Compile August 26-31 (Geneva) This compile is for Geneva Station.Lots happening through these posts. a few minor timestamp corrections. This brings us into the beginning of Day 2. 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. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Compile Summary Mission: Crossroads Day: 1 Stardate 2407.04.02 (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C - Marines Durnik and Ari -1218) (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C - 2nd Lieutenant Smith - 1221) (Starbase Geneva - Outside Security Offices, Block C - Marines Durnik and Ari - 1223) (Starbase Geneva - Outside Security Offices, Block C - 2nd Lieutenant Smith - 1225) (Star Base Geneva -Deck 113, Science Lounge - Ensign (j.g.) Serixs Ssarumon- 1406) (Star Base Geneva -Deck 113, Science Labs -- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1410) (Star Base Geneva -Administrative Offices, Captain Rivers' Temporary Office-- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1455) (Star Base Geneva -Administrative Offices, Outside Captain Rivers' Temporary Office-- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1456) (Starbase Geneva - Administrative Offices, Outside Captain Rivers' Temporary Office- Yeoman Letitia Addams - 1457) (Star Base Geneva -Administrative Offices, Captain Rivers' Temporary Office-- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1458) (Starbase Geneva - Administrative Offices, Captain Rivers' Temporary Office - Yeoman Letitia Addams - 1459) (Star Base Geneva -Administrative Offices, Captain Rivers' Temporary Office-- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1505) (Starbase Geneva - Administrative Offices, Captain Rivers' Temporary Office - CO, Captain Susan Rivers - 1728) (Star Base Geneva – Administrative Offices, Captain Rivers’ Temporary Office – Ensign(jg) Zanarra – 1750) (Star Base Geneva – Administrative Offices, Captain Rivers’ Temporary Office – Yeoman Addams – 1753) (Star Base Geneva – Personal Quarters, CMO Josh Caskie - Day 1 - 1755) (Star Base Geneva – Personal Quarters - Lieutenant JG ACMO Nissa Whetari - Day 1 - 1800) (Star Base Geneva – Corridor outside of CMO Caskie’s Personal Quarters – ACMO Nissa Whetari – Day 1 - 1812) (Star Base Geneva – Personal Quarters - ACMO Josh Caskie - Day 1 - 1815) (Starbase Geneva - Diplomatic Corp Offices, Personnel and Logistics Division- CONN/Ops- Lt. JG. Dralar- 1830) (Star Base Geneva -temporary Quarters-- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1832) (Star Base Geneva -Outside Addam's Quarters-- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1850) ===================================== Mission: Crossroads Day: 2 Stardate: 2407.04.03 (Star Base Geneva – Personal Quarters – Ensign(jg) Zanarra – 0730) (Star Base Geneva – Science Lounge - SO Ensign ( j.g.) Serixs Ssarumon, Engineer Ensign K't'r's – 0735) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 126 - Temporary Quarters, Champlain CO, Captain Susan Rivers MCO, Lt Colonel 'Spider' Drizzt, 0807) (Starbase Geneva, Temporary Quarters, Champlain CO, Captain Susan Rivers and MCO, Lt Colonel 'Spider' Drizzt, 0903) (Star Base Geneva, Personal Quarters - Science Officer, Lieutenant (jg) Megan Tallos - 0930) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 126 - Temporary Quarters, Champlain CO, Captain Susan Rivers, 1100) (Star Base Geneva – Promenade, Deck 27 – Ensign(jg) Zanarra – 1145) (Star Base Geneva – Officer’s Mess, Deck 126 – Ensign(jg) Zanarra – 1150) (Star Base Geneva – Officer’s Mess, Deck 126 – Yeoman Addams – 1155) (Star Base Geneva, Personal Quarters - Science Officer, Lieutenant (jg) Megan Tallos - 1220) (Star Base Geneva, Deck 24, Quadrant Importers - Science Officer, Lieutenant (jg) Megan Tallos - 1230) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 23, Merkan's Bar and Grill - Science Officer, Lieutenant (jg) Megan Tallos, 1300) (USS Champlain – Champlain COs Offices – Engineer Ensign K't'r's – 1500) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C - Marines Durnik and Ari - 1218) To his horror, Ari found the Colonel had stopped in front of him and was looking at him. True to his training he kept himself rigid, eyes front, trying not to blink. "I've gotten word from on high," the Colonel said as he turned his head to look down the line without moving his body. "There will be no courts martial, there will be no inquiry into the... spirited exchange of culture... we had earlier on the promenade." Ari, who had taken the opportunity afforded by the Colonel looking away from him to blink, hastily went rigid again as Drizzt looked at him once more before turning and walking down the line. Although he didn't dare move, he could almost *feel* the Andorian officer look at each marine as he passed them. "However, there is a price-tag attached," continued Drizzt. "Any man that feels he is too badly beaten to take part in our exertions later this afternoon... will be placed on the sick list until recovered, and then will stand before the Captain's Mast." He smiled. Ari, like all the others, was familiar with that smile. He didn't even flick his eyes in the direction of the commanding officer after that. "That's the order from our new First Officer on the Champlain. I can tell you already that the man is a Saint and very nearly worth being worshipped. Me and him, we both agree on how to run a tight unit: Hard Work. Hard Play. Personal Responsibility. Each in equal measure makes for happy and virile Marines. We've had our fun for the day, now we've work to do..." Ari quickly wiped the smirk off his face at the word 'virile' as Drizzt stopped at the other end, turned, and stood face-to-face with the Marine there. Ari could only feel relived it wasn't *him* this time. "So, is there anybody who opts for a stop to sickbay and a slot on the sick list? If so, step forward now." Ari didn't need the very slight shake of Durnik's head to convince him that stepping forward would be a really bad idea. "Mmm hmm," the Colonel said as he took two steps back. ~All the better to see you with~ thought Ari miserably, his expression still rigidly immobile. "Very well then," Drizzt continued. "Nothing more will be said, we didn't start this scrape. And you might have noticed I was pulled in as well. At least none of you disgraced the name of the Boudicca or the Corps. For that, I'd have had my pound of flesh... and I can guarantee that pound would have been out of the tender part of your butts." He paused a moment, then nodded. "Get cleaned up, practice at previously scheduled time. Marines, dis-missed!" As they left the area, Ari couldn't help giving the Colonel an admiring glance as he passed him. "Hey, Durnik," he said to his friend as he caught him up outside the Brig area, "Do you think he's going to get it in the neck from her?" Durnik considered this as they headed towards the turbolift. "I'd say that depends, Ari me old mate." "On what?" "On the peculiar dynamics of their relationship and also on whether or not she is apprised of the details of the spirited exchange of cultural perspectives vis a vis the Klingons and ourselves." Durnik sighed as he saw the look of incomprehension on Ari's face. "It depends whether anyone tells her about the fight," he explained. "And how understanding she's disposed to being where the Colonel is concerned." Ari nodded. "So you think it's peculiar too," he said sagely. Durnik put his arm around his friend's shoulder. "Ari, you have no idea," he said. ~Not one iota of a shadow of an idea inside that head of yours.~ Ari pondered for a moment. "Durnik," he said finally. "That's true. Here," he said suddenly as a thought struck him. "What he said about being virulent -" "That's virile," Durnik interrupted. "Yeah that. You don't think -" "No I don't," Durnik said hastily, aware they could be overheard. "And if you know what's good for you, Ari, *you* won't think either. Thinking only gets you one thing, Ari. Trouble. With a capital T." (reply any, none) (Posted by Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Security Offices, Block C - 2nd Lieutenant Smith - 1221) He listened to what Durnik and Ari as he followed them out of the Brig. They were talking about the Colonel and who he guessed was Captain Rivers the new CO. "On the peculiar dynamics of their relationship and also on whether or not she is apprised of the details of the spirited exchange of cultural perspectives vis a vis the Klingons and ourselves." Smith grinned to him self as he saw the non-plused look on Ari's face. "It depends whether anyone tells her about the fight," "And how understanding she's disposed to being where the Colonel is concerned." Ari nodded. "So you think it's peculiar too," he said sagely. "Ari, you have no idea," "Durnik," he said finally. "That's true. Here," "What he said about being virulent -" "That's virile," "Yeah that. You don't think -" "No I don't," "And if you know what's good for you, Ari, *you* won't think either. Thinking only gets you one thing, Ari. Trouble. With a capital T." Smith walked up to the two of them. "Thank you for saving my butt earlier. Can I get you both some thing before our fun starts later?" ~If I know the Colonel its going to be painful~ (reply Durnik and Ari) (reply Durnik and Ari, any) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Outside Security Offices, Block C - Marines Durnik and Ari - 1223) Smith walked up to the two of them and said, "Thank you for saving my butt earlier. Can I get you both some thing before our fun starts later?" "Well now, that's remarkably generous of you," Durnik said amiably. "No need to, of course. One for all and all for one, eh?" Ari nodded in agreement, then looked puzzled as he tried to work that one out. "But I tell you what," Durnik continued, "I imagine that this afternoon is going to be remarkable hard work, so a good lunch with synthehol only might be the answer. What d'you say, we'll get the lunch and you can get the synthale?" Ari sighed to himself. He was wondering which was the one would get all the food and which the one who would get all the synthale. Either way, he was worried he'd have to be the one to do without. (Reply Smith, Any) (Posted by Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Outside Security Offices, Block C - 2nd Lieutenant Smith - 1225) "But I tell you what," "I imagine that this afternoon is going to be remarkable hard work, so a good lunch with synthehol only might be the answer. What d'you say, we'll get the lunch and you can get the synthale?" Kennith nodded at Durnik. "That's a very good idea." He looked over at Ari who sighed and looked at bit sad. "Come on mate." He gave Ari a nudge and grinned. "Don't look so glum. I'm expecting us all to eat hearty and drink our fill coz later were going to need it. Especially in the mood the colonel is in." (reply Durnik and Ari) (reply Durnik and Ari, any) (posted By Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva -Deck 113, Science Lounge - Ensign (j.g.) Serixs Ssarumon- 1406) "I'd be delighted to observe." Commander Salid said to the big Gorn. "Excellent!" Serixs responded, making his way to gather up one of the four Sovereign Class scale models that he had comissioned for the experiments. He brought it to where the Wind tunnel was open, then loaded it in by securing it to an armature at the models center of gravity. Once the model was in place, he closed the hatch and activated the wind tunnel. It took a few moments for it to get up to speed, but once it did, it released smoke trails into the airflow, making it easily visible. (reply any) "As you can see here, sir," he said while pointing through the little window at the model. "The air is literally crashing against the leading edge of the Saucer, which is where it becomes necessary for the SIF to compensate. The Turbulence becomes so great that it overpowers and literally skins the ship." (reply any) "Yes, sir," Serixs responded. "I chose the Sovereign class because of the vessel's lower profile, but it still has very low aerodynamic efficiency." He cranked the tunnel up, making the wind move faster at a scale that would be like high sublight speeds against a real Sovereign class. "This is strictly the control model. It is emitting a standard structural integrity field scaled at the appropriate size. I have the computer gathering all data it can as it progressively increases shear forces until the model rips itself apart." (reply any) He handed Salid and Tallos both copies of the PADD with the result data from earlier tests. "As you can see, the Sovereign class has a higher survivability to the Galaxy class, but still lacks the aerodynamics for controlled atmospheric maneuvering...in its current geometry." (reply any) "This will be the next test," he says, showing them both another model he had produced, one that had been modified. "This one..." he began, "...has the warp pylons situated outboard instead of swept upward, and as you can see, the leading edge has been modified to function as wings, such as on old Earth planes." He stepped around, placing the model between himself and the other two. "This answers your earlier question, sir." He tapped his claw on the model pylon. "The Pylon material is a complex lightweight composite with an interwoven emitter mesh. It is this mesh that generates the SIF." He smiled. "If it proves effective in the pylons, we will experiment with the meshwork woven throughout the entire ship. Effectively, the hull itself would become one large SIF emitter." (reply any) "The other advantage is that the composites are lightweight and flexible, which means that when the ship jumps to warp, the pylons would flex and cushion the rest of the vessel, putting less stress both on the SIF and on inertial dampers." (reply any) "Yes sir," Serixs said. "I shall keep you posted on the progress and report my findings to you." He smiled, then looked at the wind tunnel as it made a rather unpleasant sound. He looked in and chuckled. "Scratch one Sovereign." (reply any) (posted by Don) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva -Deck 113, Science Labs -- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1410) "Excellent!" Serixs responded, making his way to gather up one of the four Sovereign Class scale models that he had commissioned for the experiments. He brought it to where the Wind tunnel was open, then loaded it in by securing it to an armature at the models center of gravity. Once the model was in place, he closed the hatch and activated the wind tunnel. It took a few moments for it to get up to speed, but once it did, it released smoke trails into the airflow, making it easily visible. Ahmed had seen wind tunnel tests for building design for outlying colonies where weather control satellites were not yet in position and high winds were a distinct possibility. Solan II sprang to mind. Each sunrise and sun set the atmosphere either rapidly expanded or contracted along the terminus. That process created a massive wall of air that was constantly in motion as the planet rotated. The buildings and other structures had to be specially designed to withstand those massive gusts of wind. "As you can see here, sir," he said while pointing through the little window at the model. "The air is literally crashing against the leading edge of the Saucer, which is where it becomes necessary for the SIF to compensate. The Turbulence becomes so great that it overpowers and literally skins the ship." Ahmed regarded the simulation monitor which showed the stresses the vessel was under. Several bright red strips were beginning to appear along the vessel at key points indicating that they were dangerously high. "Is there a specific reason that you chose a Sovereign Class Starship to experiment with?" Ahmed asked. "Yes, sir," Serixs responded. "I chose the Sovereign class because of the vessel's lower profile, but it still has very low aerodynamic efficiency." He cranked the tunnel up, making the wind move faster at a scale that would be like high sublight speeds against a real Sovereign class. "This is strictly the control model. It is emitting a standard structural integrity field scaled at the appropriate size. I have the computer gathering all data it can as it progressively increases shear forces until the model rips itself apart." "You do realize that a starship can not feasibly enter any atmosphere at anything even near sublight speeds without wrecking the atmosphere of the planet? At that speed, the subspace flux and friction will cause the atmosphere to begin to convert to plasma. Which in turn will chain react until it surrounds the entire planet." He handed Salid and Tallos both copies of the PADD with the result data from earlier tests. "As you can see, the Sovereign class has a higher survivability to the Galaxy class, but still lacks the aerodynamics for controlled atmospheric maneuvering...in its current geometry." Ahmed reviewed the Data on the PADD. "This will be the next test," he says, showing them both another model he had produced, one that had been modified. "This one..." he began, "...has the warp pylons situated outboard instead of swept upward, and as you can see, the leading edge has been modified to function as wings, such as on old Earth planes." He stepped around, placing the model between himself and the other two. "This answers your earlier question, sir." He tapped his claw on the model pylon. "The Pylon material is a complex lightweight composite with an interwoven emitter mesh. It is this mesh that generates the SIF." He smiled. "If it proves effective in the pylons, we will experiment with the meshwork woven throughout the entire ship. Effectively, the hull itself would become one large SIF emitter." "Interesting" Ahmed muttered. "The other advantage is that the composites are lightweight and flexible, which means that when the ship jumps to warp, the pylons would flex and cushion the rest of the vessel, putting less stress both on the SIF and on inertial dampers." "Wouldn't the flexing pylons cause the warp geometry to deform? Which in turn could cause subspace tears? I'm sure you're looking into that aspect as well?" Ahmed asked. "Yes sir," Serixs said. "I shall keep you posted on the progress and report my findings to you." He smiled, then looked at the wind tunnel as it made a rather unpleasant sound. He looked in and chuckled. "Scratch one Sovereign." Ahmed glanced up just in time to watch the sovereign class model tear itself apart. The disk of the model sheered from the body then split into three distinct pieces. The left Nacelle flew off and the right pylon sheered away. The pieces slammed into the door almost 3 meters behind where the model was located. "Well Doctors." Ahmed said once the wind tunnel had spun down. "I have your requirements for your research. If you'll both excuse me I'll start making certain that everything. Is arranged so that we can transfer these experiments to the Champlain shortly after she arrives. (reply Tallos, Ssarumon) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva -Administrative Offices, Captain Rivers' Temporary Office-- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1455) The Captain glanced up at the chronometer on the wall. "But now, Commander, I have an appointment with Dr Caskie, who is going to take me to get a decent-fitting pair of boots. I'll be out until 1700 but you can contact me if you need to." She stood up. "I really am very glad they assigned you to me, Commander Salid. I think we'll deal well together." "Thank you, Captain." He replied," I think we will also." With that he turned and headed out of the small office. (reply none) (posted by Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva -Administrative Offices, Outside Captain Rivers' Temporary Office-- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1456) ~Now where on the 28 moons of Alpha Lyra am I going to find a date for the Captain's dinner party?~ he thought as the doors closed behind him. He noticed Yeomen Addams sitting at her desk. He smiled. ~Why not?~ he asked himself and approached her desk. "Good afternoon Yeoman" he said smiling. (reply Addams) "I happened to notice that you're to be transferring to the Champlain along with the rest of the crew. Is that correct?" he asked her. (reply Addams) "Well, since the Captain has authorized shore leave for all Champlain crew on the Station, that means you're entitled to some rest and relaxation time as well." he offered. (reply Addams) "And since regulations state that you can't just sit behind a desk all day, I was wondering if you'd like to relax a bit and join me for dinner at 2000 hours tonight?" he asked her. (reply Addams) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Administrative Offices, Outside Captain Rivers' Temporary Office- Yeoman Letitia Addams - 1457) "Good afternoon Yeoman." Letty looked up to see the First Officer smiling down at her. "I happened to notice that you're to be transferring to the Champlain along with the rest of the crew. Is that correct?" he asked her. "Yes, Sir, it is," she answered, smiling back warmly. "Well, since the Captain has authorized shore leave for all Champlain crew on the Station, that means you're entitled to some rest and relaxation time as well." he offered. "I suppose so, yes," she agreed. ~I wonder... ~ she thought hopefully. "And since regulations state that you can't just sit behind a desk all day, I was wondering if you'd like to relax a bit and join me for dinner at 2000 hours tonight?" he asked her. Letty's face lit up. ~Yes!!~ "I'd love to," she said, blushing slightly. "Thank you," she added suddenly feeling a little shy, part of her mind already beginning to wonder what she should wear and whether she'd have time to get her hair done first. (reply Ahmed) (posted by Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva -Administrative Offices, Captain Rivers' Temporary Office-- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1458) "I'd love to," she said, blushing slightly. "Thank you," she added. "Excellent, "Ahmed replied. "Then shall I meet you at your quarters at 1730 hours, Letitia? Do you like Italian food?" (reply Addams) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Administrative Offices, Captain Rivers' Temporary Office - Yeoman Letitia Addams - 1459) "Excellent, "Ahmed replied. "Then shall I meet you at your quarters at 1730 hours, Letitia? Do you like Italian food?" "I'm here till at least 1800," Letty replied regretfully, "unless Captain Rivers lets me go before then. Would you mind meeting me at 1900, please? To be on the safe side? Oh and I love Italian food!" She badly wanted the chance to shower and change before Commander Salid met her for dinner, and she mentally crossed her fingers that this would be OK. (reply Salid) (posted by Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva -Administrative Offices, Captain Rivers' Temporary Office-- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1505) "I'd love to," she said, blushing slightly. "Thank you," she added. "Excellent, "Ahmed replied. "Then shall I meet you at your quarters at 1730 hours, Letitia? Do you like Italian food?" "I'm here till at least 1800," Letty replied regretfully, "unless Captain Rivers lets me go before then. Would you mind meeting me at 1900, please? To be on the safe side? Oh and I love Italian food!" Ahmed nodded. "Yes, of course. 1900 would be fine. I know just the restaurant. I'll see you then." (reply Addams) Ahmed smiled again and headed for his quarters. (reply Addams) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Administrative Offices, Captain Rivers' Temporary Office - CO, Captain Susan Rivers - 1728) "Indeed Captain, I will have one of my cultural specialists write up such a report for your officers and crew." Dralar took her outstretched hand carefully in his and softly pumped it up and down in a slow steady motion. "I shall make arrangements at once for the report to be compiled and forwarded. In the meantime If there is no other ship's business for me to attend to then I shall withdraw." "For now, Lieutenant, there's nothing you need attend to," Susan agreed. "I look forward to serving with you." (reply Dralar iyw) Once he had left, Susan accessed the database and began looking for anything she could find about the Skorr. (reply Dralar iyw) (posted by Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva – Administrative Offices, Captain Rivers’ Temporary Office – Ensign(jg) Zanarra – 1750) Zanarra sat down as the Captain requested, watching her as she looked thru the information displayed on the PADD. Thru the nervousness that she felt she also was very excited. This was going to be her Captain on her first ship. Zanarra knew she should be taking the entire transition from academics to actual duty more seriously, and felt that in most regards she was, but was finding it difficult to contain her enthusiasm. The Captain read thru the basics of her academy training and smiled at her alleviating the slight worry that she’d had over not being able to hit more then 41 out of 50 of the phaser targets on the firing range. “I’m sorry to see your father is still on Vulcan. You must be very concerned about him under the occupation.” “Yes ma’am, I am. However, I’m certain that he would rather that I be concerned only for fulfilling the duty that I have set before me as would be the logical progression.” She smiled slightly at the Captain, thinking of her father’s ability to put everything in to nice neat building blocks of, as he was fond of stating it, ‘logical progression’. Everything had a logical progression; just ask him, he would be happy to explain it to you in great detail for hours on end. She’d always thought that he’d missed his true calling as an orator. “I'm glad to have you aboard. Welcome to the Champlain, Ensign. I suggest you find your temporary quarters, and make yourself comfortable. The ship is due here in two or three days time, in the meantime make the most of the last leave your likely to get for a while." The captain said, nodding. "Thank you, Captain” Zanarra stood up and left the Captain’s office. The Captain had struck her as being a diligent and dedicated officer. ~Certainly, the ship runs very smoothly under her guidance. ~ She thought, glad that she’d been posted to the USS Champlain. However, Zanarra had to admit, the ship could be run like a prison frigate and she’d still be happy for the posting. As she stepped out of the office, she headed back to the yeoman’s desk to inquire about the temporary quarters that the Captain had mentioned. “Excuse me, Yeoman, could you direct me to where my temporary quarters would be?” She asked. A small thought crept into her mind that involved wondering lost on the station. (reply Yeoman Addams) “Thank you very much” She replied. As she headed past the other desks with their respective yeoman’s she wondered which ship each of the captain’s belonged to and how many ships would the station be able to hold before they would have to turn a ship away. And then, how much raw material supplies would a station of this size require. Then, as she passed other personnel on the way to her quarters, she tried to determine what the percentage of civilian to star fleet personnel was. Though she determined that none of the questions could be answered with only the limited information she had. But the curious musing had a desired effect; she’d completely forgotten to be worried about being lost finding her quarters by the time she’d reached them. (reply Yeoman Addams) (posted by Ruby) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva – Administrative Offices, Captain Rivers’ Temporary Office – Yeoman Addams – 1753) Addams looked up as Ensign Zanarra came out of Captain Rivers' office and came back over to Addams' desk. “Excuse me, Yeoman, could you direct me to where my temporary quarters would be?” the Ensign asked. "Of course, Ensign. One moment please, whilst I check for you." The Yeoman looked up the allocation on her terminal and downloaded the relevant information to a PADD which she handed to Ensign Zanarra. "There you are," she said. "You're on Deck 127, I've also downloaded directions from here, and a list of the other quarters to which your crewmates are assigned. The Officers Mess is on Deck 126 and I've also included an overview of the facilities available on the Promenade." She smiled. "You'll be on the ship and stuck with whatever's available there soon enough, I thought you might like to try out some of the restaurants and shops here whilst you can." “Thank you very much,” Zanarra replied. Addams watched the new Ensign head off in search of her quarters, then looked at the chronometer on the wall and wondered what time Captain Rivers would be leaving. She also wondered what the handsome Lt Commander Salid was doing that evening. With a sigh, she returned to her work. (Reply any, none) (Posted by Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva – Personal Quarters, CMO Josh Caskie - Day 1 - 1755) Josh had finished her sandwiches and her tea and was sitting in the chair relaxing. "Computer, play Mehndelsson's Hebridean Symphony." [Working]. The strains of that symphony suddenly flooded through the room and Josh leaning back in her chair relaxed and allowed herself to sink into the music. Her comm badge chirped suddenly and the music stopped as the computer recognised it. =/\= Dr. Whetari to Dr. Caskie.=/\= Josh smiled, she recognised the name. It was one of her new ACMO's. Josh activated her own comm, "Caskie here. What can I do for you Lieutenant?" =/\=Hello Dr. Caskie. I wanted to contact you and ask if there was an appropriate time to report into you as a ACMO and new member of your staff.=/\= Josh smiled, well, if you are doing nothing now how about we meet in the....... " Josh gazed down at the plant, "....tell you what, strike that. I'm not really able to leave my quarters at present. How about if you come here? (Tag Whetari) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva – Personal Quarters - Lieutenant JG ACMO Nissa Whetari - Day 1 - 1800) =/\=Well, if you are doing nothing now how about we meet in the....... =/\= There was a brief pause and Nissa prepared to make a suggestion, but then Caskie continued, =/\=....tell you what, strike that. I'm not really able to leave my quarters at present. How about if you come here?=/\= On a ship it would have been stranger, but it was later in the afternoon and Nissa had no idea if her new CMO had children or pets to care for. ~I wish that I had a pet…maybe I can find one on the Promenade. I’ll look tomorrow,~ Nissa thought while answering, “No problem, Doctor. Is ten minutes OK?” (Reply Caskie – I am assuming Yes, will repost if not) “See you then. Whetari out.” Nissa said with another tap of her combadge. She walked over to her personal console and called up a map of the station, finding Caskie’s quarters in a moment or two. It would take Nissa only a few minutes to get there, so she reviewed information that she requested on the shops on the Promenade to see if any sold pets. There was no mention of pets that she saw before she stood up and grabbed her PADD, but Nissa was determined to perform a more through investigation the next day. (reply Caskie) (Posted by Sarah Feldman) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva – Corridor outside of CMO Caskie’s Personal Quarters – ACMO Nissa Whetari – Day 1 - 1812) ~The map seemed so straightforward,~ Nissa thought, slightly confused and rather aggravated that she was late to meet her CMO. Taking a deep breath to compose herself, Nissa rang the door chime. (Reply Caskie) (Posted by Sarah Feldman) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva – Personal Quarters - ACMO Josh Caskie - Day 1 - 1815) =/\=No problem, Doctor. Is ten minutes OK?=/\= Josh smiled to herself, "No worries Doctor, take your time. This is an informal meeting." Picking up the remnants of her meal Josh returned them to the replicator and recycled them and then requested a variety of snacks. Laying them out on the table she sat back down and waited for her guest. It wasn't too long before the door chime sounded telling her that her guest had arrived. "Enter" The door opened and Josh saw the outline of someone standing in the corridor. "Dr Whetari? Please come in and make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything to drink? (Reply Dr Whetari) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Diplomatic Corp Offices, Personnel and Logistics Division- CONN/Ops- Lt. JG. Dralar- 1830) Dralar strode into the large lush office that the Lieutenant junior grade in charge of personnel and logistics occupied. The man behind the desk was young, maybe no later that 20 full cycles if his ability to judge Terran age was accurate. "How can I help you your highness?" he asked a forced smile showing on his face. "I have need of special offices to be assigned for the use of a Starship Captain while they are here on the Station." The Lieutenant nodded. "Of course and when will the Captain from the Skorr Hierarchy be arriving?" he asked. "The captain I am referring to is not from the Skorr Hierarchy." Dralar replied. The Lieutenant frowned, a facial display that Dralar understood to mean displeasure. "And who exactly then is this office for, your highness?" The lieutenant inquired. "Captain Susan Rivers. She is the commanding officer of the USS Champlain." The man shook his head slowly from side to side. "I see…" he began. "Captain Rivers is a member of the Fleet, and as such she is not entitled to special treatment. Those quarters and offices are reserved exclusively for our diplomatic guests." Dralar's feathers bristled. "I am a Prince of Skorria. I will not conduct business with a Captain that does not rate better facilities and accommodations that the smaller cubical that she has been assigned." he said in a raised tone. "I will immediately report this diplomatic infraction to the high King so that he completely understands that you would have me serve under a Captain that is unworthy of fine quarters and the respect of the Royal House of Skorria." "I am certain that the high King will wish to thank you personally for advising us of this matter so that we may withdraw our delegation and political support from the 52nd Fleet at once. To be insulted in such a manner is beyond belief. Please give me your name Lieutenant so I may see to it that my father mentions your diligence in his letter to War Admiral LaDona." The Lieutenant shifted in his seat. "I didn't mean… I mean…" the man stuttered. "Your name again Lieutenant?" Dralar pressed. "Your Highness, I don't believe that your father would need to get involved, nor would they have to withdraw their support. I believe for the sake of interstellar relations that I can accommodate you." He tapped frantically on his terminal. "Oh, there it is…" he said, before turning back to Dralar. "To what are you referring?" Dralar asked "Captain Rivers, is highly decorated, and since she is a Captain she holds the position of Ambassador at Large for the United Federation of Planets, or in this case the 52nd Fleet. Under these circumstances, and because she is vital to the continuing relations with the Skorr Hierarchy, I'm going to reassign her to Ambassador's quarters and offices beginning tomorrow morning." "Why was she not originally assigned to such accommodations when she arrived?" Dralar asked, making the man shift in his seat a second time. "There was a delay in her paperwork from the Boudiccia, your highness. My deepest apologies." "I am not the person who has been slighted here. I believe that person was ambassador Rivers." Dralar suggested, " I believe that this will be a sufficient apology however, provided that the Captain is provided with her own Chef." he added. "Of course she will! I'm very glad to be of assistance." the personnel officer offered. "Very good. Please notify Captain Rivers attaché, Yeoman Addams of the change in the morning." "I shall see to it your highness." "Very good Lieutenant, you have no idea how much you have done to strengthen Skorr relations with the 52nd Fleet. Now that we are past this minor issue in our relationship, we can focus on more important matters of state. Now if you'll excuse me. I must be returning to my quarters to submit a report to my Father." Dralar added. "Of course your highness." Dralar turned and left the office. He was pleased and if his beak would allow him to smile he would be doing so right now. (reply Addams and/or Rivers on day 2) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva -temporary Quarters-- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1830) Ahmed adjusted his shirt a little bit. The rich hand-dyed Egyptian cotton shirt was mid- thigh length and colored a brilliant dark blue. It had a traditional square neckline. The neckline and the cuff of the tunic was richly embroidered with a deep saffron colored thread. The necklace that his mother had given him had been polished so that the silver shone in the light. He wore a dark blue pair of comfortable pants and some leather sandals. He pinned his commbadge to his tunic and headed to meet Letitia. (Reply None) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva -Outside Addam's Quarters-- FO- Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1850) Ahmed found the place with little difficulty. He walked up to the door and pressed the chime, hoping that he wasn't too early. (reply Addams) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- =================================== Day 2 Posts =================================== (Star Base Geneva – Personal Quarters – Ensign(jg) Zanarra – 0730) Zanarra woke, not to the sound of the alarm, but to the lack of an alarm. For what felt like the first time since she’d started Academy, she didn’t have anything that required her attendance first thing in the morning. In fact, as the Captain had told her, she had several days of leave before the ship arrived. ~How did all the crew get to the station without the ship? ~ She took a shower and dressed for the day while considering her ponderable, concluding that she probably was misunderstanding something in the mix of activity. Once she’d taken a moment to replicate some breakfast, Zanarra sat down and reviewed the information that the yeoman had so kindly provided to her the day before. Several of the shops had names and descriptions that caught her attention and she made a note to visit them when she went out to look around. (reply None) (posted by Ruby) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva – Science Lounge - SO Ensign ( j.g.) Serixs Ssarumon, Engineer Ensign K't'r's – 0735) Serixs was fairly irritated. He was having THAT dream again...Ever since he had left he Spectre and come here, he had been having the same re-occurring dream of the events that led him to Starfleet in the first place. It was less a dream and more a nightmare. He let out a low sigh and got himself some coffee before settling in at a table. Quietly, he set his PADDs in front of him, trying to work out the warp field dynamics on the flexible nacelle pylons, so that the warp field would not collapse even before the ship made its jump. Jingling softly, K't'r's entered the Science Lounge and moving a chair out of the way, she stood in front of the computer terminal. Extending a pair of legs in front of her, she extruded long slightly curved pencil thin pointers about 3 inches long from the end of her pair of legs. Using the keyboard, she called up a file and began to type and interact with the computer. She was working on a particularly complex set of mathematics for a warp engine assembly. Serixs attention was caught by something he had not seen before...It looked like a spider. A twelve legged spider made of crystal. Quietly, he observed the creature, tilting his head left, and then right while regarding...him or her..he could not tell which...with those large opal-faceted eyes. Judging by the manner in which it navigated its environment, the spider was intelligent. That much he could tell. Then he caught a glimpse of the comm badge and a rank pip attached to one of its thin legs and grinned. A fellow Starfleet officer. Serixs really should not have been surprised. Not all Federation members were humanoid; just look at the Horta. Once the spider approached close enough for it to hear him, he nodded his large saurian head. "Good morning," he said warmly. "Oh! I was so involved with my work that I did not see you," K't'r's said in her liquid musical voice. "Please excuse my absentminded behavior." She regarded the lizard like creature with her fiery eyes from one side of her head, even as she typed and studied the equations using her eyes facing the screen. "Greetings!" "Forgive the abuptness," Serixs said. "I have not encountered a creature such as yourself before." He clicked his jaws together in thought, trying to ascertain the species or if he'd seen it in a database someplace, but his mind drew a blank. "I am trying to work out these equations for a better intermix of matter and antimatter in a smaller space without giving up so much of the power capabilities, but I have not yet resolved the difficulties." Shifting on her legs, K't'r's cocked her head to one side thoughtfully, her fine spines catching the light and glittering. "I suspect I must think some more on this." She sighed a musical triplet as she saved her data and exited from the computer system. "I see..." the large Gorn said, tapping his chin, then motioning to the chair opposite him at the table. "Care to join me?" He chuckled. "I do not bite, after all. My name is Ensign Ssarumon, assigned to the Champlain." He dipped his head, looking at the spider first with his left, then his right eye to get the best view. "Who might you be?" he asked politely. "We have short perches or rests that we use. Humanoid chairs are not comfortable and I would feel silly standing on one," answered K't'r's. "My name is K't'r's. I hold the rank of Ensign and I have been also been assigned to the USS Champlain." K't'r's paused. "Excuse me; please satisfy my curiosity. You brought up the biting. What large teeth you have! Are many humanoids nervous around you?" Serixs chuckled softly and sipped his coffee, then nodded. "At times, I believe so," he said to her. "I think seeing an eight foot reptilian tends to make people nervous. I try to avoid smiling for that reason." "That might be difficult if you have a sense of humor. But in some cultures baring of the teeth is considered prepatory to violence," explained K't'r's. "Oh," he began, "I just prefer not to make my crewmates uneasy." He looked at her again, tilting his head once more. "I suspect you get a lot of the same, considering the case of arachnophobia some people suffer." "Not often, though I could be wrong. Most people like the musical way of the Hamalki and are fascinated with our life cycles, although many are somewhat discomfited by our mating practices," said K't'r's factually. She made a movement with two of her front legs resembling a sort of shrug. "I am a Traditionalist. If the Great Designer of the universe created us in this sentient fashion, then who are we to go against our physicality? As a Traditionalist, I believe we should live the best we can with what the Designer has gifted us." The large Gorn smiled slightly. "Mammals can be quite odd in their behaviors," he said with amusement. "I do wish I could assist you with your equations, but it sounds like quite subtle work, and the Gorn are not known for subtlety." He laces his large sharp claws together. "Still, though, I would love to hear what you have. Maybe we could put our minds together and come to a solution that is, if you would care for my assistance." He smiled once more, showing those sharp teeth in an odd attempt at looking friendly. "I must ruminate a bit on my work. We can look at my research later and we will be serving together on the same ship apparently. I seek sustenance and I must find where I can get food suitable for a silicon based life form such as myself. I may have to go back to my quarters to do so. I hope they have more than graphite available," said K't'r's. "It makes us drunk," she confided. "I have to report to a Captain Susan Rivers today. I would prefer to do so in an upright position without wobbling." She laughed making a small arpeggio of sound. "I would not like to make a bad first impression on my commanding officers." Serixs nodded and smiled. "Agreed," he said. "When you get the chance, feel free to come find me." He took a large sip of his coffee. "I may need your assistance with a problem I have. Perhaps we could combine the research and come up with mutual solutions, but that is for later." He stood, needing to get back to the labs and his own work now that he was fully awake. "Good day to you, Ensign," he said pleasantly. "I do look forward to working with you." With that, he lumbered his way out of the science lab, looking every bit like a big green giant as he went. (reply any) (posted by Sheila and Don) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva, Deck 126 - Temporary Quarters, Champlain CO, Captain Susan Rivers MCO, Lt Colonel 'Spider' Drizzt, 0807) Susan woke up and stretched, slowly. She rolled over on her side and looked at the still-sleeping form of Leonal next to her. A smile lit her face and she gently traced the path of one of the scars on his chest with a finger. As she did so his eyes opened and his hand caught hers. "Good morning, ashke," she said softly, leaning forward to brush his lips with hers. “Mornings… I never did get to like them..” he said as he gently kissed her palm. “I’ve got a better idea, lets sleep til it gets bright out.” She grinned. "We're in space, remember? It's not going to get bright out for a *very* long time. I do, however, have an alternative plan..." She leant forward and whispered. "Mmm, you're going to corrupt me woman," he breathed as he pulled Rivers down. (reply none) (Posted by Jeremy and Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva, Temporary Quarters, Champlain CO, Captain Susan Rivers and MCO, Lt Colonel 'Spider' Drizzt, 0903) Sliding out of bed and not bothering to put a robe on, Susan headed for the replicator in the living area. The changes in her figure, whilst still slight, were more obvious unclothed than clothed as yet, and the loose clothing she often wore off-duty disguised them easily. But unclothed they couldn't be disguised, and in uniform the changes would soon be unmistakeable too. As she reached it, the doorchime sounded. Cursing under her breath, Susan asked who was there. "It's Marc." "MARC? What the h*ll are you doing here?!" "Never mind that, let me in will you?" "Just a minute!" She fled back to the bedroom and grabbed her robe off the chair next to the bed. "It's my stupid brother!" she explained as she shrugged it on. "I thought he'd be on Bajor or with the Maquis... the last place I expected him to be was here!" “You’re close, you’re pregnant, and about to fly back out into harms way. I’d be more surprised if everything went smoothly.” Drizzt said. “I suppose he’d be offended if I showed my blue carcass in all its glory?” Susan stifled a grin. "Xado, he doesn't even know you exist, never mind that we're together. I think it might be a little less of a shock to him if you covered up a little, hmm?" The Andorian sighed and grabbed at his robe, a simple thing done in pleasing shades of blue and pastel greens- soothing colours for a man who came from a planet where blue dominated. It left his chest mostly exposed to the open, but was designed to cover all the strategic parts, he could be seen in semi-polite society wearing it, at least. He cracked his neck as he stepped out of the bedroom, to the sound of yet another door-chime. “Impatient, ain't he?” Drizzt muttered. "Always," Susan said as she opened the door. "About time," grumbled Marc as he entered. Taller than Susan, the family resemblance between them was striking despite the fact that he was ten years older, and no one who saw them together would doubt they were brother and sister. His long hair was bound back at the nape of his neck, emphasising the high cheekbones and the Bajoran nose. "What took you so lo-" He broke off as he saw the tall Andorian. "Well I guess I know now," he muttered. "You going to introduce us, Zuzu?" "Don't call me Zuzu," she said crossly. "Leonal, this is my brother, Marc Rivers. Marc, this is Lieutenant Colonel Leonal Drizzt." "You might have told me!" He regarded Drizzt with interest, taking in the scars on the chest. "Jeeze, can't you find someone normal for once?" he whispered as he stepped forward, hand held out, ignoring Susan's scowl at his comment. "Nice to meet you, Colonel." Drizzt's antenna twitched as he took the man's hand. "Charmed." He said, in the tones of a man less then impressed. "Next time you want to whisper theatrically, don't do it in front of someone with these." he said, as he wiggled his antenna in such a way they wouldn't be missed. "Normal is in the eye of the beholder, and it's not typically wise to piss off a Marine. Just a suggestion, of course." Marc had the grace to look abashed. "Eh, right. Sorry. But man, you should see some of the ones she's brough - OW!" he broke off as Susan pinched his ear. "I," she said with what dignity she could muster in the circumstances, "was going to get some breakfast when you arrived. I suppose you've already eaten?" "Actually yes, but I'll have a bacon roll and a coffee, ta." Marc folded his long form into a vacant chair. Drizzt watched the man sit, and then let his bushy white eyebrows drop as he gracefully placed himself into a loveseat. His dogtags jingled on his chest as he folded one leg over the other. He idly rubbed his thumb over his pointer-finger for a moment, before saying "Geneva is a long way from Bajor." Marc nodded. "Yeah, I guess it is. But I haven't been on Bajor in months. I left just before that bastard Doenitz turned up. My mother insisted we took the kids off. And since then I've been working between the Maquis and the 52nd. Keeping an eye on things in ...certain areas. And then when I was told Susan was going to be here, getting an explorer, well it seemed the ideal time." There was an ominous tone in the phrase 'the ideal time', but Spider let it lay. Marc wasn't his family; after all, he didn't know a thing about the man. The fact he knew his name was testament to the fact that he remembered when anyone was mentioned, and Susan had once mentioned him within earshot. He leaned back, still rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, when Susan stepped back within the ring of furniture. One thought did occur to him, and as she was placing a cup of coffee on the table he asked "And where are these... kids?" Susan shot Marc a hard glance. "They're on Bajor, with Mother, right?" Marc looked uncomfortable. "Eh, no. I was just telling... Leonal? that Mother made me take them off-world. They've been living with me and Kalpek on the New Freedom. But now we have to begin preparations to take back Bajor and some of the other settled worlds and, well, a battleship is no place for kids. So... well, that's why I'm here." The Andorian's eyebrows shot up again. "I'm going to assume you are trying to pass responsibility for these children back to your sister. Are you aware that the Champlain will be going into combat again... soon?" Marc stared at him. "But - they told me its an explorer?" Susan sighed as she sat down with her food. "You really are dense, sometimes, Marc. Yes the Champlain is an explorer but they're going to need every ship they can get soon. Including the Champlain." Marc watched her as she reached over to the fruit bowl and took a banana, peeling it. "But not now, right? And I *am* going into battle soon. So yeah, I am planning to return her wards to my sister!" he said to Drizzt. Drizzt placed his arm on the armrest of the loveseat and rested his head against two extended fingers. "There are easier ways of doing away with children you dislike. Orphanages, nunneries. Sending them to die like Starfleet Officers at their age is a bit extreme." He said, with dark amusement. "The odds we succeed are less then yours, by a goodly margin."He turned his head slightly to look at Susan, "Of course, the little one could use a babysitter while we're off saving the world again." Marc watched Susan mash the banana into a fish sandwich, close it up and take a bite. He stared at her, then at Drizzt as the Andorian's words sank in. He looked back at Susan, and blurted out, "You're pregnant!" She blushed. "Yes," she said with a touch of defiance. "I am." She looked at Leonal, and smiled - not so much a smile as a softening of the features. "*We* are expecting a baby in July." "I look horrible wearing a wet-nurses dress, but such is life." Drizzt said. "You should try it sometime, the black and white would set off your hair better then it does mine. And if you wear it in combat, you'll have the enemy convinced you're mad and therefore not a threat. I've always enjoyed being underestimated, you might enjoy the same." His eyebrows, still quirked, came down. "So, knowing all this, WHY do you want to drop two children on Susan when we're going into bloody conflict?" Marc sighed. "Because you aren't going behind enemy lines. Because when you do go into battle, you're going to be with a whole damn fleet. Because worst case you can leave the kids here on Geneva." He stopped for a moment, and glanced at Susan, then sighed again. "And most of all, *you* wont be going back to Bajor." Now THAT was an interesting tid-bit. Susan didn't like Bajor? He'd have to ask her about that sometime. But in the mean time... "Because... you don't want the responsibility." Spider added. "Mr. Rivers, your reasons are deplorable. Your reasoning flawed, and your attitude piss-poor." The Marine stood and looked down for a moment, then began making his way for the replicator. "I would have thought better from a Maquis." Marc flashed him a look of pure venom. "I don't know if you're being deliberately offensive," he said angrily, "or deliberately obtuse. *My* mission will be to Bajor. And I don't want the kids to see what we're going to find there. I've heard enough to know that it makes the Cardassian occupation look like a picnic in the park. They don't need to see what was a home to them like that. Not until they have to. And besides -" He broke off, a slight choke in his voice, but before he could finish, Susan said quietly, "And besides, you don't know what's happened to Mother." Drizzt turned and looked on curiously, waiting for Susan to answer. "Nor do I," she continued. "I've not been able to find out anything. I assumed that was because it was so hard to get information out. But she told me she planned to live quietly, keep out of trouble. She'll be alright," she insisted. Marc shook his head. "She didn't. She joined the resistance after I took the kids away. The cell she was with was broken up and scattered. Some captured and tortured, some killed. And some unaccounted for. I - I couldn't find out which she came under. Susan, you must see, I can't take them back with me now." He looked at Drizzt. "Tell her," he said. "You're Andorian. You know what's been going on on your world. Tell her." Drizzt took a breath, crossed his arms and looked down at the floor, deep in thought. Finally he looked up, "Susan knows as much about the occupations as I do, and your people have more of a history with it then mine do. She is as aware of the dangers, the horrors, as you are." He paused again, considering his words. "They will not be spared the horror of war if they are with us, nor with you, nor here on Geneva. We are not living in a pleasant universe any more; nobody alive will be able to claim that they lost nobody they knew. Personally, I'm not seeing the difference between watching genocide of ones own, vs genocide of others. Death, my friend, is death." Susan nodded slowly, her face a little pale and set as she stood up and walked over to Spider. "You're right, ahkayah," she said quietly, putting her hand on his arm. "Death is death and it doesn't matter whose death it is. But Marc's right too. They are only children. If they see the horrors of war here or with us, that's one thing. If they see it on Bajor, that's something else. And they've lived through quite a lot, one way or another. I don't think it would serve any useful purpose to let them watch Bajor burn. Because it will. You know that as well as I do. But perhaps we can give them a few weeks away from it, before it catches up with us all again. If you're willing?" Drizzt nodded once, then looked at her brother again. "Is there anything special we should know, or are you itching to get rid of them now?" He wrapped an arm around Susan. Marc shrugged. "Well they're kids," he said, as though that said it all. "Loren's a bit of a b-... well, she's 13." He looked at Susan. "And if you don't remember what you were like at that age, I do. And Shun is as curious as he ever was. Nice kid though. Just don't let him near the engineering department. Or the armoury. And whatever you do, don't let him reprogram the replicator. Kalpek almost had his hide when - ah, never mind. I'll drop them by later. Oh and Shun has a new pet. Or he will do. That little wossname thing he had, Susie? The Chief Engineer's pet ferret ate it. He was heartbroken so Kalpek took him shopping while I came here." He stood up. "Thanks," he said, a little awkwardly to Drizzt. "Nice meeting you, and all that." He looked at Susan, still enfolded in the Andorian's arm. "Aka buraya soraya arrow tesha soral. Nara er." "Joi, seran," she replied with a grin. "Sasi." he nodded. Well I'll leave you two love-birds to - I'll leave you alone." He grinned. "Last chance you'll have for a while, mate, make the most of it," he added to Drizzt with a wink. Drizzt watched the man leave and looked down, "That sounded... ominous. Perhaps you should tell me about these children?" Susan shrugged. "Not much to tell. They were the wards of my former FO, Sam Kaneshiro. He picked them up on 968, seems their parents are dead. And then when he went off to chase after the Consortium, he left them in my care while he was away." Her face clouded. "He never came back. So I was kind of stuck with them. Then when I went to work for Ohlssen, I left them with my mother on Bajor. I knew I'd be going places I couldn't take them and it seemed a better option than, say," she glanced up at him teasingly, "an orphanage or something. Although if I'd known they'd end up with Marc... He probably spolit them rotten, at least when Kalpek wasn't around. That's his wife. Romulan. She's... Romulan. You could say we didn't really get off on the right foot," she added, a reminiscent grin on her face as she remembered taking the Ennarhain off her own Bridge. "And I guess we've never really got on it since. But she's good for Marc. She does the thinking, he does the action." Drizzt snorted at that. "So we'll have two kids with no real sense of roots, a third coming along... assuming you can find a quiet enough place to have him or her. And all on the eve of battle." He quirked an eyebrow and swung her around to face him. "I'd accuse the writer of this little plot of being a masochist, if this were a holodrama. All we need now is a marriage, twins and my long lost uncle to knock down our door offering me a place in the family business- but only if I give up Starfleet." "If that's a proposal," Susan said sedately, her eyes twinkling with amusement, "I think you need to take lessons in tact and diplomacy from Marc." She chuckled. "He likes you though. He told me I had a good man there and I should hold onto him." "Hmm, lessons." He thought about that for a moment, then snorted. "As for the proposal, but of course. I'll make you a deal. You live through the coming months, so that we can HAVE a wedding, and I'll let you throw the largest... most embarrassingly lavish ceremony you can think of... assuming that's what you want. In either case, yes, I think I'd like to marry you." He put his fingers under Susan's chin and made a show of looking her up and down. "We can paint you blue for the ceremony, no big deal." He said, with an amused grin. She laughed at that. "I think I'd prefer green, it would go better with my eyes. But if you want blue, ashke, blue it shall be. And I'm sure Dr Caskie can fit you up with some nose wrinkles," she added with a grin. "As for living through what comes," she added more seriously, "I have no intention of doing anything else. Not now." "Good. I'd hate to have to call you back just for a tongue lashing." He held her close for a moment, "So, just how long do you think you're brother will give us before dropping some adolescents on us, hmmm?" She thought for a moment, relaxing against his body and enjoying the comforting feeling it gave her. "Probably some time this afternoon. If I know Loren 'shopping' will take a lot longer than Kalpek anticipates. Then they'll want lunch, and they'll have to pack up so.." she shrugged. "This afternoon." "Good." Was all he said as he picked her up, and began carrying her off. This afternoon left plenty of time. They had much to discuss and plan, but first... (Reply Any, none) (Posted by Jeremy and Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva, Personal Quarters - Science Officer, Lieutenant (jg) Megan Tallos - 0930) Megan woke up slowly, and rolled over pulling the covers back up around her neck, refusing to give in to her brain telling her it was time to get up. The comforter was not standard Star Fleet issue, and frankly, was probably some form of fire hazard, but it was thick and heavy, and Megan refused to sleep without it, it also meant that she kept the room about 5 to 10 degrees colder than was normal, but she preferred it that way. After another ten minutes of fighting against consciousness, she gave up and threw off the blankets, quickly ordering the computer to up the temperature to normal. She quickly showered and performed her morning routine, before putting back on her pajamas and padded out to the living room in her slippers. Quickly ordering up a glass of milk, a large stack of chocolate chip pancakes with plenty of maple syrup, and a large bowl of sugary cereal dowsed in a fair amount of milk itself, she took the dishes over to the couch, pulled the table up close to the couch and started eating, between bites giving the computer orders. "Computer access Cultural database, subsection, Andoria, Subsection, T'Kelik Province, Subsection Music and Theater videos." Megan said before eating a forkful of pancakes. "Display videos from 1910, current calender." The computer chimed a quick response and quickly displayed a list of titles on the screen. "Computer play title 'T'Tem'tar ep Venisk*' Series 5, episode 12," Megan said before a long gulp of milk, starting of in the series from where she left off a couple of days ago. [Do you wish play back in Andorian or Federation Standard] the computer asked. "Andorian, the translation leaves something to be desired." Megan said, she knew Andorian fluently, and frankly didn't much care for any translation to Federation Standard, most languages lost their flare when translated. Moving back to her plate of pancakes, she curled her legs under her and watched intently, she had been in a really good spot in the series before an idea for her work interrupted her. There was nothing quite like the Andorian equivalent to Earth soap operas on her days off, although to be fair, the Denobulans had cornered the market on Sitcoms quite effectively. No culture yet found, in Megan's opinion, could stand up to the hilarity of familial comedy that a fully extended Denobulan family could come up with, that and she just liked the Denobulan sense of humor. (Reply None/Any) (Posted by Patrick D.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva, Deck 126 - Temporary Quarters, Champlain CO, Captain Susan Rivers, 1100) Susan, now dressed, sat on the sofa, legs curled underneath her, making a list on a PADD. An almost untouched mug of Bajoran Root Tea on the small coffee table in front of her. "We'll need to move to bigger quarters," she said, half thinking aloud, half talking to her companion. "The children will need one room each. And I'll have to arrange for changes to be made to the Captain's Quarters on the Champlain before we move in there, Captain Wolfe was single with no children. We'll need the extra space. And with Salid coming to dinner tonight," she paused and looked at Leonal. "You will remember, won't you? He's coming at 1800." (reply Leonal, room for more iyw) "I didn't expect Shun and Loren to be here when I invited him." Susan admitted. "But it's not like we're going to be discussing ship's business. It's meant to be a social evening. But I'd better get in touch with Addams and see if she can find us some bigger quarters for us. " She was interrupted by the sound of the door-chime and sighed. "Looks like today is not going to be as quiet as I hoped," she said. "Come in." The door opened and two Geneva crewmen entered, bringing with them an anti-grav sled. "Captain Rivers?" one of them asked. "Yes," she replied, puzzled. "We've come to move you to your new quarters." Susan stared. "But we haven't requested any yet." The second crewman checked his PADD. "Says here you've been reassigned to quarters on Deck 26." "Let me see that," Susan said, holding out her hand for the PADD. The crewman handed it over, and she read it through then passed it to Leonal. "It looks authentic, but this is the first I've heard of it," she said. "You'll have to come back later, we need to pack up." The crewman nodded. "We can do our next job now and come back in an hour, if that's acceptable, Sir?" "I think so," Susan agreed after a rapid review of what would need to be done. Fortunately neither she nor Leonal had unpacked much, knowing they'd be transferring to the Champlain in a few days. Once the crewman had left she moved over to the desk in the corner where there was a terminal. "I'm going to check this out," she said. Accessing her messages she found one from Addams, informing her of the change of quarters and also that her office was moved to a spot adjacent to her new quarters which were - "In the Ambassadorial section!" she exclaimed in surprise. "What the - There must be a mistake here." She opened a comm-link to Yeoman Addams. =/\= Yes, Captain? =/\= "Yeoman, what is all this about new quarters and offices in the Ambassadorial section? I'm not an ambassador!" =/\= I know, Sir. I checked it out after I got the message this morning about the change. It seems that Lt Dralar arranged it yesterday. =/\= "I see. Please inform Lt Dralar that I wish to see him immediately, in my office. And stop the move will you?" =/\= Umm. They're actually right in the middle of moving your office, Captain. To Deck 26. And when I queried it Logistics said that the change was mandatory. I wanted them to wait for your agreement but they said that it was an order, not an option. =/\= Susan sighed. "Let me know when you're installed there then, and then contact the Lieutenant and tell him I wish to speak with him. Rivers out." She drummed her fingers on the desk for a moment then stood up and made her way back to the sofa, picking up her mug from the coffee-table and draining it before she remembered what was in it. "Ugh, that's vile," she muttered, her mood not improved. "Well I suppose if there's no chance of changing the orders...." she smiled ruefully at Leonal. "I never thought I'd be annoyed at being given better quarters. But somehow this feels... wrong." (reply Leonal iyw) "You know, " she remarked as she headed for the bedroom to begin packing, "I told Dralar yesterday that he shouldn't expect special treatment just because he's a Prince where he comes from. I never thought of telling him not to give *me* special treatment." She sighed. "I rather liked that little office. It was cosy," she said as she disappeared through the doorway. A thought struck her. "Oh shards, you don't suppose they've put us next door to Suentar do you?" she said in dismay. Last night she'd told Leonal about the new crew she'd met, and her history with the Ambassador she'd had foisted on her. She hadn't been looking forward to being on the same ship as him but to have to live next door to him whilst waiting for the ship to arrive would just be the icing on the cake. (reply Drizzt, anywhere, Any) (Posted by Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva – Promenade, Deck 27 – Ensign(jg) Zanarra – 1145) Zanarra walked out of the theatre still confused about what the particular performance she’d just witnessed had been about. The best she could come up with was that it was either about flowers in bloom or automated transportation. The playbill had said that it was a performance art piece centering on the coming of age as an enlightened society. She shook her head slightly and retrieved her PADD from inside her shopping bag. Officer’s mess was located on Deck 126 if she’d wanted to go there to have lunch. She mulled over the option of staying in the Promenade area and finding a suitable restaurant before finally deciding to make her way up to the Officer’s mess. There was even a chance that she might run into other members of the Champlain’s crew. She was very interested to getting to meet some of the people she’d be working with. If nothing else, it would be nice to have someone to talk to. (reply none) (posted by Ruby) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva – Officer’s Mess, Deck 126 – Ensign(jg) Zanarra – 1150) As she entered the Officer’s Mess she was struck by how much it resembled the academy cafeteria. There were small groups that were sitting close to each other and chatting as they ate. Zanarra assumed that for the most part the groups were probably people from the same ship. Since the lack of signage made it unlikely that there would be any delegated seating, she picked a seat at one of the smaller unoccupied tables. Scanning thru the available options and ended up choosing a shiso salad that seemed to be comprised mostly of purple leaves. Though not entirely sure what it would taste like, she was willing to give it a try. ~As long as it isn’t spicy, it’ll be fine. ~ The recollection of accidentally eating a small white Andorian pepper had sworn her off of ever wanting to have something similar happen again. Everything she’d eaten for nearly two weeks afterward had absolutely no taste at all. (reply any) (posted by Ruby) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva – Officer’s Mess, Deck 126 – Yeoman Addams – 1155) Letty had decided to take an early lunch, as not quite everything had been moved to their new offices as yet. And until her system was up and running, which she had been told would be at least another hour, she couldn't make an appointment for Lt Dralar. ~At least today isn't going to be as long as yesterday~ she thought. ~And last night was kind of fun too~ She smiled to herself happily. As she entered the mess she saw one of her new crewmates sitting alone. Making her way over to the table, she said, "Excuse me, it's Ensign Zanarra, isn't it? May I sit at your table? I don't really like to eat alone myself, so I thought you might like the company. Of course," she added hastily, "if you'd rather be alone just say so." (reply Zanarra, any) (posted by Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva, Personal Quarters - Science Officer, Lieutenant (jg) Megan Tallos - 1220) Megan stretched, standing up from the couch as she ordered the wall monitor off. She had managed a couple of more episodes of he show, but decided that she needed to get out and about. This would be the last day she would be able to really use the promenade probably, so she wanted to make sure there wasn't anything she needed. Quickly getting dressed in some civilian clothes, happy to skip the uniform for the day, she attached her comm badge to her shirt and quickly put her hair up in a French braid to keep it out of her face. Grabbing a PADD she headed out the door. (reply none) (posted by Patrick D.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star Base Geneva, Deck 24, Quadrant Importers - Science Officer, Lieutenant (jg) Megan Tallos - 1230) Megan walked down the promenade, looking at various shops trying to decide what she would need for her deployment. She had a couple of things in mind but was hoping some other stuff might catch her eye. Veering to her right, she walked into a shop she knew well. "Borso trasen, Ulanti," She said with a smile to the Bolian behind the counter. "Your accents getting better, Meg," the shop keeper said with a grin. "What brings you in today?" "I'm getting shipped out, Ulanti, and by whatever gods may or may not be listening, I will not do so without some essentials." Megan said, in a less joyous tone. She had met Ulanti during various shopping trips, and then in one of the bars one night. He was a nice older gentleman and the two became friends. He had offered to teach her Bolian, a language that for some reason she had never worked on prior and they had spent many entertaining nights in Callahan's Pub. The man had been a freighter captain in his younger years, and had seen most of the quadrant at one time or another, before retiring and letting his eldest Daughter take over the actually trading. He claimed he liked the quieter life, but from the way he listened to the stories of the merchants and Star Fleet crews that came through the station, Megan was fairly sure he wished he was three decades younger and able to join them. "Meg, that's...I'm sorry, just promise you'll be safe while you're out there." Ulanti said. "Don't worry, I will be, but I want some stuff before I go." Megan said with a smile. Standing up as straight as he could, Ulanti slipped on his merchant demeanor and nodded. "What can I get you?" Megan quickly named a couple of things, mostly food stuffs that for some reason never replicated quite right. Chocolate, some sweets from Tellar, and a couple of spices from Vulcan she favored made it into her basket. She found a bottle of Tiburonian brandy in a dusty corner, and deciding she had everything she wanted headed towards the counter. After adding everything up, Ulanti reached under the counter and added a bottle of amber liquid. "I know it's not much, but I've seen the way you drown your pancakes in this stuff, I don't have a whole lot of it left, although my daughter said that she heard about a transplanted crop of sugar maples on Antonis IV and if you get this war over with, she can start importing it again." Megan thanked him profusely, then looked at the total and frowned. "Ulanti, this price is too low, I know all this should cost more." "You're lucky, you qualified for the special offer. Brunette Star Fleet Science officers, lieutenant's only, learning Bolian, get a 25% discount on their final bill." He said in a rather serious tone. "Rather limiting sale there, don't you think." Megan said, crossing her arms. "Lucky you didn't come in yesterday, Saurian Chief Petty Officers with a specialty in power systems and pottery received a free pair targ skin driving gloves with every purchase, you should have seen the rush." "Well, as long as it's not special treatment just for me, I'll be ok with it. I have to run, need to do some other errands this afternoon. I'll be shipping out on the Champlain, so keep a look out for any news about it, and I'll see you around, promise." Megan said. Ulanti came out from behind the counter and they shared a quick hug before Megan turned and left the shop. (Reply None) (Posted by Patrick D.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva, Deck 23, Merkan's Bar and Grill - Science Officer, Lieutenant (jg) Megan Tallos, 1300) Megan walked along the deck 23 promenade when her PADD beeped. Sighing she looked at the message telling her that she had just been assigned two papers to review and return. She doubted she'd have time once the Champlain docked, but she knew editors rarely took 'I'm on deployment' as a good excuse. The Science community of the 52nd fleet and the various other civilian scientists that had defected to the 52nd fleets since the hostilities began, upon realizing that they were effectivly cut off from the Federation, started their own Peer reviewed journal so they could keep each other informed and publish their work. The 'Science and Math Review of the 52nd Fleet," had been formed to handle most of the literature, and was fairly lenient about the catagories of topics it allowed within reason. Megan hadn't been tapped for a review in a while, and she accepted the fact that her afternoon just got crowded with some degree of finality. Looking around Megan spotted a restaurant she had visited a couple of times before and stepped in. Quietly she found a table in the corner and sat down with her PADD and stylus in hand. She absentmindedly orders some food and a drink while she worked in her corner, ignoring most of what was happening around her. (Reply Any) (Posted by Patrick D.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Champlain – Champlain COs Offices – Engineer Ensign K't'r's – 1500) After much puzzlement and some misdirection, K't'r's finally got to the Captain's office on the Geneva Space Station. She even managed to get there on time, despite the confusion. The status of this command line officer was a little nebulous. She was apparently considered an Ambassador, what with having offices in the Ambassadorial section on Geneva with other homeworld representatives, but being as how the Champlain was also an exploratory vessel, to K't'r's it made a logical sort of sense. Chiming her way through the door, she approached the desk. "Greetings, Yeoman Addams. I am Engineer Ensign K't'r's, reporting in as per my appointment with Captain Rivers." (Reply Letitia Addams) "Is it correct for me to address this commanding officer as Captain or as Ambassador? I am somewhat confused, although Starfleet Command must hold this officer in very high regard," said K't'r's. (Reply Letitia Addams) (Posted by Sheila Mayer) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------