Compile break down: Day: 183 (U.S.S. Dennison – Ready Room – CO - Captain Archibald Stakes - 1937) (U.S.S. Dennison – Ready Room – Ops - Ensign Chance Raschen- 1939) Day: 184 (USS Dennison - Briefing Room - Commander Trevan West, 0624) (USS Dennison - Briefing Room - CMO Dr Nymes - 0627) (USS Dennison - Briefing Room -Commander Trevan West, 0628) (USS Dennison - Briefing Room - OPS Officer Ensign Cattia Spero - 0629) (USS Dennison - Briefing Room - Commander Trevan West, 0630) (USS Dennison - Briefing Room - ATac Ensign (jg) Ben Soma- 0632) (USS Dennison - Briefing Room - Ensign Chance Raschen, 0632.5) (U.S.S. Dennison - Briefing Room - CO - Captain Archibald Stakes - 0633) (U.S.S. Dennison - Briefing Room - CMO - Dr Nymes - 0634) (U.S.S. Dennison - Briefing Room - Ops Ensign Chance Raschen- 0634.5) (USS Dennison - Briefing Room -Commander Trevan West, 0634.75) (USS Dennison- Briefing Room- ATac Ensign Ben Soma- 0635) (U.S.S. Dennison - Briefing Room - OPS Officer - Ensign Cattia Spero - 0636) (USS Dennison - Briefing Room -Ensign Chance Raschen, 0636.5) (USS Dennison - Briefing Room - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 0637) (USS Dennison - Briefing Room - CO - Captain Archibald Stakes - 0640) ( USS Dennison- Briefing Room- ATac Ensign (jg) Ben Soma- 0642) (USS Dennison - Sickbay - Ensign Mia Simmons & Doctor Nymes - 0730) (USS Dennison - Ready Room - CO - Captain Archibald Stakes - 08:06) (USS Dennison – Bridge – 2L Leola Bracken -0858) (USS Dennison - Ready Room - CO - Captain Archibald Stakes - 13:47) (USS Dennison - Deck 10 - Sickbay - CO - Captain Archibald Stakes - 1355) (SFM Neurosurgical Centre of Excellence, Palm Springs, CR&MO Commodore Falkirk, 1410) (USS Dennison - Sickbay - CMO Dr Nymes - 1411) (USS Dennison - FO Office - CMO Lewis Nymes - 1414) (USS Dennison - FO Office - CMO Dr Nymes - 1416) (USS Dennison - Quartermaster's Office - Bar Manager Mei Ling Hikaru - 1700) (USS Dennison - Yeoman's Office - Bar Manager Mei Ling Hikaru - 1720) (USS Dennison - Ten Forward - Bar Manager Mei Ling Hikaru - 2045) ********************************************************* Healer in the Tower Stardate: 2408.01.08 Day: 183 ********************************************************* (U.S.S. Dennison – Ready Room – CO - Captain Archibald Stakes - 1937) "Yes sir, I understand what you are saying. So to maybe make it easier on you as well as others on this ship I would like to ask about the possibility of a transfer to attempt a fresh start sir." Archibald was quite taken aback by that. It was not something that he had foreseen. He clasped his hands together in front of him on the desk as he regarded the Ensign. After a few seconds he shook his head. "Care to explain, Mister Raschen?" he asked. "Honestly and candidly sir...I can't work with Commander McDermott. Every time I try to do the right thing; he tries to have me thrown into the brig. I probably go about it the wrong way, but I seem to rub him the wrong way and I feel it would be better for this ship if I were elsewhere sir." Archibald studies the man's face in minute detail trying to work out what had gone on between the two. "To be frank, Mister Raschen, when two officers don't seem to get along I tell them both to grow up and stop acting like spoilt brats. That normally does the trick. However, I can see how your background and Commander McDermott's background are quite far apart." Archibald tapped his fingers on the desk. There were things that he wanted to say, but shouldn't. And there were things that he should be saying, but didn't want to. Finally he took a decision. "I will take your request under consideration, Ensign, and I will take counsel on it. In the meantime I do think that you should think really hard if this is what you want to do but I will look around for available positions for you. Let's give it ..... three days and then I expect you back in this office and we will continue the discussion. Unless there is something else on your mind, Ensign?" (Posted by Adrie Geuken) === (U.S.S. Dennison – Ready Room – Ops - Ensign Chance Raschen- 1939) "I will take your request under consideration, Ensign, and I will take counsel on it. In the meantime I do think that you should think really hard if this is what you want to do but I will look around for available positions for you. Let's give it ..... three days and then I expect you back in this office and we will continue the discussion. Unless there is something else on your mind, Ensign?" Taking the hint, Chance came to his feet and simply said "Three days, thank you sir. You have a good night sir." He then turned and headed out of the office after he was dismissed by the new CO. (Posted by Charlie) ********************************************************* Healer in the Tower Stardate: 2408.01.09 Day: 184 ********************************************************* (USS Dennison - Briefing Room - Commander Trevan West, 0624) When the floor was opened, Shrekt decided to begin the questions, "Commander, given the advanced nature of their technology, what precautions are we taking to increase the ship's defenses against possible anti-matter weaponry?" Finally a question, "Actually none. First, even the strongest shields won't last more than a hit. Second, I don't intend on provoking them. As I stated they are a peaceful race, the best comparison I can think of is the Halkans," replied Trevan. "So what is our mission exactly, sir? Are re-establishing contact with them? To establish a technology exchange? Or are we just going to steal whatever we can from them and running?" asked Shrekt, a single eye brow raised. Trevan moved closer to the table keenly aware eyes were on him, "Our mission is to proceed to sector 4502 as instructed by the message. Contact is a strong possibility, but not certain. No technology will be stolen as we are not in the business of stealing from any culture. A technology exchange, while great for us, would not be great for them as I don't think we have anything to offer." Trevan sensed another question coming and answered it before anyone had a chance to ask it, "This is a mission from Starfleet Science, not Intelligence. Although, SFI has been actively involved in the decoding of the Maltorian message. If contact is made, then we are to proceed with standard first contact procedures." (posted by Kerry Fletcher) === (USS Dennison - Briefing Room - CMO Dr Nymes - 0627) Nymes waited for his opening, waiting until the new security officer had asked her immediate questions, before piping up with his query. "Commander, what's your perception of their medical knowledge?" (reply - rfm) "And finally, are we going into a - excuse the phrase - humanitarian crisis?" (posted by GC) === (USS Dennison - Briefing Room -Commander Trevan West, 0628) Nymes waited for his opening, waiting until the new security officer had asked her immediate questions, before piping up with his query. "Commander, what's your perception of their medical knowledge?" "We do have a little information on that, page four-hundred and ninety seven of your PADD Doctor. I am sorry there isn't much to go on, other than they are at about a J on the cultural Richter scale of medical technology. Lieutenant Bracken will have more medical information as it gets decoded and she will see to it that you get it as it comes in." As he finished speaking, the Doctor had one more question. "And finally, are we going into a - excuse the phrase - humanitarian crisis?" Shaking his head Trevan replied, "No, I don't believe so. While they are still having issues like poverty and hunger, it's not on the level Earth was in prior to first contact with the Vulcans in 2063. However, let's be prepared to deal with that situation. Will you see to it that proper medical needs for these people are met, if we are asked to assist?" "Excellent, I will have the biological data sent to you so you can have time to deal with it." (posted by Kerry Fletcher) === (USS Dennison - Briefing Room - OPS Officer Ensign Cattia Spero - 0629) Kit had listened attentively to the briefing, though she wasn't as impressed as she had the feeling she was supposed to be by the information that the Maltorians could build a big bridge. Even one that linked two continents. ~Hardly unusual for a technologically advanced race,~ she thought. ~More interesting is why they would prefer to use it instead of the transporter technology they also have.~ The fact that they could apparently cloak a whole planet undetected was intriguing, however. ~That would be rather more advanced than us. Always supposing it's not just that the planet slipped through a rift in subspace or something~ she pondered. She'd read at the Academy about planets that appeared and disappeared, some reappearing within a lifetime, some not for hundreds or even thousands of years. It would, she considered, be interesting to visit such a planet. Her musings were interrupted by a statement from Commander West that she had not expected to hear again, not now that Doenitz and his cronies were well and truly gone. "My sources at Intelligence have indicated to me that in addition to the Dennison's mission to seek out the Maltorians, they also want their hands on any technology that can be scanned or taken." ~What!! Didn't we just fight a whole, bloody, civil war about whether or not that was acceptable? And the end result was that it wasn't? And since it was allegedly your side that won, I find it an odd comment, Commander. I wonder where your true loyalties lie.~ Kit had found herself on the losing side in the civil war, not that she'd minded. She'd hated Doenitz and all he stood for but unlike some, she hadn't had a choice where she fought. Even if she had, she'd not willingly have changed sides, with her parents in 'protective custody'. So she'd remained on the Star of Samarkand, and been thankful when Admiral Stakes had switched sides so dramatically at the turning point of the final battle. If she had not... But Kit didn't want to think about that. She continued to listen as West handed over to Lieutenant Bracken, and managed to completely suppress a smile as the CSO talked about the penalties for the smallest of crimes being harsher than any of them could imagine. Somehow, she doubted Lieutenant Bracken had seen many of the results of some of the technology Doenitz had found and used. Or the punishments for even being suspected of thinking the wrong way. Kit had, and it had sickened her. The news that they were not to speak of the information outside of the room struck her as odd. Classified by intel, yet what was there that was so classified? A race they hadn't heard from in over a hundred years had contacted them. They were technologically advanced and morally backward. The only thing Kit had heard that SFI wouldn't like to get out was that they - a Starfleet vessel - were expected to steal technology from the race that had to all intents and purposes requested a first contact. Or a second contact, if you wanted to be pedantic. The TAC/SC was the first to ask questions when invited, and Kit listened, rather surprised, to Commander West's response. "Our mission is to proceed to sector 4502 as instructed by the message. Contact is a strong possibility, but not certain. No technology will be stolen as we are not in the business of stealing from any culture. A technology exchange, while great for us, would not be great for them as I don't think we have anything to offer. This is a mission from Starfleet Science, not Intelligence. Although, SFI has been actively involved in the decoding of the Maltorian message. If contact is made, then we are to proceed with standard first contact procedures." Before she could ask a question herself, however, Dr Nymes jumped in. Once West had dealt with his questions, Kit spoke up. "Excuse me, Commander, but I find myself a little confused here. You stated during your briefing that 'your sources at Intelligence have indicated to you that in addition to the Dennison's mission to seek out the Maltorians, they also want their hands on any technology that can be scanned or taken'. Yet when Lieutenant Shrekt asked about that, you replied that 'no technology will be stolen'. Does that mean we will be taking covert scans of their technology to pass back to SFI? Essentially spying on them and stealing information if not the actual technology?" (Posted by Liz) === (USS Dennison - Briefing Room - Commander Trevan West, 0630) "Excuse me, Commander, but I find myself a little confused here. You stated during your briefing that 'your sources at Intelligence have indicated to you that in addition to the Dennison's mission to seek out the Maltorians, they also want their hands on any technology that can be scanned or taken'. Yet when Lieutenant Shrekt asked about that, you replied that 'no technology will be stolen'. Does that mean we will be taking covert scans of their technology to pass back to SFI? Essentially spying on them and stealing information if not the actual technology?" Trevan was confused for a moment and then realized his error, "My apologies, we will NOT be taking any scans covertly of anything on this mission. Again it is not my intention to steal anything from these people Ensign," he said ~what is it with people against Intelligence~ he thought, "If the possibility exists to examine their technology, we will do so only with the permission from the sitting government." he replied to the Ensign. Trevan then addressed the room at large sensing some lingering doubts about his statements, "This is a mission directly from Starfleet Science. Lt. Bracken will be taking the lead on this. Intelligence has only been involved in decoding the message thus far. I know how Intel rubs people the wrong way, and if you have any comments regarding my position as Intel on this ship or mission, please feel free to ask me in private." (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) === (USS Dennison - Briefing Room - ATac Ensign (jg) Ben Soma- 0632) Ben listened intently as the information was being delivered. When the floor had been opened to questions Commander West was hit with some hard inquieries, Ben did not eny the commanders position at this moment. It seemed that most thought that SFI had their hand in the mission and was looking to steal whatever they could from the Maltronians. The commander was trying his best to convince the others that the mission was not from SFI. Then Commander West made a statement that almost brought a smile to Ben's face, "This is a mission directly from Starfleet Science. Lt. Bracken will be taking the lead on this. Intelligence has only been involved in decoding the message thus far. I know how Intel rubs people the wrong way, and if you have any comments regarding my position as Intel on this ship or mission, please feel free to ask me in private." Commander West said. Ben wondered what reactions the statement would cause, if any. (posted by Milo Young) === (USS Dennison - Briefing Room - Ensign Chance Raschen, 0632.5) Trevan then addressed the room at large sensing some lingering doubts about his statements, "This is a mission directly from Starfleet Science. Lt. Bracken will be taking the lead on this. Intelligence has only been involved in decoding the message thus far. I know how Intel rubs people the wrong way, and if you have any comments regarding my position as Intel on this ship or mission, please feel free to ask me in private." Raschen tapped his PADD with one thumb while he raised his hand and asked "Sir, is there anything in here about their history?" (Reply West) "I'm sorry sir, let me restate the question. Is there anything in here about what motivated folks to make the decisions, or do the things, they did troughout their history?" (Reply West) === (U.S.S. Dennison - Briefing Room - CO - Captain Archibald Stakes - 0633) "GENTLEMEN!" Archibald's voice suddenly boomed. "This is a Star Fleet vessel! On a Star Fleet mission. And we follow Star Fleet Rules and Star Fleet Regulations! Is there anyone in this room that doubts that I will not enforce them?" Archibald's eyes shot around the room, targeting every officer individually. (Posted by Adrie Geuken) === (U.S.S. Dennison - Briefing Room - CMO - Dr Nymes - 0634) Nymes had flicked straight to the Medical briefing - or what passed for it - after West had told him of its existence; and had been engrossed in the contents of the PADD, aware that the briefing continued, but also aware that any further questions should be raised during this briefing. It was in that regard that he registered that the next question had been more directed at the fact SFI were involved rather than the substance of the mission, which, given their involvement probably was more murky that Nymes was happy to consider; it had been a past life in which he had had the inclination to join that group of people, and given that the consequences had cost him his current career, it was not one of the branches of the fleet he would be happy to deal with again. Medicine was his field now, and he was happy in it. "GENTLEMEN!" Archibald's voice suddenly boomed. "This is a Star Fleet vessel! On a Star Fleet mission. And we follow Star Fleet Rules and Star Fleet Regulations! Is there anyone in this room that doubts that I will not enforce them?" Nymes considered that his question had been mission specific and valid, and he was confident enough to know that he wasn't at fault; but smart enough to know it really didn't matter what had just happened, just the fact that the Captain thought he needed to step in was rebuke enough. Looking around, he watched for the responses of the staff. (Posted by GC) === (U.S.S. Dennison - Briefing Room - Ops Ensign Chance Raschen- 0634.5) "GENTLEMEN!" Archibald's voice suddenly boomed "This is a Star Fleet vessel! On a Star Fleet mission. And we follow Star Fleet Rules and Star Fleet Regulations! Is there anyone in this room that doubts that I will not enforce them?" When the skippers eyes rested on Chance, he calmly shook his head and simply said "No doubts here sir." (Posted by Charlie) === (USS Dennison - Briefing Room -Commander Trevan West, 0634.75) Raschen tapped his PADD with one thumb while he raised his hand and asked "Sir, is there anything in here about their history?" "Depends on the history you are talking about." he replied but could see Chance wanting to ask another question. "I'm sorry sir, let me restate the question. Is there anything in here about what motivated folks to make the decisions, or do the things, they did throughout their history?" "There is some, but most of it is still being decoded. I know it's not much to go on Ensign, but we have to make do with what we have at the moment. Intel seems to be sending regular updates so, when I get some more I will give it to Captain Stakes, and Lt Bracken will make sure to get you the information you need," he said adding, "From the limited information we have and this is dating back about ninety years or so, fear, was the main reason for some of the decisions made, not all, but some of them. The remaining bits that we have from about a hundred and sixty years ago when contact was first made, the choices seem to have been made based on their own understanding of mathematics and statistics and how it all relates into the good of the people, for what it's worth." replied Trevan. (posted by Kerry Fletcher) === (USS Dennison- Briefing Room- ATac Ensign Ben Soma- 0635) "GENTLEMEN!" Captain Stakes voice exploded throuhout the room. "This is a Star Fleet vessel! On a Star Fleet mission. And we follow Star Fleet Rules and Star Fleet Regulations! Is there anyone in this room that doubts that I will not enforce them?" Ben's smile that had begun to form quickly faded at the captain's outburst. The meeting had seemed to take on a more personal note before the captain brought order back to his subordinates. It seemed to Ben that a few officers were uncertain as to where Commander West's loyalties laid. Ben sat ramrod straight as Captain Stakes fixed him with an icy look. ~ This captain ain't gonna put up with any bu**s**t from anyone~ Ben thought.~ Best if I keep my mouth shut at this point in time~ (posted by Milo Young) === (U.S.S. Dennison - Briefing Room - OPS Officer - Ensign Cattia Spero - 0636) "My apologies, we will NOT be taking any scans covertly of anything on this mission. Again it is not my intention to steal anything from these people Ensign. If the possibility exists to examine their technology, we will do so only with the permission from the sitting government." "Thank you for the clarification, Sir," Kit replied politely. ~So why the hush-hush 'intel' briefing? Ah but not for us to question SFI.~ That was a lesson she had learned under the Doenitz regime, more fool her for thinking things had changed then. West then addressed the whole room. "This is a mission directly from Starfleet Science. Lt. Bracken will be taking the lead on this. Intelligence has only been involved in decoding the message thus far. I know how Intel rubs people the wrong way, and if you have any comments regarding my position as Intel on this ship or mission, please feel free to ask me in private." ~Right. Like I'm going to tell the resident spook I think his loyalties are split at best. Do I have STUPID stamped on my forehead?~ Kit thought, keeping her face neutral and nodding politely as though she agreed. "GENTLEMEN!" the Captain suddenly boomed, making Kit jump slightly. "This is a Starfleet vessel! On a Starfleet mission. And we follow Starfleet Rules and Starfleet Regulations! Is there anyone in this room that doubts that I will not enforce them?" "No Sir," Kit responded quietly when his eyes rested on her. She was reassured suddenly as she felt the certainty and rectitude flowing from him. If anyone could throw a rub in the way of SFI, she was pretty sure it would be Captain Stakes. Perhaps things *were* different now. In a *good* way. (Posted by Liz) === (USS Dennison - Briefing Room -Ensign Chance Raschen, 0636.5) "There is some, but most of it is still being decoded. I know it's not much to go on Ensign, but we have to make do with what we have at the moment. Intel seems to be sending regular updates so, when I get some more I will give it to Captain Stakes, and Lt Bracken will make sure to get you the information you need," West said, then adding, "From the limited information we have and this is dating back about ninety years or so, fear, was the main reason for some of the decisions made, not all, but some of them. The remaining bits that we have from about a hundred and sixty years ago when contact was first made, the choices seem to have been made based on their own understanding of mathematics and statistics and how it all relates into the good of the people, for what it's worth." Chance figured that was probably as good an answer as any he could have expected. "Thank you sir" was all he said as he contemplated if he should even be in the briefing after asking for a transfer the night before. (posted by Charlie) === (USS Dennison - Briefing Room - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 0637) The response Shrekt received to her questions were in equal measures puzzling and frustrating. She wanted to ask more, but others had their own queries. She decided to wait and mull over the answers given to her, while the others took their bite from the apple. Apparently the questions had taken a turn that the captain did not find acceptable. Shrekt wondered though how the thoughts that were being spoken could not be running through the head of every officer at the table. The civil war was too fresh in everyone's mind. Having served on the losing side, she wondered how her fellow officers would react to her. But so far she had kept to herself. But the thought gnawed at her. ~Who's running this show?~ she wondered. Quite unexpectedly the captain had erupted with a statement that left no one at the table questioning who was in charge on this ship. SFI might have a representative here, but it was Stakes who commanded. Shrekt could appreciate it, though it did not calm the sense of uneasiness she felt during the briefing. Stakes eyes raked across the room meeting each individual's eyes to impress upon them the seriousness of his comment. When he came to Shrekt, she merely nodded to show ascent. She would keep her comments to herself for the time being. But she would keep a watchful eye on the commander and the crew in general for any other more covert agents of SFI. As the meeting continued, Shrekt waited for an opening to ask another question. "Sir, I understand that we don't have any intention of having an altercation with the Maltorians. However, what we want and what actually happens isn't always the same. I prefer to be prepared for the worst and hope for the best. Perhaps there is a way for us to warp out before getting hit? Discretion is the better part of valor." suggested Shrekt. (Reply West) "Do we know anything about the Maltorians' personal arms? Are they comparable to our phasers?" askd Shrekt. (Reply West) When the meeting had wrapped up, Shrekt approached Sanok and Soma. "Ensigns" she said, addressing the pair, "I am Lieutenant Shrekt and I have been assigned as the Chief of Security on the Dennison. I would like to meet with the two of you at 0800 in my office." (Reply Sanok, Soma) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) === (USS Dennison - Briefing Room - CO - Captain Archibald Stakes - 0640) Having finished his look around, Archibald nodded. "I am thankful for the assistance that Star Fleet Intelligence has provided Star Fleet Science. But whilst they continue to assist us, we will pick it up and do our duty. Star Fleet Intelligence may or may not have ulterior motives. But we do not. And I have confidence in Commander West and Lieutenant Bracken's abilities to guide us through this mire of conflicting information. We *will* have our work cut out for us but I am confident that this ship, this crew will do their utmost to ensure the mission will be completed successfully as requested by Star Fleet Science. Commander West, please continue." Archibald leant visibly back, having said what he needed to say. He had not given the Commander a full endorsement because he felt that that might have been picked up as Archibald not trusting his XO. He may have been miffed when he realised that the acting 2O had had received information that had not been made available to him, but Trevan's assurance that he would be kept in the loop at all times was enough for him. (Posted by Adrie Geuken) === (USS Dennison- Briefing Room- ATac Ensign (jg) Ben Soma- 0642) Ben listened as everyone acknowledged Captain Stakes, the meeting was then back in order. More questions were asked and Ben absorbed the information as he looked over what was contained in the PADD. He paused at the information regarding the Maltronian's weapon information. He wondered what would happen if the Dennison were to take a hit from the matter/antimatter weapons, would she survive a hit only to be left adrift or would she be destroyed. Either scenario was bad and did not sit well with Ben. The missions purpose had been reiterated a few times but Ben still felt there were a few people around the table that had thier doubts. If Captain Stakes and Commander West said there would be no stealing then Ben would do his part to see that those orders were followed. As the briefing ended and the officers began to leave a Lieutanant approached Ben and Ensign Sonak. "Ensigns" she said, addressing the pair, "I am Lieutenant Shrekt and I have been assigned as the Chief of Security on the Dennison. I would like to meet with the two of you at 0800 in my office." " Of course, Sir." Ben replied. ( posted by Milo Young) === (USS Dennison - Sickbay - Ensign Mia Simmons & Doctor Nymes - 0730) Having gotten cleared by the counselling department, Mia decided she may as well invade Sickbay before the CMO started sending her threatening memos. It wasn't that she didn't like doctors, it was just they always seemed to want to guinea pig her and ask her ten thousand questions about her physiology. *She* wasn't a scientist, she knew what she needed to stay healthy and little more. If they wanted to study the genetic changes to the human base, they could read the journals or visit Aquadria. She stepped into sickbay and could smell the faint smell of .. well, sickbay. She was glad she a lot less sensitive senses of taste and smell than her Terran cousins, the faint remnants were bad enough. She waited for one of the people in blue to notice her. She greeted the enlisted personnel with a smile, "I'm looking to get my physical done?" The man nodded, "If you have a seat on that biobed over there, I'll get a doctor for you." He headed towards the office while Mia headed to a bio bed. Nymes had been working in his office, grabbing as much of a break as he could, before looking at the time and sighing; His meeting with the new captain was due to start in about half an hour, and he was not going to be late. "Doctor Nymes?" One of the nurses called him from outside, it looked to be Diane Duande's mentee, a capable man, but one still woodenly following prescribed procedure, shackled by inexperience and regulation. In way of answering, the trill walked out of the office onto the "shop floor" of sickbay, and saw the reason he had been summoned; a red-collared young woman was sitting on a biobed, her feet swinging in midair. "I'm Doctor Nymes," he said kindly and by way of introduction. "I'm the CMO of the Dennison, Ensign?" "Hello Doctor, I'm Ensign Mia Simmons." She then decided she'd cut a bit of the reel in, "Aquadrian." "Nice to meet you. You are one of the new staff, I would have remembered if we had a Aquadrian on board." Nymes continued, before asking the generic questions. "Do you have your transfer orders PADD?" "Uh, no." In fact, she wasn't quite sure she'd actually SEEN her orders, Esme had taken care of it all. Probably after that whole being shanghaied problem she didn't trust Mia to get it right on her own. "Good/Never mind. I just have a few questions anyway." Nymes' tone was professional, but caring. It said something about his personality that despite the 30 minutes sleep, despite the fight for his patient's survival on the Starbase, that he found solace in just talking to a patient, relishing the unknown answers to the same questions... even the simple ones like what is your name. "Computer, Lights down 40%" Nymes said, before continuing, knowing from previous experiences - from his first host - that the Aquadarian was uniquely sensitive to bright light, and building rapport at the same time. "So your name is...?" Nymes trailed off, asking the question without asking. "Miandra Simmons," she replied, blinking as her contacts tried to adjust to the new light levels. She figured the doctor wanted her full and proper name for his records. Nymes nodded, noting the name in his memory, and on the PADD. "Do you have any medical conditions or unique needs that I should know about?" "Besides sensitory suppressants, access to salt water regularly and a mild intolerance to dairy, replicated or otherwise, I think I'm perfectly healthy." She was wondering if her medical records had yet to catch up from the Boudicca. On the other hand, it wasn't like the man had exactly had a chance to pull them up. "Could you tell me a bit more about the suppressants, please?" Nymes asked, curious in the absence of records. "And who was your previous Doctor?" "Uhm." She paused, "Well, Doctor .." she paused. "Well, I know there was a Doctor Gates on the Boudicca, but I don't think I ever saw her. Previous to that it would have been Doctor Zeryom at the Academy, I guess. The suppressants are to nullify the nerve receptors on my hair roots that help me navigate underwater. I can't say I understand the fiddly details, but I can bring you by a sample of my medication to identify if you can't get Starfleet to cough up my records." Nymes nodded, "That would be incredibly helpful, ensign... thank you." He shrugged after tapping in commands into a PADD, "Well, those are the questions I need to ask. All that remains is the bioscan, so if you would just lie back on the bed, and I'll start the scans." Mia easily swung her legs up and lay down on the biobed. Tides, the thing was as hard as bedrock. She found already feel her back starting to protest. When she'd complained at the Academy the doctor had given her a hairy look and told her if she wanted a bed they couldn't perform surgery, CPR and other medical emergencies on, that was her choice, but she wouldn't like the eventual outcome. Doctors could be so snarky. At least Doctor Nymes seemed cheerful enough. Mia smiled as she sat back up, "Happy to hear I'm still healthy. I had the choicest submerged quarters on the Boudicca, Esme , er, Yeoman Stakes, said she isn't sure what she can get me here, but as long as it has a tub, I'm sure I'll survive." Anything but sponge baths! Nymes nodded, her humour infectious to the trill. "We'll see what we can do." (Posted by Greg Cox and Lorna Appleby) === (USS Dennison - Ready Room - CO - Captain Archibald Stakes - 08:06) "For services during the final battles, sir, like you. And for services to the ship and crew, saving the lives of the command staff during the holodeck fiasco. As for the reasons, I am in the dark surrounding the exact circumstances, sir." Archibald nodded. ~Wasn't that almost always the case with decorations?~ He quite clearly remembered himself receiving the Star Fleet Shield. It was weird, seeing all those envying eyes surrounding you and you yourself thinking: ~Why? I just did my duty, as all the ones that were around me.~ Archibald shook his head to clear it. The past was the past and could not be changed anymore. ~Move on.~ "It seems that the Counsellor is quite anxious to see you," Archibald picked up the thread. "It may be of use to you. Go and see him. In fact, why don't you go and see him now? We're done here, Doctor. Unless you have a last question?" (Reply Lewis, iyw) Archibald nodded. "In that case, you may leave Ensign. Oh, but Doctor? Next time, respond to the call." (posted by Adrie Geuken) === (USS Dennison – Bridge – 2L Leola Bracken -0858) Leola strode gently across the bridge. The mornings meeting had proved interesting. She knew how Fleet Intel worked. Even if Fleet Science had been originally in charge, she knew the smell of Intel interference. The changing flavour of the mission was testament to that. What had begun as a contact mission was now little more than a ‘smash and grab’. To Leola, who had spent most of her career under Intels wing, this was no surprise, she didn’t have to like it though. She reached the door to the ready room, and hit the doorchime, and upon hearing permission, entered the office, strode across the floor, and saluted the man behind the desk. “Second Lieutenant Leola Bracken reporting as requested Captain.” (Posted By Mark) === (USS Dennison - Ready Room - CO - Captain Archibald Stakes - 13:47) Having installed himself on his chair to read an entertaining progress report, Archibald was about to wave Esme out, as she had requested leave to spend some time with her mother on the star base. And since there was little official duty at the time, Archibald had relented, which may have been caused by him waking her up at 5 to get to the meeting with him. =/\= Captain, this is Doctor Nymes. I am informing you that Sickbay is ready to conduct the staff's mandatory physical examinations, including you and your staff, at your convenience. =/\= Archibald regarded his desk comm station for a few seconds then looked up at Esme, his eyes conveying one message. "Duty first". Disregarding her look, Archibald tapped the reply button on his system. "We will be there shortly, Doctor," he responded, "Yeoman Stakes and myself. Stakes out." With accustomed practice he raised his hand before Esme could utter a word. "It won't take long," he said. "And we have to follow procedural requirements. Might as well do them now and get it over with." As he got up from his chair, he regarded his daughter for a second. "What do you think of the starbase medical team?" he suddenly asked. "Huh? What? Why?" Esme responded baffled by the unexpected question. Archibald looked past her. "I don't know. I'm concerned about William's health. He doesn't seem to improve." Esme's face fell at the name of her brother as it made her remember his frail constitution after having been rescued from the clutches of Doenitz followers. "He's been through a lot," she said, looking at her father. "And they did say that it would take time. Time and rest." "Yes," Archibald responded. "Which is what they always say when they don't have a clue. Give him time, give him rest, give him plenty of fluids. He has had time, he has had rest and he still looks as white as a ghost and can't even walk more than just a few steps, even weeks after having been rescued. And so far he has only seen medics attending to him. Well, attending, they came in, had a look and went out again." "Well," Esme said, "You know the CMO of this ship, don't you? Why don't you ask him to take a look at Bill?" "I can't," Archibald responded with a sigh. "Bill is not Star Fleet personnel at the moment and it would be improper for me to ask a personal favour of one of my staff." Esme was about to say that people would understand, Bill being his son. But she didn't. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he couldn't. He simply could not do that. He could not ask for a personal favour. It was wrong. It was improper. And therefore he couldn't. Suddenly her eyes grew wide as it suddenly clicked. "You want *me* ...?" she started but then fell silent. ~The crafty bas..~ she started to think but he almost immediately veered up. "Oh, would you?" he asked and she met his gaze and suddenly saw hidden in his eyes his hurt, his anger, his fear for a moment. But when he blinked his eyes, they came back showing their usual rigid ruggedness. Esme swallowed. This was the first time that she had seen anything but strength in those eyes, a line, a target, a destiny. For just a blink of a second, she had been able to see right into his soul. "I'll ask him," she said almost silently. She saw him nod, then saw the slimmest of twitches around his mouth. "Mum's worried about Bill too," she said. Again Archibald nodded. "I know. I can see it in her eyes," Archibald admitted. ~We all can,~ Esme thought. ~But now I can see it in you too.~ (USS Dennison - Deck 10 - Sickbay - CO - Captain Archibald Stakes - 1355) Archibald and Esme walked both into Sickbay and headed straight for the CMO's Office. "Doctor," Archibald said, " We have come for our examination." "Can I go first?" Esme suddenly pipped up, landing her a look from Archibald, who regarded her for a second and then considered that as they now both were classed as temporary patients, rank distinctions did not matter. So he nodded. "Yes," he said with the slightest of sighs, "you can go first." (posted by Adrie Geuken) === (SFM Neurosurgical Centre of Excellence, Palm Springs, CR&MO Commodore Falkirk, 1410) Falkirk was bristling with rage, his mustache quivering at the report he had been handed by Dr Salek, and he was oblivious of the emotion he was showing as the vulcan presented him with the news. "And you only just found this out, Doctor?" The Vulcan raised an eyebrow, as only he could. "Of course, sir. Based on the research projections, intra-osteal reactions would occur within 4 months of transplantation, leaving the subject unable to function unless a further operation was carried out. ~^&*%~ Falkirk thought, his rage finally controlled into his thoughts. ~And we tested it out on a man already.~ "Understood, Dr Salek. Dismissed." Falkirk turned to his comm-display on his desk, tapping a control he opened a channel to his unsuspecting yeoman. "Briggs! Open a secure channel to CMO Dennison, Priority One." =/\..y...y...yes... sir. Rrright awawaway! =/\= Falkirk drummed his fingers on the desk waiting for the SFM/PS logo to wink out and be replaced with the USS Dennison's insignia... =/\=... Established, s..si..sir. =/\= "Lieutenant... forgive me, ENSIGN, Nymes... Commodore Falkirk, SFM Palm Springs. I have urgent orders for yourself and your department. You are to reassess Commander Eric McDermmott as a matter of urgency; he is to be medically transferred directly to this facility for further surgery." =/\= Sir, may I ask why? =/\= The Trill was visibly taken aback, but his impertinence ended with that question. Falkirk may have been embarrassed by the proceedings, but it was a valid query. "Further research has shown that his surgical implants may cause more medical problems than good. We believe that they re viable for 4 months in all our test subjects. As it takes two weeks at best to get back..." =/\= The Commander has been out of PS for Six months, sir... =/\= "And I am aware of that fact, ensign. Do not let me repeat our prior chat about chain of command, and listen. I understand the Dennison is shipping out soon, before you would have time to undertake this transfer yourself. Therefore you must choose someone from the starbase staff to perform the subspace river transfer; The degradation of the implants will be at an advanced stage, and may lead to a toxicosis and sepsis. Worst case scenario full anaphylaxis to the breakdown products after T-cell activation by free radicals. Our research suggests he will have acute psychosis during this period, and may not be aware of anything real but pain, and resist attempts to help him." =/\= Understood, sir. Nymes out. =/\= Falkirk nodded as the screen winked out, perhaps Nymes was learning after all; he recognised the seriousness of the situation, and had just put the comm down to a man several galaxies away from him in rank. "Briggs! Urgent team review of mineral Osteal retrografting now. All the names on the original log to be here in my office in 2 hours. No one walks away from this mess without it on record." =/\= Ye...ye.yess si si sir! =/\= (posted by GC) === (USS Dennison - Sickbay - CMO Dr Nymes - 1411) Nymes returned from his time in his office, seeing the Captain still waiting to be released from his scan. The machine beeped slowly, indicating it was still in progress. "Computer, Locate Commander McDermott." [...Commander McDermott is in his Office...] "Is anyone else present in the room?" [...Negative...] "Computer, lock doors, authorisation Chief Medical Officer, Nymes Delta Four Zero. Nymes to Security; Meet me at the first officers quarters, priority one. Nymes out." Nymes tapped the control at the side of the bed as the scan whistled its completion. "Medical Emergency" Nymes said to the Captain, as if it was a full explanation. "Please follow me to the FO's office, sir." (reply Stakes) Nymes wasted no time, calling the medical emergency into the computer as he collected his first aid kit and broke into a run towards the office. Duty Sickbay staff looked on, shocked, but collected at the actions, and prepared Sickbay for the arrival of the casualty. (reply any in Sickbay at the time, 1412) (USS Dennison - FO Office - CMO Lewis Nymes - 1414) "Computer, Medical override lock. Nymes Delta Four Zero." [... Door unlocked...] "What do you think you are doing, Nymes?!" McDermott started, as the door opened, " A prisoner in my own office?" "Acting on orders and Medical perogative, sir." Nymes said, maintaining a wary eye as the Security personnel took up station either side of the doctor. (USS Dennison - FO Office - CMO Dr Nymes - 1416) The whine of the tricorder satellite was all that sounded in the office, as Nymes completed the scan. "Well?" Eric seemingly demanded, his mood more labile, his anxiety raising. "We got here in time," Nymes said, visibly relieved. "I am sure that within two hours you would be unable to walk and delusional regarding your surroundings, sir. Your surgery was experimental at best, and has, I am afraid to say, failed to be maintained by your body. Instead your immune system is destroying it, and also your healthy bones too. I need you to come to the shuttlebay for immediate transfer to Earth and Palm Springs, under sedation." "... I could die? I thought it was just post operative pain!" McDermott didnt seem convinced. (reply Stakes iyw) Nymes sighed. "Two weeks to get back...Its serious sir. And I must relieve you of your duty, and place you under the supervision of the medical services." McDermott looked up to his Captain's face, aware that he had no choices, the pain excuicating in his legs, now spread into his arms as well. "Very Well, doctor." he said, nodding. "Make sure I get there." Nymes pressed the hypospray into his neck, jettisoning the drug into his bloodstream, and lay the man on the stretcher the security guards had hidden outside of the commander's sight, in the corridor. "I'll do my best." Two weeks would be a long time, and Nymes was needed on the Dennison. It was all he could say. (posted by GC) === (USS Dennison - Quartermaster's Office - Bar Manager Mei Ling Hikaru - 1700) "But you have hydroponics facilities at least?" Mei Ling asked. She had been aboard the ship less than two hours, had left Tommy to amuse himself in her quarters (rather against her better judgement but then again, Tommy wreaking havoc in her quarters was one thing, wreaking havoc abroad in an unknown ship was another) and was now trying to find out why there was such a lack of fresh produce on the ship. "Yes there are several hydroponics labs on Deck 11," Chief Andrews replied. Mei Ling's eyebrows rose. "Hydroponics *labs*? You have," she checked her PADD, "1400 people aboard this ship and you have 'several hydroponics labs'? You should have," here a quick mental calculation, "at least two, preferably three hydroponics *bays*." "Look, Ms Hikaru, I didn't *design* the ship, I didn't *build* the ship and I sure as he-ck didn't *equip* the ship. I just allocate resources. I obtain what's necessary and I distribute it." Mei Ling smiled. "I was hoping you'd get to that, Chief. Until I can get something sorted out to give us a proper amount of fresh food, I'd be grateful if you would ensure that the items on this list are delivered to whichever of the cargo bays is allocated to Ten Forward for bulk storage." He took the PADD and glanced at it. His eyes bulged slightly as he thumbed through a page or two, and then he looked back at Mei Ling. "I can't get all this!" he said, shocked. "Not without authority." "You have mine," Mei Ling pointed out. "As Bar Manager of Ten Forward." He shook his head. "Ol' Ballbuster'd have my hide for that. He would indeed. No can do, Ms Hikaru. Not without appropriate authority." Mei Ling had no idea who 'Ol' Ballbuster' was but she assumed it would be one of the senior officers. "And whose authority would be considered 'appropriate' ?" she asked. Andrews considered. "For this much stuff?" he said, shaking his head again. "The Old Man, I suppose." Mei Ling, recognising the universal term for the Captain, nodded. "Are you sure you need all this?" the quartermaster enquired. "I could do you a few cases of-" "Chief Andrews, I not only need all this, I need a lot more. This is just the start," Mei Ling advised him with a smile. "But I know who to ask now." (USS Dennison - Yeoman's Office - Bar Manager Mei Ling Hikaru - 1720) Mei Ling was pleased to see Esme sitting at her desk, and walked over to the young woman. "Hello, Yeoman Stakes," she said with a smile. "Good to see you again. I'm sorry to disturb you, but would it be possible for me to see the Captain? It doesn't have to be right now," she added. "I know he must be very busy but I need some authorisations from him." (Posted by Liz) === (USS Dennison - Ten Forward - Bar Manager Mei Ling Hikaru - 2045) Mei Ling walked into Ten Forward, intent on giving the chef a piece of her mind having heard several unfavourable comments about the so-called dish of the day that evening. They were docked at Geneva, there was *no* excuse for using replicated ingredients! As she entered, Tommy Tucker's paw firmly held in her hand, she almost collided with two people on their way out. "I'm so sorry," she began, then took a closer look at the tall commander in front of her. "TREVAN!" she exclaimed, pleased to see him again. She'd first known him as a raw ensign out of the Academy, way back when the Boudicca had first launched. He'd been the ACEO then, and later he'd returned to the Boudicca as the FO for a while. And now here he was on the Dennison. (reply Trevan) "I left the Boudicca," she said. "Not without some heart-searching but I can see that I'm needed here. If you don't mind my saying so," she added hastily. This ship had after all been Trevan's base for a while now. (reply Trevan) "Oh and Mia too! I had no idea I'd be meeting so many people I knew!" Mei Ling was happy to see the Aquadrian again, even though they had only met once or twice. "I still have that list of dietary needs for you that Esme gave me. I'll make sure they are available to you if you choose to eat here." (reply Mia) (Posted by Liz) === (USS Dennison - Ten Forward - Commander Trevan West- 2046) "I'm so sorry," she began, then took a closer look at the tall commander in front of her. "TREVAN!" she exclaimed, pleased to see him again. She'd first known him as a raw ensign out of the Academy, way back when the Boudicca had first launched. He'd been the ACEO then, and later he'd returned to the Boudicca as the FO for a while. And now here he was on the Dennison. It took Trevan a moment to place the face, and then it came to him, "Mei Ling?! Oh my god, what are you doing here!" he asked, totally shocked to see her on the Dennison of all places. "I left the Boudicca," she said. "Not without some heart-searching but I can see that I'm needed here. If you don't mind my saying so," she added hastily. This ship had after all been Trevan's base for a while now. Trevan shook his head, "No, I don't mind. Frankly this place has needed a person like you around here. Now, at least I can get some fresh food. I still miss those meals you made me when I was a young Ensign unsure of his place in the Fleet," he said, "and you should remember Miss Simmons no?" he added. "Oh and Mia too! I had no idea I'd be meeting so many people I knew!" Mei Ling was happy to see the Aquadrian again, even though they had only met once or twice. "I still have that list of dietary needs for you that Esme gave me. I'll make sure they are available to you if you choose to eat here." (Posted by Kerry Fletcher) ******************************************************************** Th.th.th.th.th.th.th.th.that's all, Folks!