Compile August 12-18 (Geneva Station) Part 1 This compile is part one of three compiles for Geneva Station. Lot's happening through these posts. Lots of minor timestamp corrections. Note: Whenever there were multiple locations in a single post, I spilt them up so that every thing falls chronologically. This does not alter the post count. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Crossroads Day: 1 Stardate: 2407.04.02 Compile Summary Part A (Starbase Geneva - Main Promenade - Drizzt - 1011) (Starbase Geneva - Main Promenade - Marines Durnik and Ari - 1012) (Starbase Geneva - Promenade Upper deck - Conn/Ops- Lt. JG. Dralar- 1015) (Starbase Geneva - Promenade, - 2nd Lieutenant- Smith - 0101) (Starbase Geneva - Promenade, Twilight's Edge- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1150) (Starbase Geneva - Brig, Block C - Colonel Drizzt - 1200) (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1205) (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1206) (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C - Col Spider Drizzt - 1207) (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1208) (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C - Col Drizzt- 1209) (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1211) (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C - Marines Durnik and Ari - 1215) (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C - 2nd Lieutenant- Smith - 1218) (Starbase Geneva - Administrative Offices- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1220) (Starbase Geneva - Administrative Offices- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1225) (Star Base Geneva, Deck Deck 113, Science Lounge - Science Officer Lieutenant (jg) Megan Tallos - 1330) (Star Base Geneva, Deck Deck 113, Science Lounge - Ensign (j.g.) Serixs Ssarumon - 1335) (Starbase Geneva - Administrative Offices- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1336) (Star Base Geneva, Deck Deck 113, Science Lounge - Ensign (j.g.) Serixs Ssarumon - 1340) (Star Base Geneva, Deck Deck 113, Science Lounge - Lieutenant (jg) Megan Tallos - 1341) (Star Base Geneva -Deck 113, Science Lounge -- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1344) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 3, Captain Rivers Temporary Office, Ambassador Suentar & Captain Susan Rivers, 1345) (Starbase Geneva - Shuttlebay- Civilian Tisha LaQua-1346) (Star Base Geneva -Deck 113, Science Lounge -- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1348) (Star Base Geneva -Deck 113, Science Lounge - Science Officer, Lieutenant (jg) Megan Tallos - 1349) (Star Base Geneva -Deck 113, Science Lounge - Ensign (j.g.) Serixs Ssarumon - 1350) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Main Promenade - Drizzt - 1011) Drizzt ducked an attack; this time by a human, then caught a punch by that same individual. He wasted no time in bringing his elbow down HARD on the man's arm. He felt a satisfying -crack-, and the man screamed. Drizzt pushed him away, no longer interested. It might have seemed harsh in a brawl to break bones, but it was better then snapping necks. Drizzt wasn't all together certain that everyone was going to walk out of this alive, it wasn't good natured like most marine bar brawls, people were out for blood. And for no particular reason. It was getting all together out of hand. He caught the hand of yet another throwing a punch, but wasn't fast enough to duck as someone else decided he looked like a pretty target and punched him in the face from the side. He felt flying, for the second time in less then two minutes, and ended up rolling to his knees. He spit some blue blood onto the deck plates and looked up, now in a REALLY bad mood. His attacker, a Tellarite, was swinging his way closer... knocking people aside at random. Drizzt wiped his lips on the sleeve of his uniform, never taking his eyes away from the target. The Tellarite was picked up and tossed by a Klingon before much else could be said, however, so Drizzt stood up cautiously and pushed away a couple locked in a death-grip before they decided to turn on him. Tapping his badge, he said. "Security Emergency on the Promenade, please send multiple security teams!" (reply: anyone who wants to play security on Geneva) Drizzt put his back to a corner for a moment. He'd just about resolved to stay there, too, when he saw a Klingon coming in his direction. The Andorian sighed and detached himself from the wall, so he'd have to room to maneuver. Of course, he never saw the Klingon behind him, who swung both arms at him with his fists tight... Klingon arms made effective clubs. Drizzt was slammed against a wall, and barely had the presence of mind to fall when the original Klingon (who was howling at the top of his lungs) slammed his ham-sized fists where his head had just been. Drizzt kicked out by reflex and caught said Klingon in the Knee. He kicked twice more in quick succession before the Klingon fell, but by then the one who'd hit him was on top of him and picking him up by the uniform. "D*MNMIT!" Drizzt screamed as he tried to get purchase and wiggle free of the Klingon. He was still to dazed, however, and the Klingon had an iron grip. Drizzt was about to pull his combat-knife out of his shoulder-holster, before the Klingon could drop him across his knee and break his back, when the Klingon suddenly grunted twice in quick succession. The Andorian dropped from senseless Klingon fingers and rolled on the floor, but he came to a halt just in time to see the Klingon fall to two separate phaser beams. Security, lots of them in full riot gear, were stunning themselves through the Promenade. ~Ah hell.~ he thought. He slowly stood, his body one giant ache, and brought up his hands before he too could be stunned. "I surrender." he said, in a foul mood. The only answer was a guard slapping cuffs on him and barking to some subordinates to escort 'this colonel' to the brig. (reply: anyone) (posted by Trout) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Main Promenade - Marines Durnik and Ari - 1012) From a bar across the way, Durnik and Ari watched the fight unfold with interest. A few of the other patrons in the bar began to lay bets on the outcome. Durnik looked at Ari. "I reckon," he said judiciously, "Five to one on the Maj- I mean, the Colonel, thrashing three Klingons and then getting beaten by a fourth." Ari looked at the way the fight was developing. "Done," he said. "'Cos I reckon the way he's going it's going to be at least four before he goes down. Hey!" he exclaimed, rising to get a better view, "I think that's Smithy going in!" "Really?" Durnik finished his drink and contemplated ordering another. "Ohhh that's got to hurt - he just broke his PADD on a Klingon's head. Uh-oh, he doesn't look too pleased - oooooh, no, Smithy's making his way towards the Colonel and - OY!" he yelled in indignation. "That's a disruptor!" Ari looked down at Durnik. "We've got to go and help," he said. "Some of them Klingons aren't playing fair." Durnik sighed but stood up anyway. "It's a fight," he explained to his friend as they hurried over. "With Klingons. They don't play by the same rules as we do." Reaching the fight, Durnik grabbed the arm of the Klingon about to make purée out of Smith's face. "Now, now," he admonished. "My mate Ari's got something to say to you," The Klingon turned to Ari with a snarl, to be met with a roundhouse blow to the jaw. His head moved backwards turning slightly to be met neatly with the clenched fist of Durnik. Ari pulled Smith to his feet. "OK there Smithy, mate?" he said, then ducked as another Klingon threw a punch in his direction. (reply Smith iyw) "JEEZE!!" Ari exclaimed. suddenly "That's a bird wearing a uniform!" Durnik pulled him unceremoniously out of the way of a charging Klingon. "Less ornithology, more fighting!" he urged. "I'm not at all religious," Ari started to object, but Durnik had returned to the fray, so he did the same. The rest of the fight was relatively short but furious, and by the time the security details arrived, liberally using their phasers to cut a path through those who simply would not listen, Durnik had a bloody nose and Ari had a black eye and a split lip. Both had multiple bruises all over as well. Seeing the Colonel surrender to security, Durnik tapped Ari on the shoulder. "Time to leave, me old mate. Where's Smithy?" A hand on his shoulder made him stop. ~Ah h*ll, too late~ "It's a fair cop," he said with resignation to the security officer who'd apprehended him. "Just don't put us in the same cell as them, eh?" he tipped his head towards a group of Klingons being led away by another team. He held out his arms and felt the cuffs slapped on. As the were moved off in the wake of the Colonel and the Klingons, Ari said, "Durnik?" "Yeah?" "How come we always end up in the Brig?" "Ah, well Ari, that's what you might call c'est la vie." "Sailor Vee?" "Yeah." "Oh." Ari pondered this for several moments. "''Ere Smithy," he said finally. "D'you know this Sailor Vee guy? 'Cos if I ever I meet him I'm gonna punch his lights out!" (reply: Smith, any) (posted by Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Promenade Upper deck - Conn/Ops- Lt. JG. Dralar- 1015) The promenade was crowded and repressively so. Dralar squeezed through the throng of peoples garnering a series of funny looks and gasps of astonishment. Despite his time here on the station he always seemed to get the same responses from the people that visited here. Some of the people scattered from his path of travel, uncertain of his intentions. That suited Dralar well, since he didn't really want to continue to push his way through this crowd any more than necessary. He reached his destination, the small protective rail that prevented unwary people from stepping off into the open expanse that was at the core of the six decks that comprised the station. The turbo lift shafts in the center of the open space were connected to outer circle of shops and common areas by spokes that radiated inwards. Ands while these spokes were sizable as was the centermost island that contained the Turbolifts, There was an amazing amount of open space between the outer perimeter and the center island. It was an artificial sky of sorts and it was a LONG way to the bottom. Dralar took a single hop upwards and landed with ease on the top of the railing. He'd been wanting to do this for a long time, and now he'd take the opportunity to leave this place correctly. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, allowing the shift in his weight to carry him forward and free of any chance of catching himself on the railing. He was free falling. The wind whipped past his face and if Dralar could have smiled, he would have. The find of the wind, even artificial wind was an attractive siren luring him ever closer to the bottom of the open area. He shot past the third deck below where he had begun, His momentum now beyond terminal velocity. He rolled himself over reorienting himself properly. He passed another deck and heard someone gasp with surprise. ~What do they expect~ he thought to himself as he plunged downwards. Only two decks to go until he reached the bottom. Another deck flashed by and Dralar's sharp ears picked up the sound of a disruptor being fired. Instantly his adrenaline was pumping and his heart racing. In one well practiced move, he spread his wings and banked. His flight path, led him around the lowest portion of the center turbolift shafts as if he were a comet sling shooting his way around a familiar star. He turned his eyes upwards and tilted his wings, gaining altitude without flapping, His momentum was more than sufficient to allow him to gain a deck or two of altitude. He passed the second deck from the bottom and noted immediately a brawl in progress. It appeared as if some Klingons and Starfleet marines were engaged in a disagreement. One Klingon had drawn his disruptor and even was Dralar was banking towards the ruckus, another was doing the same. He was approaching one of the marines already engaged in single combat from behind, Dralar knew that he had to act quickly, or the marine would die. He tightened his wings against his body, building up momentum as he directed himself into a dive towards the Klingon warrior. The warrior was raising his weapon now and Dralar, afraid that he would be too late to aid the Marine, pulled his wings in against his body completely. The distance closed quickly and Dralar threw his massive wings open at the last second to bleed off velocity, as he did so, his lower body shot forward, putting his two taloned feet in front of him. Years of Velar hunting paid off in this instant. His right foot grasped the Klingon warriors weapon hand, piercing it without delay. The other caught his upper arm and pierced flesh. The Klingon warrior howled in pain as he lost grip on his disruptor. The weapon clattered into the melee as Dralar beat his wings forcefully, allowing his momentum to pull the Klingon warrior from his feet and spin him in a partial throw to the deck. Dralar released his grip immediately and landed effortlessly a short distance away. He spun to face the Klingon as he looked up from his place on the deck. "I'll hill you!" the Klingon bellowed as he pulled himself to his feet. Thick purple blood dripped on the deck from his wounds and Dralar tightened his leg muscles in preparation to take flight. "Not today warrior. Retire while your honor is still intact!" he replied. The Klingon pulled a blade then, a wicked short bladed knife with small spikes at the base of the blade. He regained his feet and charged forward sweeping the blade before him in a thrust. Dralar sprung upwards using his legs and a single down stroke of his wings. His taloned feet shot forward. His left foot, sunk into the Klingon warriors shoulder as his sharp talons ripped through the fabric of his uniform with ease. His right foot closed around the Klingon's throat, pulling tight, cutting off the Klingon's air supply. The Klingon swung the blade in an arc in front of him, but Dralar's body and wing beats were shaking him wildly as he swung the blade. He never made contact. A moment later, the Klingon grew very heavy as he lost consciousness. Dralar stopped flapping. And allowed the weight of the Klingons body to pull him to the deck. He released his grip from the Klingon's throat and withdrew his talons from his shoulder. For a moment he regarded the Klingon, wondering what the species might taste like. He could make quick work of the warrior with his beak, but decided against it. It wasn't the Starfleet way, even if it was the way of his people. The brawl continued, and Dralar, not wishing to become forced to fight on the ground, took two quick steps forward and threw himself into the air. His wings opened and he shot out into the open space between the decks. He circled around again. Watching for anyone dishonorable enough to try to kill another participant in the brawl in a cowardly manner. (Reply None) (Posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Promenade, - 2nd Lieutenant- Smith - 1016) "Now, now," "My mate Ari's got something to say to you," Smith saw the Klingon turn and get hit by a round house punch. He saw Durnik and Ari standing over him and help him to his feet. “Thanks guys. Nice of you to drop in.” "JEEZE!!" Ari exclaimed. "That's a bird wearing a uniform!" Smith ignored the comment as he punched a closing Klingon in the face and then spun out the way. "Less ornithology, more fighting!" he urged. "I'm not at all religious," Ari said. Smith grinned to him self as he closed on the nearest Klingon. Suddenly he was yanked off his feet from behind and slammed onto the floor. He began to last out until he saw the grim face of the station security officer glaring down at him. He looked over and saw the Colonel surrender to security. He heard Durnik say to Ari "Time to leave, me old mate. Where's Smithy?" He saw about to say something when he saw them get caught by security ~Ow well that was nice~ He got hand cuffed and pulled on to his feet. "''Ere Smithy," he said finally. "D'you know this Sailor Vee guy? 'Cos if I ever I meet him I'm gonna punch his lights out!" Smith grinned and shook his head. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Promenade, Twilight's Edge- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1150) Ahmed set down a hunk of sandwich and chewed vigorously. His time tables were starting to come together, once he corrected the simple error of transposing numbers. That simple transposition took his timetable from an impossible 3 weeks to a much more manageable month and a half. He swallowed his bite and washed it down with a long draw from his glass. He smacked his lips with a satisfying "Ahh" then made another minor adjustment to his schedule. His PADD beeped, indicating a message. He saved his work and flipped over to the newest message. It was from command informing him that Lieutenant Tallos and Ensign Ssarumon, both science officers, had been assigned to the Champlain and were somewhere on the station. Apparently they were both involved in special research and the required special accommodations shipboard. There was no mention of the type of research they were undertaking or what sort of facilities they would require. Ahmed sighed, that just meant that he'd need to speak with them both to ascertain their needs, so that could make certain that everything was in order before the Champlain arrived. He quickly used his PADD to advise the headquarters that her orders had been received and would be carried out without delay. He then located the two scientists, who as luck would have it seemed to be nearby. He downloaded direction to their location. He rose from his seat and headed that way. He was almost to Tallos' location when his commbadge chirped and an unfamiliar voice spoke. =^=Geneva Security Block C to Commander Salid, acknowledge please. =^= ~What does the station brig want with me?~ he asked himself as he tapped his commbadge. "Salid here, go ahead." he replied =^= Commander, please report to the Security Block C, control room as soon as possible. Out=^= Before Ahmed could say anything in reply the channel closed. (REPLY NONE) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Brig, Block C - Colonel Drizzt - 1200) "Alright Colonel, if you'll come with me?" Drizzt, who had been treated briefly by a medical corpsman after being tossed into a solitary cell, stood up and rubbed at his lips. His uniform was a mess, but at least he wasn't a huge mass of cuts anymore. He was still bruised, the corpsman hadn't had the time to sit and heal -every- injury he'd gotten, but at least he wasn't bleeding over the floor anymore. And, as with all Senior Officers, he wasn't being kept in general population. Which was almost too bad, he wanted to know how his troopers were doing, and just what had happened to all the Klingons who had started the ruckus. The Lieutenant who pulled him out gestured down the hallway, Drizzt obliged. He didn't dislike Station Security, simply because he'd been thrown in the Brig. It was to be expected after Civil Disorder. He just hoped it wouldn't come down to a court martial to find all the facts, or he could be stuck on Geneva until long after his ship had left port. He stepped into an interrogation room and paused, then blinked. Someone who he didn't immediately recognize, but had a Commander's pips, was standing on a table and playing with a power relay. The man hopped off the table and ordered the Lieutenant away. Then said, "The relay was failing. but that's not important right at this moment. Please colonel have a seat will you?" "Of course." Drizzt said blandly. He'd seen and heard stranger in his times, this wasn't much too really make light of. He took a seat gracefully and folded his hands together. "You're in the wrong uniform for JAG, so then if I might be allowed a question: who are you?" (reply: Any) (posted by Trout) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1205) Ahmed steeped into the room with the marine uniform shirt neatly folded in his hands. "He'll be in shortly, sir." the security officer said. "Thank you Lieutenant," Ahmed replied. He walked around to the far side of the table and sat down as the door to the room closed. There was a barely audible buzz coming from the lighting strip. That sound meant that the relay was failing, another few hours and it would fail entirely if it wasn't repaired. Ahmed stood and stepped up on the table. With one swift motion, he pulled the light strip cover off, and pulled the offending series relay. Half the lighting strip went out, dropping the room into a twilight. He pulled the relay cover and adjusted the EPS power flow by hand a quarter turn. He then replaced the cover on the relay and reinstalled it. The light snapped back on without the annoying hum. Smiling Ahmed replaced the interior access cover, just as the door opened and an Andorian Marine colonel stepped into the room. Ahmed sighed. ~great first impression~ Ahmed quickly replaced the strip cover and hopped down off the table. He straightened his tunic and looked past the Colonel at the security officer standing in the doorway. "That will be all lieutenant," Ahmed said. The man nodded and left with a bewildered look on his face. "The relay was failing…" Ahmed explained, " but that's not important right at this moment. Please colonel have a seat will you?" (reply Drizzt) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1206) "You're in the wrong uniform for JAG, so then if I might be allowed a question: who are you?" Drizzt asked. Ahmed regarded the Colonel for a moment, he looked as if he had been fighting on the front lines, not in a brawl on a space station. "Lieutenant Commander Ahmed Ibn Salid." Ahmed replied, "I've just been assigned as the First officer of the USS Champlain. Station security advised me that yourself and some of the marines were involved in a civil disturbance and had been detained." He reached down and picked up the Marine uniform tunic and set it down in front of the colonel. "They also told me that your uniform was in a shambles. I took the liberty of replicating you a new one." (reply Drizzt) "I spoke to the security officer that was in charge of the riot team that responded to the riot." he continued. "He advised me that you and the marines all surrendered yourselves without further incident to station security. None of the Klingons did." (reply Drizzt) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C - Col Spider Drizzt - 1207) "Lieutenant Commander Ahmed Ibn Salid." Ahmed replied, "I've just been assigned as the First officer of the USS Champlain. Station security advised me that yourself and some of the marines were involved in a civil disturbance and had been detained." ~Oh, that's different.~ "They also told me that your uniform was in a shambles. I took the liberty of replicating you a new one." The Marine sat there for a moment, looking at the new Commander and considering his options. Finally, he took the tunic and said: "Thank you, Sir." "I spoke to the security officer that was in charge of the riot team that responded to the riot." he continued. "He advised me that you and the marines all surrendered yourselves without further incident to station security. None of the Klingons did." "It's not in the Klingon mentality to surrender," Drizzt said as he sat up in the chair. "And in the right, it's not typically a Marine's mentality either. But all things considered, we didn't want to cause more of a problem then already existed. This wasn't a good-natured bar fight, after all." He considered the words that the Commander had used as he unfolded the tunic top to look at it. "Riot... riot is a good word, very descriptive of the situation. I have rarely seen anything short of open combat turn so bloody, so very quickly. And there was no real reason for it, that's the irony of it. The entire episode began as a territory issue, four Klingons wanting my men to move on. I will admit that, after I'd ordered those men TO move on, one of them whispered something to himself that wasn't politick- which started the brawl... but that wasn't provocation for all that ensued." The Marine stopped and put the tunic back on the table. "This is not how I would have liked to be introduced to you Commander. I assure you, my men are well disciplined and I apologize for the inconvenience." (reply: any) (posted by trout) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1208) "It's not in the Klingon mentality to surrender," Drizzt said as he sat up in the chair. "And in the right, it's not typically a Marine's mentality either. But all things considered, we didn't want to cause more of a problem then already existed. This wasn't a good-natured bar fight, after all." "Riot... riot is a good word, very descriptive of the situation. I have rarely seen anything short of open combat turn so bloody, so very quickly. And there was no real reason for it, that's the irony of it. The entire episode began as a territory issue, four Klingons wanting my men to move on. I will admit that, after I'd ordered those men TO move on, one of them whispered something to himself that wasn't politick- which started the brawl... but that wasn't provocation for all that ensued." Drizzt replied. "No I'd say it wasn't." Ahmed replied, " sixteen serious injuries, including but not limited to stab wounds and broken bones. Fortunately no one died. That hardly seems like your average bar room disagreement, Colonel." "This is not how I would have liked to be introduced to you Commander. I assure you, my men are well disciplined and I apologize for the inconvenience." Ahmed smiled then. It was a rather odd way to meet each other. Ahmed nodded. "It is an unusual way to meet. But this is the way it happened to be Colonel. No need to make more of it then there already is." "Provided that you can insure me that none of our marines will get caught doing anything they shouldn't be doing, I'm inclined to have them all released." He paused. "And since all the serious injuries were sustained by Klingons, I see no reason that they can't perform their duties, do you Colonel?" (reply Drizzt) "Any marine that can't report for training as required as a result of their injuries from this little scuffle will find themselves on report. So if you can see to it that their needs are tended to, and that they realize that there will be consequences if there are further issues while they are on this station. Which shouldn't be difficult if they are disciplined as you claim them to be." (reply Drizzt) Ahmed nodded. He pressed an intercom button on the table top. =^= Security desk. Lieutenant Parsons=^= "Lieutenant, This is Lt. Commander Salid. Please have All the Marines and Colonel Drizzt released to the Colonel's custody." Ahmed ordered. =^= Yes sir. I'll take care of it.=^= "Well Colonel. It was a pleasure to meet you, maybe next time we meet it will be under better circumstances." (reply Drizzt) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C - Col Drizzt- 1209) "This is not how I would have liked to be introduced to you Commander. I assure you, my men are well disciplined and I apologize for the inconvenience." "It is an unusual way to meet. But this is the way it happened to be Colonel. No need to make more of it then there already is. Provided that you can insure me that none of our marines will get caught doing anything they shouldn't be doing, I'm inclined to have them all released." He paused. "And since all the serious injuries were sustained by Klingons, I see no reason that they can't perform their duties, do you Colonel?" "No sir, none." Drizzt replied with a nod. "They weren't the cause of this little ruckus... but they'll be worked hard all the same." He considered the situation for a few moments, "A few of the Marines are on the sick-list however." "Any marine that can't report for training as required as a result of their injuries from this little scuffle will find themselves on report. So if you can see to it that their needs are tended to, and that they realize that there will be consequences if there are further issues while they are on this station. Which shouldn't be difficult if they are disciplined as you claim them to be." Drizzt almost smiled, "I'll make sure they understand, Commander." The First Officer nodded and tapped a button. =^= Security desk. Lieutenant Parsons=^= "Lieutenant, This is Lt. Commander Salid. Please have All the Marines and Colonel Drizzt released to the Colonel's custody." Ahmed ordered. =^= Yes sir. I'll take care of it.=^= "Well Colonel. It was a pleasure to meet you, maybe next time we meet it will be under better circumstances." Drizzt stood, "It will be, Commander, but if you'll excuse me, I have some troops to round up and a uniform to change." (reply: FO, if desired: with room for more if necessary) Drizzt waited until the Commander had left before stripping out of his blue-smeared uniform and putting the new one on. He'd have done this before meeting his men regardless, but it was a nice touch on the Commander's part. He appreciated the little gesture about those who would end up on report as well... the colonel figured all his men would manage to make it to cross-training today. Once he was dressed, he knocked on the door, which was immediately answered by a Security Crewman. Drizzt said, "Take me to my crew." "Yes, Colonel." Was the only response. Drizzt put his arms behind him and followed deeper into the Cell Block. It didn't take long before he was standing in front of the cells his men had been stuffed into; looking pressed and dressed while they all looked dirty and trodden. He put a smile on his face as they were released. Once they had all been separated out and he could get a count of them, there were only nine, he barked. "Marines.... Atttenshon!" (reply: any) (posted by Trout) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1211) Drizzt stood, "It will be, Commander, but if you'll excuse me, I have some troops to round up and a uniform to change." Ahmed nodded. "Of course, Colonel. And if you need anything, just let me know." Ahmed stepped around the table and exited the small room. It had been a pleasurable meeting with the Colonel. His path carried him out of the security block and back up towards the administrative offices. ~So do I tell the captain that part of our marine contingent and MCO were involved in a riot in the promenade?~ that was the question that kept coursing through his mind as he rode in the turbolift. (reply none) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C - Marines Durnik and Ari - 1215) "Durnik?" "Yes, Ari?" "How long d'you think we'll be in here?" "Till the Colonel gets us out, I guess. Then it'll probably be the usual." Silence for a few minutes. "Durnik?" "Yes, Ari?" "How can the Colonel get us out when he's in here too?" Durnik smirked. "The Colonel has high connections, Ari," he said and winked broadly, tapping his nose at the same time. "Oh, right." Pause. "Who's that then?" Durnik glanced around the crowded cell. As far as he knew it wasn't a secret but you never knew. And where senior officers were concerned it was usually best to play dumb. He leaned closer and whispered in Ari's ear. "He's WHAT?!" "Shh!" Ari shook his head, an expression of wonder on his face. "That man has more courage than's natural if you ask me," he said. "I mean, would you?" Durnik snorted. "Not very likely the circumstances would arise, really, is it." "No, but if you were, like, stranded on a deserted planet, just the two of you. Would you then?" "How long for?" "Five years. No, ten." Durnik gave the question due consideration. but before he could reply the cell was opened and they were released. As Durnik and Ari were at the back of the cell they were the last out of their little group. Peering over the shoulders of the marine in front of them, they saw Lt Colonel Drizzt, looking as if he'd just got dressed for parade instead of having been in the middle of a huge fight not a couple of hours ago. The only signs of that were a few bruises. He made the rest of them look like the scaff and raff of the Federation in comparison. Ari looked at the Colonel with awe in his eyes as he lined up with the other eight marines, and wondered briefly who had brought the colonel a clean uniform. He glanced hastily around. Fortunately the only ones there were the marines and a few starbase security. Bad enough to be in front of the colonel looking like this, without... "Marines.... Atttenshon!" With every other marine there, Ari snapped to attention, eyes front, awaiting what would come next. (reply: any) (posted by Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C - 2nd Lieutenant- Smith - 1218) Smith stood up as the cell door opened. He slowly walked out and stood beside the rest of the marines that were lined up. He saw Durnik and Ari in amongst the group. ~Must give them a beer to say thanks~ He saw Lt Colonel Drizzt. "Marines.... Atttenshon!" Smith stiffened to attention. ~For what we are about to receive~ (reply: any) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Administrative Offices- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1220) Ahmed stepped into the small office and sighed. In his absence a small pile of PADDs had mysteriously appeared on his desk. He stepped behind the desk and sat down in his chair. He picked up the first PADD, then another and another. He quickly skimmed over the reports and requests. There was a confirmation that a new group of auxiliary craft had arrived on the station and were prepared for transfer over to the Champlain. Sixteen new vessels, come of the configurations were new to him. He made himself a note to look into the design specs at his earliest convenience. And settled in to finishing the newly arrived paperwork. (reply none) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Administrative Offices- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1225) Ahmed picked up his PADD and entered the report he knew he had to file. Hopefully, the captain would just skim through it and not give it a second glance. He read over it. \To : Captain Susan Rivers, USS Champlain Commanding/ \From: Lt. Cmdr Ahmed Ibn Salid. First Officer USS Champlain/ \Re: Disturbance on Promenade Starbase Geneva involving personnel assigned to USS Champlain/ \Priority: Low/ \Status: Resolved/ \Captain: Earlier today I was advised by station security that there was an incident involving members of our marine contingent and some Klingons on one of the decks of the promenade. It appears that there was a disagreement which escalated between said parties. This minor skirmish was defused by station security and all participants were arrested until such time as their level of participation of the mentioned events could be ascertained. The Security Officer in charge of the incident reviewed records and determined that the members of our marine contingent were found to be defending themselves, and that the Klingon participants were at fault. Pursuant to these findings, I ordered the marines from the Champlain released into the custody of Lt. Colonel Drizzt, with instruction to handle the matter in whatever way he deemed appropriate. Having this mater resolved to my satisfaction, I am leaving this report for you to review as a matter of formality. Should you desire further action, please notify me and I will see to it./ He read it through a second time, careful to make certain that words such as riot, grievous injury, and similar sensational words were stripped from the text. He tried to make it sound as completely boring as possible. Additionally, he endeavored to be certain that he did not mention the names of the participants. If the captain wanted them, he'd provide them, but why take the chance that adding any of the names might provoke her.. With a sigh he hit the transmit button. (reply Rivers iyw) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva, Deck Deck 113, Science Lounge - Science Officer Lieutenant (jg) Megan Tallos - 1330) Megan sat at a table in the department's lounge. It was a large room with groupings of chairs. There were terminals situated around the room, and a couple of small conference tables surrounded by chairs where groups could spread out work and discuss it in some semblance of comfort. It wasn't something she was going to be able to find on the Champlain where space was at a premium. However in a job where you spent as much time thinking about what you wanted to do, and going over results as you did actually working in a lab, the lounge was a great place. Megan sat with four or five PADDs spread out in front of her, going over all of her data as she sipped a tall glass of milk. Idly scribbling notes as she worked she nodded to passing scientists, but they left her alone for the most part. Intermittently she would mutter something is a language different from the last, but never spoke except for when she got up to order another glass of milk. (Reply Any of the Science officers who want to interact) (Posted by Patrick D.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva, Deck Deck 113, Science Lounge - Ensign (j.g.) Serixs Ssarumon - 1335) Serixs stepped into the science lounge after his meeting with Captain Rivers and took a look around. There were a few people here, all of them shying away from him as he made a path towards the replicator. Most likely not many of them had ever seen such a large reptile before wearing a Science uniform and carrying an oversized PADD. "Coffee, black," he growled at the replicator. When it had finished making his drink he took a long sip of it and gathered his thoughts. He scanned the room once more, seeing someone he had been told to meet with at some point. At least she fit the description of one of the Science officers who would be going to the Champlain as well. Slowly, he lumbered towards the table she was sitting at and set his coffee mug down on it across from her. "Good afternoon," he said, nodding his large saurian head. "You are Lieutenant Tallos, correct?" (reply Tallos) "I am Ensign Ssarumon," he said. "Mind if I join you here?" (reply Tallos) "Thank you, he said. Serixs turned the chair backwards and settled into it. It was far far easier than trying to worm his tail in behind him. Mentally he considered getting at least one seat on the bridge modified into a backless stool. That would make things a bit easier. "What are you working on?" he asked while he sipped at his coffee. (reply Tallos) (posted by Don) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Administrative Offices- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1336) Ahmed smiled as he floridly added his signature and thumbprint to the second to last PADD that had been sitting on his desk. Personnel transfer paperwork and authorizing families and furnishing transfers was a much more detailed task than he had anticipated. He had to look up the regulations governing the whole mess just so he could fill out the paperwork correctly. ~I need a yeoman.~ he thought, then dismissed the idea just as quickly. He didn't know of any other first officers that had a yeoman. ~but maybe a personnel officer.~ who could he delegate that task to, that was here?~ He scanned the operations roster and his eyes landed on the only operations officer assigned to the USS Champlain that was on the station. He opened the bio and immediately decided that a Skorr would not be his first choice, especially dealing with families, where children might be present. Having no one else that he thought was qualified, he resigned himself to doing the job himself. He picked up the last PADD and refreshed himself with it's contents. It detailed the two new science officers assigned to the Champlain, Doctors Tallos and Ssarumon. He still needed to verify what kind of experiments they were conducting so that he could assign them appropriate space. "Computer what is the current location of Lieutenant Megan Tallos?" [Lieutenant Tallos is located in the science lounge deck 113] the computer replied. "And what is the location of Ensign Serixs Ssarumon?" [Ensign Junior Grade Ssarumon is located in the science lounge deck 113] ~Excellent~ two birds with one stone. He tapped his commbadge as he rose and headed out into the corridor. "Commander Salid to Lieutenant Tallos and Ensign Ssarumon" (reply Tallos, Ssarumon) "I have some important business to discuss with each of you concerning your research. As my office is a little small, I'd appreciate it if you could wait for me in the Science lounge until I've had a change to discuss matters with you." (reply Tallos, Ssarumon) "Very good, Salid out." (reply Tallos, Ssarumon) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva, Deck Deck 113, Science Lounge - Ensign (j.g.) Serixs Ssarumon - 1340) "I won't keep you if you have work you need to get done, but, frankly, I'm not really getting anything done myself. I'm not going to start any more rounds of experiments until my lab is moved to the Champlain. But before you go, I have one question," "I do need to return to the Engineering lab soon so that I may continue our experiments," Serixs said. "You are of course free to come with." He stopped and nodded his head. "Of course, Lieutenant. Ask what you will." "Is the Gorn language pronounceable by humanoids, or are your palate and vocal chords different enough that I shouldn't bother trying to learn to speak it?" Megan asked, leaning forward. Serixs rubbed his chin slowly in thought. "I do not believe it would be possible to pronounce for you any more than terran language is possible for Gorn to pronounce." Serixs said. "There are far too many physical differences." (reply Tallos) Serixs smiled brightly. "I had to undergo three palate snd four larynx surgeries in order to properly speak your language at the sacrifice of easily speaking my own. I still can, though is quite painful to do so," the big Gorn said. "It was necessary, though, for this job. Federation UTs cannot easily understand Gorn language." (reply Tallos) "Oh the process can be reversed, but it would take time," Serixs said. "Besides, I enjoy your language as well as the others I speak." The large Gorn managed to dislodge himself from the small chair he was sitting in, checking it to make sure it was not broken. "Come, I shall tell you about them if you wish." He grinned a sharp toothed grin. "We could compare notes?" (reply Tallos) (posted by Don) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva, Deck Deck 113, Science Lounge - Lieutenant (jg) Megan Tallos - 1341) Serixs rubbed his chin slowly in thought. "I do not believe it would be possible to pronounce for you any more than terran language is possible for Gorn to pronounce." Serixs said. "There are far too many physical differences." "I figured, I had the same problem when I tried to learn Saurian, I can read their written work, and can understand what's being said to me in Saurian, but just sound like I'm choking when I try to speak it. So how did you manage to speak Federation Standard if it's not possible for Gorn's?" Megan asked, happily merging biology and linguistics, her other passion. Serixs smiled brightly. "I had to undergo three palate and four larynx surgeries in order to properly speak your language at the sacrifice of easily speaking my own. I still can, though is quite painful to do so," the big Gorn said. "It was necessary, though, for this job. Federation UTs cannot easily understand Gorn language." "That was rather drastic, are the surgeries reversible?" "Oh the process can be reversed, but it would take time," Serixs said. "Besides, I enjoy your language as well as the others I speak." The large Gorn managed to dislodge himself from the small chair he was sitting in, checking it to make sure it was not broken. "Come, I shall tell you about them if you wish." He grinned a sharp toothed grin. "We could compare notes?" Megan was about to stand when her comm badge chirped. =/\=Commander Salid to Lieutenant Tallos and Ensign Ssarumon=/\= "Tallos here, sir," Megan said glancing up at the tall Ensign. (Reply Ssarumon) =/\=I have some important business to discuss with each of you concerning your research. As my office is a little small, I'd appreciate it if you could wait for me in the Science lounge until I've had a change to discuss matters with you.=/\= "Aye, Aye Sir" Megan said and relaxed back into her chair rolling her eyes. =/\=Very good, Salid out.=/\= "Well, looks like that tour will have to wait," Megan said and picked up her PADD. (Star Base Geneva -Deck 113, Science Lounge -Science Officer Lieutenant (jg) Megan Tallos - 1345) Megan glanced up as the doors opened and an officer approached their table. Her PADD slipped from her hands and clattered to the table top a few inches below. ~~Thomas!? No, it can't be Thomas, It's can't~~ Megan thought as the rational side of her warred with her emotions. Megan knew that it was impossible for the person who walked through the door to be Thomas, at least her Thomas, but her emotions didn't want to believe anything else. She had lost Thomas 3 years ago, three very long years. "Lieutenant Tallos, Ensign Ssarumon. I'm Commander Salid, First Officer of the Champlain. Mind if I join you for a couple of minutes?" Megan took a couple of deep breaths, before she was able to respond, "Not at all Commander, please have a seat." She said, looking at Thomas's double up close for the first time. The accent, timbre and cadence of the Commanders voice wasn't the same as Thomas', he cheek bones and hair line didn't quite match either, but his eyes, his eyes were identical as far as Megan could see, as were many other details. Megan's logical side finally won out with the weight of evidence and biological and physical laws on it's side and she began to compose herself fully, how long she'd stay that way once she was alone, she couldn't tell. She was however convinced that being visibly shaken was not going to be a good thing when first meeting her new XO. "What can we do for you, Sir?" Megan asked straightening up the PADD and sitting up straighter in her chair. (Reply Ssarumon, Salid) (Posted by Patrick D.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva -Deck 113, Science Lounge -- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1344) Salid entered the lounge and took a good look around. It wasn't difficult to spot the Gorn sitting at one of the tables. Salid paused. He'd never met a Gorn before. He was certain that he had an education coming his way with such a diverse crew under his command as First Officer. He approached the table, being certain neither to stare or avoid making eye contact. He didn't want to appear to be dismissive or aggressive either one, so he chose a neutral stance. The woman sitting at the table with him, fit the description of Lieutenant Tallos. Her hair was the right color as was the description of her paleness. He reached the table and smiled. "Lieutenant Tallos, Ensign Ssarumon. I'm Commander Salid, First Officer of the Champlain. Mind if I join you for a couple of minutes?" (reply Tallos, Ssarumon) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva, Deck 3, Captain Rivers Temporary Office, Ambassador Suentar & Captain Susan Rivers, 1345) Suentar pressed the chime on the door and waited till he was granted access. He walked slowly into the room leaning slightly on his cane. He inclined his head briefly toward Captain Rivers as she rose from behind her desk. "You wished to see me," He said tonelessly, his face a perfect Vulcan mask. Susan nodded. "Yes, Ambassador, I did. Please, sit down," she said, indicating a chair. She watched as he made his way over. It felt odd to see her former FO in ambassadorial robes. They had never got on particularly well, and she wondered what their relationship would be like now. His injuries had been severe, and she was sorry to see he still walked with a cane. But she knew too that pity wouldn't be welcomed, so she said nothing. "Can I offer you some refreshment?" she asked. "No, thank you," Suentar said, sitting with only a small amount of difficulty. He set his cane against the arm of the chair and stretched his legs out a little more in front of him then regarded his former CO waiting for her to get to the point of summoning him here. Susan helped herself to a green tea and sipped it distastefully. "I thought it might be a good idea for us to renew our acquaintanceship," she said slowly. "Since we will be working together again, albeit in a rather different relationship." "Renew our acquaintanceship'?" He asked, with a slightly raised brow. "You wish our relationship to maintain similar dynamics as our previous relationship?" "Hardly!" Susan blurted out, then realising what she'd said, she hastily added, "That is, a better way to have put it would be to forge a new working relationship. To leave the past where it belongs and start afresh." ~and yeah, this is going just the way I thought it would. Badly.~ Suentar inclined his head slightly. His empathic ability had picked up on the Captain's trepidation about this meeting and he couldn't say he didn't share that same feeling in a way. Their previous relationship had been confrontational and abrasive. Such a relationship between a CO and FO was generally reflected in the efficiency of the crew. It reflected poorly on both the CO and FO, in Suentar's opinion. He had regretted that his injuries had cut short his time on board the Boudicca preventing them the opportunity to work out their differences. "Agreed," He said, his voice unchanged. "I regret that we never had the opportunity to work out our differences. In time we may have become a very efficient and effective command team." "If one has long enough to work on it, most things are possible," Susan agreed. "I wish we had had that opportunity," she added frankly. "However, we did not, and thus we find ourselves at a new beginning with a poor foundation to build on. Perhaps it would be better if we were to make a conscious effort to leave the past in the past and begin again, as if for the first time?" "Let us instead agree to learn from our past mistakes and work together to not repeat them in the future," Suentar replied. ~Always with the arguments~ Susan thought, carefully suppressing a little irritation. "Very well," she said aloud. "That sounds like a plan. Working together." ~I guess whoever landed him on me would like that too~ She sneezed, and frowned slightly. "I do beg your pardon," she apologised. "Now, Ambassador, how many staff will you be bringing aboard?" "Myself and a dozen staff and advisors," Suentar answered, suppressing a sigh as he felt the Captains irritation at his reply. ~As hard headed as always.~ He thought to himself keeping his face carefully neutral. "That shouldn't be a problem," Susan said, making a note on a PADD to inform Salid. "You realise that we won't be leaving Geneva immediately? The ship will need repairs and there will be memorial services to be held for those who died." "Yes," Suentar replied, "I was given a preliminary launch date from Fleet Operations, though it is dependent on the extent of the damages and the time to affect repairs. I still have a few diplomatic matters to tie up before we leave as well. I have been negotiating a trade agreement with the Ferengi Alliance for food and medical supplies for the fleet, it should be finalized in a few days. I do plan to attend the memorial service for those who died. Unless you feel it better I did not?" Susan looked at him in surprise. "Why ever would I think that?" she asked. "No, I think it would be most appropriate for you to attend. I never met Captain Wolfe myself, but I will be there. And I expect all crewmembers, new and old, to attend as a mark of respect. I see no reason why you shouldn't do so too if you wish. I have no doubt his crewmates and friends would appreciate the gesture." She took another sip from the mug, and pulled a face. "This is vile stuff," she said, getting up and putting it in the recycler. She ordered herself a raktajino and returned to her seat. "How much were you told when they assigned you to the Champlain?" she asked. "About what we'll be doing over the next few months?" "I know what the Champlain will be doing in the coming months, and I know what my role in that will be," Suentar replied evenly. "My job is to spare lives where ever possible. If I can convince even one Captain to stand down, if not switch sides, then that is one less ship we will have to engage. That's lives saved, on both sides of the conflict." Susan nodded. "Understood. But once we've actually engaged the enemy your chances of doing so will be slim. So if you have intelligence on who is more likely to change sides, that will help. We on the Bridge can concentrate on those likely to be intransigent, dyed-in-the-wool supporters of the regime if you like, whilst you attempt to negotiate with those who might be persuaded to see the error of their ways. If I can convince the Counsellor to access the records of those COs and FOs we are coming up against, that might help you together with whatever intelligence Fleet has gathered." "A psychological profile would indeed be helpful to me in my endeavours to persuade those who's loyalties in President Doenitz may be faltering. I had planned on having my staff compile such data, as much as was possible, before any fleet battle may have commenced. The assistance of the ship's counsellor would be extremely helpful in that effort. I hold no illusions in being able to conduct negotiations of this type in the middle of a fire fight, there just won't be sufficient time. If we could contact the ships most likely to switch sides, or stand down, before hostilities have begun we would have a better chance of succeeding in convincing them. During the battle I can attempt to convince any ship that has sustained a degree of combat damage to withdraw from combat rather than to continue fighting. Promising them safe passage out of the combat zone. That is of course assuming we ourselves are in a position to do so." Susan smiled grimly. "I doubt we could promise anyone safe passage once the battle begins. And I will not compromise my own ship to do so. The best I could probably do would be to agree not to fire on them myself if they withdraw. But I'm not even going to guarantee you that, Suentar. The decisions I make will be made on the day, at the moment. Wherever we are placed in the battle, whatever our task, I will do to the utmost of my ability and that of my crew." She looked at him soberly for a moment. "Whatever lives you can save out of this mess, Suentar, you save. Because by the end of it all there will be more than enough who have gone to whatever afterlife they believe in. And the Prophets know more than enough have died already. We all have blood on our hands, and I doubt there is enough water in the whole of the quadrant to wash them clean." "Nor do I expect you to," Suentar replied, his face and voice emotionless. "I will have a direct line to Fleet Ops, I am to signal Fleet Ops any ship agreeing to stand down and withdrawal. They will then decide, and inform said ship and the rest of the fleet, giving orders as they deem appropriate. I have no intentions of compromising the safety of the ship or the fleet. However, I have already discussed these points with Admiral LoDona. He shares my desire to spare as many lives as possible, on both sides of the conflict. He is willing to allow me the opportunity to at least attempt to convince as many ships as possible to stand down and not oppose us, but he is not going to jeopardize the mission or the fleet. If it is feasible to allow a ship to stand down and withdraw then it is logical to do so, if it is not then it is not. The situation will have to be assessed at the time and any attempt by any of us to try and predict ahead of time what the best course of action might be is illogical. I will not interfere with you or the crews duty during the battle. I will simply signal the Bridge as well as Fleet Ops, any ship that I have managed to convince to stand down. It will be your call, and that of Fleet Ops, as to what happens next." Susan nodded. "I wish you luck" she said grimly. ~And why am *I* the one blessed with this?~ she thought suddenly. She looked at him again. "Suentar, why did LoDona send you here, to the Champlain? I'd have thought you would have been better placed on the flagship?" Suentar shrugged, an unusual thing for a Vulcan. "The human adage; 'Putting all your eggs in one basket.' may apply. May be that the Admiral thinks that since we have served together before we would work together more efficiently under such short notice. I requested placement on an explorer as at the time I was not aware of the pending push into the heart of Federation territory. The Federation can ill afford an attack from an outside enemy right now, and I felt my abilities would be best served on the boarders helping maintain peaceful relations with the other powers in the Quadrant. With the knowledge of the pending attack, my priorities have changed, as has my primary function." Susan looked down at her drink, and pushed it aside. Looking back up at him, she said, "Then I suppose we had better not let the Admiral down. Are there any questions you'd like to ask me?" "You are not comfortable working with me are you?" he asked bluntly. "Not really, no," she answered honestly. "I've got a ship of basically untried officers and crew, who have nevertheless just been through the wringer, to get up to scratch through running exercises and scenarios and then - after a few measly weeks - I have to take them right up to the gates of hell and march them through into the biggest fleet battle you or I or anyone in the damn fleet has ever seen. And very likely watch at least some them die as well. So actually, no I'm *not* that happy to have to work with someone who probably found me as difficult to work with in our previous encounter as I did him!" "Yes," Suentar answered, "I found you pig-headed and unwilling to listen to what I had to say regardless of the situation. It was...frustrating. I admit, I too have reservations about this assignment, but I will do my best to perform my duty to the people of the Federation." ~Gee I'm glad we cleared the air then~ Susan smiled thinly. "You'll find I'm still pig-headed," she said. "But sometimes being stubborn gets a ship through an impossible situation, against all odds." ~Just ask the captain of the IRV Red Claw what a stubborn Bajoran can do~. "And I'm not about to change my ways. So you know what to expect." She gave a short laugh, without much humour in it. "Perhaps that *is* why they sent you here, after all. You *do* know what to expect." "As do you," he replied. "I only hope that you will at least listen and consider what I have to say before dismissing it and doing what you want anyway." One corner of his mouth twitched upward slightly in a lopsided smile briefly before vanishing. She did laugh then, properly. "Agreed," she said. "If you can manage not to sound as though you think I don't know aft from for'ard when you do say it." "I will keep that in mind," He said, inclining his head slightly. He then, slowly and with a mild amount of difficulty pulled himself to his feet. He leaned on his cane as he looked down at the Captain. "I will get with your First Officer with a list of what I will require in way of an office for myself and staff as well as system access. If I can be of assistance in any other way, you have to but ask. If there is nothing else, I will allow you to get back to preparing for the launch of your new ship." "You'll find Lt Commander Salid very helpful," Susan replied. "And thank you, I will ask, you may be sure of that. I do remember your good qualities too," she added. "And yes," she indicated the pile of PADDs on her desk, "there is a lot still to do. Talk to Salid, and I will inform you when the Champlain docks, and the arrangements for the memorial service. Thank you for coming," she added as she rose to see him out. Suentar nodded, turned and headed for the door. (Reply none) (Posted by Wes Harden and Liz Geuken) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Shuttlebay- Civilian Tisha LaQua-1344) LaQua exited the cargo ship she had procured to bring her to Geniva. Carrying her tote bag and the present that her father had requested her to bring to Derrick, she looked around and was amazed at all the shuttles and ships that was here. Her mind raced with the excitement of seeing her brother and actually getting to live out her dream of serving Starfleet. She stopped and thought for a moment. ~Yes it is exciting but I wanted o go to the academy and become a officer but when I was offered the chance to go now I had to take it.Father is not well and I could not stand the pressure of his illness and my older brother yelling all the time.So here I am. Well Tisha get moving and go and impress the socks off them.~ She walked to the doors and with a slight hiss they opened and she proceeded threw. She was out of her element here.This was a big place and she had no idea where to go. (Starbase Geneva - Hallways- Civilian Tisha LaQua-1350) LaQua walked the long hallways looking for some clue as to where she was supposed to go. He mind still racing for all the excitement and built up adrenaline she finally stopped and asked someone where was all the people who was transferring to the Champlain was reporting to.They made their suggestion and walked away. Tish thought to herself, ~ hmmm no matter where you go some people just need to learn more manners.~ She decided to try the science lounge as her brother was a science officer. Now she was a woman on a mission and headed for the nearest lift to take her to science section. (Reply no one) (Posted John R Merriott) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva -Deck 113, Science Lounge -- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1348) Lieutenant Tallos took a couple of deep breaths, as if she were hyperventilating before she replied. "Not at all Commander, please have a seat." She replied. "What can we do for you, Sir?" Megan asked straightening up the PADD and sitting up straighter in her chair. He regarded her more closely then, she seemed to be nervous or anxious. And he had a strange inkling that he'd met her somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place it. For someone with an edict memory, that was very disturbing. "Are you alright lieutenant? You seem a bit pale." he asked her concerned. (reply Either/Both Science Officers) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva -Deck 113, Science Lounge - Science Officer, Lieutenant (jg) Megan Tallos - 1349) "Are you alright lieutenant? You seem a bit pale." he asked her concerned. "Fine Commander, just haven't gotten out of the lab much," Megan said, giving a shaky smile. No, she could tell it wasn't Thomas now, but it was scary how much the commander resembled him. "Lab lights aren't always good for the complexion." (Reply Ssuramon, Salid) (Posted by Patrick D.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva -Deck 113, Science Lounge - Ensign (j.g.) Serixs Ssarumon - 1350) Serixs looked between the two, tilting his head slightly but keeping quiet during the exchange. "What can we help you with, sir?" The large Gorn asked finally, observing the Commander. Something about the way the two officers looked at eachother gave Serixs pause, as though they had known each other. He, unfortunately, knew neither of them well at all and wanted to know what this was about. Still, though, he wanted to make sure not to appear threatening which was hardly easy given the massive size difference. (reply Saild, Tallos) "Yes, sir," Serixs said, handing him the PADD he was working on with the data he had gathered on the aerodynamic profile he was given to analyze. "I was just about to show the work to Lieutenant Tallos, if you would care to come along." He then shot a look at the human female to try to read her reaction to that suggestion, not sure if it was the most appropriate one. Human interactions always made him wonder. (reply Salid, Tallos) (posted by Don) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------