From: JoGoodman2@aol.com Sent: Thursday, 15 January 2004 6:52 AM To: spectre-nrpg@freedom-squadron.com Cc: compiles@freedom-squadron.com Subject: Spectre compile Jan4-11 (pt3) Spectre compile Jan 4-11 (pt 3) (USS Spectre, Cargo Bay 1, Kahila Lono, 11:35) Kahila had been concerned about the energy use they'd needed for transporting the villagers and their belonging onboard. Her call to engineering had been answered, then routed to Ensign Longfellow, who said: "If we need power for the shields and weapons then the transporters will be a problem.. but the transporters can't transport through the shields.. so it isn't a problem.. ma'am." "That's a very logical answer, Enisign. Let me know if it does become a problem. I estimate our usage time to be under 40 minutes. I know your department has been working overtime the past 24 hours. I appreciate the devotion to duty that you've shown. Lono out." Something about the communication bothered Kahila; nothing in Longfellow's words was misplaced, but something in his tone of voice was not quite right. ~Possibly just lack of sleep,~ she thought. (USS Spectre, Cargo Bay 1, Kahila Lono, 13:00) Kahila watched as the villagers sorted through their belongings. She was impressed with the lack of squabbling and resentment shown by these people. ~They obviously have a stable social system, and a remarkable sense of trust in one another.~ Her combadge beeped for her attention, and she turned away to take the call. "Commander Lono, this is Remae, can you meet me in your office?" "Of course, Captain. I'll leave here now." She replied. (USS Spectre, Counsellor's Office, CO, Kahila Lono - 13.15) The Captain arrived before her, and said, as she entered: "Kahilia, thanks for coming, I know things are very busy at the moment. I want to talk to you about Ensign Longfellow, erm, Mark." Despite her earlier misgivings, she felt surprise. And was also impressed with the Captain's observation of each member of his crew, despite the series of emergency situations. She nodded, and he continued: "Well, he's been running engineering since we left and I get the feeling he's not getting any rest, I don't know a lot about the man and he seems to not interact well with the other members of the ship, especially those outside Engineering.", said Remae. waiting for a moment before continuing. "Personnel are the responsibility of the First Officer and I don't want to step on your toes but I think we need to talk to him, find out how he is, get him interacting outside of Engineering." "When I spoke with him earlier, I had a similar feeling that things might not be quite right with him. In my previous interview with him, when he arrived on the station, I found he was very uncomfortable with me-- with the process of counseling itself." Kahila said. ". perhaps this could be an assignment for our new Assistant Counsellor? Well, I have to admit, after this mission, were all going to need time to think about what has happened. Well, anything you think is required. thank you.", Captain Remae said, as he, rather hurriedly, left her office. Kahila sat down at her desk for a few moments, catching her breath, and thinking, ~This is the sort of thing I've noticed before, with the crew. It's difficult to get some of them to interact outside their own department. I'd hoped to instigate some kind of social occasions, but with the varied emergencies there hasn't been any opportunity for that. But with Hank, the problem may go deeper. Captain Remae is right, something should be done soon. I'll talk to Felicity about it, as soon as we both have a free moment.~ reply none posted by Josephine Goodman (USS Spectre - Corridor - ACMO Anderson - 11.40) As Rain approached the cargobay, she was greeted by a large group of planet natives looking scared and confused. Ensign Orde was leading them and Rain remembered that she hadn't given him the cure. She was surprised when she noticed that she could scan him with her tricorder. Somehow he'd been cured. "I don't know how, Ensign, but you seem to have been cured. I will want to investigate later. Where are you taking our guests?" "Sickbay." Orde replied. "Full to bursting." She replied. We'll have to do this in the cargo bay I think." Orde directed the natives back to the cargo bay. Spotting Ensign Wells, Rain moved over and asked "Why do we have the inhabitants of the planet up here with us? Were the xenolithe attacking?" (Reply Wells) "I'm going to need help examining all these people. I'll get help from sickbay but I could use a hand from you. Do you have time?" (Reply Wells, Orde, any) (Posted by Wendy Keen) (USS Spectre, Nacelle, ACEO, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 11:45) Hank sighed softly however it sounded much louder inside of his helmet as he looked over the power readings. He wanted to go. To move. For the ship to do something, anything and he bounced in place as he leaned against the tether. "Come on.. come on.. come on," he chanted over and over in a whisper as he glanced to the transporter readings again. With one hand he tapped at the LCARS panel opening and minimizing a display repeatedly as he waited impatiently and tried to ignore the trembling in his hand again. It had almost gone away from the last time. Almost. As he'd felt the fatigue creeping in he'd wound down. ~I had to take it I wouldn't have made it this far.. would have slept.. sleep is bad.. to much to do to much to do,~ he thought to himself like a mantra as he attempted to justify the second dose but he didn't know how long the second one would last. Another hour? Two? How long would it take to beam up the inhabitants of the village? Would he be awake at his post when he was needed? Could he focus himself enough to do his job? Reaching down he adjusted the temperature on his suit to make it colder in an attempt to keep himself awake and focused. "Longfellow to Main Engineering, how are the crews doing with clearing out that cargo bay," Hank demanded as he checked the display for the location of the engineering teams. =/\= "They've completed it. There wasn't much in there but they're helping with setting up the area for the inhabitants," =/\= said the crewman Hank had spoken to last. "Good, good," Hank said as he bounced up and down lightly on the balls of his feet. "Keep crews reserved just incase the medical department or Ops asks for us to set up triage areas and if we have anyone to spare send them out as litter bearers if they need them," Hank stated as he tried to focus himself to the task at hand. ~He knows he knows that something is wrong.. wrong with me,~ Hank thought before catching himself and shaking his head. "Okay.. um.. Longfellow out," he added quickly as he closed the channel. (reply any ) (Posted by Mark) (USS Spectre, Engineering, CO, Captain Remae - 12.30) "Crewman, where can I find the ACEO?", asked Remae to one of the engineers working at their console. She directed the Captain over to a corner of engineering. Remae headed over there, taking a look at the core as he did so. "Ensign?", said Remae, leaning down over another console. Longfellow was working on a conduit or something with his feet sticking. He eased himself down under the console and again called the Ensign. (Reply from Longfellow) "What condition are we in?", he said and then added as an after-thought, "Straight up, Ensign.", he said, looking around at the console the Ensign was working on and then looking back at the Ensign, the ACEO looked like he'd been beaten over the head with a warp conduit. Remae waited for the systems report and then stood up and waited for the ACEO to do the same. "How do you feel, Hank? You look like you're ready to fall down.", asked Remae switching comfortable to his inherent Counsellor training. (Reply from Longfellow) "Well, if your sure Ensign, as soon as things settle down, we'll talk more.", said Remae as he left the Acting CEO to his duties, something wasn't right and Remae thought more and more about it as he left Engineering. "Commander Lono, this is Remae, can you meet me in your office?", he said, tapping his badge as he took the nearest turbolift to the Counsellor's Office. (Reply from Lono) (USS Spectre, Counsellor's Office, CO, Captain Remae - 13.15) Remae was inside before the Counsellor's arrive and he simply looked around until she arrived. "Kahilia, thanks for coming, I know things are very busy at the moment. I want to talk to you about Ensign Longfellow, erm, Mark." (Reply from Lono) "Well, he's been running engineering since we left and I get the feeling he's not getting any rest, I don't know a lot about the man and he seems to not interact well with the other members of the ship, especially those outside Engineering.", said Remae. waiting for a moment before continuing. "Personnel are the responsibility of the First Officer and I don't want to step on your toes but I think we need to talk to him, find out how he is, get him interacting outside of Engineering." (Reply from Lono) ". perhaps this could be an assignment for our new Assistant Counsellor? Well, I have to admit, after this mission, were all going to need time to think about what has happened. Well, anything you think is required. thank you.", said Remae, heading out of the office suddenly feeling nervous. (Reply from Lono) That done, Remae headed back to the Bridge, who knows what L'Tal would have done to his ship in the few hours he'd been away! (Reply from Lono, L'Tal, Anderson, Longfellow, Any) (Posted By Anthony Keen) (USS Spectre, Main Engineering, ACEO, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 12:30) He'd already cut away the old ODN cables where they'd burnt out on the workstation. All Hank had to do was refeed the new cables back along the lines to where they connected to the various parts of the LCARS. "Ensign?" someone called from the room nearby. Hank wondered how much trouble he'd get in if he stunned someone. Possibly it would get him thrown out of Starfleet, but the tempting thought of stunning the other engineer was there. "Ensign?" Hank heard once more but he was certain that the voice was someone different. He almost groaned aloud as he saw the Captain easing himself down under the console. "Sir, yes sir," Hank said firmly in reply as tensed himself against the pain and scooted out from under the workstation. Gritting his teeth he sat up and looked up at the Captain. ~The Captain? Why is he here.. why ,~ Hank thought as he attempted to form a reason for it. "What condition are we in?", he said and then added as an after-thought, "Straight up, Ensign.", he said, looking around at the console the Ensign was working on and then looking back at the Ensign, the ACEO looked like he'd been beaten over the head with a warp conduit. Bracing himself with a hand on the workstation Hank forced himself to stand. It had felt so good to lay down even if he was awake. Just to lie there for a little while. Just a little while longer. Remae waited for the systems report and then stood up and waited for the ACEO to do the same. Shifting slowly Hank moved into his normal at-ease stance with his hands behind his back. "Sir, we are in fit condition except for the one Warp nacelle. While the interior and Warp drive components are in place and can be called upon the hull has been breached there. It's being worked on as much as we can right now but the panels we'd replicated for the repair were left on the planet in our efforts to stave off the Xenolithe, sir," Hank said as he thought for a moment. "Warp speeds above 7 aren't advisable but we can boost the field to take it if we have to, sir," he added. "How do you feel, Hank? You look like you're ready to fall down.", asked Remae switching comfortable to his inherent Counselor training. Pausing at this Hank frowned. Lono. He remembered talking with the XO earlier and he didn't know if she'd been reading him or not but the XO and the CO knew something. Had it been Lono? Or maybe his own staff? They'd been trying to get him to sleep. Did they suspect? ~I can't trust them. Any of them can't trust Starfleet.. they don't trust me.. they're waiting for the traitor to the Marquis to betray them too,~ he thought bitterly. "I'm fine sir," Hank stated firmly even as he straightened up his stance a bit more. "Well, if your sure Ensign, as soon as things settle down, we'll talk more.", said Remae as he left the Acting CEO to his duties, something wasn't right and Remae thought more and more about it as he left Engineering. Nodding politely Hank watched the Captain go. ~He'll report me.. and I'll be gone.. I screwed up ,~ he thought worriedly as he looked to the console once more then back to the doors the Captain had gone out. Shaking his head Hank simply walked towards the doors. "I'm going off duty," he muttered to the Officer on Duty who nodded. "Cool. Go get some sleep," the crewman said with a nod of agreement. (reply any ) (Posted by Mark) <> (USS Spectre, Personal Quarters, ACEO, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 13:15) Alone in the darkness Hank lay wrapped up in the covers of his bed as he waited. A shower had taken the feeling of the last few days from his skin except for his hands. The fingertips still tingled but he could ignore that, but the ache of his muscles and joints along with the almost grinding feel of bone against bone each time he moved was something he couldn't put aside that easily. The stimulant was gone for the most part at least he couldn't feel it making his pulse race. "Gotta sleep," he whispered softly to himself. (Hank's mind- Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - ?) "Dr. Longfellow," called out a voice and Hank looked up from where he stood in the livingroom/waiting room. "They've brought in the traitor," yelled the man. One of the Marquis. "I showed him mercy once.. and he turned his back on me," said Dr. Longfellow as Hank looked back and forth. He couldn't see them. All he could see was the room. It had seemed so much bigger when he was young. After moving from place to place the colony's quarters had seemed huge until he'd grown older. The walls had closed in to try and trap him. Standing up Hank walked slowly over to the examination room. He hated that room. It always had smelled of scents he didn't think belonged in a home. "Let his beloved Federation heal him," his father said bitterly and Hank wondered who lay upon the bio-bed as he walked up to the man. Looking down he stared at himself then blinked. A heartbeat later he lay upon the table. Gasping in a breath his eyes searched the shadows that seemed to fill the room. "Oh, we don't want him," said another voice. "Maybe he should heal himself," accused the person in the shadows as a hypo was held out above Hank by someone in a Starfleet uniform. The engineer wanted to explain. To tell his side and set things straight but he couldn't move. Couldn't speak. He could only watch as the hypo was let go and dropped down upon his chest to weigh there heavily. The weight seemed to want to crush the air from him and he panted softly. (reply none) (Posted by Mark) <> (USS Spectre, CSO's Quarters, CSO Ensign Octan Maber, 13:15) Octan lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. It was a weird sensation - to be doing nothing. Life had been hectic since arriving on the Spectre. He had looked forward to it and enjoyed the excitement, but no-one could've been prepared for the past two days. After beaming up the villagers, Octan had found himself with nothing to do for the first time since arriving on the ship. He had suddenly realised that he was tired. He felt a bit like a hypocrite for feeling tired, considering that some people on the ship had not slept for days, but, since there was nothing he could do about that, he searched out his quarters for the first time. Upon entering, he had remembered that his belongings were still in the Captain's Ready Room, but was pleasantly surprised to find that someone had actually brought them to his quarters. He wondered who would've found time to do that in all this craziness. Most likely the Captain got fed up with the clutter in his ready room and sent it down. The commbadge beeped, interrupting his thoughts. =^= Ensign Octan, we have that Xenolithe tissue sample you requested =^= It was from the science station. "Be right there," he replied. Seemed like there was no rest for the wicked after all. (USS Spectre, Research Section, CSO Ensign Octan Maber, 13:30) Octan entered the research lab to find a dead Xenolithe on one of the tables. "This is what you call a tissue sample?" he asked the two scientists in the lab. They just smiled broadly by way of reply. "Okay, let's get to work," Octan said. "Do we still have some nanoprobe samples?" (reply none) (Posted by Arnaud Malherbe)