining contents of his glass in one. "I'll tell ya man, I can think of better places to be", said another lasciviously, "& it involves a beautiful Risan goddess with an endless supply of sexual energy", he added to the accompaniment of an elbow jab into his nearest neighbours ribs. "Cut it out Silvers, you wouldn't know what to do with a Risan Goddess", said the Marine as he returned the jab with a laugh. "Oh yeah!.....OH YEAH!", said the marine as the playful machismo banter continued on unabated. At the head of the table however sat Kowalski, the Marine XO. Ordinarily he could fun it with the best of them of course but today his attention was elsewhere. Despite all that had just occurred, the Tellarite had spooked him from the very moment he had entered the bar, he had seemed strangely familiar in some way but for the moment Kowalski was at a loss as to where that might be. The Tellarite however, had appeared overly interested in the Security Chief as he sat nearby apparently trying to appear as one of the revelers that she had chosen to attach herself to. In her present state of course, she hadn't noticed anything untoward but the Marine XO most definitely had, for he had just witnessed the Tellarite scanning the Lieutenants DNA directly into a miniscule device that looked to have been implanted within the dermis of his forefinger. It was standard covert procedure of course necessitating only one touch of the glass that she had just placed upon the bar, Vasilyovna had known nothing about it & probably would not have done even if she had been sober. To the MXO however, it had been clear from the start that he had been looking for an opening of some sort, choosing it carefully before making his move whilst the Security Chief continued knocking back the shots, one after the other & singing Russian folk songs with the Orion & his cohorts. The Tellerite was clever that much was for sure, for he had found his mark & had executed it with an almost military precision, then he had left the bar assured now of having achieved his mission objective, whatever that may turn out to be. The MXO quickly finished his drink & then placed his glass calmly back down onto the table, then he turned to the others. "I'm heading out lads, got a few things to do back on board", said Kowalski as he stood from his chair, "do me a favour though, keep an eye on the Lieutenant over there will ya, make sure she gets home safely", he added. "Sure thing boss", said one of the Marines with a slightly puzzled look upon his face as he glanced over to Vasilyovna & then back at the MXO, "is there a problem Bruce?", he added. Kowalski shook his head in the negative, "Nah, she's had a few too many I feel", said Kowalski, "just see she gets back to the Spectre when she's done singing & entertaining the locals", he added before turning around & then heading out in the direction of the Tellarite. (Reply Any, None) (Posted by Alan Reading) (Starbase Geneva - The Old Monk - TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 18:22) Chuck continued to rewrite the old form on the PADD as he walked. He smiled to himself as he added a few minor touches. The forgery didn’t have to be convincing under deep scrutiny … just passable. He’d only show it Station Security for a few minutes. That’s all it would take. The two Security personnel continued their general pace towards Chuck. Chuck began to pick up speed. Chuck glanced behind him to see the two marines following him holding the half dazed – now drugged – Ryb’Ka. ~Perfect, this should go over smoothly if the marines keep quiet.~ Chuck thought. “Are you two with Station Security!?” demanded Chuck as the two men came within earshot. “Yes, we …” the superior of the two began. “Nope, don’t even start …” Chuck said waving the PADD in front of the man. “Uhh …” the man managed to utter startled by the sudden movement. “This is an order from Admiral Lodona. This Klingon is our prisoner, we’ll be taking him onboard the Spectre for questioning.” Said Chuck. “They’re Marines.” Said the first man’s inferior. Chuck glanced back at Houseman and Ramirez and then turned back to the two security officers. He lowered the PADD “Really, I hadn’t noticed.” Said Chuck sarcastically. “Let me see the order again.” Said the superior. “Fine, but they’re my standing orders … if I don’t go back to Lodona with them it’ll be my neck.” Said Chuck raising the PADD and handing it to the man. The Security officer inspected the documents for a moment and then handed Chuck the PADD. “I’ve never seen documents like these before … I’ll have to talk with my superior.” Said the man. “Hey, wait just a minute, the Spectre isn’t leaving right away. We’ll need a place to put the Klingon for awhile while we prepare his suite.” Said Chuck letting a short laugh escape his mouth. “First, explain to me why a Security officer is working with two Marines.” Said the superior protesting. Chuck glanced back at the Marines and with a quick movement grabbed the two officers around the shoulders (one with each arm) and faced away from the Marines. “Look fellas …” Chuck began looking from one man to the other. “I’ve been getting Blackballed by HQ about this whole inter-corp cooperation BS. Do you honestly think I’d work with two meatheads by choice? I’m gettin’ enough grief from the Admiral and all the smoking mirrors upstairs as it is … cut me a little slack here.” “Protocol …” began the inferior. “Standing orders.” Chuck interrupted tapping on the PADD. Letting the men go of his grasp as he spoke. They each straightened up their uniforms and looked at Chuck. “Hey, guys, it’s your choice … the maximum paperwork for all of us or zero paperwork and all our jobs get done fast.” Said Chuck. The men were getting visibly uncomfortable with Chuck’s suggestion he thought he should interject something. “Hey, it’s your choice … I’m not asking you to falsify documents or overwrite security footage … just make my job easier … it’s that simple.” Chuck said. NRPG: The two guards are NPCs so anybody can add them to a post. I thought it would get too confusing to put “(reply Houseman, Ramirez, any IYW)” after every quote in this post but it can be read that way. I think everyone understands the direction this is heading but I don’t mind a little sidestepping to keep it interesting. RPG: (reply Houseman, Ramirez, IYW) (posted by Anton) (Starbase Geneva - Promenade Deck - Ensign Jacqueline Bristed - 19:29) The dress was black, with silver constellations of glitter sparkling across her. The shoes were sandals with heels, also black and silver, and a dusting of silvery something set the light dancing in her hair. There was makeup, and nails had been painted. Something seemed to make her glow, transforming her into an ethereal creature, and had this been another time and place, people might have described her as otherworldly. Jacqueline didn't look at all like herself tonight. In fact, she rather looked like the faerie that Vashan had addressed his invitation to earlier that day. Excitement coursed through her as she made her way to the Golden Garden, the specified meeting place for tonight's reunion. Just as the restaurant in question came into sight, another, far less welcome image stepped into her line of sight. "You're all dressed up like that and you're alone? I'll join you then!" said a gratingly cheerful voice. It belonged to Gorlan Therul, the last being she wanted to see right now. The Tellerite was wearing what had to be one of the most gaudy get-ups in the history of fashion, a clashing combination of every color Jacqueline could imagine, as well as some that weren't within a human's visible range. It gave her a headache just looking at it. She had to get rid of him before eight, but half and hour should be enough time. "I'm not alone," she said, trying to be pleasant. Before she could continue, Gorlan butted in. "Not anymore, you mean. I saw you, peering around looking for a familiar face," Gorlan chuckled. To Jacqueline's horror, he nudged her with his elbow in a conspiratorial manner. "You don't have to worry about that now." She had been looking for a familiar face, she admitted that to herself. The problem was that it had been Vashan's face she had been seeking, not the porcine countenance of the engineer. She tried to explain again. "I'm supposed to be meeting someone tonight. An...he's an old friend," she said, stressing the "he" in hopes that her unwanted companion would catch her meaning. He didn't. "That's great! You can introduce us!" he said, beaming. He couldn't possibly be that naive, could he? With a sigh Jacqueline reminded herself that he could, and often was. He could even be worse if he tried. She remembered sending him off to fix the toilets that didn't need work and him returning with a confused expression and a wounded head, along with a story of someone chasing him out of the ladies' room in a fit of violence. She was going to have to be a little more obvious with what she was trying to communicate then. "Gorlan, how do Tellerites tell each other they're attracted to each other?" "They argue, usually. Only I'm not very good at it." He looked a little embarrassed, which was a rare thing indeed. It made sense that he wasn't a very good Tellerite though; he wasn't very good at being anything other than annoying. "Okay, fine, but do they like other people intruding on their arguments?" "Sure, the more the merrier." Obviously they were not on the same wavelength. "You remember when I met you, and explained about human mating rituals? Mostly the part about going alone so the guy doesn't get jealous?" Jacqueline ventured. She had to get rid of Gorlan as soon as possible, and time was running out. The Tellerite nodded slowly, as if the idea still made very little sense to him. "Well, I have a date tonight, only it's not with a human, it's with a V'to--a Vulcan. With emotions." ~No sense confusing him with big words like "V'tosh ka'tur"~ "That's great! I've always wanted to meed a fullblooded Vulcan who use logic as the only way to explain the world! I bet we'd be good friends!" Gorlan was far too enthusiastic. "Except you can't. Because it's a mating ritual, and three's a crowd. Please, just go...argue with someone or something. I want tonight to be...magical. No offense," she added, feeling slightly guilty about the lie. Why had Gorlan latched himself so firmly to her? And why wouldn't he go away? ~Because that's how things go.~ Gorlan was silent for a moment, a miracle if ever there was one. Then his hand lifted, one finger pointing at something behind Jacqueline and just to the left, and his jaw dropped. Jacqueline was sure she didn't want to turn around, expecting something else to go wrong. A look of awe played across Gorlan's features, filling Jacqueline with dread. Something else was about to go wrong, and she hadn't even started her evening yet. She steeled herself for the worst and then-- Someone grabbed her by the shoulders and whirled her around-- --dipped her back-- --kissed her-- Vashan had shown up. "Don't worry, I'll have her home by midnight. Or later, if things go well," Vashan said, righting Jacqueline as he did so. Jacqueline's head reeled; it was as though they had never been apart, as if those years in the Academy had never been. And he looked every bit as stunning as a real elf would in the same circumstances, bedecked in the same black and silver she had chosen. His blue eyes sparkled just like they always had, and the emotions he was sharing with her through their contact were delicious and electric. She hadn't realized how much she had missed him until just now. "And we'll be careful, don't worry," he added, obviously not talking to Jacqueline. Miraculously, Gorlan didn't offer to join them. Instead he stepped back, nodded once, and went on his way. "And now, now we catch up on everything." Jacqueline was more than willing to do just that. (reply any, none) (Posted by Siobhan) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 22:00) Alex prided himself on many of his qualities. Among those was his strange knack for getting into peoples heads and understand their emotions, despite how fiercely he clamped down on his own. Someone had once suggested that he become a counselor as his talent would no doubt be useful when he attempted to help those who came to him. Alex shot down that idea in an instant. He had no wish to spend his life solving other people’s emotional problems. In his view a person should be able to sort through their own twisted, convoluted mind without outside interference. He did not go so far as to call a counselor useless, he had no doubt that one did a great deal of good for the masses of weaklings who came to one because they were feeling sorry for themselves. But there was one activity that he felt his talent was very useful for, and he planned to practice that activity in the holodeck. He had set the program to conjure up a replica of a police interrogation room from the early twenty-first century. The setting somehow felt more correct to him, though he could not say why. There was the apparent criminal sitting in front of him and currently frozen. Alex allowed the program to truly begin only after he read the file that he had been provided with that gave him some clues to the psyche of the man in front of him. “So,” Alex said with smugness that he did not feel while leaning back in his chair. IT was important that he was able to pretend to have feelings that he did not truly possess as it made the person he was interrogating more open. “Where were you that night, Charlie?” The name “Charlie” had a special importance to the man in front of him. Alex had read that for an undetermined reason that Charles was greatly angered when the other version of his name was used, which was perfect. Alex could see the signs of angering already, the clenched fists and the white knuckles, as well as the vein pulsing in Charles’ forehead. Alex suddenly went on the attack relentlessly driving Charles closer and closer to a confession. Slowly and subtly he managed to cause a confession of childhood abuse, which was the perfect opening. “? There he was, rich, healthy, and happy. While you were basically a pathetic loser that nobody cared about. You did not have a job, a wife, a family, money? What did you ever do, that he didn’t do a thousand times better.” Charles’ finally broke. “I beat in his head with a bat!” and enraged Charles leapt for Alex. “Freeze program,” Alex barked and Charles stopped in midair. “End program,” Alex said with a satisfied smirk, proud that he had broken another one. “I can break anybody,” he said out-loud and his smirk suddenly disappeared. Slowly Alex sat down on the ground. He was certain that he could break anybody, solve any puzzle if given enough time, but that was all he had. “It’s enough” he stated firmly with dry eyes “I am not stupid enough to need more.” He continued to sit on the floor. NRPG: If someone wants to come in it could make for an interesting conversation. (reply any, none) (posted by Dan Black) (USS Spectre - Deck 3 - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 22:00) Okay, enough was enough. She'd asked the computer to keep track of the CMO's movements to check on his duty time. EVERY time she'd been past sickbay to chat with the personnel inside he'd been there or just left. She'd been teasing, originally, when she said he should get some sleep but it had been becoming clear that the doctor really didn't sleep and Jynea decided it was time to find out why. She left Sickbay with a frown, she'd apparently just missed the doctor again. She had doubts he'd even signed up for R&R. Perhaps it was time to put boot to butt, as Counsellor Semar would have said. (Reply None) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - CMO Williams - 22:06) “I am not stupid enough to need more.” Andrew had not realised that he had walked into the holodeck until he had seen the human sitting on the floor in front of him. He had been thinking of the day they had, and had not realised where he was going. He stopped short and looked at him. “Ow I’m sorry to disturb you.” He paused not exactly knowing what to say. “I’ll leave you be.” He started to turn to head out the way he had come. (reply Goldsteen) (reply Goldsteen, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - TAC/ASC Ensign Goldsteen - 22:07) “Ow I’m sorry to disturb you.” The man in front of Alex stood for a second before continuing. “I’ll leave you be.” He started to turn to head out the way he had come. "You weren't aware of your surroundings," Alex mused with a cocked head. He did not know why he was doing this, simply that it gave him a distraction from his previous dark thoughts. As usual his voice had regained its dull monotone sound. Strangely his actions and words contrasted with his tone, one could gain the sense that naturally his voice would have a curious tone if Alex allowed it to. "Not being aware that you had you're mind on something, something important. If it had been something good you would have reacted to me differently, at least not so apologetically. Which means that you've probably had a bad day, or at least a trying one." (reply Williams iyw) "My apologies," Alex said with no change in tone, "I have a bad habit of analyzing people. I meant no insult." Alex sat silently for a second before bursting out. What he said next surprised even himself, as he usually was not so open with anyone. It was possible that he was suffering from holding his thoughts in for so long, but he did not have the time to analyze himself. "I don't mind that most people think that I should have been a counselor," his monotone voice formed a strange combination with the growl that came out of his throat. "I accept that most people are fools who love having someone tell them how to fix their own minds because they are not competent enough to figure it out themselves. But just because my talents lie in breaking people instead of fixing them doesn't make me any less valuable. Just because I don't see the benefit of aiding every idiotic being that cries for help, that doesn't make me cruel. And just because I don't wear my emotions on a sleeve, that doesn't make me heartless." (reply Williams) (posted by Dan Black) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 22:10) "My apologies," An Ensign said with no change in tone, "I have a bad habit of analyzing people. I meant no insult." Jynea had the feeling she came in on the middle of a conversation, but backing out of the room now would probably be worse than interrupting. "I don't mind that most people think that I should have been a counselor," the ensign's almost frustrated voice claimed. "I accept that most people are fools who love having someone tell them how to fix their own minds because they are not competent enough to figure it out themselves. But just because my talents lie in breaking people instead of fixing them doesn't make me any less valuable. Just because I don't see the benefit of aiding every idiotic being that cries for help, that doesn't make me cruel. And just because I don't wear my emotions on a sleeve, that doesn't make me heartless." "Well, I see the welcome committee has found you before me," Jynea said with, what she hoped was, a casual smile. "Ensign Jynea Kreung, Ship's Morale officer at your services." (Reply Williams/Goldsteen, iyw) "A pleasure, I'm sure. Although, I have to wonder and the strange concepts you have of counsellors. Is a person an idiot for going to a doctor when they break their arm?" Jynea asked conversationally, head tilted to one side to study the security officer. (Reply Williams/Goldsteed) "A counsellor has to know emotion like a painter knows colour. If you don't have feelings, admit to them, or know them intimately, you're trying to teach someone to paint blind." That wasn't quite a direct quote from her first year counselling course. Really, it should be a mandatory course! Where did people get some strange ideas about counsellors? People seemed to think that they chased for people and peered into their attics for the fun of it. No, it was a need to help and heal like any doctor. Perhaps because it was such a nebulous area to the average person? That they couldn't see, feel and weigh what the healer was helping them do? And besides all that, someone who accused others of having 'broken minds' probably deserved a good once or twice over. She knew what she'd be recommending to Lieutenant Salaxia first thing! (reply any) (posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - CMO Williams - 22:11) "Not being aware that you had you're mind on something, something important. If it had been something good you would have reacted to me differently, at least not so apologetically. Which means that you've probably had a bad day, or at least a trying one." Andrew paused as the thought about what Goldsteen had said and then nodded. “Yes I did have a trying day.” "My apologies," "I have a bad habit of analyzing people. I meant no insult." Andrew shook his head showing that he had not been insulted. "I don't mind that most people think that I should have been a counsellor," "I accept that most people are fools who love having someone tell them how to fix their own minds because they are not competent enough to figure it out themselves. But just because my talents lie in breaking people instead of fixing them doesn't make me any less valuable. Just because I don't see the benefit of aiding every idiotic being that cries for help, that doesn't make me cruel. And just because I don't wear my emotions on a sleeve, that doesn't make me heartless." Andrew paused before he answered. He tried to keep his tired mind up with what Goldsteen was saying. ~Jeez if I thought I had a complicated day I was mistaken~ “No it dose not but people need to talk. Talking to others about there problems make them easier to deal with. It makes them come to terms with the troubles in there lives.” (reply Goldsteen) (reply Goldsteen, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 22:12) “No it does not but people need to talk. Talking to others about there problems make them easier to deal with. It makes them come to terms with the troubles in there lives.” Alex was about to answer me when someone else came in. "Well, I see the welcome committee has found you before me," she said "Ensign Jynea Kreung, Ship's Morale officer at your services." Alex suddenly felt that the situation was much more awkward than he wished, and decided to hold of on responding. "A pleasure, I'm sure. Although, I have to wonder and the strange concepts you have of counsellors. Is a person an idiot for going to a doctor when they break their arm?" Jynea asked conversationally, head tilted to one side to study the security officer. "No," Alex responded his toneless voice somehow managing to convey a degree of heat, "however they are an idiot for going to the doctor for a paper cut." "A counsellor has to know emotion like a painter knows colour. If you don't have feelings, admit to them, or know them intimately, you're trying to teach someone to paint blind." "Nonsense," Alex interjected. "Emotions, like everything else, follow a predictable pattern. It is all simply a matter of manipulating them to get the desired result. For instance if you wish to break somebody of a bad habit, you make him associate negative emotions with said habit." (reply Williams/Kreung) "It's true that I have never counseled anyone, nor am I on intimate terms with emotions. However I can fake having emotions entirely well, as this will prove." Alex had the holodeck put on the program he had before, only this time he was part of a simulation. He had the holodeck give the three a quick run through, giving them the highlights of the interrogation. "I use the holodeck to keep in practice. I admit that I am not counseling him, but the theory is the same. All a matter of emotion manipulation." (reply Williams/ Kreung) (posted by Dan) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4- TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 22:12) "No," Alex responded his toneless voice somehow managing to convey a degree of heat, "however they are an idiot for going to the doctor for a paper cut." Jynea raised an eyebrow at that, and tilted her head to one side, seeming more curious than upset. "And you are the one to judge other's on what is a papercut and what is a gut wound?" "Nonsense," Alex interjected. "Emotions, like everything else, follow a predictable pattern. It is all simply a matter of manipulating them to get the desired result. For instance if you wish to break somebody of a bad habit, you make him associate negative emotions with said habit." Jynea exchanged a glance with the doctor but decided to let him field this one. (reply Williams) "It's true that I have never counseled anyone, nor am I on intimate terms with emotions. However I can fake having emotions entirely well, as this will prove." ~I can fake an orgasm, but it doesn't mean I'm having a good time!~ Jynea thought with a mental roll of her eyes. Alex had the holodeck put on the program he had before, only this time he was part of a simulation. He had the holodeck give the three a quick run through, giving them the highlights of the interrogation. "I use the holodeck to keep in practice. I admit that I am not counseling him, but the theory is the same. All a matter of emotion manipulation." "So, you think counselling someone, healing them and helping them is the same as intimidating a confession out of them?" Jynea asked, more confused than anything else. How could inflicting negative emotions on a simulation even be compared with counselling? Who had tortured this man with 'emotional manipulation' to make him think so poorly of counsellors and his own mental health? (reply Williams/Goldsteen) (posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - CMO Williams - 22:15) He blinked a couple of time as he felt slightly light headed. ~Breath in and out.~ He took a deep breath. ~Yes that's it keep oxygenating that thing you call a brain~ He looked from Jynea to Alex as the conversation moved back and forward. ~OI WAKE UP. Yes keep those eye open. Falling asleep in front you your colleagues is not a good idea~ "... For instance if you wish to break somebody of a bad habit, you make him associate negative emotions with said habit." He realised that his mind had drifted. ~Not a good idea when your trying to keep up with this conversation~ Jynea glanced at him. She indicated that she wanted him to answer the question. ~Hmm need to be careful about what I say~ He had the slight suspicion that what he said here might come back to haunt him later when he finally went and saw Jynea. "That might be true in some cases but not all. Giving people hope or some thing to aspire to in my experience works just as well." "It's true that I have never counseled anyone, nor am I on intimate terms with emotions. However I can fake having emotions entirely well, as this will prove." Andrew raised an eye brow as this comment. ~You and most of the female species" He gave a slight glance at Jynea. He was so tired that he wanted to make sure that he had not said it out loud. She was looking at Alex. ~Ow thank god~ He watched as Alex ran his holdeck program and put him self in the program. ~That was a bit disturbing~ "I use the holodeck to keep in practice. I admit that I am not counseling him, but the theory is the same. All a matter of emotion manipulation." ~Not from the way Jynea is looking at you mate~ "So, you think counselling someone, healing them and helping them is the same as intimidating a confession out of them?" ~If he dose, I'm definitely not going to his consoling session~ (reply Goldsteen/ Kreung) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 22:16) "So, you think counselling someone, healing them and helping them is the same as intimidating a confession out of them?" Jynea asked sounding confused. "No," Alex said, and paused. He knew that what he was about to say next probably was not the smartest thing to say to the ship's morale officer, but for some reason he said it anyway. "But healing as it is defined is merely an idealistic term. You do not heal someone of whatever they were too incompetent to deal with themselves, because that flaw has become part of their personality. Instead you take their personality and destroy it, until you reach the root of the problem. Than you force in a new personality that is properly modified to fix the problem that the patient came to you with." (reply Williams/Kreung iyw) "Take Charles here," Alex said point at the simulation. "I had already achived the hard part, finding out his vulnerable point. I stopped there because I had gained what I wished, but if I wished to cure him of his violent tendencies it would've been easy. I know now how to manipulate him, so I would turn that anger into depression by making him feel pathetic for letting the event which caused him such stress control his life. Once depressed I simply put him on anti-depressants, while giving him daily sessions in which I make it clear that the only way to put the event behind him is to forget it. From then on, reference to the event causes depression instead of anger, so he does not think about it and becomes a productive member of society to distract himself from it. And if he ever does think about it, he merely swallows a pill instead of hurting someone. Just like that he is cured." He glanced over at his audience wondering what they would say about his accuracy. ~If they say I am not right, I will call them liars immediately.~ (reply Williams/Kreung) (posted by Dan) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 22:18) "No," Alex said, and paused. "But healing as it is defined is merely an idealistic term. You do not heal someone of whatever they were too incompetent to deal with themselves, because that flaw has become part of their personality. Instead you take their personality and destroy it, until you reach the root of the problem. Than you force in a new personality that is properly modified to fix the problem that the patient came to you with." All Jynea could think in her shocked state was this man was not fit for duty in any shape or form in Starfleet with his current mindset. "Take Charles here," Alex said point at the simulation. "I had already achieved the hard part, finding out his vulnerable point. I stopped there because I had gained what I wished, but if I wished to cure him of his violent tendencies it would've been easy. I know now how to manipulate him, so I would turn that anger into depression by making him feel pathetic for letting the event which caused him such stress control his life. Once depressed I simply put him on anti-depressants, while giving him daily sessions in which I make it clear that the only way to put the event behind him is to forget it. From then on, reference to the event causes depression instead of anger, so he does not think about it and becomes a productive member of society to distract himself from it. And if he ever does think about it, he merely swallows a pill instead of hurting someone. Just like that he is cured." Jynea wasn't quite where to start, she was very much out of her depth, "You make a lot of if - then statements, Ensign. Like isn't if - then. Life is shades of grey, conditions and interpretations. There are no absolutes, no guarantees and counselling is nothing like brainwashing. Counselling is helping someone find their own path, not forcing your own onto someone as you have done in your 'simulation.' Emotions are irrelevant to Starfleet duty, you're right, but moral ambiguity however, is not." It was obvious that she found the security officer disturbing and frightening. To be *proud* of forcing someone through a hell for your own personal experimentation was just .. wrong. And then to try and defend it? She hadn't missed the doctor's earlier comments, but he was functioning, there was no way this ensign was. She had to get out of here and report this to .. someone .. before the Ensign moved his theories from the holodeck to real people. (Reply Goldsteen/Williams) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - TAC/ASC Alex Goldsteen - 22:20) "You make a lot of if - then statements, Ensign. Like isn't if - then. Life is shades of grey, conditions and interpretations. There are no absolutes, no guarantees and counselling is nothing like brainwashing. Counselling is helping someone find their own path, not forcing your own onto someone as you have done in your 'simulation.' Emotions are irrelevant to Starfleet duty, you're right, but moral ambiguity however, is not." Alex smiled, then began to chuckle at the Counselor's words before finally answering. "Just how inexperienced are you?" he said rhetorically, in a voice very different from his previously toneless one. This voice was condescending, haughty, and contemptous. There was another quality to it, one that was sure to make Alex shiver in fear when he calmed down and regained control of himself. He could not put his finger on it, but on those times that he lost control of himself and allowed this voice (which was just the first thing that would happen if he lost control completely) to come out, it seemed to scare everyone who heard it. "What you just saw was standard interrogation technique when dealing with anyone more dangerous than a petty criminal. Or at least its the only one that works, and I did not force a path onto him in my simulation. I simply manipulated his anger to tell me what I wanted to know, everything else was just theory. But counselor you want to know about moral ambiguity? Take a five-year old boy and become his counselor. Then put him through hell. Everytime he feels an emotion put him through some sort of torture. But not a physical one, oh no. Instead you make him hate himself for letting emotion cloud his judgement. and then you make him scared to feel anything at all. Then at you'll keep up with him through college until he joins the starfleet academy, to become the officer that you want him to be. Or maybe you were even ordered to make him the way he was, completely logical, completely rational, persistent, and doesn't even desire emotion. And the real irony is that he's perf ectly sane." Alex struggled for a second and finally regained control and his familair, comfortable toneless voice. I know for a fact that you've decided that I am not fit for duty and you're off to go report me. I'll go through a psyche evaluation and be given a clean bill of health, and you'll come out looking the fool. Just spare both of us the headache, even if you manage to get me off duty some one up high in Starfleet will override it. Who do you think the five-year old's counselor was, some lowly nameless man? If that is true, how do you think that I, someone you think is obviously unfit, managed to get into the Academy?" Alex gave her a bitter smile before getting up and heading for the door, "I hope my sad story didn't hurt your morale." NRPG: Just so everyone knows, Alex's story is a lot more complex and alot more simplistic than it seems....well that sentence will make sense once you know the whole story. (reply Williams/Kreung) (posted by Dan Black) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 22:22) Alex smiled, then began to chuckle at the Counsellor's words before finally answering. "Just how inexperienced are you?" he said rhetorically, proceeding to go on into a bullying rant about how he was all powerful and she was a useless twit. He tried to leave, getting the last word, "Ensign," Jynea said quite calmly, "I may be a fresh from the academy counsellor, but you're an even bigger rank amateur bully. I'd met better than you on my home world by the time I was three. I don't know what game you're attempting to play, but when you joined Starfleet you made the *choice* to participate by our rules and expectations. You made the *choice* to be here, and that includes certain morale expectations, responsibilities and participations. Not the least is, the your right to punch ends where my nose starts." She stepped forward, not realizing it, more angry now than afraid, "And further more, if you think to *intimidate* me out of getting you the eval you apparently so desperately need, you can think again. I may be new, I may be 'wet behind the ears' but I know my job, I know people and I know you're a jerk. Consider that a free, off-duty opinion. But don't worry Ensign, I won't take it to heart if you don't care, I'm just a poor counsellor who can't even brain wash you into acting like a decent, respectable sapient being. I'll be sure to recommend the much more experienced, knowledgeable, and equally likely to not put up with childish games, Lieutenant Salxia meet with you." (Reply Goldsteen/Williams) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - TAC/ASC Alex Goldsteen - 22:23) She stepped forward, not realizing it, more angry now than afraid, "And further more, if you think to *intimidate* me out of getting you the eval you apparently so desperately need, you can think again. I may be new, I may be 'wet behind the ears' but I know my job, I know people and I know you're a jerk. Consider that a free, off-duty opinion. But don't worry Ensign, I won't take it to heart if you don't care, I'm just a poor counsellor who can't even brain wash you into acting like a decent, respectable sapient being. I'll be sure to recommend the much more experienced, knowledgeable, and equally likely to not put up with childish games, Lieutenant Salxia meet with you." Alex wanted to respond with some sort of witty remark. But something about this incredibly annoying ensign brought out what he considered the worst of himself. She had already seen the side that most people would consider the bad side, now the side that some said was the last remaining part of his humanity showed itself, much to his chagrin. "You're right," he said regret and anger evident in his voice. "You want to know why act like this, well its simple. My position in Starfleet is literally all I have. I recognize the signs when someone is thinking of trying to take it away , and when that happens I don't act like I should. I don't like this," he vaguely indicated the simulation, "but it's one of the few things that I am good at. The fact is," he abruptly stopped. When his two sides came out a third act followed them. Normally he was emotionless, now his entire being became robotic. His voice, his posture, everything about his showed nothing at all. It was his mental reset button, his way of getting back into a comfortable mode. "Never mind," he said, "it doesn't matter." NRPG: Yes, Alex does have problems with a variation of split personality. But when it really comes out, its much worse. (reply Williams/Kreung) (posted by Dan Black) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 22:24) "Never mind," he said, "it doesn't matter." Now she was back to being confused and lost and looking to Williams for support, What in Sedria's name was going on with this security officer? "But it does matter." She said quietly. She felt like the universe had taken a step to the left and forgotten to tell her. It was the first time in her life she wished she was a telepath so she could crack open the person's skull in front of her and see what was going on - not that any Starfleet telepath would actually invade someone's brain like that.. but still. There had to be something more to the Ensign, sociopaths didn't get assigned to class A ships. Did they? (Reply Williams/Goldsteen) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - CMO Williams - 22:26) "Never mind," he said, "it doesn't matter." "But it does matter." ~What the hell is going on~ Andrew was not totally lost. It seamed that Alex was jumping from one topic to the other. He had wanted to go to bed and try and get this day over with. He saw Jynea glance at him. ~Maybe if we dash for the door he won’t notice?~ He looked back at Alex and realised that this conversation could go one for hours. If they could get to the bottom of it quickly then they might get away. ~Okay what was he saying. Ow yes~ “Why do you think people are trying to take your position away from you?” (reply Goldsteen) (Reply Kreung /Goldsteen) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 22:27) "But it does matter." She said quietly. Right on top of her the doctor spoke. “Why do you think people are trying to take your position away from you?” Alex looked at them for a long second simply contemplating the situations. There were plenty of ways that he could tell them. He could tell them that his unique outlook on life had caused people to question his sanity, morality, and fitness before. He could tell them that he had learned long ago not to trust anyone with more than the surface contents of his mind, and he had simply let everything he said so far slip past. But he was no longer in a sharing mood. "It doesn't matter," he repeated, "and it is none of your concern. I've taken up too much of your time already." With that Alex turned to head out the door and go back to his quarters. (reply Kreung/Williams iyw) (posted by Dan Black) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 22:27) With that Alex turned to head out the door and go back to his quarters. Jynea waited till the doors closed before she turned back to Williams, "He thinks people are trying to take his job away because he appears mentally unbalanced. Of course, he might be a totally different person on duty, but there's definitely something odd going on with him." (Reply Williams, iyw) "And, I guess, every counsellor he meets probably wants to take his head apart, peer in and figure out what's going on.. which is probably why he doesn't like us too much.. and gets real defensive." She sighed. "Definitely out of my league!" Jynea added, with visible relief that she could genuinely shuck the problem child on to someone else. (Reply Williams) "All I know is that since I can't get drunk, have meaningless sex or scream for twenty minutes straight, I'm going to go hug a rabbit." She took a step forward, then a step back, facing Andrew once more, "And you and I have an appointment at breakfast! I'll see you in Ten Forward at 0730." (reply Williams any) (posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 – CMO Williams - 22:30) "He thinks people are trying to take his job away because he appears Mentally unbalanced. Of course, he might be a totally different person on duty, but there's definitely something odd going on with him." Andrew gave a tired smile. “Well if the counsellor’s worried about him being odd then were all stuffed.” "And, I guess, every counsellor he meets probably wants to take his head apart, peer in and figure out what's going on.. which is probably why he doesn't like us too much.. and gets real defensive." "Definitely out of my league!" Andrew saw the relief that Kreung was showing and nodded. “Its always good to know your limits.” "All I know is that since I can't get drunk, have meaningless sex or Scream for twenty minutes straight, I'm going to go hug a rabbit.” Andrew was about to follow her out of the holodeck when she turned back to him. ~Oh ow what’s this?~ "And you and I have an appointment at breakfast! I'll see you in Ten Forward at 0730." Andrew realised that this was not a request. He gave a slight smile and then bowed to her. “Yes my lady. Your wish is my command.” (reply Kreung IYW) Andrew nodded to her and then left the holodeck and headed in the direction of his bed. His feet seamed to know where he was going so he did not mind. He did wonder however if Kreung’s bunny know what it was letting its self in for when she returned. (reply Kreung, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 4 - Ensign (jg) Jynea Kreung - 22:30) Andrew seemed to sigh and replied, "Yes my lady. Your wish is my command." Jynea smiled brightly, trying to fake a bit of cheer, "Don't say things like that doctor, I'm liable to abuse it!" Andrew nodded to her and then left the holodeck, heading towards the further of the turbolifts. Jynea sighed, "Computer reset holodeck." Really, she wished she could go back to the station, find some person she didn't know, get drunk with them and find physical release. Doing such with crewmates was a Bad Idea since so few humanoids took sex as casually as they claimed. They got all sorts of silly things mixed up in it.. and it went from stress relief and fun with a friend to a giant mess. A lesson, unfortunately, she'd learnt the hard way. More than once. (USS Spectre - Junior Officer's Quarters - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 22:40) Jynea entered her quarters and considered just calling it a night instead of finishing out the next few hours of gamma shift. It wasn't like anyone would actually miss her. The ship was on a skeleton crew and those who were on seemed to be more interested in their upcoming R&R than any emotional or mental problems. But.. what kind of example would that set? It wasn't very adult either. "Oh, I'm sorry review board, I decided whenever I had a rough day I just couldn't finish my shift. Oh, I know the crew counts on my presence for blah blah and yada yada, but y'know, my own selfish needs come first." Mark came hopping out at the sound of her voice, hoping for a treat. Sensing his two foot was in a strange mood, he sat back up on his paws to evaluate the situation better. Jynea sat down on the ground, cross-legged, "Oh you have it easy, eat some treats, destroy my quarters, take a nap." She told her roommate. Curious as to this display, normally his food giver didn't sit just inside the door on the floor, Mark hopped over and climbed into Jynea's lap for ear rubs. Jynea complied without much thought, stroking the bunnies nose and forehead, and then his long silky ears. Mark's eyes were half closed in happy bunny land while Jynea's thoughts were circling. Her mental pattern was starting and ending with 'What was wrong with Goldsteen and why had he been sent here?' (reply none, any) (posted by Lorna) ========================================================================= Mission: ***Docked*** Day: 02 Stardate: 2407.04.06 (USS Spectre – CMO Personal Quarters – CMO Williams – 01:02) “Noooooo.” Andrew sat bolt upright as he screamed. He sat there sucking in deep breaths of air. His pulse hammering in his ears and felt his scrubs wringing with sweat clinging to his body. He looked down at his shaking hands as he balled them up into tight fists. As he tried to banish the images from his mind. “Ow F**K it.” He crawled out of his bed and stood trembling. ~Looks like I’m not going back to bed then~ “Computer activate lights.” As the lights came up he headed for the bathroom. He peeled his clothes from his skin and stepped into the sonic shower. ~Better go to work~ (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – CMO Williams – 01:30) He saw Douwsy look up as he entered the quiet sickbay. The main lights were on and he could see that there were no patients. “Morning.” (reply Douwsy) Andrew nodded. “Yeh I could not sleep. You on your own?” (reply Douwsy) “What no one staggered in from Geneva yet?” (reply Douwsy) Andrew nodded again. He crossed to the replicator and ordered a cup of caffeine. He picked it up and walked back to Douwsy. “Yeh probably right. Look go home. There only needs to be one of us and I’m not going back to bed.” (reply Douwsy) “Yes go. I’ll call you if I need you. Any way I’ve got the next exiting instalment of ‘Du’tcha Adventures’ and some of, what did crewman Handis call it ow yes Head banging music.” He grinned. “I’ll be fine go.” He watched as Douwsy left. He reclined back in a seat at the nurses station which gave him a good view of the main door. He placed the cup within easy reach. “Computer pick random track from my music collection. Start with album 2.” As the first chords of the electric guitars started he leaned back and thumbed through the pages of his book. “Okay where was I ow yes. Here it is.” (reply Douwsy, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – Nurse Douwsy – 01:33) Douwsy was finding it hard to stay awake. She had increased the lights and had been drinking tea to keep her awake but it was not working. She was about to go & clean out the dispensary when Andrew walked in. ~Hmm looks like he’s not sleeping~ “Morning.” “What are you doing up this early could you not sleep?” “Yeh I could not sleep. You on your own?” “Yep we’re quiet at the moment.” “What no one staggered in from Geneva yet?” Douwsy looked at the chronometer. “To early. The Bars won’t kick them out till about three ish.” She watched him get a drink from the replicator and then walk back. “Yeh probably right. Look go home. There only needs to be one of us and I’m not going back to bed.” “You sure?” “Yes go. I’ll call you if I need you. Any way I’ve got the next exiting instalment of ‘Du’tcha Adventures’ and some of, what did crewman Handis call it, ow yes Head banging music.” ~Quick run, while I can~ She smiled at him. “I’ll be fine go.” She nodded as she got up and quickly headed for her quarters where she could get some sleep before she started her next shift. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 07:15) It was early. Too early for Calvin. It had been weeks since he had to wake up this early to start a shift. Only three days ago was he being waited hand and foot by nurses on the Paladin. Today he had hoped to at least put in half a days work with his damaged body. Up to this point Calvin has been able to manage by himself. He still has small aches and pains sometimes. Therapy was supposed to help, but it just seemed so redundant swinging a leg in a circular motion for 10 minutes. Not something he thought of as fun, but necessary. After walking inside of sickbay he noticed that the lights had already been switched over to day lights or were they always on day lights. He shrugged the thought away as he looked around for help. A head poked out of a door and looked at Calvin. (reply Williams) "Ok." Calvin raised his voice back to the doctor so he could hear him. Calvin then walked over to one of the bio beds and took a seat on top of it. A second later the same doctor appeared from behind the wall with a large smile across his face. Calvin smiled back. (reply Williams) "I am Lt Cmdr Capps. I have been transferred to the Spectre from the Paladin. I am here to tell you of my condition and the ever so fun medical check up." (reply Williams) Calvin took out his PADD and handed it to the doctor. The PADD contained the medical injuries that he sustained on his last mission with Paladin. It also explained the physical therapy he was suppose to be initiating twice a day. "Here you go doctor. I also took the liberty to transfer all my medical files from the Paladin to the PADD as well. I hope that helps." (reply Williams) (posted by Calvin) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO Williams - 07:18) The supplies had come from the Champlain as Dr Caskie had said she would. ~Must get something for her to to say thanks~ He was sorting through items when he saw some one moving in sickbay. ~Can’t be early shift they are not due to arrive yet~ He stuck his head out and saw man with with the rank Lt Commander standing in the middle of sickbay. ”I’ll be there in a moment. Grab a seat on the nearest bio-bed.” "Ok." He placed a box on the shelf and then moved over to Capps with a welcoming smile. ”Hallo I’m Doctor Williams how can I help you?” "I am Lt Cmdr Capps. I have been transferred to the Spectre from the Paladin. I am here to tell you of my condition and the ever so fun medical check up." Andrew new that most people hated to be in sickbay and most did not like having there medical examination. He grinned. “Of course your compulsory medical check up is fun. We don’t have boring check ups here.” Andrew took the PADD that he was given. "Here you go doctor. I also took the liberty to transfer all my medical files from the Paladin to the PADD as well. I hope that helps." Andrew scanned the PADD and nodded. “That helps a lot, thank you. But your not getting away that easily Mr Capps. Lie back, relax and I’ll take some scans.” (reply Capps) Andrew activated the scanners. “How are you settling into The Spectre. Its allot smaller then the Paladin I gather.” (reply Capps) (reply Capps , any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 07:20) “That helps a lot, thank you. But your not getting away that easily Mr Capps. Lie back, relax and I’ll take some scans.” There was nothing Calvin could argue at that point. There was no reason for him to protest. He simply layed back on the bed and brought his legs up on top of the bed as well. Calvin looked in the eyes of the doctor, and made a serious face. Sarcastically Calvin spoke to the doctor. "I trust you doctor." He then smiled know that the doctor was only doing some simple scans. “How are you settling into The Spectre. Its allot smaller then the Paladin I gather.” While being transferred over to the Spectre Calvin had already noticed the differences between his previous post and the Spectre. "I moved into my quarters last night. They were very nice. Thank you. You are right though. The Paladin was a huge ship. A ship I proudly served on. I will miss it. But after reading all the reports and the last one with you dis arming a bomb out of a ferengi was quite some read. I think I will like it here." (reply Williams) "So tell me Doctor. How do you like the Spectre and how long have you been here?" (reply Williams) "Anything I should know about the Spectre not in the official specifications?" (reply Williams) (posted by Calvin) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO Williams - 07:25) "I moved into my quarters last night. They were very nice. Thank you. You are right though. The Paladin was a huge ship. A ship I proudly served on. I will miss it. But after reading all the reports and the last one with you dis arming a bomb out of a ferengi was quite some read. I think I will like it here." Andrew smiled. “Yes. There is always something interesting happening here.” "So tell me Doctor. How do you like the Spectre and how long have you been here?" Andrew thought for a moment. A lot had happened since he had first set foot on board as a young scared ACMO. “About 6 months to a year.” "Anything I should know about the Spectre not in the official specifications?" Andrew paused again and then smiled. NRPG: not sure whether the Cloak is on specifications? RPG: “I can’t tell you that. It would just spoil the surprises when you find them.” He tapped the PADD as the scans were completed. He glanced at them to check that they were okay. Once he was satisfied he looked back at Calvin “Mr Calvin. It looks like every thing is in order. Is there anything else I can do for you?” (reply Calvin) (Reply Calvin, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 07:26) “I can’t tell you that. It would just spoil the surprises when you find them." Calvin looked at the doctor and gave a half smile toward him. ~I hope there aren't too many. Don't appreciate surprises.~ A quick double beep seemed to come from the bio bed above him. He attempted to look at it, but before he saw anything he could understand the doctor spoke. “Mr Calvin. It looks like every thing is in order. Is there anything else I can do for you?" "No doctor, I don't think there is," Calvin simply answered. He walked away from the bed and the doctor without looking back. The last thing the Lt Cmdr wanted to do was to remind the doctor of something else to check. Calvin left sickbay ready to get to his first full day of work. (reply any) (posted by Calvin) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 07:27) "No doctor, I don't think there is," He watched as Capps got off the biobed and headed quickly out of sickbay. He smiled to himself as the door closed. ~Another happy customer. Who could not wait to leave. Must be losing my charm." He glanced at the chronometer. ~Oh hell I'll be losing something else if I'm not in ten forward~ He looked over at the nurses station and saw that Marshal was there. "I have a breakfast appointment now but if you need anything just comm me." She nodded as he passed. He could see a slight twinkle in her eye but he ignored it as he left sickbay. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Ten forward – CMO Williams - 07:32) Andrew entered ten forward. He knew that he was running late & hated being it. He went to the replicator which was by the wall. “Caffeine supplement 281.” He had wanted to have a full breakfast but it was probably not the best thing to have when he felt that the conversation with Kreung was probably going to be very personal. But he was feeling hungry as he had been up since about 0100 this morning. So he went for something a bit more manageable. “Porridge hot, with raisins, a splash of milk and sugar.” He waited for his order to appear. As he picked up his order he spied Kreung sitting at a secluded table at the far end of the room. He made his way over to her. “Is this seat taken my Lady?” (Reply Kreung) Andrew sat down and placed his order on the table in front of him. “Sorry I’m a bit late, I had a patient in sickbay.” (reply Kreung) (reply Kreung, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Ten forward - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 07:34) Jynea was starting to think that the doctor had slept in - which would be forgivable considering her entire theory that he didn't sleep enough, but when he entered he looked again like he hadn't slept in a week. Jynea suppressed a sigh and a frown as she watched him approach the replicator and order a passable breakfast, she supposed. "Is this seat taken my Lady?" "Well, I was waiting for a gentleman who was supposed to be here at oh-seven-thirty, but since it appears he has stood me up, I suppose it's available." She teased lightly. Andrew sat down and placed his order on the table in front of him. "Sorry I'm a bit late, I had a patient in sickbay." "And you don't have competent doctors and nurses who can look after them?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. She'd practiced every day for a week to get that look down pat. (reply Williams) "Well, why I wanted to speak to you last night, and moved it to this morning since I don't think either of us were in the mood for another serious and difficult conversation is simple thus," Jynea took a deep breath of bravery and carried on, "I've noticed your sleeping pattern is atrocious, if you manage more than four hours of sleep every twenty-four I'd be shocked. This isn't acceptable for a man of your rank, position and responsibilities, and it worries me because I think of you as a friend." Jynea continued on before the doctor could contradict or interrupt her. "Anyway, I'm very willing to help, listen, whatever, or I'm just as happy for Lieutenant Taxia to handle it, but I think Andrew," it was the first time she'd called him by the familiar name, "it's time you got help one way or another." (reply Williams, any) (posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Ten forward – CMO Williams - 07:36) "And you don't have competent doctors and nurses who can look after them?" Andrew saw her eyebrow rise up. ~Ow dear. She’s not joking~ “Of course I do but I need to help people that’s why I became a doctor. I can’t just sit behind my desk.” "Well, why I wanted to speak to you last night, and moved it to this Morning since I don't think either of us were in the mood for another serious and difficult conversation is simply thus," He was about to say something but she carried on. "I've noticed your sleeping pattern is atrocious, ~Yeh you and me also~ “…if you manage more than four hours of sleep every twenty-four I'd be shocked…” ~better not tell you then~ “…This isn't acceptable for a man of your rank, position and responsibilities, and it worries me because I think of you as a friend." "Anyway, I'm very willing to help, listen, whatever, or I'm just as happy for Lieutenant Taxia to handle it, but I think Andrew," "it's time you got help one way or another." Andrew paused. He realised that this was the first time that she had called him by his first name. ~She wants to help you. So let her~ He looked at her and sighed heavily. “Surgeon heal thy self.” He muttered. He paused again knowing that this was going to be painful. Although this was not the first time that he had spoken about this, digging up those deeply hidden memories was not going to be easy. He waited for the feelings to emerge. “The reason why I have not been sleeping is that I suffer from nightmares. Every time that I close my eyes the same nightmare appears.” (reply Kreung) He paused seeing the images in his mind. He felt terror and horror build up inside him. He took a deep breath and calmed himself. “I’m on my parents ship the Storm Chaser we have been hit by a plasma storm. I’m in the corridor and I’m heading for the escape pod as ordered. As I reach the door I hear my mother call out…” He paused for a moment trying to control his voice and stop it from cracking. He could see the red aleart lights flashing and smell the faint whif of burning in the air. ~Tell her. Come on you need to tell her~ “…She is at the far end of the corridor running towards me. The ship rocks and the gravity generators fail. I see a power relay explode. The panel spins down the corridor and hits me. I’m sent floating into the escape pod. As the door slams shut I look through the port hole…” He stopped again. He felt the pain and terror swell up in him as he went over the memories. He squeezed his eyes shut as he forced himself not to break down in front of her. ~You can do it. She wants to help you. She can’t do that if you don’t tell her~ “…I can see a wave of liquid flame as it rushes towards my mother. I scream for her to get out the way but I can’t do anything. I see her writh in agony as she is covered by the flame and then my escape pod automatically launches.” He squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to drive the images from his mind. He took a deep breath as he clamed his voice. “I was picked up four days later by an civilian search and rescue ship.” (reply Kreung) (reply Kreung ,any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Ten forward - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 07:38) "The reason why I have not been sleeping is that I sufferer from nightmares. Every time that I close my eyes the same nightmare appears." ~Oh no.~ Jynea wanted to help her friend, but she had the feeling she was about to bailing a boat with a thimble. She was good as an emotional cheerleader, but as an actual doctor and healer? She was a nurse, not a doctor! She wasn't equipped for this! But.. But.. Andrew was her friend, and *listening* didn't take anything but a caring heart, right? And she cared! She just didn't know if she'd be able to heal and help. She encouraged the doctor (the REAL doctor!) to continue with what was haunting him and listened in sympathy and horror as his tale came out in bits and pieces. Every sentence made Ten Forward seem more and more not the place to have chosen with its cheerful and happy people, but.. she didn't think she'd have gotten anything out of him if she'd cornered him alone. "I was picked up four days later by an civilian search and rescue ship." Jynea took his hands in her's, "Oh Andrew, I'm so sorry." Words completely inadequate at best. (Reply Williams) Jynea chewed on her lip, "This is going to sound kind of stupid but.. Have you ever talked to her?" Jynea looked up at Andrew, "I mean, I know real counsellors would go on about survivor's guilt and all that, but to me, its just like.. your heart never got to say goodbye.. to say all the things that it wanted and needed to say. You were ripped out of the pattern of the weave and you never got to repair it." (Reply Williams) (Reply Williams, any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Ten forward – CMO Williams - 07:41) "Oh Andrew, I'm so sorry." Andrew gave a sad smile. “Thanks Jynea I appreciate it.” "This is going to sound kind of stupid but.. Have you ever talked to her?" "I mean, I know real counsellors would go on about survivor's guilt and all that, but to me, its just like.. your heart never got to say goodbye.. to say all the things that it wanted and needed to say. You were ripped out of the pattern of the weave and you never got to repair it." Andrew paused thinking about what she had said. “Well I think about them. Not as much as I should do. But no I’ve not actually talked to her or dad.” He frowned slightly. “So where you meaning that I just sit down and talk to them as though they were there with me?” (reply Kreung) (reply Kreing, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Ten forward - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 07:43) Andrew gave serious consideration to her words, which gave her a warm fuzzy feeling that maybe she did know what she was doing after all. Anything was possible, after all! "Well I think about them. Not as much as I should do. But no I've not actually talked to her or dad." He frowned slightly. "So where you meaning that I just sit down and talk to them as thought they were there with me?" "Well.." Jynea thought, maintaining the physical contact of their hands since it seemed to comfort Andrew. "I sometimes write letters to people when they've made me angry, and that helps me sort out if its their problem or my problem. Really, I think, you need to talk to your heart and do that through talking to your Mum and Dad. A one-sided monologue?" She gave a one-armed shrug, "Oh I don't know, whatever you think will work for you!" (Reply Williams, any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Ten forward – CMO Williams - 07:45) "Well.." "I sometimes write letters to people When they've made me angry, and that helps me sort out if its their problem or my problem. Really, I think, you need to talk to your heart and do that through talking to your Mum and Dad. A one-sided monologue?" "Oh I don't know, whatever you think will work for you!" He felt the reassuring comfort of Jynea’s hand on his. He felt happy that he had been able to tell Jynea his feeling. He gave her a smile. “I will give that a go.” He paused and then smiled slightly. “Now enough about me problems. How are things with you?” (reply Kreung) (reply Kreung,any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Ten forward - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 07:47) "Now enough about me problems. How are things with you?" "Frustrating." Jynea replied honestly. "I can't talk with Lieutenant Taxia, he seems to want to make me into his second in command and be all that I can be." She rolled her eyes, "I don't want to be some command counsellor on some ship somewhere. I'm not good at that stuff and I see no point in it all. Sitting on a bridge for hours waiting for something that might happens seems awfully boring to me." (Reply Williams) "I got put in charge of making sure everyone takes all their R&R and well.. y'know, the usual suspects aren't cooperating." She sighed and took a bite of her cookie. (Reply Williams, Any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Ten forward - CMO Williams - 07:49) "I don't want to be some command counsellor on some ship somewhere. I'm not good at that stuff and I see no point in it all. Sitting on a bridge for hours waiting for something that might happens seems awfully boring to me." Andrew nodded. "It can be, but think about it this way. You are close to the most influencing and important person on the whole ship. The Captain. Everyone takes their quess from him and you will be the person that he will turn to." He paused "Anyway aren't you doing stuff at the moment?" "I got put in charge of making sure everyone takes all their R&R and well.. y'know, the usual suspects aren't cooperating." Andrew paused for a moment and then gave a slight smile. "Sorry about that. The Usual suspects are very much set in their ways. (reply Kreung) "You know there will be a time where Mr Taxia will not be around and you will have to take charge. What do you feel about that?" (reply Kreung) (reply Kreung, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Ten forward - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 07:51) "Sorry about that. The Usual suspects are very much set in their ways. "Mppf." Jynea replied non-commitedly. "You know there will be a time where Mr Taxia will not be around and you will have to take charge. What do you feel about that?" "Panicked." Jynea replied. "I'm no command counsellor. Just like Doctor Ellis is a general practioner and not a surgeon. Doctors come in all shapes and types, why shouldn't counsellors?" (reply Williams) "Mppff." Jynea repeated as she finished her breakfast cookie. "Here's to Lieutenant Taxia having a long and healthy stay a board the Spectre.. and if not him, then may his replacement show up quickly." (Reply Williams) "Anyway Doctor, since you probably won't leave the ship without being dragged off kicking and screaming.. and you're twice my size! .. Take a shot of hypoxianizine, have twelve hours of dreamless sleep, and call it your R&R and we'll be even." (Reply Williams, any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Ten forward – CMO Williams - 07:54) "I'm no command counsellor. Just like Doctor Ellis is a general practitioner and not a surgeon. Doctors come in all shapes and types, why shouldn't counsellors?" Andrew nodded. “That’s true but, did you not do command training at the academy?” "Mppff." Andrew grinned at that. "Here's to Lieutenant Taxia having a long and healthy stay a board the Spectre.. and if not him, then may his replacement show up quickly." Andrew nodded “I don’t know why you worry you would make a good command counsoler.” "Anyway Doctor, since you probably won't leave the ship without being dragged off kicking and screaming.. and you're twice my size! .. Take a shot of hypoxianizine, have twelve hours of dreamless sleep, and call it your R&R and we'll be even." Andrew grinned. He knew that thought Jynea had said it light heartedly it was not a request. “I thinks that’s fare.” Changing the topic away from his sleeping habits he asked. “So how is fluffy friend doing? Been behaving him self?” (reply Kreung) “How are you feeling after last night. Did you feel better after you hug last night?” (reply Kreung, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Ten forward - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 07:56) Changing the topic away from his sleeping habits he asked. "So how is fluffy friend doing? Been behaving him self?" "Like a toddler." Jynea said with exasperated fondness. "Anything found must be put in the mouth for examination. If purpose can not be distinguished, bash it against something until it breaks, makes a satisfying noise, or both. Oh, and we must never sleep when the food-giver is tired, we must race around and make as much noise as possibly during all naps." (reply Williams) "How are you feeling after last night. Did you feel better after you hug last night?" Jynea smiled, "Oh, no hug, cookie and went to bed. I decided if one ignorant Ensign wants to think I'm a butcher of minds, that's his choice. It'll just make his yearly review all the more interesting, I suppose, for Lieutenant Taxia." Her smile turned into a grin, "Nothing better for one's stress levels than being able to legitimately pass the job!" (Reply Williams, any) (posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Ten forward – CMO Williams - 07:59) "Like a toddler." Jynea said with exasperated fondness. "Anything found must be put in the mouth for examination. If purpose can not be distinguished, bash it against something until it breaks, makes a satisfying noise, or both. Oh, and we must never sleep when the food-giver is tired, we must race around and make as much noise as possibly during all naps." Andrew smiled. “So you’ve got to rabbit proof your quarters then. That must be fun.” He paused before carrying on. "How are you feeling after last night. Did you feel better after you hug last night?" Jynea smiled, "Oh, no hug, cookie and went to bed. I decided if one ignorant Ensign wants to think I'm a butcher of minds, that's his choice. It'll just make his yearly review all the more interesting, I suppose, for Lieutenant Taxia." Her smile turned into a grin, "Nothing better for one's stress levels than being able to legitimately pass the job!" Andrew grinned back. “Lucky for you. I can’t do that. I’m at the top of this medical totem pole.” “So do you have anything interesting to look forward to today?” (reply Kreung) (reply Kreung,any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Ten forward - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 08:00) "So you've got to rabbit proof your quarters then. That must be fun." Jynea rolled her eyes, "And I'm rarely better than half a step ahead of the rabbit. Most of the time I'm two steps behind!" "Lucky for you. I can't do that. I'm at the top of this medical totem pole." "That's what you get for taking all those pesky command courses." Jynea teased. "So do you have anything interesting to look forward to today?" It was like magic, the CMO mentioned her day's schedule and her wrist chronometer beeped a reminder. "I have apparently been dragged into a 'Darts tournament' in the enlisted mess. I'm not sure what it entails, but I organized it so they felt it only fair I learn how to participate. I hope participation doesn't equal another trip to sickbay for our favourite morale officer!" (Reply Williams) "Hope your day is less adventurous" Jynea said standing and gathering mug and napkin for the recycler. "And if you happen to trip over some R&R between now and when next our paths cross, I wouldn't protest." She added with a smile, eyes twinkling. (Reply Williams, any) (posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Ten forward – CMO Williams - 08:04) "I have apparently been dragged into a 'Darts tournament' in the enlisted mess. I'm not sure what it entails, but I organized it so they felt it only fair I learn how to participate. I hope participation doesn't equal another trip to sickbay for our favourite morale officer!" Andrew smiled. “That would not be good. I would rather not have to patch you up like last time.” ~Yeh Douwsy won’t let me forget it either~ "Hope your day is less adventurous" "And if you happen to trip over some R&R between now and when next our paths cross, I wouldn't protest." Andrew grinned back. “I’ll try my best and enjoy your self. I’m not the only one who needs R&R.” As he watched Jynea leave he downed the rest of his caffeine drink. He had enjoyed the breakfast. He hoped that this was not a one off occasion. He then got up, placed his drink in the recycler and headed off back to sickbay. (Reply, Kreung any) (posted by Robbie) (Starbase Geneva - Holo-Café Diem - Ensign Ardena Carrow - 08:15) With holocommunication being all the rage, Ardena wasn't surprised that Geneva had a holocafe. Walk in, tell the host what city or location you'd prefer and you were brought to a booth with holoscreens around it, and poof, you were surrounded by the city of your choice. She could only wonder how often the footage was updated and how much it cost to maintain. No matter how advanced you were, things still cost energy. Suri had surprised her by requesting "Magellan Harbourage, Europa" She wasn't quite sure what the significance of it was, but the background of ocean and water wildlife was certainly soothing. Though, she wasn't quite sure if she'd have imported seagulls if she'd been the early settlers of Jupiter's moon. It was surreal sitting across the table from a woman she'd had all sorts of erotic dreams about but not quite knowing what to talk about. The technician seemed more than able to direct and carry the conversation. Ardena had the feeling she was being a poor companion, being more used to petri dishes than socializing. Ardena decided to order a safe cheese omelette, while Suri ordered oatmeal. Which, at least, gave Ardena something to tease her about, which the younger woman took with good humour. It seemed to be a display of some sort of trust when Suri admitted it was religious that she not eat the products of animals before sundown. Ardena wasn't quite sure that anything coming from a replicator could be considered the product of an animal, or if space stations even had sundowns, but she could respect the challenge of keeping to one's beliefs, even if the beliefs themselves seemed, well.. illogical. On the other hand, plenty of Vulcan mysticisms seemed pretty silly to her. It led to a conversation of faith and the belief systems of Vulcans, Humans, and of all things, Romulans. Ardena actually found herself relaxed and enjoying the company of Suri right up until the charge slip showed up and they both made a grab for it. Oh, sure, Ardena had said she'd make the other woman pay for it, but truth to matter was officers had a lot more energy credit to play around with than enlisted since most enlisted sent their energy credits to their families or for retirement if not both. Suri's hand rested on her's for a few moments and then she squeezed Ardena's with a glance up between her long, thick eyelashes. "I, er, gotta go." Ardena managed, grabbed the slip and didn't quite flee the table. The woman was supposed to be uninterested, dreams were supposed to pop in the sunlight.. now what was she to do?! (reply any) (posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Security Centre - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 08:50) The first day that Alex had arrived upon the Spectre his superior Lieutenant Vasilyovna had left for Geneva before he could meet her. Alex did not believe that one day mattered overly much, though he had been somewhat irked that there was a delay before he could learn his shift and the other vital information. But now it was a new day, and Alex was relatively sure that the Lieutenant must have come back to the ship by now. He walked in and saluted upon seeing her. "Ensign Alex Goldsteen reporting sir," he said with his customary attitude (or lack their of). "I had arrived to the Spectre yesterday, however by the time I arrived you were on Geneva." he said to explain why he had not reported in earlier. He had largely recovered from what happened yesterday, so he was back to seeming less like a robot and more like a Vulcan. (reply Vasilyovna ) (posted by Dan Black) (USS Spectre - Security Centre - TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 08:52) The Chief had a sore head, this of course being the aftermath of a particularly heavy nights drinking on Geneva. It was her own fault of course, she knew that but what the hell, they were docked for christs sake & everyone needed to detach once in a while. Leaning onto the console with both hands, whilst scrutinizing the previous shift reports however did not stop the security centre walls swaying from side to side once in a while as she fought with her growing headache. Very soon, she knew that she would have to go to see Doc Williams, something she dreaded for she knew there would be a lecture about how it was always best to stick to the synth when on shore leave. ~Poppycock!~ Yelena stilled her mind, had she just spoke that or thought it? Looking around at her colleagues told her that it had remained in her head & had not materialized upon her lips. This was good, but something always took it away. "Ensign Alex Goldsteen reporting sir", said a voice from behind. Yelena turned about, a little too fast it would seem as the walls of security shifted unnervingly once again. "Who?", said Vasilyovna quizzically, "Goldsteen?".... Goldsteen, Goldsteen", she added repetitively, "Ah, yes, Ensign Goldsteen", she cried, her expression going quickly from realization to sudden confusion. "Weren't you supposed to report in yesterday?", she added. "I had arrived to the Spectre yesterday, however by the time I arrived you were on Geneva", said the unusually calm security officer as he stood there almost statue like in front of her. Yelena instinctively looked to the mans ears just briefly, she had expected points & yet they were just like hers, rounded. ~Odd~ "I see", said Vasilyovna, "it probably was not your fault, I went ashore myself, our paths likely crossed", she added as she bade the man follow towards her office where she then offered him a seat whilst she looked up his records. Goldsteen took the offered seat & then sat....very still. "Da da, glowing reports, top marks in your class etc etc", said Vasilyovna as she scanned down through the mans starfleet file muttering occasionally to herself as she did so. "This is your first time out yes?", she asked looking up into the mans, unexpressive face. (Reply Goldsteen) "Oh it's fun, you'll see", said Yelena half jokingly & half seriously. The Ensign however gave nothing away at all as to just how he himself had taken that. It was probably just as well. "So, you'll be wanting to get started", said the Chief, "get you assigned to a shift pattern & such", she added noting once again the mans unemotive condition as she spoke. It was almost as if he were indeed Vulcan & that thought prompted her to even wonder if he had gone to the trouble of having surgery or something to correct his ears. Would it have been a correction? Yelena wasn't quite sure, after all, to a Vulcan points were the norm. If Goldsteen had had a sheen to his skin however she would have been forgiven for thinking that he might have been a Mannequin. It was quite uncanny. "Ok....", said Yelena, "we are currently running a four shift pattern on board, six to twelve, twelve to six etc etc...", she added, "this could change depending upon mission parameters & such & sometimes, even at the Captains discretion", said the Chief as she touched the PADD with her fingertip once or twice to begin slotting the new Ensign into the rota. "As we are on shore leave, all shifts are currently open & available", said Yelena as she settled back into her seat awaiting his reply. (Reply Goldsteen) "What I'm saying Ensign is that you can take your pick, whichever shift you wish to begin with is where you will be", said Vasilyovna, the ache in her head beginning to take over once again. (Reply Goldsteen) "Fine with me, so be it", said Yelena as she stood from her chair & then formally welcomed the new Ensign aboard. "No doubt you have heard this already from the CO & such but it's my job to do it also", said Yelena extending her hand towards the stone cold man standing before her. "Welcome aboard the Spectre Ensign", she added. (Reply Goldsteen) Yelena then dismissed the man & headed out to see the witch Doctor for some herbs, hoping as she did so that the new recruit would warm up sometime soon.... (Reply Goldsteen, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Security Centre - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 08:53) "Da da, glowing reports, top marks in your class etc etc", said Vasilyovna as she scanned down through the mans starfleet file muttering occasionally to herself as she did so. "This is your first time out yes?", she asked looking up into the mans, unexpressive face. "Yes sir," Alex answered evenly. ~Strange, I thought my file would tell her everything about my starfleet record.~ "Oh it's fun, you'll see", said Yelena half jokingly & half seriously. ~I suspect that we have different views on what qualifies as fun.~ "So, you'll be wanting to get started", said the Chief, "get you assigned to a shift pattern & such", she added noting once again the mans unemotive condition as she spoke. "Ok....", said Yelena, "we are currently running a four shift pattern on board, six to twelve, twelve to six etc etc...", she added, "this could change depending upon mission parameters & such & sometimes, even at the Captains discretion", said the Chief as she touched the PADD with her fingertip once or twice to begin slotting the new Ensign into the rota. "As we are on shore leave, all shifts are currently open & available", said Yelena as she settled back into her seat awaiting his reply. "So what shift will I be assigned to?" Alex asked. "What I'm saying Ensign is that you can take your pick, whichever shift you wish to begin with is where you will be", said Vasilyovna. "I will take twelve to six then," Alex answered instantly. He did not truly have a preference, so he simply went with the last time that his superior said. "Fine with me, so be it", said Vasilyovna as she stood from her chair & then formally welcomed the new Ensign aboard. "No doubt you have heard this already from the CO & such but it's my job to do it also", said Vasilyovna extending her hand towards Alex "Welcome aboard the Spectre Ensign", she added. Alex took her hand and gave it one precise shake. "Thank you sir," he said, and then left as he was dismissed. He had a few hours before his shift started, now he just had to decide what he would do with them. (Reply Any) (Posted by Dan Black) (Starbase Geneva - Holo-Café Diem - PO2 Suri Rapeet - 09:05) ~Well. Crap.~ Was pretty much all Suri could think. She could have sworn Ardena was sending out all the signals of 'interested' and Suri had been pretty darn sure that the scientist wasn't going to make the first move, so she'd decided to when chance had presented itself. Had she read the woman wrong? She didn't think so. Grinding her teeth, she hadn't even managed to show her worth by paying for the breakfast at the fancy café. Suri stood and walked out, trying to not let the curious glances of the staff get to her. ~Yeah, its every day I send beautiful blonde women running.~ She sat down on a bench that was probably some space station designer's idea of a miniature park. Really, it made one think the person in question had never set foot on a planet. She was from a desert and even she could do better. ~It’s a good thing I'm not in a pissy mood.~ she told herself wryly after realizing she was glaring at innocent bystanders. ~You'd think the woman had never been hit on before!~ Suri thought, regaining her humour. ~Wait.. What do I know of her past relationships?~ It was a good question to ask herself. Suri had managed to weasel out most of Ardena's past, or at least, the high points. She'd had a handful of relationships in school, the fiancé who left her.. Hmm, and yet, NONE of them were spoken of with anything more than fondness. Was it possible that Ms Carrow's heart had never been seriously involved? ~Oh, watch the ego!~ she chided herself. But, still.. There had been heat in Ardena's eyes and body language. So, maybe not heart, but maybe a degree of passion the scientist, aloof and antisocial wasn't used to. Perhaps even, frightened of? Suri found the whole situation frustrating. She didn't mind a bit of pursuit, but really, she was used to being the chased, not the hunter.. and even the few times she did say "Come up and see me some time!" the would be lover at least met her halfway! Was Doctor, Ensign, Ardena Carrow worth the time, effort and frustration? Unfortunately, it seemed so. Suri found the woman's mind interesting to see in action, she was brilliant in her chosen field, as beautiful in mind as body.. And those eyes, Suri knew she could happily get lost in them for an eternity or sixteen. Yes, definitely a lot of heat and passion on her part, but a desire for a great deal more. The question of the day, however, seemed to be.. how the hell did she go after it? (Reply any, none) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - OPS conference room - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 10:00) Calvin's first meeting as an OPS officer on the Spectre went over well. The shift leader introduced him to the rest of the ops crew shift at the time. Calvin was asked to tell everyone a little bit about himself. From the looks of the faces from most of the other ops officers it seemed that they were confused about Calvin's rank. The Lt Cmdr just let it go. It wasn't going to bother him. After the 'get to know everyone' meeting the shift leader went right down to business. He went over a list that seemed would never end, but when he did Calvin was surprised to hear that he was placed in charge of a small 4 person team to maintenance Holodeck 1. The work was estimated to take 1 hour and then the team could go to lunch. Calvin wondered now what he was doing there. (Reply None) (Posted by Calvin) (USS Spectre - Holodeck 1 - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 10:15) Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps, Ensign Delk (ferengi), Crewman Bellow (human), and PO3 Coleman (human) walked into Holodeck 1 all carrying gray cases in each hand. Each case contained an assortment of engineering tools along with OPS tools that were going to be used during the maintenance routine. Calvin stepped into the middle of the room, sat the cases down on either side of him, and then turned to look at the other men inside the room with him. "This is suppose to take an hour, but I think we can do it in less time. If so then we can enjoy our lunch a little early. Lets go ahead and split up into two groups. PO Coleman you are with me. Ensign Delk and Crewman Bellow you are together." PO Coleman stepped away from his position and moved over to where Calvin was standing. "We will start on the image converters, you two start on the inverse stabilizers of the projectors." Ensign Delk and Crewman Bellow both responded with a 'yes sir' and then they went to work on the right side of the holodeck. Calvin and Coleman started on the left side of the Holodeck. It was understood that they each would work in a clockwise order until the task was done. The inverse stabilizers would take a little longer than the image converters so they didn't think they would run into any problems. Calvin picked up his two cases and then moved over to the first panel. Calvin bent down and then had a seat on the floor. Both cases now lying on the floor he opened the one on his right. He took out a tool that resembled a long thick pencil. He brought it up to the panel and pushed in a small button that turned the instrument on. It began to lift the edges of the panel out of the wall. 30 seconds later Calvin had worked on one full side with the pencil shaped tool. PO3 Coleman grabbed the one side with both hands and began to pull as Calvin continued to remove the panel. 1 minute later the entire panel finally came off of the wall. Behind it was a number of wires, fiber optics, rotors, and pathways of equipment that makes a holodeck work properly. "So.." Coleman began to speak while working on one of the lines, "where are you originally from?" (reply any) (posted by Calvin) (Starbase Geneva - Exotic Companions Pet Shoppe - Ensign S'rrep - 11:07) "You're serious? A kitten?" asked the clerk. "Buddy, this isn't a dating service, y'know." The unpleasant Bajoran leered at S'rrep, insinuating something the Caitian really didn't appreciate. "I am sserrrrious. By 'kitten,' I was rrrrreferrrrrring to a young Terrrrrrran cat. Feliss domesticussss," he explained, his patience waning. He put his hands behind his back to hide the fact that his claws had come out of their sheaths involuntarily. How dare he suggest such a thing? "You're already a cat. You don't need another one," the clerk replied. It almost seemed like he wanted to drive his customer away with an attitude like that. A part of S'rrep's mind wanted to ask him why that was, but this was not the time. Right now he needed to find out if this place could sell him a kitten and, if possible, return the insult that had just been dealt him. "I don't need a pet, no, but I came in herrrre hoping to find one neverzelessss. Do you, or do you not, have any kittens?" In his anger, the Caitian accent crept into his speech with a vengeance. It would not be surprising if this ill-tempered Bajoran made a snide comment about that either. ~And if he does I will leave.~ To S'rrep's surprise, the shopkeeper's response was not another rude comment, but to turn around and disappear into the back, a bemused expression on his face. "Stay there. I'll be back," he barked from behind the closed door. S'rrep did as the man said, mostly because he was interested in seeing what was going on. The store had exotic creatures on display, most of which S'rrep could not readily identify. That one on the left looked like it was flora rather than fauna. Upon closer inspection, it appeared that it was neither, a fanciful construct made for some type of reptilian to crawl over. He looked over cages and terrestriums and aquariums, trying to identify as many things as he could. The thing in the terrestrium in the corner looked suspiciously like a Ceti eel. He edged away from it. ~Eew.~ The shopkeeper returned with a kennel full of something--or rather, somethings--mewling and purring and generally making a lot of noise doing whatever it was they were doing. They definitely sounded like kittens, The Bajoran opened the kennel door to reveal that they were, indeed, actual kittens. There were four of them, all rolling about in the insane manner of all young animals throughout all time and space. Each had a different coloration: the one that insisted on climbing on top of its sibling was a ginger color, banded with lighter stripes; the one the ginger kitten was scaling was a smokey grey with wide blue eyes; sniffing intently at everything in sight was a calico; and finally, staring directly at him, a black kitten with huge amber eyes, looking quite interested in the much larger Caitian looking back at it. That was the one he wanted, the little black one. "How much for this one?" he asked, picking it up as he asked. It sniffed the hand holding before attempting to climb up S'rrep's shirt. He was so enamored with the little beast that he didn't pay attention to how much he was shelling out, although he was sure it was far more than he should have paid for all four kittens. The clerk added on all the necessary accouterments, made a snide comment about not having to worry about her shredding the furniture as it was probably in a horrible state already, and the deal was done. More than pleased with his purchase, S'rrep took his kitten at it's belongings immediately back to his quarters. Now all he had to do was find a name for it. "Arrre you a shee orrra hee?" he purred to the kitten. It looked up at him unblinkingly, answering with a single "mrrf?" It turned out that this meant "she," he disovered. As for a name, well, he didn't know her that well yet. If kits took a year to get a name, his kitten could wait a few days for them to become acquainted. (reply none) (Posted by Siobhan) (USS Spectre - Umbilical Cord 2 - Crewman Tk'kit - 11:20) "Good hunting?" Tk'kit asked her fellow Caitan as she saw him coming down the tube with something furry in his hands. She was standing duty alone at the moment as her marine partner had gone to take a leek. Why he had the need to steal a vegetable was beyond her understanding of humans, but she found it best to humour the garbage eaters. (Reply S'rrep) Tk'kit turned to look, tail twitching in amusement as she leaned into sniff the kitten and give it a lick on the forehead. "An interesting choice of housemate, Ensign." She teased the engineer. Humans had pet monkeys, she supposed it wasn't odd for a Caitan to have a pet cat, but she preferred Milayaks herself. A cross between a human hyena, a racoon and a lizard, they didn't demand constant attention and entertained with their hunting skills. (Reply S'rrep) "Have you named the hunter yet?" She asked. She was tempted to give S'rrep's ear an affectionate swipe, but Starfleeters disdained contact between their 'enlisted' and their 'officers.' Ah well, she was sure S'rrep could read her body language and know she was making a friendly overture anyway. Her mother always told her her tail gave her away. (Reply S'rrep, any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Umbilical Cord 2 - Ensign S'rrep - 11:21) There were normal Caitians and there were the odd ones, the ones that didn't quite fit in as in any other race. S'rrep was very much aware that he was one of the odd ones. To begin with, he was fascinated by plants, not something very well understood in a predominantly carnivorous society. He also knew he wasn't really a handsome Caitian either, and he'd always been awkward around females. Being shy in general didn't help matters much. He'd become an ensign by accident, so far as he could tell. And now he was being confronted by a female, a lovely female, and him carrying around a kitten like the moron he was. "Good hunting?" she purred at him. He averted his gaze, looked at the sleeping black kitten he was carrying. "I-I think so. I--she's...uerrr," he answered. This was why he liked plants; he didn't have to try to converse with them, so he didn't look like quite a fool around them. Were he human, he would have been blushing. As it was, his tail and ears were completely revealing his embarrassment to Tk'kit. "I met someone's cat, and I...wanted one of my own." "An interesting choice of housemate, Ensign." Tk'kit was probably trying not to laugh at him. He didn't blame her. "Y-yes. I..." he trailed off, unable to think of a response. "It...felt like a good idea at the time," he explained lamely. "Have you named the hunter yet?" Tk'kit asked. Everything about her suggested she was going to die laughing the moment he was out of earshot. Her tail, her ears, the tone of her voice...he must look like the biggest idiot of the crew to her if that's how she felt. Mortified, he contemplated running away, hiding in his quarters and never coming out, but that really wasn't a good solution. No, better to just bear with it, get it done with and hide afterwards. He tried to force his ears up, but it didn't work terribly well. "No, I don't know her yet. I-I-I-we wait a year until we know a kit's personality, so I thought I'd wait a few days." It sounded to him as though he was asking her permission, not stating a fact. ~What is wrong with me? It's just polite conversation. She's not...it's not that time, or that kind of conversation.~ The kitten chose this moment to return to full wakefulness. She apparently wanted to explore, but this required moving, something she was not prepared to do. The tiny creature settled for pushing herself up on her front legs and sniffing intently at everything around her. Considering where she was, most of what she smelled was large cat-thing and different large cat-thing. Confused, she mewed in consternation, demanding that the world return to the way it was supposed to be. "You'rrrre fine, I'm herrrre," he crooned, momentarily forgetting he was in company. A second mew and a glance at Tk'kit brought him back to reality. She was going to laugh, he could tell. It wasn't as if she was trying to hide it, either. Her tail was twitching, and she was definitely smiling. (reply Tk'kit) "Uhrrrr, no. I don't think so." (Reply Tk'kit, any) (Posted by Siobhan) (USS Spectre - Umbilical Cord 2 - Crewman Tk'kit - 11:23) "You'rrrre fine, I'm herrrre," S'rrep crooned to the little cat. Tk'kit had the reaction of females universal. ~Awww...~ "Purrhaps she is hungry?" Tk'kit asked. "Uhrrrr, no. I don't think so." ~Protocol and regulations be damned.~ Tk'kit leaned forward and gave S'rrep a swipe of her tongue along the forehead, just like an older sister would do to their unsure sibling. "Relackks Ensign, I don't eat scientists, they are too chewwy." She let her native accent creep in to reassure the other Caitian. (Reply S'rrep, any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - S'rrep's Personal Quarters - The kitten - 12:07) This was not home, because home had friends her size to play with and keep her warm when she went to sleep. This place was big, and lonely. There was another creature, and he smelled sort of like a cat, but he was big and wasn't one of her friends, so she wasn't that enthralled with him. However, he was warm, and his tail was quite interesting. It would would make a wonderful toy, especially if it swung back and forth like it was doing now. She pulled herself down, making herself as small as possible. Her tiny hind legs tensed, ready to launch her at her target, and she tried to stay as still as possible. Apart from the rather undignified tip of her tongue hanging out of her mouth in anticipation and the switching of her own tail, she did a rather good job of it, at least in her opinion. Now all she needed was the perfect opportunity to pounce on that swinging temptation. The moment came, and she sprang forward. Too late, she realized she had misjudged the leap and came down sprawled out in a quite undignified manner. Quickly, in case the large cattish thing noticed, she pulled herself into a more comfortable position and licked herself unconcernedly, as though this had been her plan all along. "Verrrry nice, little one," rumbled the big one. She didn't understand a word, but it sounded like purring, the Purr of Amusement. She questioned it with a single mew, pretending innocence, then returned the purr as loudly as she could. This was no mean feat; she had been the loudest purrer by far back with the other three kittens, something she had been rightfully proud of and had flaunted whenever she could. Now that she had done that, though, she was ready to explore her new surroundings. There was a large soft thing that resembled a potty box turned upside down. It was much nicer than the potty box, and much bigger too. It would be a wonderful place to play, and when she grew tired, she could curl up quite comfortably on it. Unable to save this adventure for later, she bunched herself up next to the shorter end of the box, jumped as high as she could, and stuck her claws in to the yielding stuff of the big box. It was fun climbing to the top, something she would definitely do again. The stuff slid down a little in an entertaining manner, making the climb a little longer than she had anticipated, but still worth the effort. Now happily on top of the soft upside down box, she surveyed the rest of her surroundings. There was so much to explore! But before that, she had to finish her inspection of this box thing. It was squishy, and soft, and comfortable up here. She also discovered that if she unsheathed her claws and tugged at the material beneath her paws, she could make wrinkles and a satisfyingly loud noise as she pulled free. She played this game for a few seconds, but soon found herself floating above the soft box, the big cattish thing's paws cradling her. She cried out in protest, squirmed and kicked to get away, but he understood as little of her speaking as she did his. He put her down in a much smaller version of the box, this one facing the right way and filled with her own pully-uppy material. She purred as loudly as she could in approval. With a start, she realized she was tired. Exploring was exhausting work. She would have to sleep if she wanted to go again. And maybe eat, if she could find anything yummy. Maybe those green growing things around the place. They smelled almost alive, but definitely looked like toys, and that meant she was interested in them be they edible or not, but it would be extra good if they were. With that thought in mind, she curled up into a ball, making a mess of the pully-uppy material in the process, and went to sleep. (reply none) (posted by Siobhan) (USS Spectre – Corridor – Corporal Houseman - 12:09) His feet hit the floor in a steady pace. He increased the distance with every step. He felt his muscles begin to ache as he sped up pushing his legs faster and faster. He needed to push himself harder and faster. He saw movement up ahead of him. He slowed down to a walk as he saw an ensign coming towards him. He took his drinks bottle from his hip and drank deeply. He nodded as the ensign give him a wide berth. He grinned to himself. ~Must be a bit of a sight~ He realised that the front of his shirt was soaked through with sweat and that there was a faint odour emanating from him. ~Ah Well. No time to hang around~ He fastened the bottle and then set off at a fast run. He had a few more miles to cover before he finished his run. (reply, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Deck Three - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 14:05) Jynea squared her shoulders as she waited for the Captain to come out with his guest. A bit of detective work and a bit of guess work had led her here. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute, and she was suddenly very glad Orions didn't sweat as part of their panic system. Lieutenant Taxia had left the ship in her care, she was acting Chief Counsellor while he was away, and as scary as that was unto itself, this was very much scarier. She had a duty to do, and the Captain hadn't taken shoreleave. He hadn't scheduled shoreleave. And while a guest a board ship was a mental break, it wasn't getting out of the work environment and taking a real break. So it was her job, her duty, to get the Captain off the ship. Which, for an unambitious, shy, and quiet counsellor was a very big and very scary task. She wasn't particularly surprised to see T'Vhor's guest was a second Captain. Who else would Captains get to socialize with? Star Fleet was all worried that friendships couldn't be left aside when the uniform came on, which Jynea thought more than a little silly. Just because someone was friend or lover, didn't mean they weren't also your superior or junior. Humans, designers of Star Fleet, she found, had issues with some of the silliest things. Well, it was good to see the stoic captain socializing. She'd just have to give him a firm nudge. "Good Afternoon Captain, Captain." She gave a curtsy since her hands were full of PADDs. "I do so apologize for this interruption -" She was doing her best to act like scatterbrained junior officer, rather than terrified counsellor who was up to something, she hoped T'Vhor was suitably distracted by the very pretty officer with him. "- With the first officer on shoreleave, I need command approval.." she continued to babble, hoping nonsense would distract even the most logical mind who was hopefully impatient with the interruption and wanting to get on with business at hand. (Reply T'Vhor / Rivers :) "If you could just approve this orders for me, please sir?" She handed the PADD over to her Captain, very proud her hand only shook a little, and hopefully that would just be taken for nervous new officer near high ranking officers. NRPG : The orders are that if anyone who hasn't taken shoreleave by 1800 be ordered off the ship for four hours, at counsellor discretion. Don't know if T'Vhor would see right through her or not (probably!) but I'm counting he's too polite to challenge her in front of company :D Anyway - assuming Command approval, as its for the good of his ship ;) RPG : "Thank you sir!" Jynea said with open and honest relief, "It was an honour meeting you, Captain." She said gave another curtsy, "I hope you enjoy your dinner on Geneva, sir." She said to T'Vhor and quickly turned to hopefully make a quick get away. (Reply T'Vhor / Rivers :) (USS Spectre - Deck Three Coridoor - Captain T'Vhor - 14:07) "....we took a lot of damage, at one point our prospects of making it to Starbase were not looking good", said the Spectre's CO just as Ensign Kreung, the Morale Officer rounded the corner looking as though she had just spotted a rare animal of some kind. ~Curious~ thought the Captain whilst his guest smiled a pleasant smile in the Ensign's direction. "Good Afternoon Captain, Captain.", said Kreung performing some strange, ungainly movement with her lower half as she spoke. "Can I help you Ensign?", said T'Vhor wondering now why the Morale Officer hadn't just moved on & then becoming even more confused at her sudden request for command approval, without actually saying what it was that she needed approving. The Captain quirked his head to the accompaniment of a slight raise of an eyebrow. "Approval Ensign Kreung, what exactly is it you require approving?", he asked. Kreung smiled awkwardly & then handed the Captain one of the PADDS she had carried with her. "If you could just approve this order for me, please sir?", said the Morale Officer as she stood patiently by & waited as he began scanning the order in question. "My apologies Captain Rivers, I'm sure this will not take long", said the Captain as he continued to read on, the reality of exactly what the Ensign was bringing his attention to, suddenly begining to sink in. "I see", said Captain T'Vhor as he regarded the now smiling Ensign with what could only be described as a knowing look. It was quite clear of course that she was implying that he too was included in those orders, & since her jurisdiction regarding such things rated above his own regardless of his rank, he knew this was not something he could argue with & he knew that she knew that also. "Consider the order approved Ensign Kreung, make sure all crew abide by the ruling immediately", said the Captain, "now, if you'll excuse me, I have something to attend to", he added. "Thank you sir", said Ensign Kreung, that smile once again appearing upon her face as she spoke, "It was an honour meeting you, Captain." She added with yet another strange & ungainly movement of her lower body, "I hope you enjoy your dinner on Geneva, sir." The Ensign then marched off, apparently satisfied now with the result she had just obtained. ~Dinner, Geneva?.....Was that another suggestion that I abide with this today~ thought the CO as both he & Captain Rivers continued on & entered the turbolift en route to the bridge. (Reply Any, None) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre – Holodeck 3 – Nurse Douwsy - 14:15) She stood in the centre of the circle. She smelt the sweet smell of the fires that drifted faintly in the air. It was mixed with the stronger smell of alcohol and sweat of the mass of warm bodies. She could hear the low muttering of voices in the dark resesses out side the circle. She wore a small top and a thin flowing skirt which was designed to show off her body and she could feel the hungry stares from the assembled audience. The canvas roof flicked and snapped in the breeze that moved over its surface. She heard the air whistle in through the open flaps that was the only door into the circle. The hairs on the back of her legs and arms stood on end as the lightly kissing touch of the warm air swept across her bare back. She felt the cool sand under her feet inbetween her toes. Suddenly a note sounded. It cut across the circle covering the ambient noise like a soft blanket. Her muscles tensed and her mind focused on the note. She moved her body in one fluid movement. ~Now it begins~ The music came from two figures sitting on the opposite side of the circle to her. They were both old men who had been playing long before she was born. One had a long string instrument which was being plucked delicately by one of the old man. The other was sitting with a drum which he began to play. Nothing mattered except the music. As the music stared she let it fill her mind and infuse her body. She began to move. Her movements were so precise and fluid that she did not have to think about them, they just happened. She had been practicing these movements since she was a child and as her body moved lightly around the circle her mind drifted. She thought about her mother who had first taught her the dances. The long hours of practice until she could perform every one from muscle memory alone. She thought about the first time that she had to dance in front of her master. The mixture of pride and disgust that she felt when he had proclaimed that she was his best slave dancer. The music increased tempo & her body obeyed. Her movements became faster and wilder. Her master who had been kind at first had over time turned cruel and beaten her within an inch of her life on numerous occasions. The music rose to a fever pitch and her body followed. The music stopped and her body stopped in a kneel with her knee slammed into the cool sand. Her arms stretched out in front of her. She slowly stood up. She felt her heart slamming into her chest and she breathed in deeply sucking in as much nourishing air as she could. She stood tall and looked into the darkness that surrounded the circle. ~I am not yours any longer~ (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor & Captain Susan Rivers - 14:15) It was with the usual, silent efficiency that the turbolift doors opened up onto the Spectre's bridge & the two Captains stepped purposefully out. Captain Rivers had stopped momentarily upon exit, her gaze falling upon each of the bridge stations one by one as she glanced about, a look of reminiscence in her eye as she stood, hands clasped firmly behind her back. "Not quite what your used to these days I'm sure Captain", said T'Vhor as he moved to her side & then glanced towards science one, the two maintenance engineers previously noted, still neck & waist deep respectively in the guts of the console access panel as he did so. Susan smiled. "On the contrary, Captain, this bears a strong resemblance to the Champlain's bridge at the moment. We're undergoing repairs and having a TIHS system installed too. It is a little smaller than the Champlain's bridge though; odd how you forget over time," she added, looking around her appreciatively. The Spectre's bridge module of course, lacked the spaciousness of the Galaxy class variants that the Captain now had the privilege of commanding, & the differences seemed clear to her now as T'Vhor accepted her obvious need to simply soak up the atmosphere, all over again. Needless to say, the Black Ops ships were a lot more utilitarian in their design for starters & their colour scheme, a little more heavy on the metallic grey than that of the more luxurious Champlain. Other than that though, she shared the same technical specifications otherwise seen on every other vessel of the 52nd, with a few 'specialized' additions of course. For a moment though, Captain T'Vhor simply allowed his guest to walk uninterrupted wherever she decided to & he was hardly surprised to see her gravitate towards the FO position she had once occupied, her hand reaching down almost tentatively to touch the upholstered surface upon reaching it, as though seeking some tactile connection with her past. "You must have many memories of this bridge Captain", said T'Vhor, "hopefully they are mostly good ones". Susan smiled wryly. "Some good, some bad," she admitted. "But I missed her when we went to the Athene. You know Remae commanded the Athene for a while? And the Nimitz too. But his heart was always here, with the Spectre I think." The Captain nodded appropriately as Captain Rivers moved off & then continued her tour of the bridge, nostalgia evidently creeping in once in a while as she did so. As she walked around the Bridge, memories came flooding back. Memories of hiding the ship over the polar region of a planet to avoid discovery by the Cardassians hunting her, badly damaged and unable to cloak. Wondering where Remae was and how he was faring off on Cardassia. Waiting for help to arrive and hoping it got there before the Cardassians found them. Steve Zintel, sick and eventually dying in Sickbay, rotting away from the inside with nothing the medical staff could do to help him... But then again there was also the memories of T'rak, the Klingon officer on temporary assignment to Starfleet as part of an exchange program, threatening to choke the life out of her TAC/SC for some perceived insult to Susan, the XO and (at the time) acting CO. She couldn't even remember now what it was that he thought Shaina had done. She'd been too angry, then, herself, over her forced transfer from Aragorn's command - that, and the way Aragorn had tricked her into leaving the Nimitz before the battle at 968. Once here, too, the other officers had not accepted her replacing their former XO easily. But in the end even Jerok Novia had come around and together they'd forged a team that had withstood what had felt like the combined efforts of the Cardassian fleet to take them down, until help eventually arrived. And it was here.. right here, she suddenly realised as she walked past the tactical console, that Shaina had come up with the suggestion that since the sensors were down they would use a pair of old binoculars she'd found to watch for the Cardassians from the Observation Lounge. She'd been very dubious and in the end they hadn't needed to, of course. But she wondered sometimes if they *had* needed to, whether it would really have made any difference. Given them enough time to prepare for... what? Total destruction? Capture and torture? She doubted it. She'd have destroyed the ship before letting the Cardies get their grey-hued hands on her. ~I wonder where Shaina is now,~ she thought suddenly. ~And Jerok. And T'rak - well, he's probably back with the Klingon fleet by now. At least I know where Remae is. But not too many others from the past...~ With an effort she shook off the gloomy feelings. She hadn't expected a visit to a ship she had loved, despite some of the things that had happened there, to make her so reflective. "You said something about lunch, Captain T'Vhor?" she asked. "And then maybe you would give me a quick tour, show me some of the modifications that have been made?" "Of course", said Captain T'Vhor, I have, as I say, arranged refreshments in the senior officers mess, some of the department heads are still on board, some which you may know", he added as he led the way back towards the turbolift from whence they had arrived. "And tell me, how do you like the phase cloak?", said Captain Rivers, "I confess I never really felt comfortable with it!" The Vulcan hybrid gave what could only be described as a 'half smile' at the comment, if he were indeed asked about it, he would have surely put it down to his Betazoid half intruding, rather than compromise his Vulcan sense of unemotional logic. "Much improved since your own tour of duty Captain, there were a number of....", Said the Captain, trailing off mid sentence now as he attempted to chose a suitable descriptor. "....incongruities, that have now been ironed out, the phased cloak has been an asset that has saved us on more than one occasion", he added, extending his hand towards the turbolift entrance so as to allow his guest to enter first. "Deck Two please", said T'Vhor upon entering & the lift was once again on it's way. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan Reading & Liz Geuken) (USS Spectre - Senior Officers Mess - Captain T'Vhor & Captain Susan Rivers - 14:30) Within the mess hall, a table had been set up with a number of delicacies which the Captain assumed would appeal to a Bajoran sense of taste, there was the ubiquitous Moba fruit dishes of course along with one or two Hasperat creations that the ships cook had arranged especially, along with some common Earth type foods, just in case the Champlain's Captain had a tendency to favour her Human side in regards her food preferences. As for the Captain himself, he chose to partake in a bowl of Vulcan Shur t'plomik along with a few small buttered rolls of Kreila, which he took to a table near to one of the viewing ports. Captain Rivers followed likewise & took a seat opposite him once she had made her own choice from the table. Looking out through the viewing port as he sat, the interior of Geneva could be seen quite clearly now, it's central hub ablaze with a myriad glowing lights that symbolized the facilities within & the thousands of personnel that dwelled beyond each one of them. Occasionally, a small work bee or EVA equipped Engineer could be seen gliding past as they attended the repair & maintenance functions that had been assigned them. At one time in fact, he could have sworn he had seen one of those Engineers actually waving directly at them, Whether Captain Rivers had seen it or not though, the Captain could not be sure as she tucked into her lunch with relish. Placing his soup spoon into the bowl in front of him, the Captain cleared his throat momentarily, then he glanced across the table towards his guest, a question clearly forming in his mind. "I was wondering Captain Rivers, Would you mind if I asked you a personal question?", said T'Vhor hoping that the Captain would not feel that to be too forward of him. "Of course," Susan said, looking up from the Hasperat that she was enjoying with a slightly guilty sense of pleasure. "Forgive me for asking, but I was wondering if you had ever fought with the Bajoran resistance", said Captain T'Vhor, "you appear somewhat familiar but I know the familiarity does not stem from within Starfleet?", he added. Susan shook her head. "No, I was brought up largely on Earth with my aunt and my grandmother," she said. "Then perhaps a relative?", said the Captain as he lifted a Kreila roll from his plate, dipped it into his Shur t'plomik & then took a bite. "I never forget a face & am not often wrong when I detect a resemblance, kin or otherwise", he added, hoping once again that that did not sound too presumptuous or over opinionated. Susan smiled suddenly. "Very possibly my brother Marc," she said. "Although he's ten years older than me we're considered very alike - we both take after our father. You may have come across him also - Thomas Rivers? But he was human, so I guess it must be Marc you're remembering." ~A Brother, I assumed correctly then~ thought T'Vhor as Captain Rivers then went on to give a brief rundown on just what her older sibling had been up to recently. Clearly she did not want to go into too much detail of course, but it soon became clear that the Spectre's CO had actually fought with Marcus on more than one occasion, although he had not used the surname of his younger sister at the time. "Your brother is a valiant & brave fighter", said T'Vhor, "I remember one time when we ambushed a Cardassian convoy carrying troops to the Lunar V Base on Jeraddo", said the Captain, "it was a completely illogical act if I say so myself, but the act paid off & we interrupted Cardassian strategy for an entire six weeks", he added. Susan grinned wryly. "Marc's a hothead, like our father. And I guess like me too. But he has the devil's own luck. And I think I remember hearing about that incident on one of my trips home - Pa gave him hell about it, for endangering the rest of you," she added with a reminiscent smile. "But Mother mentioned a few of the things she and Pa had got up to in the past and he dropped it." She looked at T'Vhor with interest. "So, T'Vhor - you don't mind me calling you that I hope? - if you don't mind my asking, how did you end up fighting alongside the Maquis?" "Not at all, what is a Captain between Captain's", said T'Vhor amicably, "if it pleases you then I shall call you by your given name also", he added as the Champlain's CO nodded her assent accordingly. "As for my involvement with the Maquis Susan", began T'Vhor, "it really started when I was a young man living on Bajor with my mother. As you know, the Cardassians believe in regimes built upon brutality..", he added, his voice trailing off now to a somewhat painful memory involving his Betazoid mother. His mother of course had been murdered by a Gul during a raid on their village, T'Vhor had already been active with the resistance for some time by then of course but the reality of coming home to find her dead on the floor of their dwelling, had unhinged the young Vulcan half breed more than he might care to admit. As a direct result of this, T'Vhor had taken the rather 'un-vulcan' like action of single handedly destroying a Cardassian Garrison in an impromptu attack that had not been sanctioned by the Maquis central command. Officially, it had earned him no points from the hierarchically driven Maquis, nor had it boosted his credibility. Unofficially however, the soon to be Captain of the Spectre had gone down as somewhat a hero whether he wished that to be the case, or not. Whilst relaying all of this to Captain Rivers here & now though, it was clear that it was not something that he felt particularly proud of. Since that time he had chosen to embrace the virtues of his patriarchal side & Vulcan's did not kill out of anger alone. It was indeed 'Illogical'... Captain Rivers had listened to his reply, then smiled. "It seems we have more in common than the Spectre, T'Vhor." "It would appear so", said T'Vhor as he continued briefly to ponder past events, both painful & otherwise. "But less of this Susan, please, enjoy your visit with us & let's not let all this talk of conflict spoil your visit", said T'Vhor, "there will be enough of that in the coming months I fear. If indeed the rumours filtering through command are to be believed", he added. Susan nodded & took a deep breath. It was true of course, the word was of one, final all out mass assault to retake Sector Zero One at ALL cost. Ships & crews would inevitably be lost, perhaps even their own. It was certainly a sobering thought that this might quite possibly be the last time either of them saw the other alive, & it certainly didn't take a Betazoid mind to know that each of them had just felt that. It was not a good thought by any standards but as the two Captain's resumed their eating, it was clear that a friendship had just been formed. There were indeed common similarities in both of their backgrounds, but regardless of the pain & the angst that they had both experienced in their pasts, there was hope for the future still. Retribution, as someone once said, invariably takes many forms & god willing, they would both survive the coming storm to spend a little time sharing a meal again. Perhaps this time though, it would be on the Champlain..... (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Liz Geuken & Alan Reading) (USS Spectre – Sickbay - CMO Williams - 18:05) =^= Bridge to Dr Williams=^= Andrew looked up from his desk. Which contained bits of tricorder scattered across it. “Dr Williams here. What can I do for you?” =^= You have a message relayed from Geneva. It contains a holographic subroutine.” Andrew frowned for a moment. ~Holographic~ “Um, please pass it through to me.” Andrew saw a small matrix appear beside him on the desk. It pulsed and flashed as the holographic emitters formed its shape. The shape came into focus and the image of a woman appeared on his desk top. She was 30cm tall with short hair and was wearing a jumpsuit. She put her hands on her hips and looked at him. “Hallo Andrew how are you?” Andrew stared at the woman. A lot of memories flooded back as he looked at her. She had been the first face he had seen after being trapped for four days in the escape pod. She was the artificial intelligence of the SS Hepburn. The starship which had found his escape pod. ~What the hell~ “Are you just going to stare at me or do you actually talk to old friends?” ~Ow my. Its her, its Coleridge ~ “Hallo Coleridge. How on earth are you?” Coleridge smiled and sat down on one of the tricorders. “ I am fine Andrew.” “Where are you. What are you doing here? Where is the Hepburn” Coleridge smiled again. “We are on final approach. Captain Sazboe …” ~Captain~ “Did you say Captain Sazboe. What happened to the Skipper?” Coleridge rolled her eyes. “Did they not teach you in the fleet not to interrupt your betters” She then grinned. “A lot has happened since you left.” Her face because serious. “Captain Sazboe took command almost three yeas ago. We came to the aid of a starfleet vessel which had sustained heavy damage. As you know we do not refuse help to anyone. As we were giving them medical assistance a starfleet ship appeared. We were ordered to leave the area as they were enemies of Doenitz’s vessel and the Federation. The Skipper told them that by Federation Law they were allowed to render aide to anyone who needed it. That was when things got messy. The Doenitz’s vessel opened fire on us and the stranded starship. The bridge took heavy damage and the Skipper was killed instantly. We took as many of he wounded as we possibly could and ran. We came to Geneva and are now tacked onto the 52nd fleet as a auxiliary support vessel.” Andrew shut his eyes and held back the sadness that had again been brought back. He remembered the happy smiling Skipper and Sazboe his first officer who had helped him in those hard times ahead after he had been rescued. They had gotten his life back together. They gave him purpose and meaning by giving him a job on board. Now things had all changed. He looked back at Coleridge. “Things have changed so much. How did you find me?” Coleridge smiled. “Its part of standing orders. Every time we berth I scan the computers database to see if there is any one from the organisation there. I have been trying to track you down ever since you were posted on the Spectre but you do seem to be rather elusive.” Andrew smiled slightly. “Yes we do. Where are you berthing?” “Docking port 36. In 35 minutes” “I’ll be there to meet you.” Coleridge nodded. “We’ll be waiting for you.” With that as Coleridge shimmered and disappeared as the comm channel closed. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Nacelle A - Petty Officer Suri Rapeet - 21:50) The warp cores made a lovely thrum even when they were powered down. The heartbeat of the ship at rest was a perfect place to sit and think. A comfortable back rest, the power of the engines vibrating through her body. Yup, definitely a great place to drink some wine, eat an apple and think. Think about what Ardena seemed to want of her, think about what she wanted of Ardena. Suri's eyelids felt heavy, so she closed them. Better to picture the future that way anyway, right? Before she knew it, she was snoring. (Reply any, any) (Posted by Lorna.) (USS Spectre - Astrometrics - Ensign Ardena Carrow - 21:52) "When there's no-one else in sight, In the crowded lonely night, Well I wait so long, For my love vibration, And I'm dancing with myself." Ardena hummed along with the remake of a remake of a remake. The origins on the song was long lost in the mists of time but the message was the same. Sitting on the floor, back against a bulkhead, Ardena was watching a three dimensional holoprojection of the nebulas of the Alpha quadrant. It went well with the Baroque music, the darkened room and the decanter of red wine she was working her way through. She was pretty sure every Vulcan would frown upon her drinking alcohol citing lists of illogic. She was even more sure than a counsellor would have even more to say about her sitting alone, in a darkened room, drinking and listening to music while watching the universe dance around her. She was positive she'd tell both of these to tell it to shove it and she felt like moping, thank-you-very-much. Suri had left a message for her. It been a playful mix of come-hither and mystified that Ardena ran away. Yes, she found the other woman damn attractive, had all sorts of strange thoughts and feelings for her and most certainly wanted to get her alone some place warm and watery.. but. But. She wanted long term, she wanted romance, she wanted a partner, commitment. She wanted dances, and dinners, and romances. She wanted fairy tales, castles and all things little girls dreamed of. Suri Rapeet was a fascinating and interesting woman with many facets, sides, thoughts and passion galore, but she didn't strike Ardena as they type who thought beyond the bedroom. Ardena wanted someone to wake up next to, to spend her life with, to share dreams and goals and futures. Children, pets, family. Suri seemed to want to gallivant around the galaxy one encounter at a time and enjoy the blaze for as long as it lasted.. and once it burned out, go find a new one. Ardena sighed as she finished off the glass of wine and poured herself another. She was probably not giving the technician enough faith and belief. It wasn't like a handful of conversations meant she truly knew the other woman. But, so far all presented was bright conversation and not-so-subtle invitations. When did society become such that you started a relationship horizontally? She wished she had someone to talk about this with. A counsellor was a bit more involved than she wanted to get for what should be a minor problem. And as much as Captain T'Vhor seemed willing to teach her the gifts of their shared people, she couldn't quite see her confiding shadows of the heart to her commanding officer. And Suri.. well, Suri was the question with a thousand answers, none of them seeming to fit. Glancing down, Ardena realized she was probably drinking the wine too quickly. It wasn't likely she'd get another case from the Penticton wine yards any time soon, but what was it for if not drinking? She tilted her head back and leaned it against the bulkheads, watching the stars dance. Science was easy, life was a lot harder. (Reply none, any) (Posted by Lorna) (Starbase Geneva – Holodeck 7 – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 22:13) Chuck was a little disappointed that round one had been incomplete when the Andorian announcer ‘called it a day’. The competition had been interesting from a competitor perspective but he hadn’t learned much of why he was there. The female Andorian, the Klingon, the whole thing in Callahan’s Bar still didn’t make any sense. Chuck decided to focus on the competition and keep his eyes open for ‘clues’. ~I’m turning into … Nancy Drew.~ Chuck thought … the whole concept of being a female detective from juvenile holo-novels made him shudder. Chuck had ‘borrowed’ holodeck seven aboard Geneva as his own private place to train. Okay, maybe he had slipped a certain Bolean a few bars or gold-pressed latinum … all the same he had rights to it for the time being. Chuck had spent the day in his uniform and was happy to remove his uniform jacket upon entering the holodeck. “Computer, download holo-program ‘Donaldson Six’ from the Spectre.” Commanded Chuck. [Data transferring … Transfer complete.] responded the computer. “Run program.” Chuck ordered. The familiar yellow and black walls, floor, and ceiling disappeared and in its place was the magnificent figure of a Buddhist temple in winter. ~Time to really prepare.~ Chuck thought. “Welcome back to Honnoji Temple, Donaldson-Son.” Said an unimposing, clean-shaven, and bald monk at the gate to the temple. “Thank you, Master Tetsu, it’s good to finally be back.” Chuck said smiling. “What is your pleasure for this session?” asked Tetsu. “I’m looking for some hand-to-hand sparring, if you please.” Chuck said politely. “Certainly, do come inside.” Tetsu said motioning behind himself as the wooden Temple gate opened to reveal a cobblestone-laden training ground. Tetsu led Chuck into the center of the Temple’s courtyard and the competitors faced one another. Master Tetsu bowed himself moving only at the waist and Chuck returned the respect. Tetsu took a forward shifted stance (most of his weight on his forward foot) and the match was on. “Computer, increase Tetsu difficulty level to four.” Commanded Chuck. [Tetsu, level four, begin.] announced the computer. Chuck was about to make his initial stance when the Holodeck’s chime went off. “Enter.” Chuck demanded a little irritated at being bothered. NRPG: this leaves an opening for someone aboard the Champlain to enter the scene if they wish. Also, before it’s mentioned, I know about deck 61, I thought those holodecks would only be used by Geneva personnel (not Spectre or Champlain ‘folk’, lol). RPG: (reply any) (posted by Anton Taylor) ========================================================================= Mission: ***Docked*** Day: 03 Stardate: 2407.04.07 (USS Spectre – Bys’At’s Quarters - Ensign Bys’At - 06:00) Bys’At had transferred onto the Spectre the day before and had spent the night wandering around the halls and familiarizing himself with his new home. For the moment he was tantalized by the door to his quarters. “Computer, lock door.” Bys’At commanded. [Door locked by order of occupant.] said the computer. Bys’At leapt within about a foot of the door. It didn’t open. “Excellent!” he exclaimed. He jumped flat-footed away from the door. “Computer unlock door.” Said Bys’At. [Door unlocked by order of occupant.] said the computer. “Fantastic!” Bys’At cried. Thus saying he leapt to within a foot of the door again and it obediently opened. He leapt away and after a moment’s pause it closed. He did it a few more times for good measure. “Magnificent invention!” Bys’At had seen automatic doors before but this option to lock the door in a moment … just splendid. Bys’At could have stood all day contemplating the true nature and meaning of this brilliant device but he had other plans for the day … not better plans … just alternatives. (reply none, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre – Engineering - Ensign Bys’At - 06:10) Bys’At had only been diverted briefly on his way to his new Engineering assignment. A beautiful young Vulcan woman had preoccupied his eye as he passed her. She had pointed out the logic of not looking for a partner until the Ponfarr … he didn’t bother explaining his attraction to her was purely aesthetic … the appreciation of brilliant hues of paleo-greens and vibrant red tones weren’t within the realm of her logic. He simply moved along to his ultimate destination. Bys’At entered Engineering and standing on the tips of his toes he yelled. “Anyone need a hand?!.” So saying he raised his thin and lanky fingers to the ceiling … “They need something to do!” He began laughing hysterically. NRPG: I know H’Chir and Bristed may not find time to answer but I couldn’t resist. RPG: (reply any in Engineering, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre – Engineering - ACEO Ensign Jacqueline Bristed - 06:11) Manic laughter was not something Jacqueline normally heard in Engineering, even if they were docked and the crew was allowed to be a bit insane. It probably wasn't an engineer at all, just someone who'd gone a little nuts with the synthohol at...dear lord, it was far too early for imbibing, wasn't it? She turned to see who was there, hoping she didn't have to chase off a drunk. "Can I...help you?" she asked as she turned around. The person she was addressing had the tell-tale pointed ears of a Vulcanoid, but his coloration was rare and there was something very odd about him. It wasn't the laughing; Vashan was V'tosh ka'tur but still had the classic Vulcan features, and she'd been quite close to him, laughing and all. Especially last night, and the night before... Maybe it was that he was above and beyond happy, almost scary with that laughter. Or it could be his hands. Maybe there was something else, but she couldn't readily identify it if it was. (reply Bys'At) Jacqueline sighed. "I'm Bristed, one of the ACEOs. It's a pleasure," she said, not sure if she meant it or not. (reply Bys'At) She paused to consider where to put him. "You want something specific to do or shall I just point you in a direction and say 'anything over there-ish'?" She hoped Bys'At had the kind of energy his personality seemed to project; things would go quickly if he could be put on a project and worked in a fast burst of manic exuberance. If not...well, she could work with that too. (reply Bys'At, any) (posted by Siobhan) (USS Spectre – Engineering – Ensign Bys’At - 6:12) "Can I...help you?" asked a young woman turning around to look at Bys’At. ~Another yellow shirt!~ thought Bys’At. Bys’At resisted the urge to grab the young woman by the shoulders as was his usual greeting. Starfleet Academy had cured him of the habit. He couldn’t resist grinning from ear-to-ear at the thought of the uniform fabric in his hands. “The name’s Bys’At … what’s yours??” asked Bys’At. He twiddled his fingers together behind his back in anticipation of putting a name to another fascinating thing. "I'm Bristed, one of the ACEOs. It's a pleasure," the woman said. It was obvious she wasn’t yet convinced that Bys’At was a genius and a benevolent benefactor. He tried to think of a clever turn of phrase that might help her grasp his benign elocution. “Bristed, these hands, my hands, not your hands … they need … used.” Bys’At produced the mentioned articles from behind his back and turned them repeatedly at the wrist in front of the intriguing human. Bys’At noticed the eyes of the woman moving about, he twisted and contorted slowly in an effort to follow her powerful gaze. "You want something specific to do or shall I just point you in a direction and say 'anything over there-ish'?" ~A question, such directness, admirable, enviable.~ thought Bys’At. He stood for a moment just looking at the curved jaw that had produced the last “-ish”. Without moving his eyes from the strong chin Bys’At answered the humans query. “I’m always ‘right-here-ish’. But I could go ‘there-ish’, or ‘near-ish’, or ‘far-ish’.” Bys’At laughed at the clever line. (reply Bristed) “I’m like Aladdin’s genie, your wish is my command.” Bys’At said. For emphasis he folded his arms and pointed his toes outward while making a low bow. NRPG: If Bristed is feeling a little mischievous she could put Gorlan with Bys’At. Although, I admit, that seems like a good idea to save for the future. I’ll leave it up to you. RPG: (reply Bristed, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre – Engineering – ACEO Ensign Bristed - 6:13) “I’m always ‘right-here-ish’. But I could go ‘there-ish’, or ‘near-ish’, or ‘far-ish’.” Bys’At laughed at the clever line. "We-ell," she said, trying to think if anything really needed doing that wouldn't be covered by the station's team. "I'm not really sure what to do with those..." she paused, looking for a polite adjective for his hands. "...energetic hands of yours." That would do. “I’m like Aladdin’s genie, your wish is my command.” Bys’At said, his arms folded, toes pointed and bowing. Jacqueline stifled a giggle. She wasn't sure why, but watching him conjured a catchy tune and an image of a blonde woman in gauzy pink costume, and she got the feeling it was something that was "classic". She didn't keep track of classics very well. As far as she was concerned, Beethoven and The Beatles were pretty much in the same category: really old. "Well, Mister Jeannie, why don't I...well, I guess I want you to acquaint yourself with the ship. For now, just go around, make sure you know where everything is, what it is, and if anything is obviously broken lemme know and fix it if you can." She shrugged and grinned. "It's more than I got on my first day. Trust me, specs are very nice, but it's totally different in real life." ~Of course, if you're not a stubborn idiot and don't refuse to ask the computer for help you won't have as much trouble as I did.~ (reply Bys'At) "As far as I know nothing is in serious need of doing, so that's the best I can come up with. Oh, and welcome aboard the Spectre!" NRPG: Free range of the ship, and permission to fix anything he thinks is obviously broken. Take that where you will, my friend. RPG: (reply Bys'At, any) (posted by Siobhan) (USS Spectre – Engineering – Ensign Bys’At - 6:16) "Well, Mister Jeannie, why don't I...well, I guess I want you to acquaint yourself with the ship. For now, just go around, make sure you know where everything is, what it is, and if anything is obviously broken lemme know and fix it if you can." She shrugged and grinned. "It's more than I got on my first day. Trust me, specs are very nice, but it's totally different in real life." “Well, that’s fine …” Bys’At began. He paused abruptly to contemplate the value of ‘specs’ … and determined that a real feel for the ship might involve others criticism … he would find some ‘specs’ in good time. "As far as I know nothing is in serious need of doing, so that's the best I can come up with. Oh, and welcome aboard the Spectre!" said Bristed. Bys’At was taken aback by the sudden change of tone. He had estimated this “Bristed” creature as fascinating from the beginning but now it was too much. Her bright demeanor and obvious happiness overwhelmed him. Bys’At clasped his hands together under his chin in an effort to resist the temptation he was now feeling. He knew he would simply not be satisfied until he gave into his desire. ~Give her a cheerful embrace!~ the voice in Bys’At’s mind began screaming. “Thank … you … sir.” Bys’At blustered. ~Share your merriment!~ said the voice. “I should … probably … go …” Bys’At stammered, now gripping his hands tightly together pointing his lean elbows toward the young woman. Bys’At turned toward the door leading out of Engineering. He made a mad dash for it and it closed behind him. He breathed heavily and leaned against the door and it opened. He fell into a seated position on the floor and stood up dazed. The door obediently closed and … she walked by … the Vulcan woman that Bys’At had seen earlier. Upon seeing him the woman’s cheeks became visibly flushed. She turned away from him and headed in the opposite direction. He just had to see this new tinge of color … NRPG: Free range of the ship, and permission to fix anything he thinks is obviously broken – let’s hope Bys’At doesn’t realize what pretty colors come from an explosion. RPG: (reply Bristed IYW, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre – Engineering – ACEO Ensign Jacqueline Bristed - 6:17) “Thank … you … sir.” Bys’At blustered. “I should … probably … go …” Bys'At was noticeably bothered by something, judging by his newfound inability to string a full sentence together and his suddenly folded hands. Had she done something to upset him? She thought over what she had just said to him, but as far as Jacqueline could tell, she'd been polite by both pointed and round-eared standards. That meant that whatever was bothering him was on his end and there was nothing she could do about it. As he charged away, Jacqueline had the feeling that he had been restraining himself, trying to avoid making some kind of social blunder of his own. She had no idea why she felt that way, but there it was. It seemed akin to that instinct she had about machinery, although not as definite and much fainter. With a shrug, she turned back to find something for herself to do. ~Are all the 'Fleet engineers weird? Or is this ship just lucky? And on that note, I have something I can do.~ With that, the young ACEO set about testing the nearest replicators, making sure they were operational by composing a meal from them. One item per replicator, which would probably consume about a quarter of an hour. The subsequent eating of this meal would take up still more time, during which she could figure out what else she needed to do. (reply any) (posted by Siobhan) (Starbase Geneva - Holodeck 2 - Martial Arts Tournament – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 7:05) “What the hell do you mean the tournament is over!” Chuck yelled. “Look, if you’d like to enter another tournament …” The Bolean began. “I was entered in this one!” Chuck yelled again. “I’m sorry, but when a contestant is not present in the arena they are forfeited.” Said the Bolean. “Look, little boy blue, the tournament was important to me …” Chuck began trying to explain. “I understand, but the policy was very clear.” Said the Bolean straightening himself trying to look taller. “No, you don’t, I only entered the tournament because there were suspicious characters present on the Starbase.” Chuck said trying not to give too much away. “I’m sure your excuse for not being present is an important one but the tournament is over.” Stated the Bolean. In a rage Chuck stormed off. It was apparent the Bolean wouldn’t give him any satisfaction. Chuck had wanted to show his fighting prowess but apparently that wasn’t “in the stars”. As Chuck headed toward the arena exit he noticed a person following him. Chuck made a quick left upon exiting the holodeck and the figure did likewise. “Why are you following me?” Chuck asked. “You have a friend of mine held prisoner aboard the Spectre.” Said the figure. “You mean the klingon?” Chuck asked, a little hesitant to turn around. “Ryb’Ka, that’s right.” Said the figure. Chuck stopped walking. “What do you want me to do?” asked Chuck. Chuck’s hand slid beside his uniform looking for his phaser. “Don’t do that …” began the figure. “turn around slowly.” Chuck turned around to see one of the two Bajorans he had seen in the bar the first time he met the strangers. “You’re probably the luckiest man alive.” Said the Bajoran. “What do you mean?” Chuck asked. “You missed the tournament yesterday. The directives changed overnight, we don’t need you anymore.” Said the Bajoran turning to walk away. “Wait, I have questions.” Objected Chuck. “Now isn’t a good time. My personal recommendation is that you release Ryb’Ka. He’s stubborn but it won’t be a matter of his will fighting you, he really doesn’t know anything.” Said the Bajoran again walking away while speaking. “But …” Chuck protested. “Look, Chuck, you and I will be in touch again … I have to look after my own skin for the moment … the answers will come.” Said the man, he kept walking and eventually was gone. ~Why didn’t you stop him? You just keep standing here with a dumb look on your face.~ Thought Chuck. In disgust from his own inaction Chuck stormed off. He could take out his frustration on Klingon hide. (reply none, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (Starbase Geneva – Security Lockup – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 8:40) “It sure was nice of you boys to hold onto this for me.” Said Chuck. “Are you sure you can handle him on your own. He gave you a ring the first round.” Said a Geneva security officer smiling. “Hey, I’ll be fine, besides most of the fight’s out of him by now.” Said Chuck. Another Security officer came up with the struggling Ryb’Ka. The Klingon’s hands were tied behind his back but his legs were the primary concern of the Officer. “Here you go. You want him, he’s yours.” Said the officer holding the Klingon handing himover to Chuck. Chuck pulled out his phaser and set it on stun. “Don’t make me use this on you, Ryb’Ka. I don’t want to have to carry you all the way to the Spectre.” Said Chuck waving the phaser in front of the Klingon. Ryb’Ka didn’t speak … apparently they had drugged him … enough to keep him docile but not enough to render him unconscious. (reply none, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre – Brig – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 9:15) Chuck had finally managed to get the stubborn Klingon onto the ship. He rubbed his shoulder as he raised the field. The stunned Klingon lay on the floor behind the forcefield now untied. ~Man, even half sedated they can do damage. Darn shoulder.~ Chuck thought. “That should hold you for awhile, I have to go see if the Lieutenant has had a chance to dry out yet.” Said Chuck. ~If I can’t find her I’ll just go ahead and interrogate you myself.~ Chuck’s shoulder began to cramp and he reached up to rub it. ~Then again, maybe I’ll get one of the new guys to do it.~ Chuck left the brig to go track down Vasilyovna. (reply none, any) (posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 18:00) Jynea wasn't going to tell anyone that she'd had to pull the manual up on how to relay information from one console to another. The communications officer had their hands full coordinating senior officers, so Jynea had taken over the junior officers and enlisted. She figured out how to relay the information to the relevant department head, person on the bridge if that wasn't the department head, and into the database for anyone to look through in case she royally screwed it all up. She hoped she got the whole flagging system accurately, so she could let the relevant person know how fast they had to review something. After all, security certainly had their hands full and didn't need to know that the arboretum suffered no damage. She wished she could be elsewhere, she was medic trained and could be helping sickbay. This standing around stuff, even if her hands were busy, really wasn't for her. She wanted to be in the middle, helping. But at this point, she knew, she'd just be in the way and it was better to be doing something she vaguely understood that helped than get in the way of Andrew or his medical teams. Besides, she figured both security and the marines wanted to know where everyone was and what they were doing. They might just be having a stun first, ask questions later attitude and she really didn't need the wake-up from stunning headache. At least tension on the bridge had dropped since the Captain had arrived and started giving clear and concise instructions. He seemed to have a sixth, or was it seventh when it was a telepath?, for when one task was finished and the officer in question was available for a new one. He seemed to know when someone needed guidance and when they could be left alone. Most importantly, he seemed to be taking this all in stride and nothing he, nor his crew, couldn't handle which went a very long way to reassuring the crew. Of course, it didn't stop Jynea from wondering what was going on in his head and heart with his partner in command seriously, if not critically, injured. The best she could do was keep an ear on the medical channels and information and keep the command console updated. She wasn't sure if T'Vhor had the time or inclination to monitor the information, but if he wanted to, she figured he should be able to. Even with all the mental multi-tasking she had time to wonder who had something in for the Spectre and what would be next. (reply any) (Posted by Lorna) (Starbase Geneva - Bedknob and Breadsticks restaurant - ACEO Ensign Jacqueline Bristed - 19:40) "Why not?" It was a difficult question to answer. ~Because this was never supposed to be serious. Because I never meant for us to last longer than a week, nevermind several years. Because we'd be tied down and never together. Because I'm scared that I want this, want you. Because it's not fair to us, or to anyone else, it's not fair in general. Because of Starfleet, the ship, the changes it wrought in me and in the universe in general.Just because, Vashan!~ "You know why. Vashan, I can't do that." Ten minutes before, everything had been wonderful. Vashan had asked for yet another date, trying to squeeze in all the time he could with her. They'd gone dancing in a holosuite rendition of a discotheque, they'd had a few drinks, and then had decided it might be best to get dinner together. Everything had been an absolute delight, memories she would keep with her forever. Dinner was exotic and included more drinks, and right in the middle of some kind of insane pasta dish they had decided to share, Vashan had stood up, gone around the table, and taken hold of her left hand. In another second, he had dropped to one knee, mimicking the stereotypical human pose of marriage proposal. And there had been a ring in his hand, although where he had been hiding it Jacqueline hadn't a clue. He had gone insane and asked if they could be life-bonded and married. Her answer was no, no, a thousand times no. She wasn't going to link her mind to his for all time, she wasn't going to tie herself to him forever, and she wasn't going to drop everything and come running to him every seven years. It was that simple. That infuriatingly complex. She just couldn't, for a million reasons, and at the same time she almost wished they could make it work. "Please, don't," she begged him. This wasn't fair to either of them! How dare he do something this stupid, this thoughtless, this absolutely adorably romantic? "You love me. I've been in your mind, Faerie, remember?" Jacqueline instantly regretted letting Vashan mindmeld with her all those years ago. The mindmeld was supposed to have been romantic as he could get, something they had done back when they were together. Had he forged some kind of bond between them back then, hoping for an opportunity like this? Or was he just saying something to throw her off balance, make her reconsider his offer? How could he know that she loved him if she wasn't sure herself? And was that really enough for them to be connected on such an insanely intimate level? Not in her mind, although apparently in Vashan's. Suddenly she wished she had gone out in her uniform. At least then she would have had something to prove she had other things she wanted to dedicate her life to without inviting Vashan back into her mind. "No, I'm not sure I do. Look, we've grown apart. You've had other flings, so have I, and I plan on a lot more. You're asking me to put you above everything else, to give a damn about everything that happens to you, and I won't even be around to know about it. You knew when we first got together that I didn't want to be tied down to anything. Even someone as wonderful as you," she added softly. A tear made its way down her face, completely at odds with the boiling rage building up inside her. "We could make it work," Vashan said. "No. Don't you understand? I don't want that for myself, for us. You go gallivanting, I'll go...trekking, and we'll both have each other as a happy memory and possibly a good friend, but I don't want anything more! Just--" Jacqueline never got a chance to finish the sentence. Vashan interrupted her argument with a very strange change of topic. "Did you feel that? Something's wrong..." He turned his head, seemingly listening for something. Jacqueline had no idea what he was going on about. Maybe this was another cute way of getting her to say "yes". If so, she wasn't going to let him win. She meant no and she was going to stick with her answer. Then she heard someone say there had been an explosion. A ship had been targetted. Someone else said they had seen it and had come to tell everyone, that it had been one of the Starfleet ships. Vashan turned to look at her, his expression grim. That must have been what he heard, what he felt was wrong. ~Holy s***. What if it was the Spectre? I have to get back!~ She tried to run, had to make it to her ship, to make sure everyone was safe. Vashan knew that, he'd forgive her for running off like this. Someone grabbed her, held her in an unbreakable grip. She struggled for freedom. "I have to help, I have to get back! That could be my ship!" she explained frantically, but her captor would have none of it. She felt herself being pulled back, whirled around to face whoever was holding her back and force them to let her go. It was Vashan, of course it was Vashan, and he both ready to cry and angry enough to murder everyone in the room. "What can you do, Jacqueline? What can you do?" he asked, blue eyes flashing. "I don't know! Vashan, please!" She had to help, she had to be there! She could help, she knew it, if only she could get to the ship, even if it wasn't the Spectre. "Come with me! There has to be something we can do." Vashan shook his head. "We can keep you out of trouble. What can you do, huh? Wait until they've cleared the area, wait til the b*****d who did it is caught. Then you can go rushing to the rescue. Right now I'm not going to let you do something that stupid." "Vashan, I have to go! I have to!" The tears came unbidden to her eyes, refused to be forced back. She collapsed into tears, let him draw her in and hold her close while she wept. She wasn't sure why the tears had come, whether it was over Vashan's proposal or the ship or something she wasn't even aware of, but she couldn't stop the flood now. She would have to cry herself out, then...then she could deal with everything else. After an indeterminate time-either a few minutes or a few hours--Vashan started to lead her off. She went willingly. Right now all she could deal with was staying upright and trying to calm herself down enough to deal with the universe again. (reply any, none) (posted by Siobhan) (USS Spectre - Deck 5, Cargo Bay 1 - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 19:40) Calvin stood in front of 6 standard blue containers that were filled with various supplies that the Spectre were stocking up on. They had just re-materialized from the cargo transporter in the bay. Once the transfer was complete the Lt Cmdr stepped onto the industrial size pad and scanned each container to make sure the correct supplies were sent. After he was satisfied with the barrels he placed notes onto the PADD in his hand. "These are ready boys," Calvin yelled. 2 teams of 2 crewmen began to unload the blue containers off the pad and took them to their correct destinations. Calvin then stepped away from the transporter for that was the last shipment of the 6th shipment of the day. There were still more to be handled, but later. Moving over to where a few bins laid Calvin sat on one of them. He looked at the PADD in his hand and studied the 'to do list'. After checking each line he leaned his hand back and rested it upon an object. He closed his eyes momentarily. The darkness of the back of his eyelids were a sight for him. After his previous accident it seemed his longevity for the day was shortened more than he realized. Sometimes however it was not your physical ability to do something to 'win the day'. It was your heart to finish. It was your will, determination, mental abilitie to survive not just to 'win the day', but to go through that day and to succeed in all your responsibilities. Little did Calvin know that his heart was about to be tested ss he sat on the brown bin with his head leaned back. As his body was comfortable enough in that odd position to fall a sleep, another action trumped anything action that Calvin was doing at that moment. The alert klaxon sounded. Calvin jumped from his sitting position. He was instantly confused by the noise. The blare of the klaxon was louder at that moment for he was not expecting it. A few short seconds later the noise began to blend away with all the other background noises surrounding him. It only took one more surprised noise to get Calvin into a sprinting motion. =/\=Lt Cmdr Capps, report to the bridge immediatly.=/\= Calvin heard the familiar voice of his department commanding officer. "Aye sir," he reported back with out asking any questions. Although he had enough to fill a large question box at that moment he felt that all would be answered once on the bridge. (reply any) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Spectre - Jefferies Tube 61-A - First Officer, Lieutenant Commander Brian Rogers - 19:42) It had seemingly been a routine call that had brought the First Officer to deck two this evening, a service mech that had been working in the tubes had reported something 'not quite right' with one of the EPS feeds in the vicinity & his call for assistance had brought the conveniently nearby Roger's directly into play. On closer examination of the stated problem however, it had turned out in fact that it's roots had lay within a bulkhead panel, directly facing the quarter's that had been used by the President whilst he had been on board. That fact in itself of course had prompted a certain amount of suspicion, for one could never be sure that somebody had not succeeded, where the Ferengi had earlier failed. "It's not standard Federation, that much I know", said the Engineer as he delved into the opened panel to reveal the strange equipment his tricorder had revealed during routine maintenance scans. Rogers knelt down onto one knee, his expression changing to one of puzzlement as he observed it closer. "Is there any indication of explosives?", he asked, "none sir, it seems to be inert but there are feeds running further into the bulkhead itself", said the Engineer as he scanned the device further for any signs that it might be actively influencing anything it should not be. It was whilst he did this though, that something did indeed trigger & it was to trigger with catastrophic results. There had been but a ten second delay, during which the realization of impending doom had registered upon both the Engineer & the First Officers faces respectively. One solitary indicator had illuminated with a rapidly falling tone, the next thing.....chaos! The FO of course had immediately gone into alert status, his hand going straight up to his combadge upon realizing what was about to happen, both he & the Engineer were already backing down the tube in a hasty retreat as he began his urgent warning but even then, Rogers had known that it was already too late. "Emergency protocol One, seal off this deck, inform Geneva control that an explosion is imminent.......", cried Rogers as he selflessly ushered the Engineer out through the hatch, just in time for him to escape the searing heat of the resultant plasma blast wave as it decimated the surrounding area & vaporized the VIP quarters, along with a small portion of the Spectre's outer hull. The Engineer had hit the apposite wall with a heavy thud & had fallen to the ground in a daze, Rogers however was not so lucky. By his courageous act of putting the Engineer first, he had just paid a heavy price.... The first officer was now unmoving & lying in a steadily increasing pool of blood just inside of the Jefferies tube the hatchway, his uniform burnt away in places now to show the tattered, decimated flesh that lay beneath it. Along the entire length of the corridor, the red alert annunciators now pulsed to the accompaniment of the rising tone klaxon's that had automatically come into play via the secondary power backup. Outside of the ship, a small burning debris field had spread outwards from a large tear in the outer hull plating, which had now peeled outwards like some gnarled & jagged, toothed gash. The station itself of course had gone immediately to red alert also, it's emergency sensor array having detected the explosive decompression of the Spectre's hull section & compensated by extending an active shield around the ship so as to prevent further damage to ships in the vicinity. Barely ten metres from the explosive source in the corridor however the Engineer was now stirring & attempting to lift himself up onto his arms from his prone position on the deck. Bleeding profusely from a wound upon his head, he reached up to his communicator & hoped to god that the internal comms array was undamaged after the explosion as he called for assistance. "Damage control & medical teams to..... to deck two, this is a medical & structural emergency, repeat..... this is a medical & structural emergency", he cried turning thence towards the twisted & bleeding Rogers as he lay where he had fallen, unmoving upon the grating beyond the hatch itself. The Engineer hauled himself onto his feet, then he staggered over to the First Officer whilst holding his hand against his face to quell the intake of the thick smoke now entering his lungs as he did so. "Sir....sir", said the Engineer as he guaged the extent of the still unconscious officer's wounds the best he was able until help arrived. (Reply Any Medical, Any Engineering, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (Starbase Geneva – Corridor – Agent Smith - 19:43) Jo walked along the corridor aiming to get back to her quarters. She was thinking about the last couple of days that she had spent with the other members of her family. They had all grown up so much since she had last seen them and it made her happy to know that they had turned out to be good people. She heard a rattling like some dropping bits of mettle onto another mettle surface. Then suddenly the red alert sounded. ~What on earth is going on~ She headed towards one of the turbo lifts when she saw Vasilyovna hurrying past a junction. She was definetly in hurry. ~Dose not look good. Lets see if I can give a hand. Stops me from buming around doing nothing~ She quickened her pace to catch up with Vasilyovna. “Lieutenant Vasilyovna. What’s happened?” (reply Vasilyovna) (reply Vasilyovna,any) (posted by Robbie) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 62, Security Centre - TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 19:44) It had sounded just like a lot of metallic bars falling from a great height, then a rumbling & a slight vibration under her feet before the sound finally began to dissipate. Vasilyovna had just been updating station security with information garnered from their last mission into Romulan space when it had happened, & whilst her senses had told her something was not right, she had not grasped the magnitude of the event until her curiosity had gotten the better of her, & she'd walked towards one of the viewing ports set into the wall looking out onto the drydocks. In an instance the Security Officer's expression had changed to one of abject confusion as she screwed up her forehead in concern over what she was now seeing. A ship had apparently suffered an explosion of some sort, a blackened debris field scattering away from her starboard side as she looked on with obvious concern. At first glance, it had seemed surreal & then all of a sudden, the reality of the situation hit her like a bolt of lightning. It was the Spectre!! "My god...", said Vasilyovna, her voice trailing off slightly as the ramifications began to sink in. There would be casualaties of course, friends could be suffering at this very moment...or even worse! The Geneva security officer she had previously been conversing with looked towards her, a look of curiosity etched upon his face as he did so. "What is it, what's happened?", he asked walking towards her now. "There's been an explosion, it's my ship", said Vasilyovna her voice now tinged with increasing concern. "What!.... Jeezus, we better get down there!", said the Security officer as Geneva suddenly went to high alert, confirming instantly that this was not just a minor explosion. "Your right, I'm gone", said Vasilyovna as she turned about & then sprinted towards the door of the sprawling security centre before continuing likewise once she had hit the corridor. By this time of course, news of the event was becoming known throughout the station as Damage control came on the air calling for all available contingency crews to report for duty. After all, nobody knew yet whether this was an accident, a direct act of sabotage or an attack & it was better to allow for all possibilities than to face the consequences of having not done so later. As for the Spectre's Security chief, she was already heading downwards through the station towards the Docking area's, hoping that this was not going to be one, almighty disaster unfolding. (Reply Any, None) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – CMO Williams - 19:44) =^=Emergency protocol One, seal off this deck, inform Geneva control that an explosion is imminent.......=^= ~Ow hell~ Andrew felt the ship rock violently. He lost his balance and hit the floor hard as the red alert klaxon screamed into life. He picked himself off the floor and looked at Marshal who was gripping the nurse’s station. “You okay.” She nodded to him. He was about to ask her another question when the comm system activated. =^=Damage control & medical teams to..... to deck two, this is a medical & structural emergency, repeat..... this is a medical & structural emergency=^= “Sickbay copies. We are on our way.” “Marshal, get Douwsy in here. Get ready for anything.” With that he snatched a medkit from a trolley and sprinted out the door. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Captain's Quarters - Captain T'Vhor - 19:45) The ship had actively shook as the explosion had sounded, throwing the Captain from his kneeling position's upon the floor of his quarters as it did so due to the complete lack now of any inertial damping or structural integrity being in place. In an instance though he was on his feet & heading for his combadge which had been placed upon a desk nearby. "Report!", cried the Captain, the urgency now obvious in his voice regardless of his normally Calm Vulcan manner. =/\=Sir, sir there's been an explosion!=/\= Came a quick & urgent reply from the officer of the watch on the bridge. "Location?", said the Captain. =/\=Deck Two sir, we have a hull breach, emergency forcefields are in place & holding, damage control & Medical is responding & Geneva is at alert status having just extended active shielding=/\= The gravity of the situation was quite obvious to the Spectre's CO, an explosion in spacedock was not the most likely occurrence ever of course but the fact that it had just happened could not be denied nonetheless. Captain T'Vhor wasted no time at all of course, he grabbed his tunic & quickly slipped it on as he raced towards the door to his quarters, "I'm on my way, inform Lieutenant Commander Rogers to meet me on the bridge", said the Captain. =/\=Lieutenant Commander Rogers is not responding sir, his last reported position was the vicinity of the explosion, it seems that he may be a casualty sir=/\= ~Rogers?~ Despite the news that his FO was quite probably involved in this in some way, the Captain did not stop as he hit the corridor & then headed with haste towards the turbolift & thenceforth, on to the bridge to see what had become of his ship, & more importantly any crew that had been working within the area. (Reply Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 19:45) She wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to be doing on the bridge, so she'd been reading the latest psychology journals out of Betazoid. Her superior counsellor had agreed to 'look into the Goldsteen matter' if she took a shift on the bridge. She'd protested she knew nothing about command or being an officer on the bridge or ANYTHING.. and Lieutenant Taxia had just given her a dour look and told her it was time to learn. "Not like anything ever happens in space dock, just watch and learn." Orders were orders, but really, there wasn't a whole lot to watch. She'd made a round of the on duty crew and chatted for a bit, but most of them seemed happy to be immerse in their work or their own thoughts, so she'd retreated to the counsellor's chair. Most of the senior officers seemed more amused by her presence than anything else. She was trying to figure out why claustrophobia would ever bother a Horta when Rogers' communication came across. =/\= Emergency protocol One, seal off this deck, inform Geneva control that an explosion is imminent..." =/\= Jynea had time to wonder what an emergency protocol one was again when the ship rocked and she was thrown from her chair. The rest of the bridge crew at least had braced themselves, showing why they were assigned to the bridge, even in dock. She wanted to ask what was going on, but the crew was at work and she didn't want to interfere. She was pretty sure the best thing she could possibly do was stay out of the way. =/\= Report! =/\= Demanded a justifiably upset T'Vhor. "Sir, there's been an explosion!" Came the swift reply from the command chair. The officer, whose name Jynea probably should have known, was rapidly punching into the command console. =/\=Location?=/\=, said the Captain. "Deck Two sir, we have a hull breach, emergency force fields are in place & holding, damage control & Medical is responding & Geneva is at alert status having just extended active shielding." ~Holy kteth!~ There was a pause while Jynea could almost see the gears working in the Captain's brain. =/\= I'm on my way, inform Lieutenant Commander Rogers to meet me on the bridge =/\= He ordered. The officer on watch actually exchanged a glance with Jynea, surprising her. She guessed any blue shirt equalled comfort in an emergency. "Lieutenant Commander Rogers is not responding sir, his last reported position was the vicinity of the explosion, it seems that he may be a casualty sir." There was no further comment from the Captain, which Jynea thought was a *really* bad sign. She didn't know what her Captain's relationship was like with his first officer, but even command officers who didn't much like each other were still partners and a team. She had been thinking of slinking off and getting out of the way, but her first duty, above all else, was to the Captain, right? So she should probably stay put until Lieutenant Taxia showed up to help out. She just wished there was something *practical* she could do, but it all seemed so technical. The Operations officer was doing an octopus impersonation, and Jynea figured out why in short order. "I can take over crew check in and reports, Sir." She said, "Leave you to the rerouting and relay stuff." He didn't even reply, just gestured at an auxiliary panel that lit up and tossed her a head set. Jynea took it to the back of the bridge and started checking the health and where abouts of all Spectre crew and all Geneva maintenance workers. The irrelevant thought of the hour was, ~Hey, the Captain was supposed to be on Geneva on R&R!!~ (Reply any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre – Corridor – Corporal Houseman - 19:45) Houseman looked across at the security officer who was with him. They had been assigned to guard one of the connecting gangways to Geneva. He felt the ship rock. ~What the hell~ He fell hard into the bulkhead. His weapon dropped from his grasp and skidded across the floor. He heard a cry. He turned to see that the security officer had fallen into the gangway. He could see the gangway stretch and tighten as the pressure from the explosion pulled at it. ~Not good~ He reached forward and grabbed the security guards wrist. [Warning pressure exceeding design specification] He pulled the security guard out of the way as the bulkhead door slammed shut. Houseman looked out of the small window and saw the gangway snap in half spewing oxygen and debris into space. ~Ow this is not good~ (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Personal quarters – Nurse Douwsy - 19:45) Douwsy was sitting at her table having some dinner. She found that because she worked on rolling shifts that she ate randomly. The room shook and her plate slid off the table and crashed onto the floor. The red alert klaxon sounded. “What’s happening. Were at dock.” She got up and headed to the door. (Reply None) (Posted by Robbie Gray) (USS Spectre - Corridor - Crewman Tk'kit - 19:45) Tk'kit was thinking of the latest way to try and teach a counsellor how to think tactically. She was hopeless, to say the best, but someone had decided she had to qualify for away missions and that meant being able to escape capture, defend herself and other basic concepts that seemed to go in one ear and out the other. Tk'kit clacked her teeth in irritation. A kit would have better ability than the Orion woman! A large noise preceded the explosion by nano-seconds, Tk'kit, out of habit more than thought, rolled to grab the marine's fallen weapon. Loose weaponry, especially marine toys, were never a good thing. Unfortunately, as she came out of her roll, another twist as the umbilical tube bucked and stretched.. and she was prone on her stomach. The marine, Houseman she thought his name was, grabbed her wrist. [Warning pressure exceeding design specification] ~Useless!~ Tk'kit thought darkly as she was yanked to her feet and half hauled back onto the ship by the human. Why tell something the injured and endangered already knew? Stupid computer. "Thank you." Tk'kit said simply and handed over the retrieved phasor pistol. (Reply Houseman, iyw) Reports started coming across their ear pieces simultaneously, Tk'kit had suspicions that his probably provided better information than her's. Marines always got the better Intel, and he was higher in rank. Tk'kit quietly relayed the incident at the umbilical to be relayed up the chain, informed Counsellor Kreung she was fine and she and Houseman were accounted for and waited for orders. She was positive guarding a door that went no where was probably a very futile job, which of course meant she'd be stuck here while her partner got to go off and do something interesting as soon as some other lowbie was rounded up and sent down. "It occurs to me," Tk'kit said, conversationally, trying to keep hissing and trilling to a minimum, she kept pride in her ability to speak Standard without a strong Caitain accent, "That we have had a lot of unfound bombs lately. I do not envy those who have to find the infiltrator and enemy we must have on board." (reply Houseman, any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room - PO2 Suri Rapeet - 19:45) Suri had her head in the guts of the transporter console and was griping to herself as she replaced chips. A certain scientist was avoiding her. Said certain scientist had eaten her meals in her quarters and been working out of her quarters which prevented her being accosted and grilled. Not that Suri was stalking her or anything. ~Three days. I give her three days to say or do something and be a responsible, mature adult!~ The irony of expecting someone else to be a mature and responsible adult was rather lost on the carefree engineer. The warning from the first officer sent her scrambling to get out of the guts as the ship rocked around her. She slammed her head against the panel as she was almost clear and saw stars. She swore proficiently in Arabic, a habit that made her mother wince. Grabbing a knife she cut off a chunk of under tunic and applied it to forehead as she surveyed the damage. Nothing in the transporter that couldn't wait, she wouldn't be getting it back online to be useful in time and the others could handle anything short of a full evac anyway.. and they were at a station that could evacuate them anyway. Suri wanted to shake her head to clear it and think in order, but she was pretty sure if she shook her head she'd fall over, throw up, or possibly both. ~Okay. Nothing here. Move to where you're needed.~ She reported in she was upright, moving and what she was intending to do. Someone with a pip could give her orders when they needed her. (Reply None) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Deck 2 - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 19:45) Alex had the misfortune to be on Deck 2 when the explosion occurred. He heard only the roar of the explosion, a moment of intense, searing heat, and then for a good minute experienced nothing but blackness. He awoke to a blurry haze as he attempted to reorient himself. ~An explosion~ He found it difficult to formulate his thoughts, as pain permeated his mind. With an effort he managed to shut it down. He knew that by repressing the pain now he would pay for it ten-fold in less than five minutes but he needed to assess the situation. Had he been more aware, he would have realized that instead of suppressing the pain he was in a strange form of shock made possible because of his long experience in suppressing what he felt, but his mind failed to work as it should have. He found himself randomly thinking as he attempted to stand. ~I was at the edge of the explosion~ ~Some part of the ship slammed against me, effectively protecting me from most of the fire~ ~I forget why I was on Deck 2~ He looked around wildly noting that his left arm failed to do as he wished. He ignored it, for to acknowledge it would also mean acknowledging the pain which he was not ready to do. ~Ignore and Suppress~ he mentally chanted a familiar litany ~if I refuse to acknowledge it, it shall go away~ What Alex failed to realize was that this method did not work nearly so well with pain as it did with emotions, but in his shell-shocked state he was under the impression he succeeded. Looking around he saw an injured crew member, acting automatically he obtained an emergency transport to the sickbay for the crew member he intended to save. The irony was that Alex was the one who required the sickbay if he was to live another day. (Reply None) (Posted by Dan Black) (USS Spectre – Outside Jefferies Tube 61-A – CMO Williams - 19:47) Andrew skidded to a halt. The corridor and jefferies tube hatch was covered in smoke. He could see bits of flaming debris floating around. He saw a person in an engineering uniform hunched by the Jefferies hatch. ~Lets get to work~ He quickly crossed over to him. "Its okay mate. Helps here." He slowly moved him round so that he could rest against the corridor wall. He quickly grabbed his tricorder and flicked it open. ~Hmm lets see. A scalp laceration. Bad smoke inhalation, a few bumps and bruises. Could have been worse~ Andrew slapped on a transporter tag on the engineer's shoulder. The engineer whispered a word which Andrew did not hear. "What was that mate." He moved his ear to the engineers mouth so that he could hear better. "Roger." Andrew looked in the direction that he was indicating. He could see what he had first thought had been a large chunk of debris. ~No no no~ "Ow F**K" Andrew leaped across the corridor to Rogers. ~Not good~ He rapidly scanned Rogers with the tricorder. He looked at the results as he slapped on another transport tag. "You've got to be kidding me." ~His insides have been roasted. He's been impaled numerous times and is bleeding all over the place~ He tapped his com badge. "Andrew to Sickbay." (reply Douwsy) "Douwsy get the theatre up and running. We have two patients. Ones walking wounded other needs surgery. I'm on my way back." He activated "Dr Williams to transporter room one emergency medical transport. transport patient one to sickbay. transport me and patient two to the surgical theatre." Andrew felt the transport grip him and the corridor disappeared. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Stellar Cartography – Ensign Bys’At - 19:47) Bys’At had heard the explosion but his thoughts were elsewhere. While others seemed to run to discover the nature of the commotion Bys’At reasoned that such action was unnecessary. The ship’s complement was more than adequate to handle such an emergency. Besides … he was busy. The neon blue Gel pack in his hands spoke to his current task. Apparently a conduit running through Stellar Cartography had been overused by a misdirection of plasma flow … the Gel packs each needed replacing on deck 15 as a consequence. Bys’At’s hands had been occupied for awhile with the repair. ~It’s a menial task for my extensive knowledge … but who else is going to do it?~ Bys’At thought happily. He layed flat on his back … an access panel lay at his side. His thin form was pressed deep into the open panel and he scanned the Gel packs with a Tricorder. “Sorry, my friend, but you must go.” He said smiling. He removed the damaged Gel pack and placed a new one in its place. “That looks like the last one … don’t you think?” he asked the used Gel pack. It wiggled in his hand but said nothing. “Well, you may not concur but I’m fairly certain that’ll do it.” Said Bys’At laughing slightly. He crawled out of the ‘hole’ and replaced the access panel. He sat for a moment and crossed his legs. He tossed the last used Gel pack from one hand to the other. ~Alive, but not aware … that’s what they say … how do they know?~ thought Bys’At considering the pack in his hands. The pack made a kind of gurgling noise in response as Bys’At allowed the liquid to roll around in his palms. Bys’At’s commbadge chirped. =/\= Ensign Morphy to Ensign Bys’At, if you’re done down there you should get to work on making repairs from the explosion. It’s a ‘Mell of a Hess’ over here. =/\= said a voice over the commbadge. “Ah, something more for my hands to do! I’ll be right there, Paul.” Exclaimed Bys’At. He wasn’t sure what a “mell of a hess” was exactly … but it could be interesting. (reply none, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre –Sickbay – Nurse Douwsy - 19:48) =^= Marshal to Douwsy. I need you in Sickbay=^= “Marshal I’m on my way. I’m just there.” She reached the door and entered sickbay. She crossed over to Marshal. “What’s happening?” “We got an emergency protocol One from deck two. Which I gather exploded. They then sent out a medical & structural emergency. Dr Williams is at the scene.” Douwsy nodded. “Okay lets get going.” She moved and began to get the kit out that they might need. “Marshal get the theatre up and ready.” Marshal nodded and she heard the comm channel open. =^=Andrew to Sickbay.=^= "Douwsy here Doctor." =^=Douwsy get the theatre up and running. We have two patients. Ones walking wounded other needs surgery. I'm on my way back.=^= The comm channel closed and Douwsy waited for the patients to arrive. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Corridor – Corporal Houseman - 19:48) "Thank you." Tk'kit Houseman took the phaser pistol and grinned. “Not a problem. Anytime.” He tuned into the marine comm system and waited for the comm chatter to clear. "It occurs to me," "That we have had a lot of unfound bombs lately. I do not envy those who have to find the infiltrator and enemy we must have on board." Houseman nodded and grinned “Its just they need something to do to keep us on our toes.” (reply Tk'kit) Houseman nodded. Suddenly the comm chatter cleared. He paused as he heard the report. He then turned to Tk'kit. “Looks like we have two casualties…” He paused as the chatter continued. “Damn it ones the XO. Looks like the b*******s got lucky this time.” (replt Tk'kit) (reply Tk'kit, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Brig – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 19:49) Chuck had heard the explosion … or explosions … it was a little hard to tell from a distance. Quite honestly, it was all pretty hard to miss. He had been sitting in a chair in front of the Klingon’s cell trying to retrieve something … anything … that might shed some light on the whole mystery of Chuck’s first day aboard Starbase Geneva. “Alright, Ryb’Ka, I’m a fairly patient guy but you’re pushing it.” Said Chuck. “Your voice is becoming an annoyance, Human. A kind of incessant buzzing.” Rumbled the Klingon feigning covering his ears with his hands. The Klingon flicked his pointed teeth with his tongue. It made a clacking sound. The Klingon smiled at Chuck’s frustration at the sound. “Who were the people you were with?” asked Chuck. “The first ten times you asked me I refused to answer. Close your mouth and open your ears.” Growled Ryb’Ka. ~This isn’t working, I guess psychology only works on beings with brains bigger than their fists.~ thought Chuck frowning deeper than he had already been previously, allowing his cheek to dimple slightly. “This whole discussion is going on record, Klingon. I’ll turn off the recording devices if I have to.” Said Chuck. ~I’m elbow deep in trouble anyway from this whole thing so another sin won’t make a difference.~ thought Chuck. The Klingon was about to protest when an entire wall of his cell collapsed. “Arrgh!” was all the Klingon managed to get out. A wave of flame and dust issued from the gap and it was followed briefly by the report of the explosion. When the smoke and dust cleared Chuck could see that Ryb’Ka had been underneath the debris. Chuck had been shielded from danger by the cell’s forcefield but was visibly shaken. He lowered the field and ran to the broken Klingon. Chuck felt around on the Klingon … his neck … his wrists … anywhere he could think of for a pulse. It was obvious, the Klingon was dead. “A shaped charge…” Chuck muttered. A portion of the deck ceiling had been fractured during the explosion and as Chuck stood over the lifeless Ryb’Ka it gave way. Chuck looked up as it fell and as he turned a part of one of the twisted and broken Pylons caught him in the left shoulder. Chuck was knocked to the floor. As he laid there a pool of blood began to form on his uniform … he could feel the moisture but couldn’t tell how bad it was … he lacked the strength to reach up to feel. ~My wife.~ (reply any Medical, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 19:50) Entering onto the bridge, Captain T'Vhor immediately called for updated reports from the bridge stations. The reports came in fast & steady, each of the bridge crew responding one by one & updating him on the present & evolving situation, as & when that information became available. "Sir", said Simmons, the senior bridge Officer as he relinquished the centre seat & then moved towards the Captain, his face showing the strain of someone who had just been jolted from relative calm to organized chaos. "Damage control reports that the explosion is contained sir, initial indications are that the blast was directional & looks to have been intentional", said the officer as he glanced about at the bridge crew, whilst they in turn continued to attempt to find out just what had happened. "Sabotage?", said the Captain quizzically, "the ship was thoroughly scanned prior to docking, how could this have been missed?", he added. "From what we can tell sir, it wasn't your common or garden explosive device", said Simmons, "it looks like we found a triggering device of some sort, it set off a chain reaction that ignited plasma from one of the EPS conduits", he added. The Captain nodded & then he moved towards the Tactical station, pulling up damage reports on the immediate area of the blast once he had got there & noting Ensign Kreung, the Morale Officer taking up the console to his left. She looked about as confused & stunned as everyone else was, but she was working efficiently nonetheless & apparently scanning crew locations & such as per regulations regarding an on ship explosion. "Has station Command been updated on our status?", said the Captain not once taking his gaze from the console as he spoke. "Yes sir", said Simmons, "Geneva command are already examining both cause & effect & updating us as necessary", he added just as the Captain finished his evaluation of the information being displayed & then broke away from the Tactical console to move towards the command chair. It was at that precise moment that Lieutenant Commander Capps appeared on the bridge, his expression one of concern & confusion as to what had just taken place as he exited the turbolift, eager to help. "Lieutenant Commander", said the Captain upon noting his arrival, "man your station if you will please, be sure to optimize power routing to those areas that need it most, remember, we are currently on backup power with possible intermittent station assistance", he added. (Reply Capps) The Captain then activated his armrest console to signal the Doctor. "Bridge to Doctor Williams, do we have a reliable casualty report?", he asked hoping that it was not going to be too serious. (Reply Williams) "Understood, keep me informed of the situation as & when you know more", said the Captain whilst the communications officer jumped in to inform him that a priority one communique was coming in from Geneva command. "On screen Ensign", said the Captain & all at once, an impassive face appeared upon the viewscreen looking for all intents to be the bearer of yet more bad news. It was no surprise whatsoever of course that this assumption was to prove to be correct. "Captain T'Vhor, station sensors are showing detached umbilicals on your docking port & re-supply channels, it is imperative that none of your crew attempt to use any of the manual disembarks until further notice", said the Geneva Ops Officer. "I am aware of this Geneva, sensor data is also showing venting plasma from the starboard lateral phazer array, can you confirm this please", said the Captain, "One moment Captain", said the Ops Officer as he turned to one of the officers behind him for an immediate confirmation & evaluation. "We can confirm venting plasma sir, all impulse engined craft have been restricted from the area until further notice & an EVA crew are on route to cap the damaged conduits", said the Ops Officer. "Thank you Geneva, our own Engineers & damage control personnel are also currently working to make safe our internal damage, we will update on our situation as we know more.....Spectre out", said the Captain & the screen went black once again as the Captain opened a channel to all stations. "Bridge to all stations, report your current status please", said the Captain. (Reply Any Engineering, Any Security, Williams, Capps, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – Nurse Douwsy - 19:50) Douwsy watched as the engineer materialised on the bio-bed. ~Go for it~ Douwsy moved over. "Lye still. Its going to be okay." She activated the bio bed scanners. "Hmm looks not to bad but the cut will have to be looked at." She picked up a dermal regenerator and slowly waved it over the head wound. As she finished she heard the sickbay doors open. She looked down at the Engineer. "You'll be okay. but rest here for a bit. You've had a nasty experience." She turned to the new comers. She saw that one was a security officer who was setting a colleague down on another bio-bed. She noticed that his arm was just a charred remnant of its former self. As she crossed over to him he let out a blood curdling scream and then collapsed. ~Ow brilliant~ "Computer fast bleep Lieutenant Commander Kaitlyn Mackenzie. I need her in sickbay immediately." "While I'm waiting. Computer active EMH program." She saw the shimmering shape of the new EMH version. "State the nature of the medical Emergency." "We have a structural and medical emergency. We have four patients. One is in theatre with the CMO. I have one with a head trauma, Another with unknown injures and a third with sever burns to his arm. I have asked for assistance from a Doctor but until she arrives its just you and me." The EMH nodded and they they set to work. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Bridge - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 19:51) After a longer than usual ride in the turbolift, since Calvin had to scramble his route around the incident, to the bridge the doors opened. He stepped onto the bridge and immediately saw busy bodies hurrying in all directions. All persons were doing something, and doing it quickly. Calvin knew that he would be part of this work load very soon. "Lieutenant Commander, man your station if you will please. Be sure to optimize power routing to those areas that need it most, remember, we are currently on back up power with possible intermittent station assistance," said Captain T'Vhor as Calvin headed to his station. Arriving at the operations console a lesser officer in rank rose from the seat and gave it up willingly to the Lt Cmdr. Calvin sat after the other officer was out of his way. Immediately he went to work on what the Captain has specifically mentioned. He looked at all power systems including the power being supplied by Geneva. The screen showed multiple numbers and statistics about the power supply for the Spectre. Calvin quickly switched this view to separate bar charts. The charts showed the supply levels on each quarter decks. Different colors represented different quarters of the ship. After a minute or two of analyzing the charts, Calvin came to a horrific conclusion. At that moment the Spectre only had enough power to continue minimum operation for 4 hours at the most. The one umbilical cord that was still attached from Geneva to the Spectre was supplying enough power to do so. "Captain, we have enough power to last a few hours. We must re-connect the other power cords from the Geneva before then." At that time the ship began to rotate to the right a small degree. Calvin's feet could feel a sharp jerking feeling as it happened. On his console he replaced the power charts with different sensor logs. "It seems one of the braces holding the ship was twisted during the explosion. The brace has finally given way and the Spectre is now free to rotate as it pleases." (reply T'Vhor, any) This movement however created an even larger problem. The computer automatically replaced Calvin's board with the power charts once again. He read the warning, and scanned the charts. "Scratch what I just said about the power Captain. The last umbilical cord was severed by that twist. We now have no power coming in from the Geneva." (reply T'Vhor, any) "I am re-routing power from any nonessential to sickbay," he turned his chair around and looked at the Captain and the crew behind him. "Sickbay is using the theater which is decreasing the the power supply at an alarming rate." Although it was using a lot of power, sickbay was working on people that meant life or death for them. He assumed that the Captain would not counter his quick decision. (reply T'Vhor, any) Suddenly the the lights on the bridge turned off, and so did half of the computer consoles. Calvin turned back around in his chair starring at his board. "I had to cut all lights, except for emergency lights, for the entire vessel. But sickbay still has all power. I estimate we have 2 hours at best of power. (reply T'Vhor, any, all) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Spectre - Sick Bay - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 19:51) When he arrived he set the crew member down and then noticed that one of the medical officers was looking at his left side strangely. Intrigued Alex looked down, and saw the cause of the pain that he had refused to feel. His left arm was not saved from the blast. To say it was burned was an understatement, it was essentially a blackened, charred mess. "My arm hurts," Alex said dumbly, a very open expression for him. Then all the pain he had been ignoring made its presence felt tenfold. Against his will Alex opened his mouth, and screamed as his vision was replaced with a red haze. Pain began to explode in his mind, and soon it was all he knew as he became oblivious to the outside world. He was not even certain if he was still screaming. (reply any medical, any) (posted by Dan Black) (USS Spectre - Holding Cells - PO2 Suri Rapeet - 19:51) She'd be doing a structure check and helping the dazed get towards sickbay when she came into the Security area. "Computer, any non-moving?" She was sure there were technical terms she was supposed to be remembering.. [Ensign Charles Donaldson is unconscious beside cell three. Prisoner Ryb'Ka has no life signs.] ~Prisoner who the whats-it?~ Suri wondered as she scrambled to the back of the holding area. ~We had a prisoner??~ She wasn't security, she didn't know what security was up to most of the time, but she was pretty sure the grape vine would have told her they had a prisoner if it wasn't pretty darn recent. ~Wonder if that SOB was the bomber?? Got what he deserved if he was!~ More angry than concussed now, she found Chuck with the pylon jabbed through him. "Petty officer Rapeet to Sickbay relay, Ensign Donaldson is down and injured, I'm clearing off debris now, Priority transport to triage requested." She acknowledged the reply from the harried sounding medic. Yeah, glad she didn't have HIS job. She didn't think it was through anything vital, but she only had emergency first aid at best. "Don't remove anything through the body, assess damage, find a doctor." She chanted to herself as she pulled off debris. "ENSIGN!" She called a few times. "Son of a camel's daughter." She muttered as she finally got enough off him for the transport and let medical know all was good. What the hell was his name? It wasn't Charles, no matter what the computer thought. "CHUCK!" She declared as inspiration came, "Chuck, this is Suri Rapeet. I'm getting you a site to site transport to sickbay. You'll be o.k." She looked around at the mess. "You'll be cleaning up security for a week wearing a sling, and Vasilyovna will tattoo a boot print on your ass, but you'll be o.k." She backed out of range as transporter room two reported they were ready to transport him. She wasn't quite sure the security officer had heard anything she said, but she hoped her limited bed side manner had helped. "Allah, what a mess." She sighed looking around. =/\= Sensors are back online for damaged sections, SAR teams please report for repair detail. =/\= She wasn't sure if that was a general broadcast or engineer staff only, but either way, she supposed it meant 'pick up your toolbox and get back to work'. What a mess. It would be nice if they'd had least gotten out of dock before someone blew up their ship again.. At least the Geneva engineers were still a board to help. (Reply any, any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Surgical theatre - CMO Williams - 19:53) Andrew materialised in the bright theatre. He saw that Marshal had already set up the instrument tray and she was ready to go. He looked at Rogers who was lying on the operating table. "Computer activate deep level scan." The computer beeped and a holographic image of Rogers appeared about three foot above him. Andrew could see all the damage the explosion had caused. ~This just gets worse and worse~ =^=Bridge to Doctor Williams, do we have a reliable casualty report?=^= "Williams here Sir. We have two casualties. One is not serious but has a laceration to his forehead. the other I'm sorry to say is Mr Rogers. He is in a critical way and I am starting surgery on him now." =^=Understood, keep me informed of the situation as & when you know more=^= Andrew stepped forward. "Lets go." He activated the sterile field and put his hands into it. "Scalpel." (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Holding Cells – Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 19:54) “Wake up lazy bones” came the beautiful voice of Judith Donaldson. Chuck opened his eyes. “Hey, I was sleeping soundly … why’d you wake me up!?” Chuck protested. “Dummy, today’s the day.” Said Judith keeping her tone. “The day for, Wha …?” Chuck started. “Aha, I knew you’d forget!” Judith proclaimed victoriously. Just then the door chime sounded. “Whose that at this hour?” Chuck asked sitting up in the double bed. “I’ll go get it while you ponder the mystery of today.” Judith laughed and leapt onto her feat. She was off like a shot to answer the door. Chuck smiled to himself and followed her. As Judith opened the door a smiling young cadet handed her two-dozen yellow roses with pink-fringed petals. The look on Judith’s face changed from shock and disbelief to an expression of overwhelming happiness. “You … remembered!” She exclaimed dropping both bouquets and grasping Chuck around the neck. “Chuck!” tears of joy began to form in her eyes as she released her husband. Suddenly her expression changed from bliss to sheer terror. “Chuck!” she declared. Her voice and tone had changed dramatically. Chuck felt something wet on his shoulder. He looked down at it and saw blood running down his chest. "Chuck, this is Suri Rapeet. I'm getting you a site to site transport to sickbay. You'll be o.k." Judith’s lips moved in bizarre twists with the words. (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Anton Taylor) (USS Spectre - Holding Cells – Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 19:56) Chuck was too weak to open his eyes but he was semi-conscious. "You'll be cleaning up security for a week wearing a sling, and Vasilyovna will tattoo a boot print on your ass, but you'll be o.k." said Suri. Chuck could feel Suri’s hand on his chest inspecting the wound in his shoulder. Silently … Chuck slipped back into unconsciousness. (reply none, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 19:57) No sooner had the Geneva Ops Officer disappeared from the viewscreen, the Spectre had suddenly lurched to one side throwing a number of the bridge crew from their stations as it did so. The Captain hadn't even had to call for a report on this as Lt Cmdr Capps, almost following on from his previous evaluation, was on it in a second, his board throwing up the figures that showed that the last of the bracings holding the ship in place to it's docking gantry had just given up it's fight to remain attached. "It seems one of the braces holding the ship was twisted during the explosion. The brace has finally given way & the Spectre is now free to rotate as it pleases", said the Ops Officer. "Do we still have power to the maneuvering thrusters?", said the Captain, thinking quickly now. "Minimal control sir, what we do have is now at your command", said the helmsman as the Captain released a latch on his armrest console to activate the manual control joystick. Then, with slight movements of the stick, he fired off the maneuvering jets one by one in an attempt to stabilize the now yawing & pitching Spectre. "Contact Geneva Ensign, inform them of our situation & request tractor beam support if available", said the Captain whilst he continued to do his best to bring the ship under control. "Aye sir, contacting Geneva now", said the Communications officer as he steadied himself against his console accordingly. Then more bad news.... "Scratch what I just said about the power Captain", said Capps, "The last umbilical cord was severed by that twist. We now have no power coming in from Geneva", he added as he quickly began re-routing power from non-essential systems to ensure that the Doctor working in sickbay had enough to keep going. Then the lights switched to emergency back up, the bridge now being bathed in an eerie red glow as the Ops Officer gave his report of two hours power remaining under their present condition. "Has Geneva replied to our request Ensign?", said the Captain turning his attention briefly then to the comms officer to his right. "Responding now sir, emergency station tractor beams are now coming on line", said the Ensign & the ship suddenly lurched again as the beams took a hold & brought it under control again. The Captain then released the manual joystick, breathed a sigh of relief & then sat back into his seat, looking around the bridge as he did so. "Is everyone ok?", he asked. (Reply Any, IYW) The Captain then activated his console once again to call for a shipwide damage report. One or two scrapes & a bruised elbow, it was nothing considering how bad it could have been. Now though, all they had to do was wait for the maintenance tugs to replace & reconnect the power umbilicals. In the mean time though, they would just have to do with the minimal pulsed resupply now being channeled through the tractor beam, as it kept the Spectre in place & in a relatively safe condition. (Reply Any, None) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 20:00) "Is everyone ok?", asked Captain T'Vhor Jynea mumbled an affirmative as she rubbed the elbow she'd given a solid thump to. Her mind was busy analyzing the fact the captain had just used a less than formal vocabulary. ~Maybe he lets his hair down past his ears in emergencies.~ Having finished the check ins, Jynea wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to do with herself. Her job would normally be to mingle amongst the crew and make sure everyone was doing alright, but Lieutenant Taxia should have taken over on the bridge to evaluate and assist the senior crew. The senior counsellor had checked in, said he was returning to the ship but had yet to show up on the bridge. Was this another one of his training exercises to see what she'd do? Or was he held up in his return due to further chaos and emergency? She didn't really want to send a panicked open call from the bridge that would basically consist of "Fates Above, Spirits below, SAVE ME!" She supposed she could retreat to the facilities at the back of the bridge, but she wasn't sure what regulations were for their use. On the one hand, surely anyone who was on the bridge who had a biological need was allowed to use them, but on the other, Starfleet had some very funny and strange rules from the days it was a mostly human operation. It would just be her luck to get a reprimand for using the senior officer head when all she wanted to do was let Lieutenant Taxia up here! Really, not much she could do but try to be a reassuring presence, so she took the counsellor's chair once more. Ten thousand things she could be doing elsewhere, but here she was, seemingly stuck on the bridge like a lump. Its not like she could even advise anyone up here, they all knew there jobs better than she ever would. Why would ANYONE ever want to become a senior counsellor?! This was torture! (Reply Any, None) (Posted by Lorna Appleby) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Surgical theatre - CMO Williams - 20:15) Andrew sighed as he looked at the inside of Rogers. He reflected not for the first time that his chosen profession gave him interesting incites into people. ~Yes, insides into people~ He opened Rogers’s chest and abdomen. He picked up the dermal regenerator. He looked again at the mess that was Rogers internal organs. The plasma blast had burnt through the skin on his back and in some places down to the bone. He picked up the dermal regenorator and looked at where to start. ~There is so much damage. Its going to take ages~ He shrugged activated the dermal regenerator and began. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Holding Cells – Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 20:23) NRPG: My next post will end this ... I just couldn't resist. RPG: Chuck stood in the center of a vast darkness. It could’ve been the edge, the back, or the front of a vast darkness but as he stumbled around he couldn’t find any kind of landmark. He simply concluded that he was in the middle. In the distance he saw a circle of light appear. The light illuminated a small patch of “cat tail” plants. “Hello?!” Chuck yelled. He ran towards the light. As he approached the light he looked all around but could discover no apparent source. “Is anyone there?!” Chuck called. Chuck stood in the middle of the circle of light looking in all the four directions for any sign that he wasn’t alone. Five lights surrounded the light Chuck was standing in. Chuck looked upwards to the sky but again saw no source for the lights. Chuck looked back towards the surface as each light was obstructed by robed figures. “Where am I?” Chuck asked sheepishly … last he remembered he was laying bleeding on the holding cell floor. “You’re on the Spectre.” Said one of the robed figures. The figure lifted his hood. “Captain T’Vhor!” Exclaimed Chuck in surprise. ~What was the captain doing in this desolate place?~ “You’re asking all the wrong questions, Ensign.” Said another robed figure next to T’Vhor. The figure lifted her hood. It was Vasilyovna. “Sir, I …” Chuck began. “Ask another question, Misha.” Vasilyovna said. Chuck began to spin around glancing at each figure for a moment. “Where’s my wife?” asked Chuck. The next figure removed a hood, his wife Judith. “You’re so close, Chuck. Ask another question.” Said Judith. “Where’s the Spectre?!” Chuck began to get frustrated. “You’re close to the right question. The Spectre … she’ll be fine … in good hands.” Said the next robed figure. Removing the hood the figure’s face was revealed … Jacqueline Bristed. Chuck stopped in dismay at the last remaining robed figure. Chuck’s implant began to itch denoting his general hopelessness. Furiously rubbing the cold metal with the sleeve of his uniform Chuck glared at the last figure. “What am I doing here!?” Chuck demanded. “Now … that’s the right question.” Said a rough, obviously mature, male voice. The man lifted his hood. Chuck recognized him … he stopped rubbing his brow in shock. “Don’t look so surprised.” Said the man. “But … you’re ME … just …” Chuck tried to explain. “Older.” The man finished Chuck’s sentence. “Wha …” Chuck was still in shock. “Relax … you’re not much different.” said the man fingering his collar, showing the single ‘Ensign’ pip. The man ran his hand through a full head of light gray hair. “Well, maybe a little.” “Why am I here?” asked Chuck. “Where is here?” “Slow down.” Said the elder Chuck. “I don’t understand.” Said Chuck. “It’s the questions, boy. They’re what you’re going to need.” Said the elder Chuck. “What does that mean?” asked Chuck. “Still not getting it.” Said the elder Chuck looking around at the obviously pitying other members of his ‘group’. “You should be asking a question about Starfleet.” “Please, tell me what to ask.” Begged Chuck. “Why are you in Starfleet?” asked the elder. “To find my wife.” Said Chuck. “Wrong” stated the elder. “What other reason is there?” asked Chuck. All turned to pitch darkness once again. (reply none, any) (posted by Anton) (Starbase Geneva - Observation Deck - LCPL Rameriz & Lieutenant to Twinpoints - 20:28) Michelle had finally dragged Rameriz away from mischief, trouble and mayhem and gotten them both transport heading in the direction of Earth. A Betazoid liner was hardly to the paranoid marine's liking, but it was his own darn fault for skipping out on the Fleet cargo vessel they had a ride with. She didn't care if the telepathic people were in and out of her thoughts, anything other than surface digging would be known and she had nothing on the surface to hide. Besides, as a being able to sniff out the emotions of those around her coupled with a perfect memory .. she wasn't that big of a hypocrite. They'd gotten a board, settled in for launch, and then a security alert shut down all traffic. All passengers were informed if they wished another twenty four hours on station, it was all there's. Rameriz couldn't drag his friend off fast enough. She'd expected him to find some den on inequity, but the ever curious marine had dragged her up to the station's observation deck to figure out what had happened. The hole in the side of the Spectre rather spoke for itself. "You think HE did it, don't you?" Michelle asked. "Who else?" Rameriz muttered, grinding his teeth. "What ship is the biggest threat to HIM?" "Any with officers with brains in their heads." Michelle replied, trying for flippant, but just sounding very tired. "So?" Rameriz asked. "So?" Michelle echoed. "I could offer our services, but .." She held her paws out and shrugged. "Captains T'Vhor & Rivers have no reason to trust us and I don't think we could get a board without record.. and I don't know how many of their files they're sharing with back home." "You don't think?" Rameriz finally teased, "I knows I could gets us on. No biggie." He grinned the wide, happy, manic grin of a marine about to practice his craft. Michelle knew that look and winced. "C'mons 'Shelley.. We gots to give da nice Vulcan a chance, no?" "And if he shoots us both as traitors? If I'm wrong about the situation? Spirits Jose, I'm a counsellor, not a general." Michelle was wringing her tail in worry. "Who traineds under da best general Fleet ever had. Haves some faith in Rammy, eh?" He nudged her in the side, "Eh? Eh?" Two more nudges and that manic grin got a tremulous smile. "See, you survived swimming wif da fishies, you survived healing Cardies, you survived datin' a pilot.. You can survive an EVA with Rameriz!" "An EVA? Oh no.." Michelle groaned. "Oh yes! The enemy makes us an entrance, it would be rude not to use it!" "They'll have sensors fixed by now.. And security up the yahoo.." Michelle protested as Rameriz grabbed her paw and started to tug her through the crowd. "Don'ts you worry your pretty little heads about it 'Shelley.. I gots a plan." "Oh Fates. A plan." Michelle moaned, remembering the LAST plan Rameriz had.. (reply Any, None) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Surgical theatre - CMO Williams - 20:45) Andrew stepped back and looked at his handy work. He placed the dermal regenerator onto the tray beside him. He had been quicker then he had thought while he was repairing Rogers internal organs. "Not too bad. if I don't say it myself." He looked at Marshal and smiled. He was pleased with how everything had gone. ~Okay lets see if its all there~ He looked at Rogers vital signs that were on the monitor. He could see that all his vital signs were returning to normal apart from his neurological ones. ~Hmm that's not good~ He performed a couple of deep scans but still could not find anything. ~Could have been the heat from the burns. Not sure~ He frowned and shook his head. ~lets keep him under OBS for a bit~ He looked at Marshal who was putting away her kit. "Okay lets get him back to the ward. We're going to have to keep a close eye on him." (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 20:55) When he was happy he left Marshal looking after Rogers. He walked back to the main part of sickbay. ~Looks like I'm not the only one who is busy~ He saw that three of the bio-beds had been occupied and that Douwsy had activated the EMH. He walked over to the EMH who looked like a Bajoran woman. "Hallo Doctor. How are we doing." The EMH turned and looked at him. "We should be okay?" The EMH walk out of ear shot of the patients and Andrew followed her. She handed him a PADD and he read it as she gave a verbal hand over. "You have three patients. The first was admitted with a head laceration. Although The laceration has been treated I would suggest that he stays in over night so that he can be observed." Andrew nodded with agreement. "Your second patient has received minor burns which have been treated. I was going to discharge him and tell him to return tomorrow for a check up." Andrew nodded again. "The third patient recreated major burns to his whole arm. I have repaired it and he should regain normal function. He is sleeping off the anaesthesia." Andrew nodded. "Thank you very much for the help." The EMH just smiled. "Thanks what I am here for." Andrew nodded again. "Computer deactivate EMH." As the EMH vanished he headed over to the third patient. He looked down at the PADD. ~So Mr Goldsteen lets see how your feeling~ "Mr Goldsteen can you hear me?" (reply Goldsteen) (reply Goldsteen, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 21:00) "Mr Goldsteen can you hear me?" Alex eyes shot open as he awoke to those words. For a second he felt as he did before the explosion, and he opened his mouth to thank the doctor for doing his job so well. Then a burst of pain shot through him. If the pain that he had felt before was enough to knock him unconscious, this pain was enough to make him wish he was. His face turned pale and his mouth snapped shut, little beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Involuntarily he clenched his fists, but clenching his left fist only intensified the pain, so much so that for a second Alex saw nothing but blackness. He struggled to speak for a few seconds, and succeeded only in letting little sounds of pain escape. "Arm..hurts," he finally forced out. (reply Williams, any) (posted by Dan Black) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 21:00) Seating himself at the table in his ready room, the Spectre's Captain reached over towards the rotating screen upon it & then turned it to face him, then he pulled up their new mission orders. It made good reading that much was for sure. It seemed that they were to head out to the Arachnid Nebula & make contact with the USS Alacrity, the ship was not one of their own & that fact alone made this mission perilous & unpredictable. Then again, perilous & unpredictable was what the Spectre was ideally suited for, it was the details of this one however that prompted the most concern. This was one of Doenitz's own vessels, her Captain claiming intent to defect & promising a great deal of very useful information regarding his mentor in the process. 52nd fleet Command of course could not let this one lie, for such information regarding the internal workings of the Doenitz war machine, coming as it was, apparently direct from one of his loyal stalwarts, was just too good an opportunity to miss. Of course there was always the possibility that this might be a trap as well, an attempt by the Admiral to gain access to sensitive data from one of LoDona's own vessels perhaps. Such information could prove immensely valuable to a foe that was otherwise losing control, or so the recent propaganda said. Whether Doenitz was actually losing his grip on his faithful was neither here nor there though, the Spectre had been ordered to make the rendezvous in order to assess the situation regardless & as a Captain loyal to the cause, T'Vhor would make sure that it did so. The Captain closed down the console, his mind now far away as he contemplated how this mission might evolve. There would be a point of course that he would not go beyond, the safety of his ship & crew were paramount of course & at the first sign of anything appearing not as it should be, the Spectre would retreat, lest it fell into an ambush that it would be unable to escape from. "Computer, begin recording", said the Captain & the Computer responded accordingly. [Recording] "Captains Log, Stardate 2407.04.07..... 21:07hrs." "It is with a great deal of relief that the President has now been transferred to the USS Steel Talons & is now under the protection of the 52nd fleet commander, Admiral LoDona. The Spectre has returned to Starbase Geneva for repairs & essential maintenance, thus bringing to an end our current mission" "The crew seem now to be enjoying the rest & relaxation of Geneva's facilities but inevitably, & due also to the fact that Geneva has a rather large number of drinking establishments, some have returned in a state that can be best described as, not the worst for wear. However, they have more than earned their play today" "It would seem that our saboteur, or perhaps saboteurs were more busy on board than we at first suspected, for just this evening & whilst docked at starbase, the Spectre was rocked by the effects of yet another device seemingly designed to directly destroy the VIP Quarters assigned to President Nell whilst he was on board. Needless to say, it's activation preceeded his departure & our only casualties were Lieutenant Commander Rogers & one of the Geneva Engineers. The First Officer has now been judged as incapacitated from duty, thus leaving the ship without a second in command & our repair time estimation unjustifiably extended by at least another week" "Our next mission is once again, swamped in secrecy. Admiral LoDona was not entirely forthcoming with it's specific details at our meeting, 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 of course." "....End of log" The Captain then stood & turned towards the viewing ports set into his ready room, his hands clasping behind his back as he walked towards them. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO Williams - 21:03) Andrew could see that Goldsteen was in pain as he awoke. ~Hmm not good~ "Arm..hurts," Andrew quickly grabbed a hypospray slammed a cylinder of strong pain killers. “This should help.” He injected the cartridge into Goldsteen’s neck. He stood back and waited for a moment for the medication to take effect. “How are you feeing now?” (reply Goldsteen) (reply Goldsteen, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 21:04) “This should help.” Alex felt himself relax as the medication did its work. He let out a sigh of pure relief as the pain finally went away. “How are you feeing now?” "Well enough," he said moving his left arm around in order to make sure, "but why would I be feeling that pain in the first place? My arm seems more or less fixed." ~And I do not relish the idea of that pain coming back.~ (reply Williams, any) (Posted by Dan Black) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO Williams - 21:07) "Well enough," "but why would I be feeling that pain in the first place? My arm seems more or less fixed." Andrew nodded. “That is true but your arm has gone through major reconstruction. Although your arm moves and feels okay it will still be healing at the cellular level. Pain and stiffness will occur but only for a couple of days.” He turned back to the trolley beside the bio-bed and filled the hypospray with another vile of painkillers. “If you find that the pain returns take this only when you need to. If it get worse come straight back to sickbay.” (reply Goldsteen) “Is there anything else that I can help you with.” (reply Goldsteen) (reply Goldsteen, any) (Posted By Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – TAC/ASC Ensign Alex Goldsteen - 21:08) “If you find that the pain returns take this only when you need to. If it get worse come strait back to sickbay.” "If the pain becomes worse I shall come back" Alex promised as he took the hypospray. ~Though worse may mean that I fall unconscious first~ Banishing that though from his mind Alex turned his attention to practical matters. “Is there anything else that I can help you with.” "Yes, has anything been discovered about that explosion?" Alex asked. He wanted to be up to date if there was still an investigation going on. (reply Williams) "I see. Thank you for your help doctor, I shall be going now." Alex stated as he stood up and walked out. (reply Williams, IYW) (Posted By Dan Black) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 24, Civilian Quarters, Vashan's rooms - ACEO Ensign Jacqueline Bristed - 21:08) The touch was all it took. The emotions flowed, shooting from Human to Vulcan and back again. It would have been a horrible situation had the Human been normal, but with her ever-so-slightly empathic (even if she did deny it), it was infinitely worse, a feedback loop of negative emotions. Pity, sorrow, confusion, anger, despair, worry, terror, fear, and all of it underscored by what might have been love and might have been something else. Vashan wasn't going to let go, that was something both of them knew. No matter how much he wanted to pull away, retreat into himself, he was going to stick with it, see his Faerie through until she was calm again. Neither would he dig further into her mind. He didn't need to; they were close enough that surface thoughts and emotions were shared easily without a deeper form of connection. An eternity later, the tears were still flowing, but the sobbing had dissipated. Had Jacqueline been left alone, not been held in Vulcan arms, a Vulcan with no control over his emotions, she might have been able to compose herself. At the very least, she could have allowed the apathetic drained state that usually followed a violent outburst like this to overtake her, but that avenue was blocked for her. He was a touch telepath, and he was holding her in his arms, and what he was thinking and feeling was passing through to her. It was difficult to identify which thoughts were hers, but she made the titanic effort to pull what was going through her mind apart and guessing which ones belonged there. Faces, places, ideas that weren't hers she pushed aside, swimming through the morass until the way was clear for the one thing she needed to say/think/do. ~...let me go!...~ And it was over, the foreign thoughts and feelings pulled away from what was truly her. A few minutes of silence passed between Jacqueline and Vashan, time for her move into that blessed apathy. She refused to make eye contact with him, was afraid of what she would see. If she did, it was all too possible that she would do as he wanted, become his lifemate and devote herself entirely to him. ~the ship~ "Jacqueline," he said. ~I have to get back~ "I-I'm sorry. I couldn't help it, I needed to...to make you safe." Jacqueline's apathy was replaced by a towering rage, an inferno that erupted in far more quickly than she would have imagined possible. How dare he claim to be protecting her, subjecting her to all this. First the proposal, then keeping her from the ship when she was so obviously needed, and finally forcing his mind and his feeling onto her while she was so vulnerable, flooding her to the point where distinguishing herself from him was nearly impossible. How was that supposed to be protecting her? What was wrong with him? "Safe? SAFE? I've never been so terrified in my life!" she screamed. "I know. I was there, remember." He sounded too calm, too much like he was just trying to make her happy, saying whatever would placate her. It wasn't going to work, not this time. "If you knew, what the hell were you doing? You're insane!" "I love you!" "You love me. Right, yeah, I believe that. Vashan, that wasn't love, that was controlling!" "Controlling?! You wanted to rush head-on into an explosion. I couldn't just stand there and let you get yourself killed!" Now it sounded as if he was angry too. Jacqueline felt the rage inside her build, along with small satisfaction that she was getting to him as well. "You can't tell me how to live my life! I thought you knew that about me. You certainly seemed to know that before Starfleet!" "Starfleet? This whole thing is because you joined Starfleet! If you want to talk about controlling, look what they did to you! Running to the beck and call of a thousand higher-ranking bastards, keeping them happy so they can have a war between themselves and get people like you killed. Gods, girl, what were you thinking?" "Shut up, Vashan!" "No, you shut up! You and I are supposed to be together, and I'm not going to let you die for some Starfleet greater cause, something you don't even believe in. I know you, I know more about you than anyone else in the universe, probably even more than you know about yourself! I'm what you want, not some damn poor excuse for a war fleet!" How dare he say something like that? Without thinking, she cut off the tirade with a slap to the face. There was a resounding crack, silence, and then the world exploded with pain as Vashan, far stronger than she, threw a punch in retaliation. Jacqueline fell to the floor, her head slamming against something with a hard edge as she went down. There were spots in front of her eyes, and the station was reeling beneath her. Dimly, she registered that there was something wet under her head, and that something was probably her blood. Her left eye had definitely been blackened. "Jacqueline! Oh god, I'm sorry! I didn't mean--" He reached his hand out, as if to take back his action, but it was far too late. "Yes you did," Jacqueline said. She got to her feet, feeling none too steady as she did so. The blow to her face had really screwed her up, but she wasn't going to stay here if she could help it. This wasn't the Vashan she had known, the one she had thought she had loved. He wouldn't have tried to force her to choose him over Starfleet, or anything else in her life. "I heard everything you said, all of it. Vash, we're done. I'm going back to the Spectre, and you're going gallivanting again, and we're not going to talk about this. Ever." Before Vashan could do anything to stop her, she strode quickly out of the door. She made sure she was out of potential ear shot, walking as quickly as she dared before she let herself start crying yet again. ~I did the right thing--didn't I?~ It didn't matter now. She had to get back to the ship. She had no way of knowing that Vashan, too, had waited for her to get out of earshot before letting his emotions get the better of him in his own stream of tears. (reply none) (Posted by Siobhan) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO Williams - 21:10) "Yes, has anything been discovered about that explosion?" Andrew shook his head. "Sorry Mr Goldsteen. I have not been informed about any discoveries." "I see. Thank you for your help doctor, I shall be going now." Andrew nodded as he watched Alex get off the bio-bed and leave sickbay. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 21:13) O.K. She was still on the bridge. And now she was bored and still worried. She did have one duty she hadn't managed to fulfill, in faces of emergency and all that, was she supposed to let it slide? She wasn't sure. She didn't have the knowledge, experience OR backbone required for this job. She liked helping morale, that was easy and useful.. trying to bully a Captain, that was hard! Especially a Captain with the force of person as Captain T'Vhor! She squared her shoulders, took a deep breath and got up. The hardest step was moving, wasn't it? Or was it making the decision that led you to your actions? Or was the hardest step the one you couldn't take back? She rang the Captain's ready room chime. She didn't know if the Captain of the Spectre had an 'open door' policy for his senior crew or not, but she wasn't senior crew and she'd rather err on the side of caution and politeness. (Reply T'Vhor) (Posted by Lorna & Alan) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor & Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 21:15) "Enter", said the Captain, the doors sliding aside to reveal an anxious looking Ensign wearing perhaps her most prominent jobsworth hat yet. Inwardly, the Captain sighed, he just knew he was going to get the spiel about R&R & regulations regarding working beyond starfleet operational capacity. The truth of the matter though was that the ship was now in a crisis, what good would the Captain be now if he were sunning it up in one of Geneva's Holodecks sipping pure fruit juices from a glass sporting a comical umbrella? Despite his thoughts on this though, he gave her the benefit of the doubt & invited her to speak, after all, maybe all she wanted was to update him on the current crew situation. "Ensign?", he asked, the very word prompting her to begin with whatever it was that had brought her here. "I, er, have a problem sir." Jynea did her best to look her Captain in the eyes and look confident, but she ended up looking at the bridge of his nose. She didn't come in any further than required for the door to close behind her. She *really* didn't want to inflict her chaos of emotions on him. "Regulations say that I should force you into R&R, because you haven't left the ship, but common sense says you need to be here. But it also says you need time off before we start our next mission." Well, so much for the maybe's..... She had used the R word again.... "I am well aware of regulations Ensign", said the Captain, "however, do I really need to point out the severity of our current situation?", he added, "I will take leave the moment I am.....", said T'Vhor as Ensign Kreung quickly, & perhaps uncharacteristically cut him off mid sentence. "I - I have a compromise, if you'll allow?" Jynea asked hesitantly and, deciding she was probably just irritating the man with all her second guessing, ploughed on. "I think you should see how your now acting first officer does in the command chair, and I think Doctor Williams could use the change of scenery and duties for a shift. You could retreat to the holodeck and be available in case of emergency, but still get some benefit from a break and change of scenery and responsibilities yourself." The Captain's response was instantaneous & delivered calmly as befitting one of Vulcan heritage. "A Captain's place during a crisis is on the bridge Ensign Kreung, perhaps you are not familiar with regulations other than those regarding rest & recreation", said the Captain, much to the Morale Officers obvious consternation. It wasn't that he was being deliberately obstructive towards her duties of course, but the truth was he felt absolutely fine. It was indeed true though that the Doctor, being the ships current second officer could step in as she had quite accurately stated, however, so far as the Captain was aware, the man himself was currently elbow deep within the internals of the First Officer. Professor Chappy Smith had once said "Getting a Vulcan to take a break is like trying to get a Targ to take its vitamins." Jynea was about ready & willing to sign-up for the Targ veterinarian duties. "Once the immediate crisis is averted, I will accede to your request & avail myself of some time ashore", said the Captain, "if it pleases you, I will then take some time to get some extra rest in my quarters", he added. "You're right sir, in that I'm not an experienced or knowledgeable officer, especially about regulations. I'll just leave it to Lieutenant Taxia to sort out. Sorry to have interrupted your thinking time." It was a bit of a random throw, but from everything she'd heard since coming aboard, Lieutenant Taxia and the Captain didn't have the best of friends relationship and the Captain may capitulate to avoid a fuss. ~Fat Chance, stubborn Vulcans.~ Jynea thought to herself. She'd just have to come up with a Plan C if Plan B didn't work! The Captain however, took a deep breath & filled his lungs. If Ensign Kreung, as she had already stated, was not too familiar with regulation, then she was nothing if not judicious in her need to follow those regulations that she knew well & he had to admire her for that at least. As it was though she seemed ready to leave now but as she turned about, the Captain raised his hand to imply that she should not leave right away, then he capitulated somewhat. "Ensign, please accept my apology, I was harsh & my admonishment was uncalled for", he said. "I am aware of course that you are only tying to adhere to Starfleet protocol & I will of course take the time to enjoy a little....downtime", he added, "as soon as the present crisis has been averted", he added as he then dismissed her. Ensign Kreung simply nodded & then smiled, it seemed that this was the best she was going to get under the circumstances & with that, she turned about & left the Captain to whatever it was that he had been embroiled in upon her arrival. (Reply None) (Posted by Lorna & Alan) ================================================================= Mission: ***Docked*** Day: 4 Stardate: 2407.04.08 (USS Spectre - Sickbay – Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 01:29) Chuck finally awakened on a biobed in sickbay. ~Man … ~ Chuck thought. His internal monologue was interrupted by the voice of a nearby nurse. “Good morning.” Said a Vulcan woman in the characteristic blue uniform. “How long have I been out?” asked Chuck. “Several hours … it’s now 1:30 AM.” Said the woman. Chuck’s arm felt cold … he looked down … His left arm was held still by a series of small metal clamps attached to the biobed. “Hey …” Chuck protested eyeing the clamps. “Your arm needs to be kept immobilized until I’m certain the shoulder it firmly in place.” Said the Vulcan woman. Chuck had been trying to sit up but just laid back in frustration at his restraints. “Okay, fine … since I’m your prisoner you could at least tell me your name.” Muttered Chuck. “T’Pia Pelletier.” Said the Vulcan briefly. “Pelletier” Chuck paused to contemplate “That’s not Vul …” “Not Vulcan? No, my mother is Swedish.” Said the woman lifting an eyebrow. ~Touchy.~ thought Chuck. “My name’s, Chu …” Chuck began. “I know your name, Ensign Donaldson.” The woman cut him off again. “You don’t like other people to finish speaking do you?” asked Chuck annoyed. “Such pointless chatter was unnecessary … it wasn’t logical to alloy you to continue.” Stated T’Pia standing tall and prideful at her undeniable logic. “Whatever, anyway, when can I go?” asked Chuck. “Alright, Donaldson, just a moment.” Said T’Pia. “Please, call me Chuck.” He whispered. T’Pia checked a monitor at the foot of Chuck’s biobed and after a level five scan gave a slight frown. “Ensign, it looks like you’re going to take longer than expected to heal. Had we gotten to you sooner it would have healed in a few hours …” T’Pia began to explain. Chuck wasn’t going to be outdone by an annoying Vulcan woman, he interrupted her. “When can I go?” He repeated. “It seems fine to let you go now” T’Pia paused. “but you’ll have to wear a sling for a few days.” “Okay, fine, strap me up.” Commented Chuck. “Alright … Chuck.” The woman added shooting a smile toward Chuck. ~Maybe she has a civil bone in her body after all.~ thought Chuck. NRPG: Just thought you guys might enjoy meeting the Vulcan woman Bys’At was tormenting. RPG: (reply none, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO Williams – 01:33) Andrew walked into sickbay. He had been taking the hypoxianizine that Jynea had prescribed for him. Although he was not sleeping twelve hours the couple he had were fitful. He saw that they had a patient which was strange as he had not been informed. He hid his mental frown with a smile as he crossed over to Donaldson and nurse Pelletier. ~must have a word with her later~ “Okay, fine, strap me up.” “Alright … Chuck.” He saw Pelletier move over to get a sling. He smiled cheerfully. “Good morning both of you.” He looked from Pelletier to Donaldson. He was not going to let it know that he did not know what was going on in his sickbay. He was the CMO and because of that he had standards to keep. “How are you feeling now Mr Donaldson?” He picked up the PADD with Donaldson medical notes on it. He scanned it quickly to get himself up to speed with Donaldson’s condition. (reply Donaldson) (reply Donaldson, Pelletier any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson and Nurse T’Pia Pelletier – 01:36) “Good morning both of you.” Said Doctor Williams. He looked from Pelletier to Donaldson. Before either had time to respond the CMO added another comment. “How are you feeling now, Mr. Donaldson?” Dr. Williams picked up the PADD with Donaldson’s medical notes on it. He scanned it quickly to get himself up to speed with Donaldson’s condition. “Please, call me Chuck.” Chuck blurted. “To be honest, it still hurts.” “I’m not a good ‘rest healer’, if I get up and going she’ll heal in no time.” Chuck said tapping the sling Nurse Pelletier was busily attaching around his arm. “Yes, Doctor. As you can see we could keep him for another hour or so. The patient insisted on being released and since his condition seems to be no longer serious it seems logical that he be released” said Nurse Pelletier … freely moving in between her human and Vulcan halfs. “Yes, very logical.” Chuck concurred smiling at the doctor. Nurse Pelletier let a smile creep across her face for a moment but it faded. NRPG: Robbie, you can hit this tag if you want. Alan shouldn’t get too upset with us (wink). RPG: (reply Williams IYW, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO Williams – 01:38) “Yes, Doctor. As you can see we could keep him for another hour or so. The patient insisted on being released and since his condition seems to be no longer serious it seems logical that he be released” “Yes, very logical.” Andrew looked from one to the other and noticed the whisper of a smile pass Pelletier face. It seamed that they both seamed close which was nice to see that his staff were becoming friendly with people onboard. But he would have to have a work to her later about treating and discharging patient with out his knowledge. He looked at the PADD again and nodded. “Well we can do something about the pain.” He turned to Pelletier. “Nurse Pelletier. If you could get some Mintrozine for .. Chuck to take with him I’ll sort out his discharge.” (reply Pelletier) He then looked back at Donaldson. “The pain killers will take care of my pain you are in. If you feel its not working or you have any side effects come back to sickbay immediately.” (reply Donaldson) (reply Donaldson, Pelletier, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson and Nurse T’Pia Pelletier – 01:41) “Nurse Pelletier. If you could get some Mintrozine for ... Chuck to take with him I’ll sort out his discharge.” Said Williams. “Yes, doctor, I’ll get on it right away.” Said Nurse Pelletier in a somewhat hurried tone. She hadn’t expected the doctor to come in and take charge and was understandably ‘jumpy’. Williams turned toward Chuck. “The pain killers will take care of the pain you are in. If you feel its not working or you have any side effects come back to sickbay immediately.” Said the CMO. “Well, I guess that’s fine. I would’ve come back if the pain had been unbearable. I’ll take the hypospray of painkiller but I’d rather just be discharged.” Chuck said plainly. (reply Williams, IYW) T’Pia returned with a hypospray of painkiller and administered it to Chuck. It stung a little as it traveled from his neck and down through his extremities but after a few moments it felt ‘fine’. T’Pia handed Chuck a separate hypospray for a future self-injection. Chuck made no objection to the hypospray even though it wasn’t exactly what the Doctor had ordered her to do … she seemed to be an ‘on the fence’ half-breed who jumped between human and Vulcan … her small mistake was forgivable given the doctors surprise visit. Besides, Chuck hadn’t realized just how much pain he had been in … the relief was certainly welcome. “Wow, that’s some pretty powerful stuff, my shoulder doesn’t hurt … for the moment. How long will this stuff last?” asked Chuck eyeing the doctor. (reply Williams) “I’m sorry, doctor.” T’Pia paused, “my shift is almost over and I think a Nurse will be coming in to relieve me in a few minutes. I’d like to get a head start on my downtime.” (reply Williams) “I still need you to execute my discharge, Dr, Williams.” Said Chuck looking very ready to get to his private quarters and sleep. Despite his feelings he clasped Andrew by the shoulder with his ‘good’ hand. “If you don’t mind … of course.” Said Chuck. (reply Williams) (reply Williams, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO Williams – 01:44) “Well, I guess that’s fine. I would’ve come back if the pain had been unbearable. I’ll take the hypospray of painkiller but I’d rather just be discharged.” Chuck said plainly. “That’s not a problem.” ~every one just does not want to be here. You’d think we had the plague in here or something~ “Wow, that’s some pretty powerful stuff, my shoulder doesn’t hurt … for the moment. How long will this stuff last?” “For about six hours. There is enough for another dose.” He was about to carry on but Pelletier spoke up. “I’m sorry, doctor.” T’Pia paused, “my shift is almost over and I think a Nurse will be coming in to relieve me in a few minutes. I’d like to get a head start on my downtime.” Andrew turned to her and nodded. Douwsy should be in for the next shift which was staring soon. ~Just because you have sleep issues does not mean everyone else does~ “Not a problem Nurse Pelletier. Have a sleep.” “I still need you to execute my discharge, Dr, Williams.” “If you don’t mind … of course.” Said Chuck. Andrew grinned. “Of course Chuck. I understand. Just remember that your arm is still healing. Don’t go and over exert your self. If you still feel pain by tomorrow then come back and we’ll sort you out.” (reply Donaldson) “Now take it easy.” (reply Donaldson) He watched as Donaldson headed for the door. (reply Donaldson, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 01:50) “Of course Chuck. I understand. Just remember that your arm is still healing. Don’t go and over exert yourself. If you still feel pain by tomorrow then come back and we’ll sort you out.” ~Sort me out? In rows or columns?~ thought Chuck. Smiling to himself. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” Said Chuck turning to leave. He could hear the Doctor saying something ‘take it slow’, or ‘be easy’, or something like that. Chuck didn’t pay much attention. He was ready to put this whole shoulder injury business long behind him. It might take awhile to heal but Chuck couldn’t stand just laying low like a cripple in sickbay. Maybe he’d try the holodeck. (reply none, any) (posted by Anton) (Starbase Geneva - Holding Cells - LCPL Jose Rameriz - 05:30) "ON YOUR FEET MARINE!" Came the familiar bark. Jose came immediately out of his doze and bounced to his feet, hand in salute even before the forcefield came down. "Should I be surprised at the latest round of charges, Marine?" was the rhetorical question, "No Gunny!" Jose replied enthusiastically anyway. That got the sergeant to pause for a heart beat in his pacing before he turned around and gave Jose the hairy eyeball. "Excuse me, Corporal?" "It shouldn't surprise you in the least considering my record and level of boredom!" Rameriz extrapolated happily. There was a pained look on the Sarge's face. "Your officer friend has assured me that she will remove you from this station and try to keep you from further damage so you're being released." "Thank you Sarge!" Rameriz picked up his carry sack and slung it over his shoulder. "Corporal.." The Sergeant said in an almost normal voice, "Yeah Sarge?" Jose replied with curiosity. "Why the hell did you get caught trying to sneak onto the Spectre?" "Oh, 'cause I didn't wanna get shot. I figured, peoples have been blowin' up their ship, they'd be a bit hair trigger. Anyways, I was plannin' on getting caught by the *Spectre* Security staff so I could tag and win the bet.." He shrugged good naturedly, "Wasn't expectin' Geneva security to be doing EVA with their engineers.. an' while Shelley is a really nice lady an puddy tat, she's not much backup." That got a snort of amusement. The idea of an officer, a starfleeter and a COUNSELLOR to boot, of being good backup to a marine. "Shock me Corporal, make it to Earth without another arrest." "Hey, I tries.. Not my fault if I constantly have to defend that is the wonder of a Marine! Semper Fi!" Rameriz thumped his chest and got while the getting was good. "Semper Fi." The Sergeant echoed and eyed Jose's retreating back. He didn't believe that schlock about a bet for a minute but Starfleet security seemed willing to believe a marine would get drunk and agree to try and break into a recently damaged ship to try and steal its captain underwear.. and who was he to enlighten them? What made good marines often made for bored marines.. and bored marines were destructive, dangerous marines. As long as one Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz was heading OUTBOUND, One Gunnery Sergeant Michael Rivers wasn't about to stop him or slow him down. (reply any,any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Training Room - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 08:30) With the marines out of the way, Jynea was free to practice Tai Chi. She used to do it in her quarters, but a general post asking if anyone else was interested produced a couple of Vulcans who were willing to give it a try as a supplement to their own martial art sets. Jynea had tried Suss Mahn once, but she didn't have the muscle formations Vulcans did and just found herself sore with little benefit. Tai Chi focused mind, body and will.. and with her butting heads with the Captain about R&R, she certainly needed the extra will! Lieutenant Taxia had just smiled when she'd asked him to look into it and said he was sure she was doing fine. FINE! The closest thing the Captain had done to relaxing was having that lady Captain over. She closed her eyes and went into the first set. She was self-conscious standing in the teacher position, especially since those she was teaching were decades her senior. Push out the chaos, pull in the order. Arguing with the Captain was like arguing with a river, she knew. She should try and work *with* him rather than against him, but since his stance seemed to be "I am hunky dorey" there didn't seem much to work with. Cleansing breath in through the nose and out through her mouth. How was she supposed to know when crisis ended? Technically they were in a time of war, which meant that crisis *never* ended. Hmm, the captain could be pushing this for a long time. She would have to try and redirect his efforts to something more constructive. Though, really, for all she knew arguing with junior officers *was* relaxing for him. Chance of stance, flow from one form into the next. Well, maybe not considering the way he had bitten off her head and then apologized for it yesterday. She would have to figure out a way to use that to show that he did need a break, but she had a sneaking suspicion he would counter that with that it was the middle of a crisis and the green counsellor was nagging him about things that should be down time. However, she didn't see how it was the middle of a crisis if he was standing in his ready room staring out at the stars. Perhaps it was a flaw in her understanding of how command worked, perhaps not. Disperse the frustration, relax the muscles. The solution, she supposed, was to find an activity that would drag T'Vhor's mind from the command mindset and into relaxation.. one that he wouldn't associate with the dreaded 'R&R' label that would be giving into a demanding blue shirt. Too bad she couldn't just stop taking her pheromone suppressants, seduce her Captain and solve several problems at once - even if it would start a whole new set. Of course, considering her luck he'd want to be in command horizontally as well. Touch the stars, draw their energy. Well, she'd just have to keep coming up with new tactics and trying, if nothing else, maybe she'd impress the powers that be with her diligence! (Reply any, all) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 11:30) Jynea had been reading through her notes from her fourth year philosophy class when it occurred to her how she could win those not-so-subtle war with the Captain about his needed rest and relaxation. He knew the regulations, protocols and rules better than she ever would. She would never be able to defeat him on that field of battle, ever. She could quote 'The counsellor says go play ping pong' and he would just return fire with the fifty-sixth reason as to why the Captain could not play ping pong at this time. She'd attempted reinforcements in the form of her superior counsellor, but he seemed to be of the opinion that battling the whim of his junior counsellor and morale officer was all the relaxation T'Vhor needed. Doctor Andrew hadn't been able to help her much, probably feeling if he set the precedent of the unrested getting corralled, he'd be on her future watch list. Of course, he was already on her current list but she'd tackle one hard nut at a time thank-you-very-much. No, she realized that she would have to be the lone willow tree. She would stand alone on the plain and remind T'Vhor of what she represented. She would stand strong and silent. She would let his arguments, if any came, blow through her branches and not move her. She would sit on the bridge and remind him of what he was supposed to be doing but wasn't. She would sit in the senior's crew hall for meals and show him that she wasn't going to just give up and go away. She would be persistent and tenacious. And if he felt that she was ignoring the needs of his crew in favour of him, well, she could just quote that old saw about the Captain WAS the crew. Being prepared this time, however, for a long boring watch in which most people would just ignore her like talking to her would get them put on some social outcast list, she brought her dissertation and decided to work on it. It would look like she was actually serving some purpose, and it didn't really matter if she did it here or in her quarters. Although, she would miss having a small fuzzy head to stroke while she contemplated. And if subtly didn't work after a week or two, why then she'd move on to Plan D! ..which she'd just have to think of first. (Reply any, all) (Posted by Lorna) ================================================================== Mission ***Docked*** Day: 7 Stardate: 2407.04.11 (USS Spectre – Chuck’s Quarters – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson – 03:30) Chuck woke up in a sweat. He had had yet another dream about his past. Deep Space Fourteen, the Borg strike, his wife … all the memories of his life before Starfleet. He sat up and set his legs off the side of the bed. His arm was still encumbered by a sling, with the other arm he ran his fingers through his hair. “Why am I in Starfleet?” he asked himself. “I’m not made for the ‘Fleet.” He protested. “I’m a dabo gambler. I should be on some distant space station with a pile of Gold-pressed Latinum … not in the middle of a War traveling in a cloaked dingy.” He continued. “Face it, Chuck, this is where you are now. You’ve traded in your dabo days to be a Security Officer.” He concluded. Chuck laid back until his head barely rested on the bed sheets. ~Have you sold out?~ he thought. He lay there quietly with his feet dangling over the edge of the bed for several minutes. Finally, sleep again overtakes the tormented. (reply none) (posted by Anton) =================================================================== Mission: Emissary on the Edge of Tomorrow Day: 1 Stardate: 2407.04.15 (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 06:00) The last of the maintenance crews had now disembarked, their work finally completed & the USS Spectre now in a state of 'Ready for Transit'. The new Warp Core had been brought online over an hour beforehand, the offload tests having now been passed to Warp 9.2 without error by a somewhat apprehensive Chief Engineer. The Andorian of course had been flying about his domain like an expectant parent making sure everything was just so, right up to the moment of pre-charge & beyond in fact. The Captain of course, knew better than to not allow H'Chir to oversee everything to his own personal Domain & requirements, the prospect of not doing so being an unthinkable option, lest the CEO blew a gasket of his own through interference from the powers that be. As far as the blue skinned one was concerned though they just drove the damn ship, it was himself that made it all happen. Sitting in the Command chair however, the Captain took a deep breath & then opened a channel to the crew. "All hands this is the Captain, warp engine tests have completed successfully & we are go for departure, all stations report please", said the Captain as he settled back into his chair & then listened to the reports coming in one by one until all had reported as ready. Then he addressed both the communications officer & the helm respectively. "Signal Geneva we are ready to depart Ensign, Umbilical disconnect on my mark, maneuvering thrusters to station keeping Mr Rodriguez", said Captain T'Vhor as he gave the mark accordingly. Immediately, the ship jolted just slightly as the mooring clamps were released & the umbilicals withdrew to leave the Spectre under her own power & free to transit. "Take us out Lieutenant, ahead one third impulse", said the Captain & the view through the viewscreen shifted accordingly to show that they were indeed, transiting. The space doors of course were already opening in response, the view of the stars beyond growing ever larger as they approached & then passed through like a newborn babe coming into the world. Within a few minutes, the Spectre had cleared the immediate vicinity of Geneva & was now free to navigate open space. "Send the following message to Geneva Command Ensign Maru, regards & gratitude for hospitality & a first rate service", said the Captain & within a minute, Geneva had responded with... =/\=The pleasure was ours Spectre, god speed, looking forwards to your safe return, Geneva out=/\= The Captain then got them under way. They had a long way to go now, two months of travel at warp eight to be precise until they reached their destination. The Arachnid Nebula & their rendezvous with the mysterious Alacrity & the unknown quantity that was her Captain. "Helm, come to heading one ninety mark two five, warp eight on my mark", said the Captain. "Mark" The Spectre then left the Geneva locale in a blur of photonic blue light. More to come....... (Reply Any, None) (Posted by Alan Reading) (Starbase Geneva - Fleet Ops Office - Lieutenant (JG) Michael Ian O'Connor - 06:05) Michael hauled his duffel bag over his shoulder and looked at the Personnel disbursement officer. "When was that, Sir?" "They're set to push off..." The officer said pausing to look up at the wall, "five minutes ago." He said as if that was just how things worked in his world. "How am I supposed to link up with the ship if they're already out of area at warp?" Michael asked. ~~This is ridiculous,~~ Michael thought. Michael had spent a week an a half recovering, the first half stuck in sickbay, and that was just on Geneva, he had spent the two months previous in the Paladin sickbay holding on to life. They had managed to develop an anti-toxin to whatever poison the thorn bush had injected him with just before he had made it back to Geneva. He was recovering, shortness of breath from time to time, and his liver was recovering, but well enough to be assigned. To say the least he was surprised when he got word that he was going to be the First Officer on the Spectre, he hadn't even realized they needed one. He was going to have to make the best of it, and showing up late was not nearly considered 'the best of it'. The Ops officer typed something into his PADD, the handed it to Michael. "Here, the USS Lonely Road is heading out at high warp on mission in an hour, should be fast enough to pass up the Spectre and drop you off in a shuttle in front of her and get you aboard in under 4 hours and you can navigate to the Spectre's flight path, I've let the Captain know to expect you, so get moving." The Officer said then turned away, the conversation obviously done. ~~Everyone has lost their mind,~~ Michael thought as he sprinted out of the room towards the nearest transporter room. (Reply None) (Posted by Patrick D) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – CMO Williams - 06:05) Andrew looked at the PADDs that were spread out in front of him. He had finally got every thing sorted. All the data had been transferred to Geneva’s CMO and he was satisfied with the care his patients had been given while they had been on board. =^=All hands this is the Captain, warp engine tests have completed successfully & we are go for departure, all stations report please=^= Andrew tapped his comm badge. “Sickbay here. Ready to go.” (reply IYW) Andrew paused for a moment thinking about what had happened while they had been docked. He was slightly glad to be away from Geneva and on the start of a new mission. He enjoyed being out in space it was what he was use to. He quickly tidied away the PADDs and went to see how the rest of sickbay was getting on. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Personal Quarters - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 06:30) Calvin had gotten up 30 minutes ago. It seemed the early wakening was beginning to become a normal routine for him...again. He ate quickly as he always did. He had always been told about his fast eating habits, but never really cared to do anything about it. After eating he sat up a few stands for him to do his physical therapy on. Calvin could really feel the strength coming back into his legs and arms. The pain was also slowly going away. He felt better everyday he did his exercises. Going through his exercises he began to think about the Spectre and its crew just like he had been doing for a short while now. The Spectre had been docked at Geneva which meant that there was a lot of R&R. That R&R restricted Calvin from meeting the rest of the senior officers on the Spectre. They had finally left Geneva, and leaving it meant leaving behind his court martial for the time being. Also he knew that now he would be able to, at least he hoped, to meet the dynamic staff that he had continued to read about during his down times. A little over halfway into his exercises he received a message, but Calvin asked for the computer to read aloud. After hearing the message, he quit his exercises earlier than he was suppose to. He would need to look his best the first time the entire crew sees him. He cleaned up and put on his best fitting uniform. (Reply None) (Posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Spectre – Holodeck 2 – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 06:35) “You’re too slow.” Laughed the man known as ‘Yagura’. “You’ll still feel me.” said Chuck wiping the sweat from his forehead with a bear arm. “No, we’ve not been at it but a few minutes and you’re already spent.” Said Yagura. Yagura made a swift movement with his arm and his Kitana slipped into it’s sheath. The rather large man’s kimono twisted as he moved. “You’re wrong … I can take it.” Said Chuck breathelessly. ~He might be right.~ “You should be taking it easy on the shoulder.” Said Yagura standing up straight and folding his arms. “No, it’s fine!” yelled Chuck. Chuck’s uniform jacket lay at his feet he withdrew a kitana from the sand. “again!” “Alright … your broken bones.” Shot Yagura. Chuck charged. There was no talking anymore. Chuck and Yagura cut in the air trying to make their blades enter the others body but neither could come close enough. Yagura advanced on Chuck’s footing. Put to his heel Chuck couldn’t gain a decent footing. “Yah!” Chuck protested. Yagura’s kitana entwined with his own and not being able to resist the movement and stay on his feet Chuck’s kitana released from his hand. It fell to the sand with a short ‘thunk’. “I thought you said you could take this.” Said Yagura. One of his sandled feet slipped over top of Chuck’s Kitana on the ground. Disarmed, Chuck really had no choice … he chose the only option. He curled himself and buried his left shoulder in Yagura’s chest. Yagura’s eyes expanded as he realized what was happening. The pressing tackle had very little momentum due to the close proximity but the effort was rewarded. Chuck felt pain in his shoulder but at least it stayed in joint … that was more than it was doing a few days ago. Therapy was helping. The plump and clean-shaven Yagura toppled over on himself. He wasn’t down long but it was long enough for Chuck to recover his kitana. “I believe you are getting better, Donaldson- Son.” Yagura smiled, still brandishing his kitana. Chuck adjusted his uniform pants and tapped his kitana on his shoe. Chuck reached for his Wakizashi (sidearm) and a slight pain in his left shoulder prevented the movement. He made circles with his arm to alleviate the pressure, it felt like a cramp but Chuck knew it was the remainder of tissue damage and scar tissue from his recent injury. NRPG: This is going somewhere, I swear, lol. RPG: (reply none, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Main Engineering - ACEO Ensign Jacqueline Bristed - 06:38) Jacqueline didn't really want to go to a meeting. It was too early, and frankly she would rather avoid anyone with pointed ears and arched eyebrows. Anyone who could be said to vaguely resemble Vashan, to be specific, and "vague" was a key word in that description. She'd opted to keep the black eye he had dealt her, a reminder to herself of what he had done should she somehow decide to give him a second chance. "Is there any good excuse for me not to go?" she wondered aloud. (reply H'Chir, IYW) ~But I don't want to. Isn't that good enough?~ No, it really wasn't. She did say she wanted Starfleet more than Vashan. Now she had to live with the consequences. Including going to meetings she didn't want to attend. "Damn." (Reply None) (Posted by Siobhan) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 06:45) With the ship now well on course for it's destination, the Captain turned to the Doctor seated beside him in the customary First Officers position. The man looked uneasy being there right now & if the truth be known, T'Vhor was sure he would much rather have been back in Sickbay than here on the bridge taking the place of the man he had just left behind on Geneva. As it was though, the ship was now temporarily without a Bona fide First Officer & as such, Williams was the De facto replacement, for now at least. "Inform the senior officers that there will be a mission briefing in the conference room in one hour Lieutenant", said the Captain, resorting to his rank now rather than his official job description of medic. "It is to be attended by all department heads & their immediate seconds", he added, "the reasons will make themselves clear during the briefing" (Reply Williams) The Captain then stood & relinquished the bridge. "You have the bridge Lieutenant", he said walking off towards his ready room now but turning briefly to address his 20 once again before he had reached the door, "....have Agent Smith attend also please", he added almost as an afterthought before turning away & then entering his ready room proper. (Reply Williams, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters - Mark the Bunny - 06:45) The two foot, giver of food hadn't been back in FOREVER. He was STARVING. He had no salad, just a pile of hay, a bowl of pellets, a bunch of chew toys.. He was going to waste away to NOTHING. Worse yet, he was BORED. Mark sat up on his back legs to investigate the world around him, a new perspective, but no new bunny toys. Well, there was that box thing the two foot always stared at and poked. Maybe it would do something interesting. Mark peered around and considered his environment. He hopped to underneath the desk and shoved at the two-foot butt platform with his nose. Shove. Shove. Shove. He hopped behind it to periscope once more to eye the angles and distances. Satisfied with his work, Mark made a mighty leap up onto the chair. The chair rocked back and forth with the introduction of his weight, but the agile lagomorph stayed balanced, even if his world spun a bit. Shaking his head, Mark leaned back and studied the next step in the operation. He wiggled his bum to warm up his leaping legs and JUMP! He was on the desk with only one slight tactical miscalculation. Bunny paws have no pads, so bunnies on slick surfaces have no traction. Sliiiip went Mark, right into the wall, thud. Mark hopped around on spot several times, scrambling to keep his feet as he looked for the mean person who had shoved the innocent bunny investigating his domain. Finding no one, he let out a snort of bunny disdain and half-hopped, half-slid over to the box. It had pretty colours on its screen and was dancing lights. That was kind of interesting. And if he looked at it right he could see a ghost bunny in there! He peered, what a very handsome bunny. He leaned forward to groom the ghost bunny in hello , but the box chimed and beeped at him! Mark thumped his irritation. ~Shutup box, you'll scare off the other bunny!~ The door to the warren opened. Yay! The food giver was back. Mark turned, bum sliding around to match the direction of his forefeet. No two foot appeared. Mark's loppy ear perked forward as best as lop ears could. Ooooh. He started to hop down when the doors closed again. Mark thumped twice to tell the movable walls this was not acceptable behaviour! He considered the matter for several moments and turned back around to lick the box once more. Cheep, Chime, and the doors opened. Mark did a binky of glee, and instead of landing where he started, he leaped off the desk and ran out into the hall. FREEDOM! He then felt the strangest tingling sensation and he sneezed. He was back in his warren! The doors were starting to close, but that was okay, wasn't he the fastest bunny ever? Door swooshed open again as his nose came near. He was once more FREE and out in the world wide warren. But then that dratted tingling sensation again, another sneeze and he was back inside his warren! Thump, thump! This is not right! What strange thing could move a perfectly innocent bunny from the outside world back to his warren? There were no two foots near by, no scary things with big teeth, not even a strange man with a tall black hat and a cane! Thump! The doors closed with a confused and irritated rabbit on the inside. (Reply None) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CMO Williams - 06:48) ~What am I doing here. Where is my bio-bed. I want my sickbay~ Andrew looked around the bridge. He was trying not to show T'Vhor that he was uncomfortable in being there. It was not the fact that he did not like being on the bridge, it was the fact that he was partially responsible for the whole crew & not just sickbay. "Inform the senior officers that there will be a mission briefing in the conference room in one hour Lieutenant", "It is to be attended by all department heads & their immediate seconds" "the reasons will make themselves clear during the briefing" Andrew nodded. "Yes Captain." He watched as T'Vhor stood. ~where are you going you can't leave me here its so big~ "You have the bridge Lieutenant", ~I have the bridge. Ow my..~ "....have Agent Smith attend also please", ~Jo~ "Yes Captain." He watched as T'Vhor left him on the bridge. He looked around the bridge. It had suddenly got a lot bigger. He then shook himself and carried out his orders. He composed a message that he sent to every department head and there secondary. He then leaned back in the chair and forced himself to relax a little. ~I'm here for the next hour at least I need to get use to it~ (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Robbie Gray) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters - Mark the Bunny - 06:55) Giving up on the stupid ghost bunny and its evil tricks, Mark decided it was time to remark his domain. He chinned the furniture, he chinned the plants, he had a good dig in the dirt, sending it everywhere, he then chinned the walls, and the bathroom fixtures. Oooh, another secret tunnel! There were lots of those in the two foots world, and unlike the male previous two foot, his female two foot didn't block them off with cheating grids he couldn't chew through. Imagine, having things impervious to teeth! The nerve. Rub, rub, chew, pull, box, box, box. The panel came free. With a hop of glee and head shake of mischief, Mark climbed into the secret tunnel and went exploring. (Reply None) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre – Jynea’s Quarters – Ensign Bys’At - 7:00) NRPG: Lorna, if this doesn’t work for you I can modify it … just wanted to introduce our characters to the new FO. ;) RPG: Apparently the computer had experienced a temporary power-down on two decks due to some kind of short that had been traced to the personal quarters of the Junior Counselor. Bys’At had been assigned the duty of investigating the culprit. It wasn’t customary to enter private quarters but apparently there had been shorts there a few times before and there was sufficient probable cause for such activity. Bys’At entered carefully trying not to look around too much. He knew that the personal quarters of the junior counselor would likely be filled with all sorts of riveting items … and he didn’t want to enjoy them without company. It was lonely enjoying fantastic visions of unknown things by yourself, wasn’t it? Bys’At kept his eyes focused on his tricorder as he moved about scanning the walls. As he moved along the wall he could hear the sound of rustling inside the wall. When he would approach … the sound would recede … it was a marvelous ballet of activity. Bys’At smiled widely, the walls were apparently enjoying his presence … they were reacting to his every movement. It was wonderful. Suddenly, the tricorder began to blink and a little chirping sound emanated from the handheld device. “Hmmm … that’s strange … here is the disconnection.” Bys’At said leaning against the wall. He got on his knees to inspect the access panels along the floor. “You’ve been reinforced … a mystery.” Bys’At smiled wider, the prospect of a task worthy of his intellect excited him. He crawled along with bent knees and every few steps he tapped on the access panels. The familiar sound from within the wall responded with each thump. “How am I supposed to get you open if you’re reinforced?” Bys’At asked the access panels. They did not grace him with a response and their impertinence agitated the usually happy Vulcanoid. “Well, if that’s how you’re going to treat someone being nice … I’ll just have to find a way to get you open.” Bys’At said resolutely. The panels continued their silence. Bys’At vowed to return with the necessary implement to remove the reinforced panels. (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - The Walls of Jynea's Quarters - Mark the Bunny - 07:05) Mark was having a nap in his nice warm, buzzy, cheerful secret tunnel when he heard a tapping on the walls. He cocked his head and listened. Deciding it had nothing to do with him, he tried to go back to sleep, but the tapping continued so Mark thumped back. ~Quiet! I'm trying to sleep!~ The thumping didn't dissuade the irritant though, it just kept on tapping, and then there was some scuffling. Mark thumped a few more times to say ~GO AWAY!~ and finally it listened. Giving some more roots a couple chews, Mark turned around and flopped back over to the happy dream land where everything was made out of carrots and oats. It seemed mere breaths before the tapping started up again with a strange whirring noise. Now really, this was too much! Mark thumped loudly. ~Go AWAY! I'm trying to SLEEP!~ He chattered his teeth in irritation and gave the wall a very stern look. Then worst of all, LIGHT infiltrated! How dare it! BAD LIGHT! Mark darted away from the light but instead of running the way he'd come, he ran the other way to find the perfectly nice tunnel blocked by a wall. How inconsiderate these tunnel builders were! He turned again and ran back towards the lot and scented the two foot. The two foot was a male and didn't smell quite right. He was also twitchy, like a rabbit. Mark stopped and periscoped up on his back feet to stare at the two foot. Maybe he had food! Mark leaned forward, nose wriggling, ~Have food? Two foot have food? Starving bunny!!~ (Reply Bys'At, Any) (POsted by Lorna) (USS Spectre – Holodeck 2 – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 07:15) Chuck had continued sparring with the ever-witty Yagura. Chuck continued to feel pain in his shoulder but it was only a mild discomfort. Stretching the muscles seemed to help … a kind of self-inflicted, stress-enhancing, ‘therapy’. Chuck had been extremely weak for the last few clashes (the flow) but was now enjoying a moments respite (the ebb). His heart was pounding and his body was altogether sore … drawing his mind from the annoyance of his shoulder. Yagura had simply played with Chuck, he could have defeated Chuck easily but there was no sport or honor in that. Chuck was deciding what to do when the scene was interrupted by the ship’s computer. [The Captain has requested a meeting of all department heads as well as their immediate seconds.] said the computer rather listlessly. “Well, there goes the contest. We’ll finish this later.” Said Chuck, looking at Yagura. “Alright, oold friend, I await your return.” Said Yagura bowing and simultaneously putting away his kitana. Chuck’s fingers played along the handle of his Wakizashi. “Computer, close program.” Said Chuck bowing to Yagura. The room filled with the black squares with yellow trim. Chuck’s weapons had disappeared as well. He grabbed his jacket off the holodeck floor and threw it on. He tried not to move his left shoulder too much in the process but it hurt anyway. “Oh, and computer … reinstate holodeck safety protocols authorization Donaldson-Theta-Alpha-Epsilon-seven-seven-three-five.” Chuck turned and exited the holodeck. (reply none, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre – Jynea’s Quarters – Ensign Bys’At - 7:21) Having returned with a proton welder Bys’At was carrying a silver case and marching tall. The walls thought they could outsmart him and be discourteous. He would not let the insult pass. “I have returned … and I brought reinforcements.” He stated. So saying he set the case down on the floor and began assembling the welder. After of few moments of sweating and cutting the access panel closest to the electrical short fell free. It made a kind of clanging sound on the floor and the walls reacted violently. The scuffling noise seemed to go in circles from one end of the room, toward the opening, and then away again. “Yes, I’ve won … I’ve beaten you … you uncompromising antagonist.” Bys’At grinned. He wiped the sweat off of his face with the sleeve of his uniform. “Now, to find out just what happened to the wiring.” Said Bys’At peering into the darkness inside the panel. He removed a flashlight from the silver case and slinked down to a laying position inside the panle. It was just wide enough for his head and one arm to slip inside. The length of his extremity was rather annoying in the precarious position forcing him to hold the light diagonally upwards instead of straight into the panel. Bys’At heard movement inside the panel but could not turn his head quickly to see the cause. He made the difficult contortion and managed to catch a dark furry figure running back and forth inside the panel. “Who are you?” he asked innocently. (reply Mark the Bunny, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre – Jynea’s Quarters – Ensign Bys’At - 7:25) NRPG: He’ll probably want to run away after seeing he’s the FO on a ship full of nuts … RPG: The strange furry creature balanced slightly on its hind legs and sniffed the air in Bys’At’s direction. Bys’At was busily trying to aim the flashlight toward the thing to try and identify it. Try as he might he still could not get his arm turned around well enough in the small access panel to shine the light directly at the thing. It hadn’t responded to his earlier questioning and had simply begun to bounce from four legs, up to two, and back down to four. With what little bit of usable light there was Bys’At could see a few wires obviously chewed. “You like eating wire?” asked Bys’At. The strange creature backed away slightly at his words but crept closer after a moment. Bys’At inspected further and discovered that despite obvious scratching and chewing the ‘thing’ had not actually eaten any of the wire. “Well, I guess you didn’t like the taste after all.” Said Bys’At. The thing tilted its head to one side as if to say ‘I’m trying to understand’. The action forced a smile from the happy Vulcanoid. “You’d like to communicate … I thought for a moment you were being rude like the walls.” Said Bys’At. Bys’At reached his hand over to the now close creature. (reply Mark the Bunny) NRPG: Lorna, we can expand on this or make it short … I don’t know how Mark would handle such a direct activity. Would he bite or come running to be petted? I’m guessing it depends on his mood. ;) RPG: “Computer, what sort of creature is this?” asked Bys’At. [Creature is classified as … a Rabbit, or bunny, from Earth, present specimen is property of Junior Counselor Jynea Kreung … a house pet … named Mark.] The sound of the computer’s voice, although soothing, caused a vibration inside the panel. The ‘Rabbit’ named ‘Mark’ seemed to react violently to the rhythms. (reply Mark the Bunny) “Fantastic!” Bys’At blurted loudly, causing Mark to react again. (reply Mark the Bunny) “Oh, you are a peculiar little fellow, unlike any other creature I have ever seen or read about.” Bys’At smiled and petted the ball of furr on the neck and down the back. Bys’At’s arm began to ache and he hoisted himself out of the tight hole. (reply Mark the Bunny) “Since you’re obviously a very hungry thing … I will return shortly with some food …” A wide grin spread over Bys’At’s face. “Unless you would like to accompany me?” he asked politely standing in the open doorway. He gestured with his hand for the rabbit to exit first. (reply Mark the Bunny, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 07:25) Stepping into the room he saw a few officers who have already arrived. One of them he had already met. Thinking that doing a meet and greet before the meeting would be ill advisable he took a seat and would wait until after it was over. There was also a chance that the Captain would bring up the subject of him quickly in the meeting. Calvin thought that would at least let everyone know at the same time who he was. Now waiting for the minutes to go bye, he looked up from his PADD and noticed small black boxes on the table. He had seen many of the same looking boxes on a number of different ships and occasions. This meeting would be joyous, but he knew that the mission details had to be what this meeting was also about. Looking up at Captain T'Vhor, Calvin caught T'Vhor looking in his general direction. Calvin nodded and the Captain did the same. (reply, any, all) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters - Civilian Mark the Furry - 7:30) The two foot made mouth-noises like they all seemed to like to do and reached for him. Mark froze in place to make sure the humanoid wasn't getting grabby hands and decided he would let the long digits stroke his nose and rub his ears. After a suitable petting, but no food or treats seem to coming forth, the strange being started making mouth noises again. Mouth noises came from nowhere in response, but there was no one making them! Mark thumped and ran back into the tunnel and was once again greeted by the blocked off access. He thumped at the wall in irritation as the two foot made more noises. He turned to look suspiciously over his shoulder. It seemed the two foot didn't mean any harm and had gotten rid of the mouth talker who had no scent. So he hopped back. He was getting hungry, mouth talkers gave food sometimes. Mark sniffed him for food as the humanoid pet him once more. He was disconcerted by the two foot suddenly leaving and jerked back to make sure there was nothing about to attack.. but then the two foot made the magic 'food' noise which was *almost* as good as the magic 'treat' noise. Hearing the wonderful 'food' noise, Mark stuck his nose out again and the two foot stepped back with a gesture as if saying 'You first.' Well, apparently THIS two foot had a proper appreciation of who was the boss here! Mark hopped out, trying to keep foot flicks of disdain to a minimum, after all, if he the two foot believed he was worthless he might leave in despair before giving him the food. Food was very important since his tummy had been empty forEVER. The mini-lop made his way through the warren by scent to the wall that had the food giver. He sat up on his back legs and crossed his front paws in a gesture that always brought coo's and food from his two foot. Surely this two foot was trained to do the same? (reply Bys'At, any) (posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Counselling Department - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 07:38) Jynea was curled up on the couch in the waiting area of the counselling department, half-asleep, half-pretending to be reading the PADD in her hand. She should probably just give up and go to bed and get ready for beta shift later. She stifled a yawn. Yup, bed sounded like a grand idea. "Is there a reason you're not ready for the command meeting?" Asked a slightly too cheerful voice. ~What now?~ "I'm not a senior officer?" Jynea asked, hoping it was a legitimate reminder. "Hmm." Lieutenant Taxia looked over his shoulder, "How many counsellors do we have serving aboard the Spectre?" "Er, two." Jynea replied. "So that would make you the assistant chief, wouldn't it?" He continued. "But, technically.." She trailed off at his growing amusement. "Vulcans are always ones for technicalities, straighten the tunic, brush your hair and come on." Jynea held back a sigh, then wondered why she bothered since the Betazoid was perfectly able to read her emotional state from body language if not his natural empathy. "And this would also be why I have you doing all the command crap you hate so much, if something happens to me, you're next." He explained while she finger combed her hair. "So Doctor Williams pointed out." Jynea grumbled, "Do the whole ship a favour and stay healthy." (Reply None) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters – Ensign Bys’At - 7:40) Instead of exiting through the open door Mark stood on his hind legs and sniffed the air voraciously. He looked from Bys’At then back to the replicator. “Well, you’re the boss. I was going to get you some real food … but … you’re the boss.” Bys’At left the open doorway and it closed behind him. He stood for a moment in front of the replicator. Mark stood beside him continuing to make gestures with his front feet and sniff the air in the direction of the replicator. Bys’At grasped his chin firmly with his hand and closed his eyes. ~What does a rabbit eat?~ he thought. “PERFECT!” he finally yelled. (reply Mark) Bys’At rubbed his hands together at his genius. He knew just the sort of foods a small creature would need to grow. “Computer, french fries.” Ordered Bys’At. Ensign Morphy had introduced Bys’At to the American delicacy upon their first meeting. Certainly the creature would recognize such a brilliant stroke on his part. [Specify Quantity.] said the friendly female voice of the computer. Bys’At eyed the relatively small creature. ~He needs to do a lot of growing. But how much?~ thought Bys’At. “quantity … the relative difference between my size and the rabbit’s” said Bys’At. Without a word the replicator began producing french fries. Bys’At realized that he had not specified any form of containment for the fries. It would be alright … the creature needed to do so much growing that it wouldn’t have a problem consuming the balance. (reply Mark the HUNGRY) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Conference room - Captain T'Vhor - 07:40) Standing by the viewing ports of the conference room with his hands clasped firmly behind his back, the Captain stared out at the warp stars as they streaked silently by. In a short while, he would have the task of informing the senior crew of their mission orders & also, the no less important task of handing out the promotions & awards to those that had earned them during their previous mission to recover the President. This of course was one of the more pleasant tasks that a Captain had to attend to, not that a Vulcan such as himself could truly appreciate pleasure of course, but it did hold a certain something to see the appreciation the recipients showed upon their faces when finding themselves as beneficiaries of such matters. In an instance, he had turned away from the viewing port to take his seat at the table, a number of small black boxes laid neatly, one beside the other in front of him along with a PADD & a small file as he settled into his seat. Then he waited for the senior officers to arrive as requested. (Reply Any, All) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Conference room - CMO Williams 07:42) Andrew entered the conference room. He had handed the bridge over to the duty bridge officer who he had suspected had been getting a kick out of watching Andrew squirm in the hot seat. He had gone down to sickbay to get the latest department review from sickbay and had gotten the other departments reviews from the computer. He now at least felt he had a better idea how the ship was doing since they had left Geneva. He saw T'Vhor sitting at the head of the table with a PADD, a file and a number of small boxes. He nodded to T'Vhor as he sat down at the table. "Captain." (reply T'Vhor IYW) (reply T'VHor, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna & MXO Major Bruce Kowalski - 07:42) From the time they had been headed to the upper decks, the MXO & the Chief of Security had been exchanging notes on what their individual outlooks were on the as yet, undisclosed nature of their next mission. There was already talk of a possible defecting ship coming across the line of course & as such, the ramifications of such a mission had already been factored in by them both. At the moment though, nothing was definite although if Yelena was honest with herself now, she rather suspected that the MXO knew more than he was letting on. Her attempts to draw anything more than the rumours out of him however had proved fruitless, for all he would agree to was what the crew itself had heard through filtering rumours spreading throughout the ship. ~Damned secretive Marines~ thought Yelena as they entered the Conference room with a cursory nod of acknowledgment to the CO before then choosing their places, which turned out to be predictably opposite one another. All at once though, the MXO was going through the PADD he had brought with him, a look of knowing spreading upon his face as he did so whilst Vasilyovna bit at her lower lip in a frustrated manner. It didn't matter anyway, each of them would be aware of the full facts before leaving the room again & with that thought, Yelena stood & fetched herself a coffee from the replicator before returning to her chosen seat. Then she waited for the briefing to begin.... (Reply Any, None) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Conference room - Ensign (JG) Jynea Kreung - 07:43) She'd never been in a command conference room before and felt sorely out of place. Sure, her friend Andrew was here, but he was looking equally uncomfortable in the first officer's chair. "Is there assigned seats beyond Captain and FO?" she subvocalized to David. They'd long ago agreed she didn't care if he read her surface thoughts, but he still insisted she 'form them' as if speaking. First high-bred Betazoid she'd heard of who cared. The senior counsellor gave a slight shake of his head and gestured for her to sit wherever. She decided to sit next to Andrew in hopes they could give each other moral support. The blue shirts outnumbered everyone else so far - what was Starfleet coming to? (Reply any, any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Conference room – Agent Smith - 07:44) Jo had been slightly surprised when she had been sent a message to attend a meeting by the senior staff. She had been on the ship since it had left space dock and had transported her belongings back before they had left. She had not been given orders to leave the Spectre after she had docked by her boss. This meant that although her mission had ended she had not been reassigned. She had spent her time assisting security and spending time with the marines. She arrived and nodded to the Captain and the other members of the senior staff. She found a seat near the far end of the table and waited for the meeting to start. (Reply Any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - ACEO Ensign Jacqueline Bristed - 07:44) She tried not to look as reluctant as she felt as she came into the room. She also forced herself to make eye contact with the captain, not wanting him to think she was guilty or embarrassed around him or anything. She wasn't sure what she was feeling over the events that took place during shore leave, but it wasn't embarrassment or guilt, that she could say for certain sure. ~"for certain sure"? What's wrong with me today?~ "So, um, where should I sit?" she asked, trying to act in her normal, possibly a bit too casual manner. She felt like she was failing miserably. The black eye probably didn't help, and she wished she had done something about it now that she was here. (reply T'Vhor, any) (posted by Siobhan) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - Captain T'Vhor - 07:45) Once those that had been requested for the briefing had finally arrived, the Captain began in earnest, introducing the new face in the crowd to those established as Lieutenant Commander Capps, before then addressing each recipient of either a promotion or otherwise in turn. Attending to the promotions & such before the main briefing seemed the right thing to do, a logical culmination to both the end of their last & the beginning of their next missions so to speak. So, with this in mind, Captain T'Vhor turned to those assembled & began, interrupted only momentarily by the late arrival of Ensign Donaldson who quickly took his seat. The Captain then continued... "Gentlemen, Ladies. Before I begin with the mission briefing, I have a few promotions & awards to make", said the Captain turning then towards the Ensign to his immediate right. "Ensign Bristed, I am hereby authorized to promote you to the rank of Ensign Senior Grade with all privilege normally associated with said rank. In addition, I personally award you a commendation for services above & beyond the call of duty in returning the President to 52nd fleet command.", he added. "Congratulations Ensign Bristed", said the Captain as he passed the small black box containing the single gold pip towards her. (Reply Bristed) The Captain then moved on to the next recipient. "Ensign Kreung, you are likewise commended for your part in the Spectre's mission to return the President & are promoted to the rank of Ensign Senior grade with all the privilege associated with said rank", said the Captain whilst passing another of the black boxes containing her new rank pin towards her. "Congratulations Ensign" (Reply Kreung) "Ensign Donaldson", said the Captain moving thenceforth to the next in line who now seemed to be settled in nicely. "Since your arrival on board the Spectre you have proved to be a reliable & capable officer & a worthwhile member of Lieutenant Vasilyovna's team", he added, "in recognition of these facts, you are hereby promoted to the rank of Ensign senior grade with all due privileges associated with said rank." "In addition to this, the fact that you selflessly risked your life in the attempt to 'Disarm' our Ferengi friend, you are also commended for your actions. Congratulations Ensign" (Reply Donaldson) The Captain then moved on. "Ensign Goldsteen, you have not been with us for very long & did not see action against our enemy as such. However, your actions aboard since your arrival have shown you to be a more than capable officer & for this, I promote you to the rank of Ensign Senior grade. Congratulations Ensign", said the Captain as he handed another small box containing the gold pin that would denote his promotion. The Captain then addressed the CEO. "CEO H'Chir", said the Captain turning his attention now towards the long suffering Andorian seated to his immediate left & looking rather happy now that he had got his hands on a new warp core. "I am authorized now to promote you to the rank of Lieutenant with all the privileges associated with said rank. In addition, I wish to personally award you a commendation in view of your services to the ship since your return. Congratulations Lieutenant", he added, another black box duly handed over as he spoke. (Reply H'Chir) "Doctor Williams, it is with much respect that I am authorized to promote you to the rank of Lieutenant Senior Grade with all due privileges associated with the rank extended to you", said the Captain, "in addition, I wish to award you the Starfleet Achievement medal in recognition of your, almost Vulcan like ability to remain calm under great emotional distress, whilst attending your lifesaving duties in an utterly selfless & completely focussed manner", he added as he passed the Doctor his award & promotion with an appreciative nod. (Reply Williams) It was then to the one time odious Agent Smith that the Captain turned his attention. "Agent Smith", said the Captain, causing the woman to shift slightly in her chair now as he spoke. "Despite your initial reasons for coming aboard the Spectre, you served the ship & crew well during our last mission & risked life & limb on two away missions. With this in mind, I wish to offer you the chance of a commission in whichever department you may wish to join us", said the Captain. (Reply Smith) "I will see that the records show your choice, which will of course be effective immediately", said the Captain. Captain T'Vhor then turned to his StratOps officer Ensign Korak. "Ensign, in recognition of your bravery in returning our CEO to us & in view of the great personal risk you yourself endured in order to achieve this, I am hereby authorized to award you the Gold Lifesaving Medal as a mark of gratitude, along with a promotion to Ensign Senior grade", said the Captain, "congratulations Ensign". (Reply Korak) The Captain then settled back into his seat, the matter of promotion & award now over & the next agenda, quite literally in hand upon the PADD he now held before him. "And now to business...", he began. "The Spectre has been ordered to the Arachnid Nebula on an emissary mission to rendezvous with a possibly hostile vessel, the USS Alacrity", he added looking about the room now to guage the response of his remark upon each of those assembled before continuing on. Most knew of course that this was not a 52nd fleet vessel & that in itself raised a few eyebrows here & there. "The Captain of the Alacrity, one Captain Talasario, has been in contact with 52nd fleet command claiming his intention to defect with a number of vessels previously loyal to Admiral Doenitz's forces", said the Captain, "needless to say, this is not being taken on face value alone & the possibility still exists that this entire thing may be an elaborate ruse to gain access to the database files contained on board a 52nd fleet vessel", he added. (Reply Any, IYW) "It cannot be overlooked however, that should this prove to be a Bona fide request, then the information that we ourselves could receive via this defection, could prove invaluable to us in our quest to retake Earth & the other fallen worlds now under Admiral Doenitz's occupation", said the Captain. "It will take us three months at cruising speed to reach the Nebula, plenty of time to gather more data & update our situational awareness of these claims. In addition, I have been informed now that a combined strike to retake Betazed & then Sector Zero One soon after, is now in final planning & will be executed at, or sometime around the time of our rendezvous", said the Captain. (Reply Any, IYW) "As you can imagine, being in possession of data promised to us by Captain Talasario at this time, might prove to be a deciding factor in the outcome of our combined assault", he added, again looking around the room for any possible response so far to what was being said. (Reply Any, IYW) The Captain quirked his head slightly to one side, his hands clasping in front of him on the desk as he did so. "Our mission is completely confidential, in order to safeguard the Spectre the only ones aware of where we are going & what our mission details contain, are 52nd fleet command & the Alacrity itself", said the Captain. "It is imperative that this remains so", he added glancing towards Vasilyovna to indicate that security on the ship should be as tight as possible in regards this. Vasilyovna simply nodded in response as the Captain finalized his briefing with a request for comments or recommendations on anything he had already said thus far. NRPG: Possibly more to come.... (Reply ALL, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - ASC/TAC Ensign Goldsteen - 07:45) Alex arrived to the Conference room a few minutes before the Captain began speaking. He listened with one ear as he had not thought that he had been on the ship long enough to be eligible for a promotion. However he mentally perked up when he heard his name called. "Ensign Goldsteen, you have not been with us for very long & did not see action against our enemy as such. However, your actions aboard since your arrival have shown you to be a more than capable officer & for this, I promote you to the rank of Ensign Senior grade. Congratulations Ensign", said the Captain as he handed another small box containing the gold pin that would denote his promotion. "Thank you sir, " Alex said coolly taking the pin, but his mind began to work overtime. ~There is no way that I did anything that made me eligible for a promotion. The most notable thing I did was get my arm nearly burned off. Which means that there is an alternative method. The question is what.~ Alex managed to restrain himself from taking a suspicious glance at Kreung. ~I guarantee that she hasn't given up on fixing my moral ambiguity problem. I don't think she has enough pull to have something to do with this, but I should keep a closer eye on her activities all the same. And she wonders why I distrust counselors.~ Alex cut off his thoughts when he realized that he was woolgathering, and possibly making Kreung to worse than she was. He was too logical not to admit to himself that his innate distrust of counselors was influencing his thoughts, but he resolved to sort it all out after the meeting. "The Spectre has been ordered to the Arachnid Nebula on an emissary mission to rendezvous with a possibly hostile vessel, the USS Alacrity" he added. "The Captain of the Alacrity, one Captain Talasario, has been in contact with 52nd fleet command claiming his intention to defect with a number of vessels previously loyal to Admiral Doenitz's forces", said the Captain, "needless to say, this is not being taken on face value alone & the possibility still exists that this entire thing may be an elaborate ruse to gain access to the database files contained on board a 52nd fleet vessel", he added. ~I better try and find anything I can on Talasario. With luck their will be enough on his psyche that I'll be able to decide if he has a concrete reason for the defection or if this is more likely to be an elaborate ruse.~ "It cannot be overlooked however, that should this prove to be a Bona fide request, then the information that we ourselves could receive via this defection, could prove invaluable to us in our quest to retake Earth & the other fallen worlds now under Admiral Doenitz's occupation", said the Captain. "It will take us three months at cruising speed to reach the Nebula, plenty of time to gather more data & update our situational awareness of these claims. In addition, I have been informed now that a combined strike to retake Betazed & then Sector Zero One soon after, is now in final planning & will be executed at, or sometime around the time of our rendezvous", said the Captain. "As you can imagine, being in position of data promised to us by Captain Talasario at this time, might prove to be a deciding factor in the outcome of our combined assault", he added, again looking around the room for any possible response so far to what was being said. ~Unless this is an elaborate ruse in which case the entire attack will fail and we will be end up in some serious trouble.~ The Captain quirked his head slightly to one side, his hands clasping in front of him on the desk as he did so. "Our mission is completely confidential, in order to safeguard the Spectre the only ones aware of where we are going & what our mission details contain, are 52nd fleet command & the Alacrity itself", said the Captain. "It is imperative that this remains so", he added glancing towards Vasilyovna to indicate that security on the ship should be as tight as possible in regards this. "The length of the trip is going to make it hard to keep things under wraps. Word’s bound to get out … what do we do then?", said Ensign Donaldson. ~Misdirection obviously.~ "Word, as you say Ensign, will hopefully not get out in it's entirety as Security is now tasked with assuring that it does not", said the Captain, "the crew, as you know are already aware of some, but not all of the facts of our mission." "They know for example that our intentions are to rendezvous with another vessel, but they do not know which it is, or where the rendezvous will take place," said the Captain. "I am not one for keeping my crew in the dark unless absolutely necessary, but the fact remains that we have twice been the target of an unknown saboteur & it would be illogical now to assume that the culprit might not still be amongst us..." said the Captain. "For this reason, precise & identifiable details concerning this mission must not be revealed." he added. "This MUST be maintained" "If necessary however, misdirection is an option that is open to us, a careful probing of the situation in order to flush out any possible saboteur that may be amongst us", said the Captain, hoping now that this went someway into explaining the subtle balance that now existed in their situation. "Better yet," Alex said as an idea occurred to him. "Begin the misdirection immediately. Let slip what we are doing, but give the name of an entirely different ship in a different area. If we have a saboteur he may try to get a message out. If we are prepared there is a good chance he'll be caught," Alex gave a ghastly smile before coming to his favorite part of the plan "in which point the saboteur will be able to enjoy the benefits of interrogation." (reply any) (posted by Dan Black) (USS Spectre - Conference Room – CMO Williams - 07:48) Andrew looked up at the Captain as he started the meeting. "Gentlemen, Ladies. Before I begin with the mission briefing, I have a few promotions & awards to make", ~Good these people really deserved it~ "Ensign Bristed, I am hereby authorized to promote you to the rank of Ensign Senior Grade with all privilege normally associated with said rank. In addition, I personally award you a commendation for services above & beyond the call of duty in returning the President to 52nd fleet command.", "Congratulations Ensign Bristed", He watched the Captain passed a small black box containing the single gold pip towards her. (Reply Bristed) ~Good for you. Engineering has not had the most fun on times over the last mission~ The Captain then moved on to the next recipient. "Ensign Kreung, you are likewise commended for your part in the Spectre's mission to return the President & are promoted to the rank of Ensign Senior grade with all the privilege associated with said rank", said the He watched as the Captain passed a black box containing her new rank pin towards her. "Congratulations Ensign" Andrew smiled at Kreung and listened to what she had to say. ~Good for you. You might get to be a command counsoler yet~ "Ensign Donaldson", said the Captain moving thenceforth to the next in line who now seemed to be settled in nicely. "Since your arrival on board the Spectre you have proved to be a reliable & capable officer & a worthwhile member of Lieutenant Vasilyovna's team", he added, "in recognition of these facts, you are hereby promoted to the rank of Ensign senior grade with all due privileges associated with said rank." "In addition to this, the fact that you selflessly risked your life in the attempt to 'Disarm' our Ferengi friend, you are also commended for your actions. Congratulations Ensign" (Reply Donaldson) Andrew nodded at this. ~That’s true it was a bit hairy with our Ferengi friend then~ "Ensign Goldsteen, you have not been with us for very long & did not see action against our enemy as such. However, your actions aboard since your arrival have shown you to be a more than capable officer & for this, I promote you to the rank of Ensign Senior grade. Congratulations Ensign", The Captain handed another small box containing the gold pin that would denote Goldsteen’s promotion. ~That’s true. Good for you~ The Captain then addressed the CEO. "CEO H'Chir", "I am authorized now to promote you to the rank of Lieutenant with all the privileges associated with said rank. In addition, I wish to personally award you a commendation in view of your services to the ship since your return. Congratulations Lieutenant", he added, another black box duly handed over as he spoke. (Reply H'Chir) Andrew grinned mentally as H’Chir got his promotion. ~He really is much happier when he’s in engineering~ He saw the Captain look at him. ~Oh ow what’s this~ "Doctor Williams, it is with much respect that I am authorized to promote you to the rank of Lieutenant Senior Grade with all due privileges associated with the rank extended to you", ~Me um okay~ "in addition, I wish to award you the Starfleet Achievement medal in recognition of your, almost Vulcan like ability to remain calm under great emotional distress, whilst attending your lifesaving duties in an utterly selfless & completely focussed manner", he added as he passed the Doctor his award & promotion with an appreciative nod. “Thank you Captain.” He took the promotion and sat back down. It was then to the one time odious Agent Smith that the Captain turned his attention. "Agent Smith", Andrew smiled to himself as he saw Jo stirred slightly as her name was called. "Despite your initial reasons for coming aboard the Spectre, you served the ship & crew well during our last mission & risked life & limb on two away missions. With this in mind, I wish to offer you the chance of a commission in whichever department you may wish to join us", said the Captain. (Reply Smith) "I will see that the records show your choice, which will of course be effective immediately", Andrew grinned to himself. ~Good to know that she’ll be here for a bit longer~ "Ensign, in recognition of your bravery in returning our CEO to us & in view of the great personal risk you yourself endured in order to achieve this, I am hereby authorized to award you the Gold Lifesaving Medal as a mark of gratitude, along with a promotion to Ensign Senior grade", "Congratulations Ensign". (Reply Korak) He had not spent a lot of time with Korak but nodded to him. ~If it was not for him H’Chir would be in a worse condition then he is now~ "And now to business...", Andrew came out of his thoughts and listened to what their next mission was about. "The Spectre has been ordered to the Arachnid Nebula on an emissary mission to rendezvous with a possibly hostile vessel, the USS Alacrity", ~The Alacrity that’s not one of us~ "The Captain of the Alacrity, one Captain Talasario, has been in contact with 52nd fleet command claiming his intention to defect with a number of vessels previously loyal to Admiral Doenitz's forces", ~This could get nasty~ "needless to say, this is not being taken on face value alone & the possibility still exists that this entire thing may be an elaborate ruse to gain access to the database files contained on board a 52nd fleet vessel", (Reply Any, IYW) "It cannot be overlooked however, that should this prove to be a Bona fide request, then the information that we ourselves could receive via this defection, could prove invaluable to us in our quest to retake Earth & the other fallen worlds now under Admiral Doenitz's occupation", said the Captain. "It will take us three months at cruising speed to reach the Nebula, plenty of time to gather more data & update our situational awareness of these claims. In addition, I have been informed now that a combined strike to retake Betazed & then Sector Zero One soon after, is now in final planning & will be executed at, or sometime around the time of our rendezvous", ~So were not going to be there for the big push. That’s a pitty~ (Reply Any, IYW) "As you can imagine, being in position of data promised to us by Captain Talasario at this time, might prove to be a deciding factor in the outcome of our combined assault", (Reply Any, IYW) "Our mission is completely confidential, in order to safeguard the Spectre the only ones aware of where we are going & what our mission details contain, are 52nd fleet command & the Alacrity itself", "It is imperative that this remains so.” Andrew suddenly remembered something that was gnawing at him through the whole meeting. ~I’m not FO. He gave me a promotion to Lieutenant but not first officer. Some one else must be coming to take the position.~ Andrew was not sure whether he saw sad or relieved. He had thought that he would be automatically be first office as he was Second officer. But as he was constantly reminded. Starfleet works in strange and mysterious ways. He looked back at the Captain as he continued his briefing. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Conference room – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 7:48) Chuck entered the conference room and everyone looked at him. He rubbed his shoulder as if in explanation and quietly took his seat between Vasilyovna and the new guy … Goldsteen? He acknowledged the Captain but his mood really brightened when he saw Jynea in her usual hair-brained attitude. He knew she was more together than she appeared. He always enjoyed the show. Chuck had been briefed on the sad fate of the FO. The most he had ever heard from the man was a brief but heated encounter on the bridge. All the same, it was sad to see. Doc Williams sat near the Captain, Chuck wondered if the “Interim FO” would hold the position or simply let it pass into other hands preferring sickbay to bridge. Could a Doctor really command a ship … and run sickbay? Chuck had no answer. Letting all of those ‘heavy’ thoughts escape into the ether, Chuck leaned back in his chair. ~Maybe we’ll finally catch a whiff of what our little part is in the ‘war theater’.~ Chuck eyed the little black boxes T’Vhor was apparently hoarding. ~I hope he brought enough for everybody.~ Chuck thought smiling. (reply any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 07:50) Jynea was still smiling her congratulations to Ensign Bristed when the Captain started speaking yet. "Congratulations Ensign" he said to her. "Er, what?" Jynea said brilliantly, "I mean, thank you Sir." She said taking the pip with some mystification. She hadn't DONE anything! Lose her rabbit a couple of times, offer some cheer ups to overworked engineers, carried a few sandwiches, organized a couple get togethers. Nothing particularly strenuous or requiring a promotion! She smiled to herself though, as she affixed her new rank, but she wasn't going to argue with the Captain, however.. this time. (Reply None) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Conference Room – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 07:52) "Ensign Donaldson", said the Captain pausing. Chuck had been reclining and now sat forward in his chair at the Captain’s address. "Since your arrival on board the Spectre you have proved to be a reliable & capable officer & a worthwhile member of Lieutenant Vasilyovna's team", he added, "in recognition of these facts, you are hereby promoted to the rank of Ensign senior grade with all due privileges associated with said rank." ~All this for a new button.~ thought Chuck opening the box as it was passed down to him. Chuck smiled as he adjusted his collar ~I love Starfleet.~ "In addition to this, the fact that you selflessly risked your life in the attempt to 'Disarm' our Ferengi friend, you are also commended for your actions. Congratulations Ensign." Chuck’s thoughts brought him back to that insane first day. Let’s see … malfunctioning commbadge, a hand injury, goofy ferengi, first meeting Serixs … it all came back. “Thank you, Captain.” Chuck replied. The words came out colder and slightly more childish and awkward than he would have liked. The Captain had that effect on him, he still hadn’t gotten used to the man. Chuck’s eyes fell on Vasilyovna. He knew the Captain hadn’t been in the same room with him for more than maybe half an hour at a time. The Security Chief must have recommended him for the promotion. ~After all of my major screw ups she still recommended me for promotion.~ thought Chuck. There had been the incident with H’Chir and then the whole Geneva thing. Two major mistakes had occurred due to his over-curious nature in the last few months. Why had she recommended his promotion? He realized to his own chagrin that he had been staring at the Lieutenant. He looked up at the wall and sat back in his chair to recline with his hands resting on the chairs arms. (reply T’Vhor, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 07:52) During the entire meeting Calvin sat silently except for the small portion in the beginning when the Captain did indeed introduce the Lt Cmdr to the rest of the crew. Calvin was glad that the Captain had done so. He thought that it would now be easier for him to introduce himself individually to the rest of the crew. Captain T'Vhor then quickly went on to the promotions, and award ceremony. There were a lot of these to give away Calvin felt. About half way through the ceremony, and he noticed more black boxes on the table. Still he clapped for everyone, and was truly happy to see bright officers receiving what they deserved and had worked so hard for. After the ceremony you could almost see a different 'expression' on T'Vhors face. It of course always looked like the same expression, but when the Captain spoke the words "and now to business" you could tell that he was setting up a different environment. Minutes into the detailed explanation of their new mission, Calvin knew exactly why that environment sense had changed so dramatically. Once again this ship was heading into a dangerous situation. A mission with a number of different outcomes which were mostly against the odds of coming out alive for the Spectre. Never the less, the gains of the mission could reap even greater gains in the larger scheme of things. That exact reasoning is what made Calvin and his first true love, Elizabeth, break up months ago. She, like him, served for the 52nd fleet. But Calvin would always put the 52nd first before her. He had also thought that he would have done the same in terms of his family, but only weeks ago did he realize that that was not the case. For he was court marshaled for breaking communication laws to reach his family behind enemy lines. Here and there the Captain gave short pauses for anyone to respond if they wanted to. Calvin, at the time, had no questions that necessarily needed to be answered immediately. He simply listened for the rest of the report, and continued to make notes on the PADD that he had brought. He was extremely excited to once again start a new mission. (reply any, all) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Spectre - Conference Room – Agent Smith - 07:54) "Agent Smith", Jo stirred as her name was called. She had only half been paying attention to what had been happening around her. ~Me, what ow yeh~ "Despite your initial reasons for coming aboard the Spectre,you served the ship & crew well during our last mission & risked life & limb on two away missions. With this in mind, I wish to offer you the chance of a commission in whichever department you may wish to join us", said the Captain. Jo paused before she answered. Then stood and looked straight at T'Vhor. "Thank you Captain. I will accept your commision and request to be placed in security." She gave Vasilyovna a glance. ~Hope she does not mind~ "I will see that the records show your choice, which will of course be effective immediately", Jo nodded and sat down. She was slightly stunned about what had happened. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 07:58) Jynea was kind of in awe of how Captain T'Vhor managed to change the whole mood of the room from rewards and congratulations to one of business, without deflating anyone, detracting from anything but just changing their focus. She wished she had that ability to lead for a heartbeat, but then realized, if she had it, she'd have to use it. She was much happier being a cog in the machine than she was being at the head of crowd; mixed metaphors aside. "The Spectre has been ordered to the Arachnid Nebula on an emissary mission to rendezvous with a possibly hostile vessel, the USS Alacrity", The Captain explained of their next mission. Jynea wondered if this was going to be common knowledge and exchanged a glance with Taxia. Lot of nervous people coming up shortly if it was. It was pretty scary to think of any vessel of Starfleet being hostile to another. How delicate a house of cards their society was, how easily it came down when something from the inside flicked its fellows, but how strong it was from the top. Jynea let the details of the mission and war flow around her to watch the officers in the room and their reactions. Even if a counsellor was called in to evaluate the honesty of the others, it would be the telepathic Taxia, not the limited junior officer. He had to know what was going on, it was her job to know how the crew was reacting. Three months at warp. She hoped people got their restless out on Geneva, they would be spending a lot of time in each other's space with little outside stimuli. She'd have to remember to ask Ops if they could broaden what they stripped from the general communication and entertainment nets, or if that was a risk to security. A few new holo-novels halfway through flight could go a very long way. "Our mission is completely confidential, in order to safeguard the Spectre the only ones aware of where we are going & what our mission details contain, are 52nd fleet command & the Alacrity itself", said the Captain. "It is imperative that this remains so", T'Vhor glanced towards his security chief to underlie the importance of this. Jynea wasn't quite sure who outside the vessel they'd be telling, but forewarned is forearmed. She had to wonder how much of the Alacricity's crew knew, or if there'd been a 'sudden change of command' to go with the about face of loyalties. And how could you trust someone who changed colours in the face of loss, anyway? All the morale officer *really* knew was she was very glad she wasn't the one having to figure all this out! (Reply any, all) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre – Strategic Holodeck – Corporal Houseman - 08:00) Houseman levelled his Angel MkII and launched a grenade down the corridor. It bounced off the far wall and went round the corner where it exploded. He grinned ~Got yah~ He watched as the smoke cleared. He heard the sound of feet pounding on the floor. He raised his weapon and glanced over at Rameriz who was manning the check point with him. “Looks like we are getting some company” (reply Rameriz) Houseman looked forward as movement caught his eye. A group of enemy soldiers came sprinting round the corridor. The closest one soldier fell to the ground as Houseman put a bullet in his brain. He switched to semi-automatic and opened fire. ~Better call it in. Hope O'Hara's got some one to spare~ “Houseman to O'Hara. Were are at check point X-ray delta 4. Have contact. Repeat have contact.” (reply O'Hara) (reply Rameriz,O'Hara,any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Strategic Holodeck - Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 08:02) Holo-Rameriz was just as manic as real life Rameriz. He didn't question why they were on the mission, why he'd been summoned or even why they were using old fashioned projectile weaponry instead of phasor rifles. He was just happy to be there and causing destruction. "Looks like we are getting some company" "Aww.. and dere go the plans for my nap!" Rameriz replied with glee checking his weapon and flipping off the safety. Houseman looked forward as moment caught his eye. A group of enemy soldiers came sprinting round the corridor. The closet one soldier fell to the ground as Houseman put a bullet in his brain. He switched to semi-automatic and opened fire. Rameriz let Houseman get off his first burst before following up with his own. It was liking shooting moles with a hammer! "Houseman to O'Hara. Were are at check point X-ray delta 4. Have contact. Repeat have contact." =/\= Copy that House, we are closing in on your three, the scope is showing six, repeat six more hostiles in addition to your logged contacts moving in staggered formation Eight metres to your ten....Do you concur?" =/\= said Lewis (Reply Houseman, Any) "You should have a visual very soon House", added the Corporal. (Reply Houseman) "It's all boring and work until someone loses an eye," Rameriz observed philosophically as they waited for the next batch of targets to appear. (Reply Houseman) "Hey, Chico, see our new playmates?" Rameriz called softly with a nod in the direction of the creeping up enemy. (Reply Houseman, if any) Rameriz was technically the higher ranking marine, but he wasn't a member of the platoon and he wasn't given the lead, so he just waited for Houseman's actions to speak for orders. (Reply any) The sound of a grenade exploding and the following wet thumps of mother nature's reaction to thermal dynamics made Rameriz giggle. He couldn't help it, there was nothing more satisfying than blowing up the obviously mismatched bad guys. He opened fire on the idiots who turned around to figure out what had just happened to their six. =/\= I got your three Houseman, your 'go' to take the prize.", =/\= said O'Hara, sounds of his teams fire coming across the communication net. "Eh! Woot!" Rameriz said, jumping up and tucking the book he'd been reading into his back pocket. While the average person would be stunned Rameriz knew how to read, his few friends wouldn't have been startled by the title of "A weekend with the SAS". Rameriz got his second best glee reading up on new-old fun ways to create havoc amongst the enemy. (That was Rameriz for 'lead on' .. Reply Houseman :) The true advantage of Rameriz's size, for all that he liked being underestimated in bar fights, was he could just follow in the spaces Houseman made through the mess around them. The disadvantage was he was often the only one who could fit through small places to widen them for the team following. Rameriz looked at the door, "Aww man," he whined, they couldn't just blow it up, they were here to rescue some muckety-muck who might be in range on the other side. "Now I see's why you wanted Rameriz." he muttered as he accepted the boost from Houseman and hauled himself into the duct system. "I don't gets paid enough, man!" he continued to complain to himself as he crawled through the insect infested works. "Who came up with this program?" He griped, "Musta been a sarge." He disarmed a sensor net with his boot knife. He wasn't much worried about the bad boys knowing they were here.. not like a few thousand explosions hadn't already done that. He was, however, not wanting to be shredded by the defence system in the ducts. "Oh sure, can't take care of the crawlies making their home in my pants now, but will take out a perfectly nice marine." He grumbled as he crawled past it and gave the duct a good shove before somersaulting out. He then immediately hit the deck as the guards opened fire. "Heya Housie, I got friends in here. We gots two.." Rameriz rolled and scrambled for cover. "Oopsie, makes that four, unfriendlies with really big guns." He popped up over the crates for a moment, "But looks like da Admiral whats-his-face is A-okay!" (Reply Houseman) "Hey man, I can'ts even see the door." Rameriz looked around and spotted the offending door. "Why don'ts we ever bring lock picks on these missions man? I mean, find a nice thief on Luna city, press him into the marine corps, make him Rameriz's new best friend.." The Spaniard continued to complain as he grabbed a crate and threw it at the nearest gun man and then scrambled across the room. "Son of a BITCH!" Rameriz gasped as he made it to the door, "He shotted me!" His choice was between shooting back and getting the cavalry in here. He shot the doorplate. The door lurched half open, meaning two of the twinkle toes changed focus to the marine squad that may be shoving their way in. "Crap man, sorry, its not opening further and I'm pinned down." Well, he had one leg burned nastily and not responding or sending anything but "OW!" But that was okay, he still had two perfectly working arms. So he opened fire to send the enemy diving back for their own cover. "I gots cover between me and the door if you wanna throw in any party toys!" (Reply Houseman) (Reply all, any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre – Strategic Holodeck – Corporal Lewis O'Hara - 08:04) Moving through the intricate maze of corridors, O'Hara scanned ahead, his III-C's TACOM automatically updating the active contacts as he went. Six new blips had just appeared on his scope, relayed as they had been to his Pallas helmet HUD & now showing as thirty metres directly ahead of him & his team. In an instance, the Corporals arm was raised to signal those behind that contact was once again imminent. Everyone crouched to the ground briefly as the Marine com system crackled into life once again. =/\=Houseman to O'Hara. We are at check point X-ray delta 4. Have contact. Repeat have contact.=/\= "Copy that House, we are closing in on your three, the scope is showing six, repeat six more hostiles in addition to your logged contacts moving in staggered formation Eight metres to your ten....Do you concur?", said Lewis as he quickly gave the signal to his team behind that they were moving once again. (Reply Houseman, Any) "You should have a visual very soon House", added the Corporal as his team edged further up the corridor, the smoke from a previous encounter now rolling down through it like some bizarre spectral apparition intent on encircling them & devouring them in their entirety. (Reply Houseman, Any) It had all fallen eerily quiet now, the sound of their own breathing now exaggerated within their Pallas helmets as they advanced. Then all of a sudden, the retort of, 'Fire in the hold' & a flash bang filled the area ahead to signal that Houseman's team had just made contact. Within seconds the sounds of phaser fire was bouncing around the corridors & O'Hara's III-C had gone from a ready position slung across himself, to a shoulder mounted engagement position just prior to joining in the conflict. O'Hara raised his arm again to perform a number of quick movements that to the untrained eye were little more than an haphazard dance of non-conformity, to those behind him however they spelled out tactical positioning & strategic placement details & within seconds, the Marines were moving, two by two on opposite sides of the corridor, their own requisite hand movements indicating to those behind that their forwards aspect was clear after each move until such time as they too had a visual on the enemy, albeit from an entirely different angle to Houseman's team. Immediately, a grenade was tossed towards the rear of the defending enemy, Newtonian law following form as reaction followed action, to result in arms & legs detaching from their relevant torso's & then landing with wet, messy splats here & there as both teams began converging. "I got your three Houseman, your 'go' to take the prize.", said O'Hara as the firefight escalated, seemingly at an exponential rate now. (Reply Houseman, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre – Strategic Holodeck – Corporal Houseman - 08:07) =^=Copy that House, we are closing in on your three, the scope is showing six, repeat six more hostiles in addition to your logged contacts moving in staggered formation Eight metres to your ten....Do you concur?=^= Houseman looked at his tacscanner. The number of blips were growing and were moving in his direction. He fired a short burst at the enemy causing them to seek cover. “Copy that.” He called to Rameriz. “Looks like we’ve got company.” (reply Rameriz) =^You should have a visual very soon House=^= “Copy that.” He ducked as a phaser shot nearly missed his head. He looked over at Rameriz. “Shall we show them how to be a proper marine?” (reply Rameriz) With that Houseman launched himself over the barricade firing as he went. As Houseman reached the first enemy soldier he yelled. “Fire in the hold” He launched a flash bang that bounced over the enemy and his faceplate darkened as it reacted to the bright flash. The enemy soldier dropped to his knees as he was blinded and deafened by the grenade. He knocked him unconscious with the butt of his rifle. As they rounded the corner as a grenade went off. He saw it decimate the group of enemy marines. =^=I got your three Houseman, your 'go' to take the prize.=^= “See you there. O’Hara” He stepped through the mess of body parts and charged the last of the enemy soldiers. (Reply O’Hara,Rameriz Any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Conference Room – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 08:10) NRPG: hope this works. RPG: ~Aha! Finally a mission I can sink my teeth into!~ thought Chuck ~no more ‘disarm the explosive ferengi’ it’s all real combat now … therapeutic.~ "Our mission is completely confidential, in order to safeguard the Spectre the only ones aware of where we are going & what our mission details contain, are 52nd fleet command & the Alacrity itself", said the Captain. "It is imperative that this remains so", he added glancing towards Vasilyovna to indicate that security on the ship should be as tight as possible in regards this. Vasilyovna simply nodded in response as the Captain finalized his briefing with a request for comments or recommendations on anything he had already said thus far. Chuck had noticed Jynea and the strange Taxia getting increasingly uncomfortable with the likely possibility of their mission leaking to the general crew. Before anyone could comment Chuck was on his feet. “The length of the trip is going to make it hard to keep things under wraps. Word’s bound to get out … what do we do then?” Chuck looked at T’Vhor. Chuck frowned a little when he realized he had simply voiced what others were probably thinking. His nature had overburdened the Dabo players rule of survival … Remain Unnoticed. He should have just let someone else ask the burning question. (reply T’Vhor, Vasilyovna IYW, Kreung IYW, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Conference Room – Captain T'Vhor - 08:11) "The length of the trip is going to make it hard to keep things under wraps. Word’s bound to get out … what do we do then?", said Ensign Donaldson. It was a good question & one that the Captain could sense was hovering within them all now as he cleared his throat briefly, & then addressed the Ensign's query as best he could. "Word, as you say Ensign, will hopefully not get out in it's entirety as Security is now tasked with assuring that it does not", said the Captain, "the crew, as you know are already aware of some, but not all of the facts of our mission." "They know for example that our intentions are to rendezvous with another vessel, but they do not know which it is, or where the rendezvous will take place," said the Captain. "I am not one for keeping my crew in the dark unless absolutely necessary, but the fact remains that we have twice been the target of an unknown saboteur & it would be illogical now to assume that the culprit might not still be amongst us..." said the Captain. "For this reason, precise & identifiable details concerning this mission must not be revealed." he added. "This MUST be maintained" "If necessary however, misdirection is an option that is open to us, a careful probing of the situation in order to flush out any possible saboteur that may be amongst us", said the Captain, hoping now that this went someway into explaining the subtle balance that now existed in their situation. (Reply Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Strategic Holodeck- Corporal Houseman - 08:22) "Eh! Woot!" Houseman grinned as he watched Rameriz stuff a book that he was reading into his pocket. “Lets go.” They came to a solid looking door. ~looks too hard to blow~ "Aww man," ~My thoughts exactly~ "Now I see's why you wanted Rameriz." Houseman gave him a boost. "I don't gets paid enough, man!" ~You don’t get paid at all your just a hologram~ Houseman watched as Rameriz crawled into the duct "Who came up with this program?" He griped, "Musta been a sarge." Houseman shook his head as he heard Rameriz’s muttering fade down the duct. ~Jeez if I knew he would moan as much as the real one I would have picked someone else~ A short time later Rameriz voice came over the comm. =^=Heya Housie, I got friends in here. We got's two..=^= =^=Oopsie, makes that four, unfriendlies with really big guns.=^= =^=But looks like da Admiral whats-his-face is A-okay!=^= “Good for you. Now open the door before you get that pretty face of yours blown off.” =^=Hey man, I can'ts even see the door.=^= ~Good for you. Now get off your fat complaining arse and open it~ =^=Why don'ts we ever bring lock picks on these missions man? I mean, find a nice thief on Luna city, press him into the marine corps, make him Rameriz's new best friend..=^= ~moan, moan, moan. Next time I’ll deactivate his vocal subroutines. I might get something done~ =^=Son of a BITCH!=^= ~Ow no he did not stub his toe~ =^=He shotted me!=^= ~Great hope they hit something unimportant. Like his voice box~ Houseman watched as the door lurched open but jammed a few foot off the floor. It was just enough space for him to crawl under. Just. ~Thanks mate. Great one there~ "Crap man, sorry, its not opening further and I'm pinned down." He heard Rameriz’s voice coming from beyond the door and then again over the comm system. =^=Crap man, sorry, its not opening further and I'm pinned down.=^= ~great now he’s in stereo. That’s just what I need. Twice the moaning~ He turned off his connection to Rameriz’s comm system. "OW!" "I gots cover between me and the door if you wanna throw in any party toys! “Understood keep your head down.” Houseman nodded to a marine standing near him. He unhooked two grenades from his webbing and activated the firing pins. He counted a couple of seconds “Fire in the hold!” He through them both under the door and stepped out the way for the other marine. He felt the concussion blast of the grenades as they exploded. With that he dived on to his stomach and scrambled under the door. He rolled right and came up in a kneeling position with his weapon jammed into his shoulder as he scanned the room for targets. The room was a mess bits of crates were scattered over the place. The ventilation system was straining as it tried to clear the room of the dense smoke that was swirling around. He only had a few seconds before the enemy soldiers would recover. “Moving” He ran forward. A figure appeared out of the smoke. He recognised that it was one of the enemy soldiers. He fired two shots into his torso. The soldier was flung back into a crate. “Contact” He heard gun fire around him and knew that his squad were engaging the enemy. He saw Doenitz appear in front of him. He was guarded by two soldiers. “Have Fluffy One in sight.” He had no idea why Doenitz’s call sign was Fluffy one. But that’s what it was for the moment. He shot the two guards in quick succession and closed on the admiral. With a cry of anger he slammed the butt of his rifle into the Admirals head. He dropped like a sack of potatoes. “Nice to meet you Admiral.” “Houseman to all call signs. Fluffy One is taken. I repeat Fluffy One is take.” (reply O’Hara) Houseman turned to see that the room saw clearing with smoke. “Hey Rameriz where have you and your skinny arse gotten to?” (reply Rameriz, O’Hare, any) (posted by Robbie) (Reply all, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Strategic Holodeck- Corporal Houseman - 08:24) Houseman turned to see that the room saw clearing with smoke. "Hay Rameriz where have you and your skinny arse gotten to?" "Where I gots after I got shot, man." Rameriz shoved over his cover with the butt of his rifle and hopped to his feet, using his weapon as a prop. He hobbled over to Houseman, "We makes a deal man, you buy the beer and I don'ts charge you with the bill for a new uniform." Houseman looked down at the chared wound in his leg. ~Dam they missed. How the hell could they have missed his head. I’ve seen smaller orbits then the amount of space his mouth takes up~ "Hiya Admiral." "Do Holo-heroes rate Corpsman?" ~Good idea I’ll get them to wire your jaw shut. No that won’t work he’ll just mutter and that would be worse~ "I thinks I'm just gonna sit down now." Houseman stood up and looked at his marine squad who were guarding the prisoners. “Hay Corpsman over here.” He saw a figure disengage from the group and moved towards them. "Oh, hey, I'm leaking." Houseman looked at the small puddle that had formed beside him. ~Amazing. The man’s bleeding like a burst dam and he still does not shut up. Reckon his jaw muscles are just hard wired to move up and down automatically~ "Stupid civvies, ray guns are supposed to cauterize the wounds!" ~Well you learn something every day. Yeh don’t get shot in the ass~ Houseman patted him on the shoulder as the corpsman arrived and began to work on Rameriz leg. “Don’t look too bad mate. Looks like you’ll be taking a trip to Sickbay. I hear the nurses are not bad looking?” ~Maybe Dr Williams can sedate him for something or give him a brain transplant. probably wouldn't work though~ (reply Rameriz) (reply Rameriz, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - Captain T'Vhor - 08:25) It seemed that most of the questions that were going to be asked had now been asked, & it was time now to get back to the task of running the ship again. Ensign Goldsteen's obvious suggestion of resorting to misdirection right from the very start had been a good one of course, but the Captain had chosen instead to wait until such time as they were part way through their transit to their destination. If misdirection had indeed been employed so early, then there was always the chance that their ploy would be detected before they actually arrived at the Nebula. Better to deploy a ruse when nearing their target than to risk the truth coming out so close to the missions start. So, with the briefing now finalized, the Captain stood & thanked them all for their attendance. "Let's get to work", he had said as they stood & then began filing out through the door, the Captain himself remaining by until the last of them had departed, just in case someone had something else they had to say of course. (Reply Any, None) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Strategic Holodeck - Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 08:26) =/\= Understood keep your head down. =/\= ~What? Does he thinks I'm gonna tap dance across the line of fire? Oh no, of courses not, stupid regs say we gotta warn each other like we have no sense of self-preservation!~ "Fire in the hold." "Such unenthusiasm, man.." Rameriz muttered trying to identify if he was losing blood or just lightly crisped. "You'd think he wasn't havin' any fun." he muttered to himself. The grenades blew with their usual devotion to duty and Rameriz got a crate bouncing off his head. Good thing he hadn't taken off his helmet, though his poor abused leg had a few things to yell when shrapnel bounced off it as well as his torso. Smoke and debris filled the room, hopefully they hadn't just turned their kidnap victim into a pin cushion, that'd probably look bad. =/\= Moving =/\= "Yeah, well, I ain't." Rameriz muttered, firing a burst of cover fire over the crates. Maybe he should have said 'You carry the piano,' that would have been funnier, but he got the feeling this fire team and squad didn't have a real big sense of ha-ha. More gunfire and sound of one of the enemy guards getting gacked. =/\= Contact =/\= Houseman said, declaring the obvious. Boy, Rameriz was gonna rewrite his program with Boostie, why shouldn't the tech rat have some fun instead of him? Hey, if he was a hologram, shouldn't he be without pain? What about safeties? Boy, he bet these boys were playing under live fire and sweatin' about it. Oh, hey, he had a med kit on his belt, someone did love Maria Rameriz's baby boy after all! He dug out a pain block patch and slapped it on his thigh. Not the most brilliant of moves, since slapping a burn wound was about as pleasant and swimming in lemon water. ~You've done brighter things, Rammy!~ =/\= Have Fluffy One in sight. =/\= Rameriz gave a manic giggle at that. Many of the officer pyjama boys used the word 'fluffy' instead of more interesting words when around their superiors. He was pretty sure Houseman knew this too. Hopefully the admiral in question didn't! =/\= Houseman to all call signs. Fluffy One is taken. I repeat Fluffy One is take. =/\= (reply O'Hara) Houseman turned to see that the room saw clearing with smoke. "Hay Rameriz where have you and your skinny arse gotten to?" "Where I gots after I got shot, man." Rameriz shoved over his cover with the butt of his rifle and hopped to his feet, using his weapon as a prop. He hobbled over to Houseman, "We makes a deal man, you buy the beer and I don'ts charge you with the bill for a new uniform." The pant of his left leg was charred into the wound. "Hiya Admiral." He wiggled his free hand in a gesture resembling a wave. He was a holo, the Admiral was probably a holo, he probably wouldn't lose grade over being so completely disrespectful of the supposedly superior officer. Personally, Rameriz thought the only thing officers were superior at was producing hot air. Even Cap'n Jin, for all that she was a hottie and an ass kicker tended to be more blab than action. "Do Holo-heroes rate Corpsman?" Rameriz asked, feeling a bit light headed. "I thinks I'm just gonna sit down now." He didn't quite fall onto the remains of a crate that would do as a seat. (Reply Houseman) "Oh, hey, I'm leaking." He observed, noting the trail. "Stupid civvies, ray guns are supposed to cauterize the wounds!" (reply Houseman, O'Hare, any) (posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Conference Room - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 08:27) Jynea listen to the various questions, suggestions and ideas. Really, she was pretty sure if the Captain hadn't had a magic pip to give her Lieutenant Taxia would have left her to her own devices. Not like she had anything useful to offer to the proceedings other than to stifle yawns and try to keep her eyes propped open. Oh, sure, getting promoted for doing nothing was pretty exciting, but even that wore off after a while. "Let's get to work", the Captain announced, standing and dismissing the crew. Jolted out of her half-daze by the standing of everyone around her, Jynea stood and joined the march for the door. ~Three months is a long time..~ She thought, eyeing the Captain as she waited to get out the door, ~A long time in which he can't claim we're at crisis every second of every day!~ As she got passed her C.O, Jynea had to stifle a sigh, ~Of course, stubborn man he is, he would probably claim that meditating in his quarters is both resting and relaxing. I must have been a bad bad girl in a past life to get stuck with THIS Herculean task.~ Once back on the bridge Jynea realized that it wasn't something she had to worry about immediately, however, she could take a nice long nap and consider it from a refreshed point of view. Maybe she could just start booking Captain T'Vhor holodeck time and making sure engineering charged him for energy use whether he used the deck or not. Or maybe she could write some holonovel that would be too intriguing for the Vulcanoid to resist investigating. What would that be though? The discovery of the Dewey Decimal system? Hmm. Maybe she should try and find out what the Captain's off-duty hobbies were.. assuming he had any! Since subtle reminders weren't working, she'd have to try to be a little less subtle but not crossing the line of disrespectful or disobeying. As she watched the turbolift doors close and the officers leaving the bridge announced their destinations, Jynea realized she could probably have chosen an easier life path after all.. (Reply Any, all) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Corridor - TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna & MXO Major Bruce Kowalski - 08:30) "So, will you let me in on what it is you know then Major?", said a slightly irate Russian Security Chief. "Excuse me Lieutenant?", said Kowalski, his brow furrowing now in confusion as the Chief looked on expectantly. "Oh come now Major, you clearly are party to more than your willing, or care to let on in regards this mission", said Vasilyovna, "we ARE on the same side after all & isn't it in both our interests to work together in this?", she added. The Major smiled, the smile breaking into a slight laugh as he contemplated what she had just said. "I assure you Yelena, I know as much as you do, nothing more", said Kowalski as they continued walking down the corridor. Vasilyovna was not convinced of course, the MTN always gave the Marines privileged information & this mission would be no different. Yelena shook her head slightly but resumed walking as the Major simply shrugged his shoulders. ~Oh what I'd give to be a Telepath right now~ "So the Tactical Net has given you no other indications other than what the Captain has already bestowed upon us then", said Yelena somewhat incredulously. The Marine shrugged again & pursed his lips together, his eyebrows rising slightly in a sort of comical, 'I know nothing' sort of manner as they reached the turbolift at the end of the corridor. "Sorry Yelena", said the Major as they both stepped into the lift itself. "Deck fourteen", said Kowalski, followed immediately by a "Deck Ten" from the Security Chief as the lift began it's descent through the decks of the ship. The two Officers said absolutely nothing during it's journey..... (Reply Any, None) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Science Labs - PO2 Suri Rapeet & Ensign Ardena Carrow - 08:30) They were under way once again and the two women had been avoiding each other for a week. Suri had finally decided enough was enough, these feelings; both mental and physical, weren't going away any time soon and it was more than time to deal with them. And since Ardena no longer had a space station to hide on, she cornered the scientist in her lair. She'd been expecting somewhat of a confrontation, but coming in she saw Ardena looking very tired and frustrated. The scientist looked like she hadn't slept in a week. Suri skipped all the things she'd been half planning to say and just settled for coming up behind Ardena to rub her shoulders. "You look like you've been having a rough time of it." She said after Ardena startled at her touch and then relaxed under the pressure of the technicians fingers. "I just can't identify why this DNA string is unravelling." Ardena answered. "I wanted to get it done before we were out of immediate communication range with Memory Prime, but.." She ground her teeth, "..it just keeps slipping away. Every time I think I have an answer.. its gone." "What's the string for?" Suri asked. She didn't know how much help she could really be, but sometimes a side-step helped people figure things out. "It's the bit that forms the osteocytes, a non-dividing cell that's part of the bone structure, for the Cardanian grouper fish. It's their main source of protein and food.. and with this latest disease, or whatever it is, they're losing their food supply rapidly." Ardena let out a puff of air that sent her bangs out of her eyes. "I was hoping I could help figure it out before it became an emergency." Suri wasn't quite sure how a fish without bones was necessarily a bad thing, but she supposed it probably needed them to swim. "I have faith." Suri said simply and planted a quick kiss on the top of Ardena's head, hands still resting on the woman's shoulders. She felt a lot of the tenseness leave Ardena's body. "Glad someone does, because *I* don't at the moment." Ardena reached up to clasp Suri's hand and closed her eyes to lean back in the chair, back of her head against Suri's torso. "I've been reviewing ever similar case Starfleet has records of, nothing even comes close. These strings are just.. dissolving." "Something new then?" Suri asked, afraid to move and lose contact. "Possible, but extremely unlikely. The universe tends to adapt, rearrange and manipulate rather than create new things from the cloth. I suspect I'm looking in the wrong places." "You look tired," Suri offered, to try and keep the longest conversation they'd had in a long time going. "I *am* tired." Ardena confirmed. She'd been working double shifts, trying to learn Vulcan paths from the Captain, and avoiding Suri. But, without Suri pressuring her, she was more than happy to relax in the other woman's company. Her lessons with the Captain were going poorly, she didn't want to lose her emotions, give up that sense of self, but her control was unravelling much like the DNA strings. T'Vhor had tried to explain it was a conquering, a control, not a giving up, but Ardena didn't agree. She was surprised at how patient he was being with her, all things considered. She didn't MEAN to fight the lessons, but they just all seemed to go the wrong way for her nature. The two woman remained silent for a long while. "I'm sorry I've been avoiding you." Ardena finally offered. "No worries, I figured it out, I think. You're not a fast mover like me and were feeling cornered and pressured." Okay, so a certain green skinned counsellor had figured it out, but she didn't think Ardena would really want to know she'd been babbling to the morale officer. "I'm happy to move at whatever pace you want." "Happy?" Ardena teased with a tired smile. "Okay, maybe not *happy* but willing.." Suri agreed, smiling. "Anyway, I just came in to see how you're doing, I'll let you get back to work." Ardena pulled Suri's hand forward and gave it a kiss, "Thank you." Simple kiss on a hand and her head was spinning. Maybe this whole 'take it slow' thing wasn't such a bad idea. Suri managed to mumble a coherent farewell and left the science department in a bit of a daze. She was now going to avoid Ensign Bristed until her feet got back on the ground or she'd never hear the end of it.. (reply any, any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Strategic Holodeck- Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 08:30) "Don't look to bad mate. Looks like you'll be taking a trip to Sickbay. I hear the nurses are not bad looking?" Jose wondered if they had holo-emitters in sickbay and if they were actually going to transfer his program, or maybe this Corpsman was a hologram or maybe the Corpsman was a real life medic but didn't know that Rameriz was a hologram or.. His head was starting to hurt. Obviously it was thinking too much again. Life was easier when the choice was a simple matter of how much explosive to use. "Hey chico, save the doctors and pretty nurses for the marines who need it." Rameriz finally said as he watched the Corpsman work. (Reply medic :) "Nono, I means I'm just a hologram, man. Just turns me off and remember to fix me before I'm loaded next time." Rameriz said then paused, "Unless, of courses, some loco made me an ongoing and developing program.. run in real time and all that.. then you's have to send me to sickbay while the EMH bitches about the time and waste of resources." (Reply medic/Houseman) "Really man? You put me into the compurter? You does love me!" Jose said with a big, teasing grin. "aww, I'd hug you Chico, but y'know, I'd hate to get your pretty uniform all dirty.." (Reply Houseman) "Transport away." Rameriz said happily, he couldn't wait to see the pretty nurses in Sickbay! (Reply Houseman/Medic :) (Reply all, any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Conference Room – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 8:32) The Captain’s apparent lack of a real explanation for Securities role in the current mission left Chuck cold. It amounted to … ‘just sit and wait’. Chuck liked T’Vhor but working with him seemed difficult. The ‘hurry-up-and-wait’ of military beaurocracy was just too frustrating. It reminded Chuck of a conversation he had had with a certain junior counselor on Geneva. Not willing to let the whole thing just pass him, Chuck decided that he would find out on his own just exactly what proactive measures could be taken to secure the ship during this dangerous mission. Since Chuck was still technically on a ‘Medical Dismissal’ thanks to the efforts of the CMO Chuck decided to take a break and relax in his quarters. (reply none, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Lance Corporal Jose Rameriz - 08:35) Holo-Rameriz didn't even feel a transporter beam. One moment he was in a smoke filled, debris strewn scenario, the next he was in a pristine and pretty sickbay. Unfortunately, they hadn't deactivated his sense of smell and the first thing he did was sneeze. "Gausenteit." The EMH said striding over, tricorder in hand. Jose was always confused why an EMH would need a tricorder. It was all the same computer wasn't it? Tricorder gave information to computer, computer processed it, spat out its diagnosis and the EMH did something. Or was this supposed to give some sort of comfort? Obviously whoever thought the EMH was capable of comfort had never been treated by it! "Ah, I see my plethora of talents are once again being used to be a glorified holo-program repairman." The EMH said snapping the tricorder closed. "I suppose this is part of the 'training exercise' and supposed to teach those of is in blue something." He sniffed. "Probably how supposedly heroic those of you in green are." While the EMH looked at him expectantly, Rameriz had nothing to say. He knew it would shock Houseman into next week, but his speech to minute ratio was entirely dependant on his life expectancy to minute ratio. "Well, here is my lesson for you. Duck." He turned and grabbed a collection of tools that manifesting themselves on a nearby tray. Apparently holo-supplies for a holo-doctor and his holo-patient. "You could also try wearing the provided armour." The doctor suggested as he grabbed Jose's leg and straightened it without so much as a by-your-leave. Rameriz grunted at the sudden pain, "Hey man, hard to crawl through the duct works with fifty pounds of protection." "Oh yes, much more important to get through and get yourself killed." The EMH observed dryly. "Try shoving it in front of you next time." "I thought of it, but time was of the essence, we had a live hostage. Dead or inanimate, well thens, I wouldn't have much worried about time, y'know." "Inanimate, my what a big word for such a small marine." the EMH pointed out as he applied the hypo. "Ah, here's Nurse Dowsy to supply you with your candy for being such a good boy." (Reply Dowsy.) Jose startled when he saw the green skinned Nurse. "Man, how many Orions are on this ship?" he muttered and tried to move out of casual distance of her, but the EMH just planted a hand on his chest. "Now now, don't be a close minded, bigoted, uncooperative marine." The EMH said, then added not-so-under his breath, "Not like there's any other kind." "Hey, I'm plenty cooperative!" Rameriz protested, still trying to escape. "I can tell." the EMH said dryly and applied another hypospray to Jose's neck. Jose fell unconscious backwards with a thump. The EMH looked satisfied. "I should have done that as soon as he arrived." he told Dowsy. (Reply Dowsy, if any) (Reply any, all) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre – Chuck’s Quarters – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 8:49) Chuck was finally settled in to his quarters and was sitting in his favorite chair scanning some security reports. Apparently there had been a power outage on a few decks earlier but it was nothing to concern Lieutenant Vasilyovna with … it had simply been a ‘Mark strike’ as they were being called by security. News of Jynea’s pet’s escapades had spread pretty quickly after this latest incident. Chuck smiled at the thought … he had wanted a pet once when he was younger but had settled for a holographic dog. He had gotten bored with it after a month and when its mobile emitter had worn out he simply didn’t have it repaired. He wondered what his parents had ever done with the device. Trying to bring himself back to the present Chuck thought about the conference. T’Vhor had been vague, even with his ‘trusted’ officers. Vasilyovna had been silent … not quite the expected reaction from someone who seemed to enjoy at least chiming in. The Russian was certainly strange, and it didn’t seem connected with her Russian heritage, it was just her. And … that Ensign Goldsteen … Chuck frowned. While Chuck had agreed, at least with the sentiment, such blatant sadism makes one wonder how an obviously very sick man was able to become an officer. Starfleet was obviously desperate during this Civil War. He had a feeling that he and Mr. Goldsteen would have a serious disagreement … eventually. Chuck wondered what he could do to pass the time. Thinking to himself was becoming an unfriendly activity and instead of thinking of daffodils and sunflowers he had begun to expand to ‘heavy’ thoughts again. Maybe he would try the holodeck. (reply none, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - Engineering - Captain T'Vhor - 09:00) =/\=Sir, we have received a subspace communique from Starbase Geneva, priority one=/\= "Relay to my location please Ensign", said the Captain. =/\=Message reads, USS Spectre... prepare to drop out of warp on signal from Starfleet Shuttle Warhol... First Officer Michael Ian O'Conner currently in transit to your flightpath=/\= The Captain raised an eyebrow quizzically, then he glanced to Lieutenant H'Chir standing nearby who had simply shrugged his shoulders & then returned to monitoring the warp flow rate on his console. "First Officer?", enquired the Captain. =/\=Yes sir, it seems he was appointed double quick. 52nd fleet want a full command team on this one=/\= The Captain paused briefly... O'Conner, this name was familiar to him. "Understood Ensign, scan for the Warhol & await further orders", said T'Vhor as he turned about & headed for the bridge. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign (SG) Jynea Kreung - 09:00) To say Jynea was relieved they had a first officer coming in was an understatement. As much as she liked Andrew, he wasn't happy on the bridge and the bridge was uncomfortable with him there. She had NO doubts that he could command a medical or science ship with ease, but a tactical ship like the Spectre? It was like putting a left boot on the right foot. Also, T'Vhor didn't seem to have a whole lot of faith in Andrew as a commanding officer of the Spectre.. which Andrew, of course, could pick up on. Any resident learned how to read body language from patients, a Captain was no challenge for the head of a sickbay.. even if the Captain was an overly stoic Vulcanoid. Having a full command team, even if one was new to ship and crew, was also a relief to the general crew on a mission such as there's. It seemed the Spectre crew was often 'kept in the dark' but all that meant was they knew when a mission was extra high risk. Any comfort provided helped. Of course, the fact that they'd apparently left without their new first officer amused her as well. It was nice to know HQ wasn't just bjorking her orders and clearances. (Reply None) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor & TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 09:08) Upon walking onto the bridge, the second Officer, Doctor Williams graciously rose from the centre chair, apparently somewhat glad now that the Captain had returned to it. It wasn't that he lacked the ability of course, but there was a look in his eye said that he was hankering for his domain again, the responsibility of saving lives, clearly less stressful than that of commanding the Spectre's bridge! "You may return to sickbay if you must Doctor", said the Captain, reading the man well enough now to know that those very words would be manna to his ears. (Reply Williams) "Do we have the Warhol on long range sensors yet Lieutenant?", said the Captain turning to Vasilyovna on Tactical One. "Yes Sir, ETA to the shuttle at present speed is.... 45 minutes", said Vasilyovna. "Shall I hail him sir?", she added. "Not for the moment Lieutenant, send coded acknowledgment only, we will await his communique", said the Captain as he settled back into the command chair & then began inputting commands onto his armrest console. (Reply Williams, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Bridge – CMO Williams - 09:10) Andrew saw T’Vhor enter the bridge. He stood up and relinquished the command chair. He felt slightly relieved that T’Vhor was back. "You may return to sickbay if you must Doctor", Andrew nodded. “Yes Captain.” He tried really hard not to show the relief that danced across his face. He turned and headed for the turbolift. He was disappointed with himself that he wanted to run away to sickbay. He was the second officer and should have time on the bridge. But the feeling that he felt when he left the bridge was not something he should feel with some one in his position. ~May be I should talk to Jynea. We can both talk about our reluctance at command~ (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign (SG) Jynea Kreung - 09:10) With the return of the Captain, Doctor Williams got to make his escape. Jynea smiled to him as he headed for the turbolift, new spring in his step at getting to escape. "Do we have the Warhol on long range sensors yet Lieutenant?", said the Captain turning to Vasilyovna on Tactical One. "Yes Sir, ETA to the shuttle at present speed is.... 45 minutes", said Vasilyovna. "Shall I hail him sir?", she added. "Not for the moment Lieutenant, send coded acknowledgment only, we will await his communique", said the Captain as he settled back into the command chair & then began inputting commands onto his armrest console. Jynea was fascinated by Vasilyovna. She couldn't figure out the Russian's moods and motivations at the best of times. The woman was competent, strong, honourable and loved by her security staff, even when she was chewing them out. She knew there wasn't one on the ship who wouldn't follow her into hell because she would lead. However, the Chief of Security also had little time for very junior counsellors who just wanted to figure out her personality like a cat with a piece of string. Not that Jynea really blamed her, but she still kept wanting to corner the woman to have a cat and figure out her brain. Which, of course, meant she almost avoided her. Hard to do, even with a semi-anti-social security officer, on a ship this size. Jynea half-listened to the chatter and orders around her while she observed T'Vhor. He seemed to be doing his best to appear business as usual while some of the tenseness had left his frame. Once the Chief of Ops had left the bridge to go meet their first officer and do whatever protocol dance Starfleet insisted on for incoming command officers, Jynea considered heading to bed. On the one hand, she really wanted to see their new first officer and see T'Vhor's initial reaction to him, on the other, she was pretty sure the master of masks would hide his reaction until he sequestered himself and his new partner in the ready room. Tossing a mental coin, the morale officer decided to wait until the First Officer arrived and then high tail it back down to where she belonged. Her current campaign of "Stalk the Captain" didn't seem to be yielding any results anyway, it was probably time to come up with Plan D! (Reply any, all) (Posted by Lorna) (Shuttle Warhol - Cockpit - Lieutenant (JG) Michael Ian O'Connor - 10:00) Michael sat in the pilot's seat of the shuttle as it sat floating in what was to be the Spectre's flight path. The computer was set to alert him as soon as the Spectre passed within communications range. The Lonely Road had been traveling at warp nine for the three or so hours he was aboard, and had graciously dropped him off in front of the Spectre with enough room for him to maneuver at warp 5 the rest of the way into position. Now he just hoped they'd actually stop to pick him up. He didn't actually know if the Spectre had even been messaged about his assignment. He spent a couple of more minutes looking over some records, before the chirp of the computer told him it was time. [Sensors detect the USS Spectre approaching at Warp] "Transmit appropriate identifiers and security codes to the Spectre and open a hailing frequency on a secure line," Michael said, stuffing the PADD back in his bag. "Lieutenant Michael O'Connor aboard the Shuttle Warhol to the USS Spectre, please respond." Michael said in a calm and friendly voice. (Reply Ops or Tactical) (Posted by Patrick D.) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor & TAC/SC Lieutenant Yelena Vasilyovna - 10:00) "Sir, the shuttle is responding", said Yelena. "It has transmitted a valid signature & appropriate security codes" "Helm, drop us out of warp & come to a dead stop please", said the Captain. "Aye sir", said Rodriguez as the ship slowed to impulse & then came to a stop accordingly, the shuttle coming into view upon the viewscreen as it attempted to hail them. "Shuttle Warhol is hailing us sir", said Vasilyovna. "Put it through Lieutenant", said the Captain & all at once the voice of their new First Officer hit their ears for the very first time. =/\=Lieutenant Michael O'Connor aboard the Shuttle Warhol to the USS Spectre, please respond.=/\= "This is Captain T'Vhor of the USS Spectre responding Lieutenant", said the Captain, "please stand by, prepare to initiate docking procedures", he added turning towards the Ops Officer accordingly. "Is the shuttle clear to dock Lieutenant Commander?", said the Captain. (Reply Capps) The Captain then addressed the First Officer once again. "Spectre to Shuttle Warhol, you are cleared to dock at your leisure in hanger bay two", said the Captain. "Report to me in my ready room the moment you have stowed your equipment & arranged your quarters Lieutenant, Spectre out", he added, returning thence to the task of readying the ship to get under way again, once the shuttle had docked. (Reply Williams, O'Conner, Capps, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Bridge - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 10:01) Calvin, like always, sat straight up in his ops chair looking back and forth from the keyboard to the view screen. Sometimes even pressing buttons on the keyboard with out looking. The shuttle was now see-able, and loaded on the view screen. Seconds later a voice came across the bridge speakers. =/\=Lieutenant Michael O'Connor aboard the Shuttle Warhol to the USS Spectre, please respond.=/\= The Captain quickly answered, but as always first obeyed procedures. "Is the shuttle clear to dock Lieutenant Commander?", asked the Captain. Calvin had already began his initial plan to let the shuttle dock. He quickly reviewed the codes the Warhol sent over, and Lt Vasilyovna approved of them. "Yes sir. He may dock at hanger bay 2." T'Vhor once again talked with the new First Officer and gave permission to dock. After all channels were cut Calvin turned to the Captain. "Captain, may I greet Lt. O'Connor aboard sir?" Calvin asked. He and the Lt had served on the Paladin together. (reply T'Vhor, all, any) (posted by Calvin Capps) (Shuttle Warhol, Cockpit - Lieutenant Michael Ian O'Connor - 10:02) =/\=This is Captain T'Vhor of the USS Spectre responding Lieutenant=/\=, said the Captain, =/\=please stand by, prepare to initiate docking procedures=/\=, he added. There was a brief pause before he was addressed again. =/\=Spectre to Shuttle Warhol, you are cleared to dock at your leisure in hanger bay two=/\=, said the Captain. =/\=Report to me in my ready room the moment you have stowed your equipment & arranged your quarters Lieutenant, Spectre out=/\= "Aye, Aye sir," Michael said as the channel closed. "Computer, access Spectre docking control, and initiate docking procedure with docking bay 2." Michael said and sat back for the last leg of the ride. (Reply None) (Posted by Patrick.D) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 10:03) Captain T'Vhor now sat with one elbow resting onto his armrest, his hand against his chin whilst watching the viewscreen & the small shuttle upon it, as it began maneuvering to initiate docking procedures. The Captain then addressed the helm. "Mr Rodriguez, once the First Officer is safely aboard, resume our previous course, speed & heading", he said, the Ops officer immediately interjecting in order to raise a request right after the Helmsman had responded. "Captain, may I greet Lt. O'Connor aboard sir?", said the Lieutenant Commander. "Is there any particular reason for this course of action Lieutenant Commander?", asked the Captain. (Reply Capps) The Captain paused just for a moment, perhaps it would indeed be appropriate for the new Officer to be greeted by a familiar face & with that in mind, he nodded his assent followed by a verbal backup of that assent in the form of an order given to DeSoto standing nearby. "Ensign DeSoto, man the Lieutenant Commanders station until he returns please", said the Captain. "Aye sir", said the Ensign as Capps nodded accordingly & then stood to make his way to the turbolift. (Reply Capps, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Bridge - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 10:03) "Is there any particular reason for this course of action Lieutenant Commander?", asked the Captain. "Sir, Lt O'Connor and I served together on the Paladin. In fact him and I were injured severely from the same mission. We were split up from medical, and I haven't seen him since." "Ensign DeSoto, man the Lieutenant Commanders station until he returns please", said the Captain. "Thank you sir," said Calvin. He gladly gave up the seat to the Ensign and left the bridge. (reply any) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Spectre - Hanger Bay 2 - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 10:04) Calvin entered the Hanger Bay as quickly as he could. It would not have taken long for the tractor beam to catch and sat the shuttle down safely. Once the doors closed behind him and he was standing inside of the bay the tractor beam was doing just that. The power from the shuttle was then heard being powered down. In the rear of the Warhol a door opened and a Lt stepped out. No doubt it was the new First Officer. Calvin considered Lt O'Connor a friend. They had served together on the Paladin, and like a few other officers that were now his superior, Lt O'Connor fit in this category as well. Although this one was quite unique, because Calvin was the FO on Paladin and the Lt was the OPS officer. So, yes it was true, there roles were reversed exactly. Calvin briskly walked up to the Lt. "Welcome aboard the Spectre sir," Calvin said giving Michael a smile. (reply O'Connor) "When I heard you were coming aboard as our FO I eagerly wanted to greet you personally." (reply O'Connor) Seeing Michael again brought back memories of the Lt parties. He threw them every so often and normally they were in a holodeck. It was always a specific cottage/house in woods that always had plenty of food in it. A lake was nearby that the attendees would go to and have a fun time which included Calvin when his duties would not get interrupted. "You look a lot better than you did when I last saw you?" (reply O'Connor) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Spectre - Shuttle Bay 2 - FO, Lieutenant Michael Ian O'Connor - 10:06) Michael powered the shuttle down and secured it for the bay crew to finish with and gathered up his two bags and walked out the rear hatch. What he saw walking towards him, other than a few crewman, was an old and familiar face. Calvin briskly walked up to the Lt. "Welcome aboard the Spectre sir," Calvin giving Michael a smile. Michael returned the smile, "Thanks for the warm welcome...Sir." Michael added with a grin, his voice cheery. It was a unique situation, he outranked Calvin by benefit of his position, but Calvin still outranked him on rank alone, but he doubted either would matter. "When I heard you were coming aboard as our FO I eagerly wanted to greet you personally." "I was rushed off so fast, they never gave me a current roster for the Spectre, but I'll tell you, it's good to see a familiar face." "You look a lot better than you did when I last saw you." "Feel better too. Last time I'll go running through an alien forest, on a mysteriously abandoned Dyson Sphere, that's for sure. Once they managed to flush the toxin from my system, it recovered fairly fast, although it isn't completely there yet. I'll have to check in with the CMO when I get a chance so he knows what to look for, however I hope it isn't a problem." Michael said with a slight smile, as he wasn't the largest fan of doctors after spending an extended amount of time in their company of late. "Lets walk while we talk, if you don't mind, I don't want to keep the Captain waiting, and I could do with someone showing me where my quarters are located so I can drop my gear," Michael said. (Reply Capps) "How long have you been assigned to the Spectre, it can't have been too long?" Michael asked as they headed out of the bay and towards a turbo lift. (Reply Capps, room for more) (Posted by Patrick.D) (USS Spectre - Hanger Bay 2 - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 10:07) Walking out of the hanger bay with the new First Officer their conversation continued. Calvin turned immediately left once out of the bay to make their way to a turbolift that would lead them to Lt O'Connor's new living quarters. "How long have you been assigned to the Spectre, it can't have been too long?" Michael asked. "You're right. I have been here for about a week. Maybe a little more. I have spent most of my time getting to know the ship. I can't really say the same for the crew though. Most of them were on Geneva on R&R." (Reply None) (Posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Spectre - Deck 2, FO's Quarters - FO Lieutenant Michael Ian O'Connor - 10:15) ~~ My my my,~~ Michael thought to himself as he looked around the rather large room. It was nicer than any set of quarters he had been in since he had joined Star Fleet, and was certainly large enough to suit his needs. The Captain had said to meet him after he had stowed his equipment and arranged his quarters, but Michael figured unpacking could wait for later. Dropping the two large bags, he quickly wheeled and headed out the door, PADD with his orders in hand. (Reply None) (Posted by Patrick.D) (USS Spectre - Outside of FO Quarters - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 10:16) The First Officer quickly explained that he would only be a second. Calvin stood outside of the door while Lt O'Connor did whatever it was he was doing inside of his quarters. A minute later Michael returned from inside, and both of them returned to the turoblift. "So how did you come to the Spectre exactly?" asked Calvin curiously. (reply O'Connor) (Reply O'Conner) (Posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Spectre - Bridge - FO Lieutenant Michael Ian O'Connor - 10:20) Michael walked onto the bridge, and gave a quick look around. It was deffinately a much smaller ship than the Paladin, but the bridge still had plenty of room to work with, and the set up was nice. He quietly headed down towards the front of the large room towards the door that marked the Captain's ready room, glancing back once at the chair that was his, for the time being. Michael tugged his uniform straight then tapped the chime on the door and waited for the Captain's response. (Reply Capps, T'Vhor) (Posted by Patrick D.) (USS Spectre - Bridge - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 10:21) "I think you will really enjoy it here, Lt." Calvin said to Michael as the turbolift doors opened to show the bridge. He quickly pointed out where the ready room was and then headed to his OPS station. The ensign seated stood from the chair and gave it to Calvin. (reply O'Connor, any) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 10:21) "Enter", said the Captain in response to the door chime & the door slid aside to reveal the newly assigned First Officer. Immediately the Captain stood from his chair & then ushered the new officer into the room before once again, taking his seat to resume the task he had been attending upon the mans arrival. Namely, reviewing the new Officer's Starfleet record. Normally, the Captain would have done this well in advance of course, but due to the sudden nature of O'Conner's assignment & the fact that he had been placed with the ship at such short notice, this just hadn't been possible. The FO however, had now advanced forwards & then came to a stop immediately before the Captain's table, then he reported in in the usual time honoured fashion. (Reply O'Conner, IYW) "Please Lieutenant, take a seat", said the Captain. "I assume you have been suitably briefed on our mission but if that is not the case, it's all here", he added sliding a PADD across the table towards the FO. "It will of course require your command codes for access", said the Captain. (Reply O'Conner) "The mission is confidential Lieutenant, a necessary requirement that is often standard practice aboard Black Ops vessels regardless.", said the Captain. O'Conner then began scanning through the PADD & their specific mission details, questions obviously presenting themselves in his head despite the amount of detail presented within as he did so. (Reply O'Conner) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - FO Lieutenant Michael Ian O'Connor - 10:23) Michael entered the Captain's ready room when he was given permission, and took care of what formalities were required, handing over his orders to the Captain. "Please Lieutenant, take a seat", said the Captain. "I assume you have been suitably briefed on our mission but if that is not the case, it's all here", he added sliding a PADD across the table towards the FO. "It will of course require your command codes for access", said the Captain. "My command codes?" Michael asked, he'd never needed his command codes prior to this, to access his mission briefing. "The mission is confidential Lieutenant, a necessary requirement that is often standard practice aboard Black Ops vessels regardless.", said the Captain. Micheal shrugged more to himself and spoke up, "Computer identify and and unlock mission briefing on my PADD, Command Code, Michael Ian O'Connor, 1-3-Alpha-5-7-Oberon." Michael said. [Identity verified, access granted.] Michael quickly read over the orders nodding to himself. "Sir, the orders say it's the Alacrity plus a number of vessels, do you have any information on what fleet command considers 'A Number?" Michael asked. (Reply T'Vhor) "Do we have any in depth reports on the Captain or first officer of the Alacrity?" Michael asked. (Reply T'Vhor) "No, no more questions about the mission, at least for the moment," Michael said. "Other than getting to know the senior officers, do you have any immediate orders for me, sir?" Michael asked. (Reply T'Vhor) (Posted by Patrick D.) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 10:24) Jynea's first assessment of the new first officer was a bit lacking since the Captain had spoiled her fun by retreating to his ready room. Okay, so evaluating those who put you through life and death situations wasn't supposed to be *fun* but she couldn't help it, it was like a jigsaw just itching to be put together. However, since all she could read of the new officer was quiet anticipation, she'd be wasting her time here. Captain T'Vhor was sure to keep him sequestered for the long term. She stood and gave a glance around before heading for the turbolift. There seemed to be more bodies on the bridge than usual - perhaps she wasn't the only one itching with curiosity. Oh well, time to go take her morning nap and then do her rounds. There were plenty of people on this ship who were excellent at ferreting out information who were more than happy to gossip to their morale officer in exchange for a mug of coffee. (reply any, all) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Captain T'Vhor - 10:25) "Sir, the orders say it's the Alacrity plus a number of vessels, do you have any information on what fleet command considers 'A Number?", asked the First Officer. "None at all Lieutenant, our orders are to make contact with the Alacrity & assess the situation in situ, indications however are that there may be as many as four vessels that will accompany the lead ship. "Do we have any in depth reports on the Captain or first officer of the Alacrity?", said the Lieutenant, obviously eager now to gain an insight into the enemy Captain's motives & such. The Captain brought his fingers together & then interlocked them upon the table, it was an admirable trait that their new First Officer had the proviso to ask such questions. The Captain of course had already gleaned that information from the Federation database but it was still good to know that the Lieutenant was second guessing him. "We certainly do Lieutenant", said the Captain, "Captain Talasario is a man known for his outspokenness in regards certain orders issued to him during his career. He was also twice brought before disciplinary hearing in regards disobeying direct orders from fleet command", he added. (Reply O'Conner, IYW) The facts were worrying to say the very least, a Captain not known for going by the book, now throwing caution to the wind & dealing his superiors one almighty snub. Was this the sort of man they could trust? "Fifty second fleet command has deigned to take the Captain at face value regardless", said the Captain, "there still exists the possibility that WE are being manipulated, but equally so, the possibility exists that we are being given the Hen that lays the golden eggs so to speak" (Reply O'Conner) "Time will tell Lieutenant & time tells no lies", said the Captain, "we will just have to wait & see what fate deals us as our orders stand regardless", he added. "Are there any more questions that you wish to ask Lieutenant O'Conner?", asked the Captain. "No, no more questions about the mission, at least for the moment", said the First Officer, "Other than getting to know the senior officers, do you have any immediate orders for me, sir?", he asked. The Captain paused briefly & then answered the Lieutenants query. "This is the first time you have served aboard a Black Ops ship is it not Lieutenant?", asked the Captain. (Reply O'Conner) "Then you may want to familiarize yourself with some of the equipment that is specific to the Spectre", said the Captain, "the phased cloak & it's operational procedures perhaps, as there are some limitations to it's use that you should know of before you are officially commanding the bridge", he added. (Reply O'Conner) "Very well Lieutenant, I will speak with you again later. Until then however, please, you have a crew that are no doubt eager to make your acquaintance", said the Captain as he formally dismissed his new Number One. (Reply O'Conner) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - FO Lieutenant Michael Ian O'Connor - 10:27) "Fifty second fleet command has deigned to take the Captain at face value regardless", said the Captain, "there still exists the possibility that WE are being manipulated, but equally so, the possibility exists that we are being given the Hen that lays the golden eggs so to speak" "Lets just hope the eggs not rotten," Michael said, a little uncharacteristically pessimistic. "Time will tell Lieutenant & time tells no lies", said the Captain, "we will just have to wait & see what fate deals us as our orders stand regardless", he added. Michael nodded, although he thought for a moment that some temporal specialists might disagree with the Captain's last statement. "Are there any more questions that you wish to ask Lieutenant O'Conner?", asked the Captain. "No, no more questions about the mission, at least for the moment", said the First Officer, "Other than getting to know the senior officers, do you have any immediate orders for me, sir?", he asked. The Captain paused briefly & then answered the Lieutenants query. "This is the first time you have served aboard a Black Ops ship is it not Lieutenant?", asked the Captain. "Yes, sir," Michael said. "Then you may want to familiarize yourself with some of the equipment that is specific to the Spectre", said the Captain, "the phased cloak & it's operational procedures perhaps, as there are some limitations to it's use that you should know of before you are officially commanding the bridge", he added. "Yes, sir, I'll familiarize myself with those immediately," Michael said. Phase cloaks were the source of many rumors and horror stories, and Michael wondered just how many were true. "Very well Lieutenant, I will speak with you again later. Until then however, please, you have a crew that are no doubt eager to make your acquaintance", said the Captain as he formally dismissed his new Number One. "I'm eager to meet them as well sir," Michael said standing and coming to attention briefly, before turning and heading out the door. (Reply Any who want to snag Michael before he leaves the bridge, if no one, then he'll be coming to find you as I can fit it into the story.) (Reply None) (Posted by Patrick.D) (USS Spectre – Holodeck 4 – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 10:30) NRPG: You guys asked for this. ;) RPG: Chuck had wrestled with the ships computer for several minutes. The “fruit of his labor” was a complete holo-novel reworking. An old cheesy relic he had discovered recently called ‘Charlie’s Angels’. The original work was extremely ethnocentric … all the characters being human. Chuck had spent some time having the computer copy the original holo-novel and then editing every character to be a facsimile of a member of the Spectre’s Crew. He thought it would be a nice relaxing distraction and he was right. His mind raced with so many questions. What members of the crew were appropriate for which parts? How could he obtain accurate facsimiles of the crew members? What part would he play? It was all very exciting and his arm didn’t hurt at all. The questions hadn’t all been answered but he had to test the new holo-novel’s progress so far. “You’ll never catch me … Girls!” Chuck laughed. He was wearing a pure white suit and had a black eye patch draped across his implant. “Stop right there, Carlos!” came a voice from down a dimly lit alley. Three female figures stepped from the shadows. They were wearing clothes in a strange style. They wore scarves, shoes with stilted soles, and pants that curved outwards at the bottom of the legs. The computer had referred to them as “bell-bottoms”, the name seemed fitting. The three women were likenesses of Vasilyovna, Kreung, and Bristed. Their figures were not a precise anatomical match to the originals but Chuck felt it required ‘artistic license’. “You won’t catch me!” Chuck shouted running away from the three women. Every few steps he would turn and fire a few shots from a very small pistol … making sure to miss. “We will catch you, Mishka!” shouted Vasilyovna taking the lead ahead of the other two. “You won’t get away.” Said Kreung coming in last but still within Chuck’s earshot. Almost out of breath Chuck stopped running and hid behind a convenient wooden crate. “Where’d he go?” asked Bristed inappropriately loudly. NRPG: I’m sure Chuck will get caught eventually and this whole thing will blow up in his face (specifically the ‘artistic license’ part, lol … I’m sure Vasilyovna will loooove that) … but … I got this cheesy joke into a post! :}~ RPG: (reply none, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre – Holodeck 4 – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 10:40) Chuck fell silent hiding behind the crate. The three ‘Angels’ search everywhere but behind the crate for the evil Carlos. Chuck reached under the patch over his eye and rubbed the implant. It always seemed to itch in tense situations. Jynea stopped in front of the crate and drew a small pistol. “Alright, Carlos, come out.” She said waving the pistol at the Crate. Chuck came out from behind the crate and held his hands up. “Alright, you’ve got me.” He said forlorn. Jynea put the gun down by her side and kicked high into the air. The sole of her stilted shoes barely missed Chuck’s face. Chuck leaned backwards to avoid the kick thereby getting missed. Jynea let a fist fly and caught Chuck in the jaw. ‘Carlos’ spun sideways and instead of fighting it out right there decided to keep the storyline going by leaving his gun behind the crate and running further down the alley. “You won’t catch me, Angels.” Said Chuck beginning to run again. Suddenly, a loud thumping noise interrupted the scene. The four combatants looked upwards to see a helicopter hovering just over the roofs of the surrounding buildings. “Carlos.” Said a familiar voice coming from the helicopter. Chuck looked up to see the figure leaning out of the flying ‘bubble’ and the girls did the same. “It’s Dr. Nogood!” shouted Bristed over the roar of the helicopters engine. The figure of Andrew Williams in a bright white labcoat with a lightbulb strapped around his head could be seen. ~I’ve got to remember to put in the helicopter’s hum earlier in the scene.~ thought Chuck. “It’s not only me, I have a … guest.” Said the Doctor. He retreated for a moment into the confines of the helicopter and then leaned back out again holding a man tied up with rope. Chuck squinted as the person’s face could barely be seen. The face of Nathaniel Yates could just barely be made out. “Bosley!” shouted the three girls in unison. “Computer, freeze program.” Ordered Chuck. “Increase the sharpness of the face of Character Bosley and while your at it extend helicopter engine hum to earlier in the scene.” Said Chuck. The scene lay frozen - no sound emanated from a still helicopter, the girls stood ‘in motion’ motionless, and Yates teetered on the brink of falling. (reply none, any) (posted by Anton) (USS Spectre - FO's Quarters - FO Lieutenant Michael Ian O'Connor - 11:00) Michael prowled around his new quarters, putting stuff away. He figured getting settled was important with a three month, hopefully uneventful, cruise ahead. He folded his clothes and put them away and pulled out the few personal items he had brought with him. Placing the family photos on his desk, he looked at the newest one, of his youngest sister, he had taken on their last mission to the Dyson sphere. She shouldn't have even been on the Paladin, but Doenitz had kidnapped her and tried to use her as a pawn and lost. She had been rather mad when he told her she couldn't come on the Spectre with him, but he had stood his ground. He'd pay for it later, but at least she was safe, or relatively so, on the station. After he had emptied his bags he walked over to his desk and took a seat. "Computer, display specification and engineering notes on the Phase cloaking system, specifically the model installed on the Spectre," He said and watched as the notes began to fill his screen. He read over the reports and the notes, and the schematics and the one thing he noticed more than anything else was that it needed a whole lot of power. With the cloak running there couldn't be any other priority, and he would be damn wary of running it if the power systems were even the least bit compromised. He went over all the specs and warnings three times just to make sure he had them down, and planned on going over them plenty more in the intervening months, and having at least one frank discussion with the engineering department about their assessments of the device. "Computer display the crew roster, Senior officers first, broken down by department," Michael said leaning back in his chair and reading up on the officers he was soon to meet, making note of a few he would need to meet first. (Reply ANY, again this really does mean any who want to catch him before he catches them.) (Posted by Patrick D.) ======================================================================== Mission: Emissary on the Edge of Tomorrow Day: 16 Stardate: 2407.04.30 (USS Spectre – Captain’s Ready Room – TAC/ASC Charles “Chuck” Donaldson - 12:30) “Sir, I’m sorry to disturb you but I thought it might be appropriate to come to you in this matter.” Said Chuck standing on the pad of his feet in front of T’Vhor’s desk. (reply T’Vhor) “Since we’re in high warp the sensors were recalibrated several times as routine maintenance.” Chuck began. (reply T’Vhor, IYW) “During one of these routine recalibrations I decided to run an experimental level three diagnostic through the sensor array.” He continued his story. (reply T’Vhor, IYW) “During the scan I encountered part of a message that had been hidden in our warp signature.” (reply T’Vhor) “I haven’t yet brought it to Lieutenant Vasilyovna’s attention because I did not have her direct permission to run the experimental scan, sir.” Said Chuck. NRPG: Naturally, the scan was within the Assistant Chief’s powers … not notifying Vasilyovna is more of a professional courtesy violation than something that’ll get chuck thrown in the brig. I thought it a good Janus tie in (he’s still around, you know) and a good reason to pin down the elusive Captain. RPG: (reply T’Vhor) (posted by Anton) ==================================================================== Mission: Emissary on the Edge of Tomorrow Day: 76 Stardate: 2407.06.29 (Earth - SFHQ Gardens - Michelle to Twinpoints & Jose Rameriz - 08:30) "Hey 'Shelley, you ever tink 'What's next?'" Jose asked, as he watched the Eeaiaon pluck petals off a flower. For someone who was all tree huggy, one would think she wouldn't sit beside a flower bed and destroy the flowers petal by petal. "All the time Rameriz." Michelle answered absently. Jose knew his friend's thoughts were far away with the 52nd fleet. They weren't officially under guard, but the Rameriz had spotted the security officers who happened to wander by and stick around wherever they went. He was no fool. They knew Michelle's loyalties were elsewhere, but they wanted the secret of her return to life more than they wanted her locked up. The fact that the two had no idea of what either side was up to probably helped keep them from all sorts of interesting scans. He found himself wanting to be out there and in on the action. It had been a long time since he'd been in a good fight for truth, justice and freedom. Lately he just seemed to be drifting and that wasn't why he'd joined the corps. He'd joined to make a difference, to help the little guy, to save the downtrodden, to protect the helpless. He hadn't been making much of a difference to anyone but some jaws and tequilla bottles. "Whatcha thinkin' of doing next, then?" Rameriz prompted when the counsellor didn't seem motivated to continue the conversation. "Chappy offered me a job on his teaching staff, they put him in charge of the whole department at the academy.. It would make HQ happy they could keep an eye on me, make others happy I'm not actively choosing a side or getting involved, and I could make a difference." Michelle's tail wrapped around her waist, "I don't know, really, what I want to do. I haven't really had a direction since Paul was killed .. and Richard didn't want me in the loop.." She trailed off, eyes unfocused as claws clenched at the lawn. "Eh, 'shelley.." Rameriz patted her on the shoulder, "Y'know Brunny, he was just tryin' to protects you.." he said ackwardly. The sunshiney, enthusiastic being she'd once been was now a shadow. She let out a sigh and gave him a weak smile, "I know, I know. We've been here, done that several times already. I say I don't need protection, you humour me some more and double check your fifteen thousand weapons secreted around your body." Michelle let the crumpled petals out of her palms and poked them into the dirt of the flower bed. "What about you?" "Me?" Rameriz asked a little too innocently. "What do you want to do? You're restless, you're not at ease and you're dangerously bored." Once a counsellor, always a counsellor. Michelle to Twinpoints may claim her heart was ripped out of her chest the day her lifemate was murdered, but she was still an uncanny reader of sapients. "I wants to get back in on the good fight." "I'm shocked." Michelle said dryly, stroking her tail thoughtfully. "And where do you think to find this good fight?" "I dunno 'Shelley." Rameriz crouched down beside her, "The Sovvy is long gone, the Roughnecks disbanded, Sierra Company split up.. Half of us dead, some missing, a couple retired.. I'm an anquitity." "You're twenty-seven." Michelle told him with a poke to his knee-cap. "Yeah, wells, I'm a lost at sea twenty-seven chica." Rameriz told her. "Okay, so why not hitch up with a current company and get back in on the action?" Michelle asked, "I mean, *I'D* miss you, but not having to keep you out of trouble anymore.." "You keeps ME out of trouble? Ha-ha! It's the other way around cat lady!" Rameriz teased, poking her back. Michelle stuck her tongue out at him. "HQ would never lets me back out on action, they've got me next to retired man." Michelle just arched an eyebrow at him, knowing Rameriz's mind was already running a mile a minute. "Of course, I coulds just hitch on a ship and get the Marine CO to just get me associated to the ship.." "Uh huh." Michelle said to encourage him, not that he really needed it. "Hey, that Houseman guy.. I thinks he could get me on the Spectre.." Rameriz continuted, not paying attention to Michelle. "Slight problem, the Spectre was outbound. How are you going to catch up?" Michelle hated to burst his bubble. "Pfeh, I just finds the biggest fight brewing and wait for them to catch up. I can'ts see them not bein' involved." Jose waved it away as immaterial. "But you's be okay with out me?" He asked his friend. "Ha. Better off without you." Michelle teased, reaching over and giving the marine a hug and ignoring the various metal objects that pressed against her from under his uniform. "Ha. I don'ts believe you." Jose told her and hugged her back. "Nows, all I have to do is get off Earth without the pyjama crew noticing.." "Easy as pie." Michelle said with a smile. "Two slices of pie, not even a whole one!" Rameriz agreed. "Just don't get caught." Michelle said getting to her feet. "I hate bailing you out of the brig." "You do's? You've done it so often I taughts you liked it. I guesses I'll stop getting in trouble then!" "Fat chance." Michelle muttered and then gave the marine a big grin that didn't resemble the innocence she was pretending. "I'm hurt 'Shelley, at your lack of faith.. I am Jose Rameriz, son of Maria and Michael Rameriz, super-marine!" He made a grand gesture. "You're something alright." Michelle agreed, wide smile on her face. Rameriz decided it was about then he wasn't going to win this war of words. "Let's go get lunch." He said and hopped to his feet and marched off towards the HQ marketplace. Michelle, more amused than she'd been in a long time, picked herself up and followed. (reply any, none) (posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 10:15) The Doctor was now totally immersed within the pages of his novel, his mind now somewhere else entirely. 'He had seen the smoke of the ship as it appeared over the horizon a hour earlier. Since then he had put the ship on battle stations and watched as the black dot became larger and larger until he could make out its main armament through his binoculars. "Open Fire." The big guns roared and he could smell the cordite as it drifted past the bridge. He picked up a pair of binoculars which were hanging round his neck. He could see the enemy ship in the distance. It was just in there gunnery range and was slowly turning. He could see the smoke pouring out of its funnels and the white frothing of the water at its stern as its propellers bit into the water as it tried to turn. Suddenly four pillars of spray appeared on either side. “Port twenty.” He called down the voice tube to the wheel house. He looked from the bridge onto the foredeck where number one and two guns were hurrying to reload. "Mid ships." He heard the reply from the Cox’an down in the wheel house. “She’s firing sir.” He swung his binoculars back up. He could see the mass of gun barrels pointing towards his ship. He felt that they were pointing directly at him. Suddenly the ship disappeared behind a large dirty white cloud which obscured it from his view. He called out. “Hard to port.” But he new it was to late. Even now he could hear the screaming of the shells as they arched through there trajectory and headed towards them. “All hands brace for impact.”' (Reply None) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 11:36) "Yeeearg!" Andrew looked up to see Bristed enter sickbay. She had something on her uniform and saw in the process of pulling it off. Andrew quickly stood up and crossed over to her. "Are you okay Miss Bristed?" "Uh, just...an accident. With some coffee. That'll teach me to drink it so flaming hot, I guess," He nodded and ushered her to a bio bed. "Okay lye down." (reply Bristed) He activated the bio-bed scanners as he waited for them the start he took a hypospraty and filled it with some pain killers. He gave her a reassuring smile. "This is some pain killers. This should help with the pain." (reply Bristed if no I'll repost) Andrew injected her with the hypospray and then looked at the scan results. He realised that the burns had gone down the front of her uniform and realised it might not be prudent for him to treat those wounds. "Okay that should kick in fast. You have no lasting damage but I'll run the dermal regenorator over the burns which will help. If that's okay or would you prefer a nurse?" (reply Bristed) (reply Bristed, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 12:30) Jynea yawned her way out of the conference room, leaving the group of humanoids to argue over whether it would be fringe or feathers next year at the Alpha Centauri fashion festival. She was starting to feel like a certain Doctor who didn't seem to be sleeping any more now than he had been three months ago, but she wasn't quite sure what she should be doing about it. She'd done what she'd done with many of the more serious problems, referred it up the line to Lieutenant Saxia and just tried to keep an eye on the situation. But that didn't seem enough, she felt restless. She felt like she should be doing more than having a war of attrition with the Captain about his off-duty activities, organizing clubs and gatherings, parties and plays. She felt like she was building sand castles and there would be a wave incoming soon to wash away her work, leaving no sign or meaning. Would anyone notice if she poofed off the face of the ship? Or would they just have six meetings at a time in the messhall and just argue over one another about sparkles, sprinkles or stars? (Reply None) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 12:35) Opening the door she didn't see Mark lying around, but when she walked into her bedroom, already peeling off her uniform, she saw the lop was passed out across the bed. "Comfy?" She asked with some amusement. Mark lifted her head and gave her a dubious 'Why are you disturbing me?' look before lowering his head back to the mattress. "Nice try fuzzball, but you're sharing that bed." She was half tempted to just leave her uniform on the floor as a trail, but knowing her luck someone important would show up and see it. With a long suffering sigh she shoved the uniform into the hamper and dug out her nightie. Climbing up onto her bed she shoved the rabbit over. Mark grunted at her and gave her the hairy eyeball as she snatched a pillow from under her and tried to ignore the lace effect that had been given it. Wuffling the rabbit hopped up the bed to wiggle under her arm for a snuggle. "Okay, so *you'd* miss me. Hungry guts." Jynea murmured before drifting off. (Reply none, none) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Science Department - Ensign Ardena Carrow - 12:40) Ardena stretched and felt the ship come out of warp. She looked over her shoulder to check the duty roster. With Neila in sickbay with a high risk pregnancy, the department had been switching around bridge duty. Sure, they could make her poor assistant do it, but really, with his mate in sickbay and the scientists need to experiment, play and observe it only made sense for the rest of them to split the duty. Ardena wondered if the Captain knew he was going to have three lively Equinoid children running around the ship before they got back to the nearest Starbase? It wasn't anyone's fault that the Mrrkr had such short gestation periods, but probably made life inconvenient for Starfleet commanders Federation wide. She pulled off her lab jacket and put on her duty jacket. Well, might as well go see where the Captain had taken them now and what trouble they were going to get into. (Reply None) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign Ardena Carrow - 12:45) "Begin active scanning for contacts Ensign Goldsteen, increase power to the sensors upon our entry into the Nebula", said the Captain. (Reply Goldsteen) Ardena didn't quite hurry off the turbolift to the science station, but she did put a bit of stretch into her step. She activated the station and took in sensor data. Astrometrics and space phenomena was far from her specialty, but she'd had the general courses at the Academy and certainly should be able to handle the duties on the bridge. As the data came in, Ardena had to wonder ~The Arachnid Nebula? What in the universe are we doing here?~ She might spend two nights a week with the Captain trying to gain control of her rogue gifts, and certainly she'd made progress in the three and a half months she'd been at it, but he hardly confided secure knowledge and mission data with her. She could only envy the control and the power of the mind that could compartmentalize so many things. Even in a meld, albeit a shallow one, he could keep all irrelevant parts out of the way and untouched. Ardena still found it an exercise in frustration, even if she did have things mostly under control these days. Every so often her so-called gifts spiked out of control and left her enduring wild emotions, sensations and having a screaming headache for most of the day. T'Vhor continued with seemingly endless patience to try and teach her things that went against her natural grain. He seemed encouraged by the smallest step that would leave her frustrated and then he would try and tell her to channel and conquer the frustration. Worst of all the one time she'd thought about throttling the controlled, calm and perfectly trained man, he'd seemed more amused than anything else. ~His wife must have been a saint!~ A bit of an unfair thought considering he'd lost his wife.. and child too, wasn't it? A nebulous thought she'd picked up in one of the spikes of her gifts, but she wasn't about to ask her teacher and commander details of his painful private life. "We have a thirty-seven kilometre radius on sensors," Ardena announced, the buoys seemed more to find their way out again than track anything in the nebula. Engineering seemed to be trying to get a beater transmission from them as they moved further into the gas cloud. She was more than happy to let the engineer deal with getting sensors cooperating. She was more than capable of reading data, extrapolating shadows into facts and shunting data to the people who needed it, but the technical bits was more the forte of a very pregnant chief of science. Dealing with energy fluxes and shielding was Ops problem. And tactical.. well, she wasn't quite sure who's job it was to report stuff outside the ship so she just reported to Ensign Goldsteen that she was showing a gravitational mass at a certain set of coordinates, and let him or the sensitive eared Captain decide what to do about it. (Reply any, all) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Williams - 12:45) “Doctor Williams your 1250 appointment has arrived.” Andrew looked up and saw Douwsy standing in the door way to his office. ~What that time already~ He looked at the chronometer and signed. He then nodded at Douwsy as he closed the book. "I'll be ther in a moment." He then placed it on his desk and stood up. ~Well Captain it looks like I’m going to have to find out what happens later~ He turned and headed into main sickbay. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 12:45) Time passed, as it invariably does... The ship had been traveling at high warp now for three months & the crew had performed as expected, each of them going about their duties, each maintaining an appropriate aire of calm amidst the chaos that continued on around them as the civil war raged on, relayed as it inevitably was via the broadcasts that occasionally found their way to the Spectre crew. It was sobering news for sure, most of the aligned worlds had fallen to the Doenitz war machine already of course, Tellar, Andoria, Betazed & a number of other key target worlds had all fought & fallen, but despite all of the Admirals apparent successes in his obvious goal of attrition, chinks were now beginning to show in his armour, rust was beginning to show upon the once brightly shining surface that he paraded so arrogantly around the carpeted corridors of Starfleet headquarters & the Spectre was now here to hopefully exploit one of those chinks. Upon their arrival in the vicinity of the Arachnid Nebula itself, the Captain had ordered the helm to drop out of warp & then come to heading Two Zero, mark One Nine Five & continue at full impulse until further notice. That heading of course would inevitably take them directly into the heart of the Nebula & the TAC Officer was quick to inform the CO that upon entering, their sensor scans would become hampered by the ionic & electromagnetic disturbances existing within it. "I am aware of that Ensign, as is our target vessel", said the Captain, "Helm, hold your course", he added as he addressed the TAC Officer once again. "Begin active scanning for contacts Ensign Goldsteen, increase power to the sensors upon our entry into the Nebula", said the Captain. (Reply Goldsteen) The Captain then turned to the Ops Officer. "Ensure adequate power to the active sensor array Lieutenant Commander, if any of our key systems begin to suffer energy drain, or any other adverse reaction to the disturbances within the Nebula, I want to know about it right away", said the Captain. (Reply Capps) "We are now entering the Nebula sir", said the Helmsman, the viewscreen becoming slightly distorted by static as the Spectre moved inexorably further on in. "Fire a sensor bouy aft of our current position & fix upon it Ensign Goldsteen", said the Captain, "prepare four more bouy's for firing at regular ten thousand kilometre intervals of transit", he added. (Reply Goldsteen) The seconds passed by, those seconds in turn becoming minutes whilst the Spectre continued on in it's search for the contact designated only as 'Foxbat One', it was quite clear that this was going to take time of course, that was the very reason the location had been chosen after all, for this ship did not want to be found by just anyone. This was why it was here & not clearly visible in orbit around a nearby Moon or Planet. Added to this was the fact that once within the Nebula, both ships were at a distinct disadvantage in that it would be difficult for one to target & fire upon the other, without a catastrophic ignition of the explosive gasses that lay in pockets all around them. It was indeed a perfect solution to the question of mutual mistrust. In this location they had to behave themselves, or they would suffer the consequences. Time passed once again & the bridge crew continued on in their relevant duties, all they had to do now however, was wait.... (Reply Goldsteen, Capps, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Enlisted Quarters - PO2 Suri Rapeet - 12:45) Suri was on gamma shift for the week. She didn't mind so much, it meant she had the evenings free to pursue Ardena at what seemed like a snail's pace. Progress was slowly being made, the woman would allow casual touching without freezing up, they'd even managed to share a few chaste kisses. Suri was about ready to bash her over the head, throw her over the back of her camel and drag her off to her tent in the desert though! She'd even tempted at one point to try and bribe the Captain into shifting Ardena into Pon'Far or something. Did female Vulcans go through the whole mating thing? The Captain was in and out of Ardena's head, surely *he* would have an opinion on the matter.. but how did one lowly enlisted walk up to the most powerful man on the ship and say "Hey Boss, how do I get my girlfriend naked and horizontal?" The truly frustrating thing was there was no ETHICAL way to deal with any of it but continue on the path she was on. Damn her morals. What it all meant was, even though it was the middle of her sleep shift, Suri was lying on her bunk, staring at the bottom of the bunk above her and thinking of naked science officers, waterfalls and bubble baths. Which was almost as improbable as the Captain stepping in.. she could just imagine the little furrow appearing between Ardena's brows and her saying 'Why would you want to pollute the water basin with bubbles?' It seemed the more Ardena spent her off-duty hours with the Captain learning what it meant to be Vulcan, the more Vulcan she became. Of course, that all made sense, but it seemed like the real Ardena was slowly fading away to be replaced by a humourless automaton which wasn't what Suri was in love with. Every session meant she had to pull Ardena back to her true self and it was a little bit harder every time. Suri felt the ship come out of warp and let out a frustrated sigh. Sure, she could try and get some sleep, but she suspected she'd just relieve the dinner of the night before for the five hundredth time. She may as well go down to engineering and see if she could make herself useful. (reply none, none) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Bridge - OPS Lt Calvin Capps - 12:46) Three months passed, and the long voyage gave Calvin a nice opportunity to get to know some of the senior crew. It also gave him enough time to make some new friends as well. He was now fully healed from his injuries. It would seem all was going well for him. Not to say it was about to change, but the Spectre had just arrived at their rendezvous point. The mission was always real, but it just got even more real. The ship went out of warp and entered the Nebula, but before doing so the Captain sent a caution toward the OPS officer. "Ensure adequate power to the active sensor array Lieutenant Commander, if any of our key systems begin to suffer energy drain, or any other adverse reaction to the disturbances within the Nebula, I want to know about it right away", said the Captain. "Aye sir." Calvin continued to view the sensors while studying the energy bars at the same time. Currently everything was ok, but they weren't in the middle of the nebula yet. A buoy was sent out into space, and the Spectre flew around freely. They now had to wait. It was like sitting on an egg and waiting for it to hatch. (reply any, all) (posted by Calvin Capps) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 12:55) The gravitational distortion that had been reported by Carrow & then systematically probed by Goldsteen, had proved to be little more than an asteroid meandering aimlessly in the swirling gasses of the Nebula. In some ways, that rock had had similar properties to their own ship now, in that it seemed to be wandering guided only by the flowing eddies existing within the gas cloud itself. Nobody of course had expected that they would find this vessel in record time, that seemed a logical projection to everyone & not just the Captain. It was surprising to them all then that the next call from sensors had procured a metallic object sitting approximately five thousand kilometres off their starboard bow. Immediately, the Captain was bolt upright in his chair & calling for action as the sensor data seemingly drifted in & out in response to the interference from the natural forces existing all around them. "Helm, take us to the coordinates of the contacts last position, ahead one quarter impulse", said the Captain turning thence towards the Ops & Tactical officers in turn. "Boost power to the active sensors, get a reliable fix on that contact & hold it", said the Captain, eager now not to lose the skant readout they were currently receiving. (Reply Capps, Goldsteen, Any) It seemed this had worked enough to get their fix & as the Spectre moved closer to the coordinates of the contact, it began to get stronger. "Is it the Alacrity Ensign?", asked the Captain. (Reply Goldsteen) That was good enough for the Captain, the codename 'Foxbat One' had been transmitted correctly as a datastream only & it was time now for their next move. "Comms, can we open a channel?", asked the Captain hopefully. "I can try sir, contact is variable but if we can hit it at a peak we have a good chance", said the Communications officer, already in the process now of attempting to do so. "I have a response sir, it isn't great but it's readable", said the Ensign. "On screen", said the Captain & the face of a seasoned, although haggard looking Starfleet Officer appeared on the viewscreen, accompanied as it was by the expected visible static. "This is the USS Spectre, Captain T'Vhor responding", said the Captain. =/\=Talasario of th......acrity, sta...ing by for further confir...tion of intent=/\= The response had been garbled of course, as no doubt was their own reception on the Alacrity's bridge, but they had indeed finally found their ship. Once they could all be sure that the Alacrity's Captain's intentions were valid, they could discuss a retreat from the Nebula & arrange a formal meeting to discuss one another's terms. Now the fun would really begin.... (Reply Capps, Goldsteen, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Jynea's Quarters - Ensign Jynea Kreung - 12:55) The red alert klaxon jolted Jynea from her sleep and sent her scrambling across her bed and out the door. Mark seemed to be hiding under the bed due to loud noises and bright lights. She was halfway down the corridor to the turbolift when she realized she hadn't even grabbed a housecoat. Oh well, she was sure people had shown up to the bridge in worse than their nightie. At least the ship was well heated. She was sitting on the bridge beside the Captain, and across from the first officer before she even started to wonder why she was on the bridge in the middle of battle. It wasn't like she had anything to offer and the noises and shaking of the ship were very scary! Where was Lieutenant Taxia?! Wasn't this his job? Why did he leave this too to her? "Fire." Seemed all T'Vhor could say as he braced himself against his seat. No matter how Jynea tried to hold onto the seat she seemed to get tossed across the bridge. She'd barely get back to her feet and back to her chair before another attack would send her flying again. "Shields up." Said the first officer. Again, and again. How many times did the shields need to go up, anyway? The red alert klaxon wouldn't shut up, the lights just kept blinking and were giving her a dazzle headache. "Fire." "Fire." Endless streams of ships across the view screens of all sorts of races and political associations. It seemed to be a mad free for all out there with no rhyme or reason to the battle. Jynea finally ended up on the floor, hands over the back of her head as she curled up and tried to block out the noises and shaking. "Fire." T'Vhor said passionatelessly. "Shields up." Repeated the first officer yet again. Just when Jynea thought she could take no more and the Spectre would surely shake apart she fell through the deck to land with a solid THUD .. on the ground of her bedroom. Mark was staring at her wide-eyed from the mess that was the bed. "I don't think I'll ever question why Andrew avoids sleep again." Jynea told the rabbit. She didn't have to be on duty for a couple of hours, she could afford to have a stiff shot of scotch and pheromone release be damned. (Reply any, all) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Bridge - OPS Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 12:56) A brief moment of flying in a highly intensive nebula was already beginning to drain energy from the ship. The nebula also restricted everyone to be on their toes, to be at their highest alert status at the moment. Calvin sat at his OPS station and continued to see nothing on his limited scans, and continued to compensate energy from one area to the next. The flight officer, a Mr. Rodriguez, had done an exceptionally well job at maneuvering the ship in, out, and around pockets of unsafe electromagnetic disturbances. Lt. Rodriguez was someone that Calvin saw a lot of. It seemed every shift that Calvin took Lalo was right there beside him. So it wasn't uncommon for the two to know each other predicted movements. No surprises. In fact, for the past three months Calvin had taken a considerable more shifts on the bridge than any other OPS officer. Those shifts gave Calvin a chance to be familiar with the bridge set up, but also gave him an advantage of knowing how each bridge officer ran their respected stations differently. It was no doubt that although there were certain protocols to follow in certain instances, but every single officer did their job differently. Even if that difference was small. Calvin attempted to learn those, and felt that he had done a great job of doing so. "Boost power to the active sensors, get a reliable fix on that contact & hold it", said the Captain. Calvin was not surprised by the order from the Captain, but none the less the active speaking role of anyone on the bridge was diminishing and once the Captain began to give orders, it alerted Calvin and others on the bridge. Doing as told, Calvin continued to seize power from unnecessary areas of the ship, like holodecks, and poured them into the sensors. A lock on the location was something very hard to do, but he was able to to do so with little variance by continuously using the buoys that the Spectre had laid out as critical points. The helmsmen once again flew the ship in an above professional manner to the coordinates. Captain T'Vhor and who appeared to be the Commanding Officer of the Alacrity talked somewhat for a very brief moment. After the only communication came from the Alacrity ended Calvin reported. "Captain, no matter how much power we would give to communications we would not be able to get a clearer image or sound then we just received. The only way would be to get a lot closer to the Alacrity. I am not for sure how accurate we can maneuver the ship to be that close to the Alacrity." (reply T'Vhor, all) (posted by Calvin) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign Ardena Carrow - 12:58) Well, that was one way to feel like a complete idiot, Ardena felt. Point out possibilities and be dismissed like you're a crackpot. Or was she supposed to just leave the bridge and let tactical do her job? Damnit, there was a science station and she was going to man it, no matter how superfluous certain captains seemed to think she was. "Boost power to the active sensors, get a reliable fix on that contact & hold it", ordered the Captain. Ardena was happy to take the extra power Ops found and give her sensors a better scope, she was about to re-focus and lock when she had control taken by the same Ops that had found the power. ~What the hell?~ Ardena thought darkly, trying not to grind her teeth in frustration. ~Ops is Power, Engineering is Hardware, Science is sensors!~ It was a chant from the first year academy class. Ardena was damn tempted to take control back and show the Ops officer how it was supposed to be done, but decided a power struggle in the middle might not be the wisest of courses. Besides, she wanted that Lieutenant grade some time in the next decade. Instead she crossed to Calvin's panel with a smile, "Pardon me sir, you'll find if you focus the beta array on background radiation to triangulate against the gamma system here, you'll get placement of the ship as clear as white against black." She'd wanted to try for malice in showing the officer on who should be doing the job, but all she managed in the end was a teacher's voice. Hellfire, Ardena was the first to admit she didn't know what normally went on on the Spectre's bridge. Maybe they'd been making do for a year! Besides, she thought this Chief of Ops was a transfer in from somewhere else, maybe he normally did all this stuff himself. As good as he was, however, Science was sensors and she had years of training on him and years of dragging out the maximum information out of secondary scans since she hardly ever got focused data for her work. Watching Calvin work on the reading of the background energy levels, however, impressed her. He'd know of any eruptions before the computer did. "Nice, can I copy that program some time?" She asked. She could already think of several applications to the monitoring of migratory patterns in biospheres. (Reply Calvin - She really isn't snotty. Just stressed :) The Captain dragged them back to the matter at hand. Ardena tried to remember no matter how fascinating their surroundings, they had a much more important purpose in being here. She moved back to her own station to let Ops, Tactical and Communications work the ship guessed to be the Alacrity. She figured Tactical was scanning for more ships and the possibility of traps while trying to figure out what defences and offences could be used in the nebula without sending them all off in a hand basket. She didn't envy communications their job. But since she was at loose ends for the moment, she could draw in all relevant data on the conflicting energy fields and shuffle it down to the science department to see if they could come up with any patchwork to strengthen communication and sensors in the future. Let her brothers in blue figure out which engineers and ops staff to share their ideas with, Ardena didn't know most of the crew.. a pretty big liability, now that she thought about it. (Reply Capps, Any) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 13:00) The concerns of the Ops officer in regards his attempts to shunt power from non essential systems to the comms arrays, were valid of course. The ship however was at an optimal position to the other vessel now & getting closer to it was not an option. "Your concerns are noted Lieutenant Commander, Helm, maintain our current position", said the Captain. "Aye sir", said Rodriguez, "maneuvering thrusters are at station keeping & countering the effects of the Nebula within specified tolerances" "Prepare to send the Alacrity positional data in regards a stable rendezvous point", said the Captain. "The nearest moon to us will suffice" (Reply Goldsteen, Any) "Beta Ariani IV it will be then Ensign, compile & transmit the data when ready, maintain a close watch on the Alacrity's status, if she raises her shields, powers up her weapons or makes any other aggressive move, you are authorized to follow suit", said the Captain. (Reply Goldsteen, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign Ardena Carrow - 13:02) She was pretty damn happy to be leaving the space soup and back into real space. She, personally, didn't think it was real likely that the Alacrity would start an attack now. After all, if they'd wanted to set up an ambush, they would have waited out of sensor range, with a pulse probe and as soon as the Spectre entered the nebula blown it all to hell. Or at least, that's what she'd have done. Overkill, maybe, but it was better than under kill. So, here they were, leaving side by side, hand in hand, cautious allies and suspicious friends. The Alacrity had no more guarantee that the Spectre didn't have a fleet out here to command and conquer, but the Alacrity's fleet WAS somewhere out here. Now, that was a brilliant question, where WAS the Alacrity's fleet and what were they doing? The only reliable scan data was based on gravitation masses, which could hide anything from meteor to space ship, and energy disturbances. Of course, the nebula was one great big energy disturbance.. but they were random, wouldn't an organized pattern in the data, a reaction of ship to space soup, show where ships were hiding? Not exactly a quick process, but she let Tactical know her thoughts before starting to wade in. They had enough to worry about with the immediate dangers, let Ops and Tactical handle the immediate area while she searched further out and beyond. She had the data of their incoming, she had the data off their buoys and she had their scans from their trip in and now on their way out. If the Alacrity's fleet was to be found, she'd find it, damnit. At least she didn't have to worry about such things as phasors, shields, flight paths, plans.. really, when she thought about it, she probably had the easiest job on the bridge. Her reaction time didn't much matter, she didn't have to make tough decisions and she didn't have to evaluate a set of increasingly bad choices at any point. Actually, she was kind of surprised T'Vhor didn't have ulcers. But then, probably some of his 'conquer the emotions' attitude he thought was so grand. ~Hmm. He may have a point, actually.~ Ardena admitted to herself. ~Let's just not tell him that.~ (Reply any, all) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Captain T'Vhor - 13:25) The Captain turned to the First Officer, no doubt wondering now how the man would proceed with his first real command decision. Their first steps with the Alacrity's CO had seemed promising & although it wasn't really possible for either ship to show hostile intent to the other in this place, the important thing was that they hadn't tried to. "Your recommendations Lieutenant?", asked the Captain, prompting his FO now for constructive input. (Reply O'Conner) The Captain nodded accordingly, it was exactly what he would have chosen to do also. The hinderance of the electromagnetic effects of the Nebula protected them all to some extent, but to really be sure of Talasario's true intentions, they would indeed have to retreat into open space to begin negotiations. After all, using the Transporters now or a shuttle would be unthinkable & downright dangerous in the extreme. "I want you to assemble an away team Lieutenant, your own choice of officers of course. Once we return to normal space, we will head for the nearby moon of beta Ariani IV & establish orbit. You will transport to the Alacrity once both ships are in orbit, make the necessary arrangements & then report when ready.", said T'Vhor. (Reply O'Conner, Any) The Captain then addressed the Helm once again. "Prepare to come about Lieutenant Rodriguez, lock onto our marker bouy's & take us out, ahead one third impulse on my mark", said the Captain as he watched the FO head off for the turbolift in order to begin his plans. (Reply O'Conner, Any) (Posted by Alan Reading) ==================================================================== Stardate: 2407.07.04 (Earth - Paris, France - Office of the President - President Rodrigo Doenitz - 09:00) "It has been confirmed Mister President, Caladryll Sevant is in charge of the 19th Task Force, they're going to head our way soon. LoDona is somewhere in the area, along with all his forces. They're constantly changing position, but I think we have a fairly accurate map of their relative forces. Most of our agents have been... neutralized, unfortunately, so the traitor's greater strategy is as yet unknown." "Fool," Rodrigo said, looking at the map. "They don't need much strategy, they have almost enough force to break past the Perimeter and have enough to take us whole." The Admiral of the Fleet, Fleet Admiral Ricardo, nodded once. The man wasn't stupid, even if he was a political appointee... one of Doenitz's most faithful. In fact, being that close to Doenitz for so many years made him exceptionally intelligent... he would have had to been in order to survive. "This Sevant, what do we have on him?" Doenitz asked. "He was part of the ill-fated mission with Aragorn, the First Officer. His family was put to the knife to make a point... it wasn't taken. He was also captured about six months ago and scheduled for trial and execution as a Commodore of the 52nd fleet; he commanded one of their task forces. They managed to break him out though. His psychological records from Meridian Undersea Base suggest that he's got a strategic mind and he won't give up. Stratops says that he'd rather die then surrender, the records they have of him say that his Vulcan-oid personality will have reasserted itself after his emotional ties were, eh, removed." "We can use that against him," Rodrigo mused as he sat back in his chair. "We should have shut Meridian down sooner; the officers that came out of it have been a thorn in my side. Many of the Captain's coming against us now came out of that little gem." "Yes, Sir." the Fleet Admiral said. "How about the other Task Forces', do we know what their goals are?" "If our few agents are to be believed," the Fleet Admiral said. "Then they'll all pile onto Earth after the 19th breaks the Mars Defense Perimeter. We think Sevant will go gung-ho, straight for Earth himself. That many ships can pierce quite a large hole, the rest of the fleet can follow before the MDP can recover." "Hmm, maybe." Doenitz said. "They could also make a dash for Starbase Valhalla." "They'd be suicidal if they did, that's the strongest part of the Perimeter. But whatever they decide to do, we have the 1st fleet ready to move, plus all the reinforcements we've pulled into Sol. They'll be in for quite a surprise." Doenitz mulled over this as he looked at the force-dispositions. He had commanded troops in battle, but it wasn't his forte. He had risen so far by being in charge of black projects, not through the usual fleet commands. However, he wasn't stupid, and the numbers he was looking at didn't excite him. ~How could it have come to this?~ he mused, angrily. Finally he said, "I'm moving to Starfleet Command, have an office prepared immediately Admiral." "Yes Sir." He stood, "And get Yohen down here, we have some plans to make for our... special projects." The Fleet Admiral nodded once before taking his leave. Doenitz crossed his arms behind him and looked out of his window at the city of Paris. It wasn't nearly as pretty as it had been when he'd taken command, troops were everywhere, heavy weapons emplacements had been moved in to protect the President. Still, it could have been worse. San Francisco was even more heavily fortified, and he'd be there shortly. Rodrigo never gave up without a fight, after all. (reply: none, yet) (posted by Trout) =========================================================================== Mission: Ad Noctum Stardate: 2407.07.05 (USS Steel Talons - Admiral's War Room - Admiral LoDona - 14:12) "Sir, message from Admiral Sevant-TF19, 'Cross the River Acheron'." LoDona, standing at the holo-table and looking over the total battle plan and fleet movements, nodded once. "Then it has begun, send a message to all other Task Force Commanders- Sail the River Styx, Prepare to launch at my command." "Immediately, Sir!" the aide said before running off to his communications console. He looked at another aide, "Send to the Ja'Kooth, request that they join our battle-line." He sighed, the last thing they would need was for the Klingon High Chancellor to rush off head-first into battle, probably with the 19th, and commit suicide against the Mars Defense Perimeter. He'd chosen Sevant as the Task Force Commander of the 19th because the man was strategically brilliant, and more then a little stubborn. He'd either break the line, or he'd break his fleet trying. LoDona rubbed his Borg Implant and looked over; Admiral Lee was watching the same map he was. Lee was no longer the head of Strategic Operations for the 52nd, LoDona had been forced to replace him when he'd been captured by forces loyal to Doenitz, but he was still part of the Admiral's personal staff and now his Stratops advisor. What LoDona might miss, Lee would see, and vice versa. Or so went the theory. The Fleet Admiral turned his attention from Lee, back to the table. It had indeed begun... but how would it end? (reply: none, yet) (posted by Trout) Stardate: 2407.07.05 (IKV Ja'Kooth - High Council Chambers - Ambassador Miador Tane - 14.12) Miador took the PADD he was offered and looked at it. His face was grave, for all the martial feelings he harbored after living with Klingons in the midst of war for six months. All those years he'd spent on Qo'Nos, all those fights and brawls... even saving the Chancellor and then being named as Miador Tane, of the House of Tane, hadn't prepared him for the butchery and blood-lust that was the Klingon Empire at War. For once being a pacifist, the constant warfare was beginning to wear on his nerves. He stepped into the ring of High Counselors and offered up the PADD, and in Klingon said in a strong voice: "Cross the River Acheron." The Chancellor, his friend and confidant for so many years, smiled as though he was a boy given his first hunting rifle. "You Federalites have such strange ways of saying 'Let there be war!'" he bellowed, followed with an amused chuckle. The High Council laughed with him, and well they should, they were winning after all. There was much honor in winning, especially when they had begun with such impossible odds. Tane figured they saw it as a justification for their way of life... and endless excuse to get wildly drunk every night when there wasn't combat. He'd been to more parties in the last three months then in all his time since he'd last stepped foot in the Klingon Empire. And now he has a pair of bite marks on his left thigh, to match those on the right... but that was something that he wasn't going to think about just now. "The fleets are beginning to move," the High Admiral of the Klingon Fleet said. "We've just received all the pre-prepared orders. Admiral LoDona requests the presence of the Ja'Kooth with the Steel Talons, on their drive to Earth." The Chancellor nodded, "There will be plenty of glory for us, Earth is one of the most protected gems in this sector." He stood from his chair, "How strange, we go to destroy the Defense Perimeter... not to conquer our old enemies, but to help new allies. Destiny and Fate, they play ticks on us, eh... old friend?" "I don't believe in Fate," Tane said. It was an old argument, one they'd had often before. "Perhaps," the Chancellor said as he shrugged off his robes and put them on his traveling throne. "In eithercase, we have preparations to make. All of you, to your ships... we begin!" (reply: none) (posted by Trout) ============================================================================