NRPG: Compile Index: Day: 194 (Starbase Geneva Deck 82 Quarters CMO Nymes and CSO/2O Bracken - 1127) Stardate: 2408.02.19 (Starbase Geneva - Deck 23, Promenade, Arcadium Extradomum - Maragu - 1030) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 23, Promenade, Arcadium Extradomum ACEO Lanista 1031) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 25, Promenade, ATac Ensign (jg) Sanok, 1324) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 25, Promenade, Ensign jg Sanok, 1355) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 62, TAC/SC's office - ATac Ensign (jg) Ben Soma - 1403) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 62, TAC/SC's office - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 1420) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 62, Security Center - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 1425) (Starbase Geneva, Unknown Location, Ensign jg Sanok, 1430) (Starbase Geneva Deck 75 - Drydock A-ops Ensign (jg) Jefferies - 1740) Stardate: 2408.02.20 (Starbase Geneva Deck 25, Promenade, Restaurant Le Chat Noir - Lt (sg) Donald Johnson - 2025) (Starbase Geneva Deck 25, Promenade, Restaurant Le Chat Noir - ACEO Lanista 2026) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir AACEO Lanista 2029) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir ACEO Lanista 2100) Stardate: 2408.02.21 (USS Mithrandir - Bridge - OO Crewman Montro - 1335) (USS Mithrandir - Bridge - CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 1337) (USS Mithrandir - Bridge - FO Commander Olorin Okita and OO Crewman Montro - 1340) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 73, docking pylons Security officer Ensign L’v’R M’nT’g - 1440) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 3,  - FO Commander Olorin Okita and OO Crewman Montro - 1450) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 3,  - CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 1452) RPG: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Stardate: Mission: Healer in the Tower Day: 194 Stardate: 2408.01.19 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Starbase Geneva Deck 82 Quarters CMO Nymes and CSO/2O Bracken  - 1127) The door opened, and a ghost stood in front of him; a ghost of a friend, and one so quickly removed in a haze of uncertainty. Silence was Nymes only response, until the apparition smiled her infectious smile, and spoke, Nymes almost willing the words to be uttered from the person standing in front of him. “So do I get a welcome back hug, or are you going to stand there like an imbecile and gawp at me?” she said. Nymes grinned, tears of relief forming at his eyes as he drew her into a hug, an embrace. “Dee...” he said, but the words he wanted to say how sorry he was that he thought that she had died, that she was never coming back, that he had abandoned her so quickly just wouldn’t come. “...” Dale’s smile faded, she was genuinely overjoyed to be stood here, Lewis was her closest friend, undoubtedly the closest that she had ever had, they had graduated and been posted to Dennison within days of each other, and had become fast friends, from raw and still green Ensigns trying to find their feet, to what they were now, both heads of their respective departments, and herself Second Officer, a lot of things had changed, their friendship had not been one of those things. “Smile you silly bugger, you’ll have me in tears.” And that was all it took to get the trill to smile again, beaming back at his friend, happy in her return. Dale released him from the embrace, “mind if I sit? I’m beat, I’ve been on a shuttle for 24 hours, didn’t sleep a wink in 30 hours or more.” “And I’m sure you won’t tell me where you were, or why you disappeared.” “I wish I could, but I get the feeling that it’ll cause a whole heap of trouble, Skipper has been ordered not to question me either.” Nymes offered Dee the desk’s chair, and sat on his bed, back to the wall, relaxing into a more convivial atmosphere, the surprise over. “Commander Falkirk dropped by, Dee.” Dale looked up, startled “Falkirk? Now that’s a familiar name, and one that concerns our missing security buddy.” “Yeah, that’s the one, Intel and Medicine. The one I had the hassle with when Ash was injured.” “House call or something more sinister?” Dale got up from the chair, and made her way to the replicator, she motioned silently to Lewis, asking in a gesture if he minded her helping herself, and secondly if he wanted anything. “Debrief. Nice of Intel to send a “friendly” face. Trillian tea, please Dee.” He smiled as she replicated the mug and passed it to him, sipping the piping hot contents before continuing. “Seems to consider me a useful asset to Intel now, instead of being shocked to the core by my very existence. “ Dale took the two drinks from the replicator, and hand Lewis’ to him, “now that’s interesting,” she continued, sitting down once more, slouching into the chair. “My mother is constantly saying, so am I for that matter, ‘the oh so murky world of Intel’. I wonder what her really wanted? Seems to have got it anyway. “Well, we’ll never know. The Dennison is gone at least for now. I need to return for some affects in Sickbay before its completely stripped down; the CMO office glass will be coming with me.” Nymes said, referring to the soot-stained, cracked pane of frosted glass that was the only reminder from the complete destruction of Sickbay before Stakes took over as Captain. “Though I guess I may be moved to Starbase Sickbay, or planetside.” She nodded, remembering the event that had all but destroyed the entire facility. “Perhaps, that said if a ship comes in looking for a new crew tomorrow then it’ll be back aboard that. Remember that this is a post war game, there’s going to be a whole load of diplomatic missions and the like, try and patch up Starfleet? That being the case we’re going to need all the best medics on the ships, not planetside.” “Sounds like you’ve got some info that the ensigns don’t have, Dee.” He said. “We moving soon?” She shrugged impassively, “Truly I’ve no idea, I’ll tell you as soon as I know...If I can.” “Thanks, Dee. There’s a party soon, I think. Esme captain Stakes’ Daughter...I think it’s her birthday coming up; I seem to remember something about that in her file. No doubt Ele wants the minstrels to get together for something; should be fun! You’d be going, right?” Dale smiled, “Yeah, I think that I will, I’m not really one for dancing and all, but a few drinks and some good conversation will be nice.” She looked up at the chronometer, and shook her head slightly as she stood up, I’d better head off, and go tell my mother that I’m back and well. Catch you later?” Nymes nodded; “Of course.” Dale nodded and smiled again, patting Lewis on the shoulder as she passed him, before turning toward the door. (reply none) (posted by GC&MH) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mission: Interlude Stardate: 2408.02.19 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Starbase Geneva - Deck 23, Promenade, Arcadium Extradomum - Maragu - 1030) Maragu stared up at the Klingon, her arms crossed and her foot tapping.  Clearly the blade was of a superior quality, fit for an Orion.  Why this Klingon seemed to doubt it, even needed to inspect it, was beyond her. "Namtor nash marom-lipau," the towering Klingon said in Vulcan. Maragu muttered to herself, thankful that she had gotten that new universal translator implant.  Never knew when a customer would try to cheat her by speaking in another language or pretend not to understand her.  Plus the one she had gotten from that blasted no good .... merchant didn't work until she made herself understood. A fleeting smile graced her lips, when the Klingon spoke. "How much?" it asked, putting its hand into a pocket. "What do you have for trade?" she asked, suspiciously. (reply Lanista) Maragu mulled her options.  Star Fleet officers often came into contact with interesting things.  Perhaps she could barter for a future item, that the tall one might come across.  But this one was new.  Who knew when she might get herself killed in one of those silly noble causes. ~We'll see if she lasts.  No sense taking chances.~ she thought, as she took in the savage looking officer. "Twenty darseks," she stated. (reply Lanista) (reply Lanista, Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 23, Promenade, Arcadium Extradomum ACEO Lanista 1031) "How much?" from Lanista elicited the response "What do you have for trade?" from Maragu. "Most of my trading items are in my temporary quarters, though I can arrange for Bloodwine or Romulan Ale if you're in the market for either. My father is … in the business of acquiring such things. As to what I have on me, I have a chuHwI', a Daqtagh, a ghonDoq, a ma'veq, a QIS, and a qutluch. However, it makes little sense to trade a blade for a blade. I am willing to pay in darseks." After considering the price, Maragu stated, "Twenty darseks." Lanista grumbled a bit about the high price especially for a weapon that would never serve as a weapon. But the Klingoness had had enough of Darm and his associates, and she considered the 'extra' darseks the fee to be rid of them. She paid, then took possession of the dagger and left the establishment. There was still time before the party, and still plenty of Geneva to explore. (reply None) (posted by FT) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 25, Promenade, ATac Ensign (jg) Sanok, 1324) "You are burned, so you should go to sickbay for treatment," said Sanok. "I will begin filling out my report on this incident." "I'll go get treated and catch up with you after I grab a clean uniform," Said Ben.  "Save a little fun for me." "Indeed," said Sanok, as he watched Ben head for sickbay. Turning to face the aftermath of the fire, Sanok noticed something for the first time.  The shop adjacent to The Hyperion Inn, Pics Galore, a shop where artists did sketches of people, had also had a fire.  That was fascinating, because the way starbases were built, the firewalls between shops, would prevent a fire from spreading to another shop.  There were three possibilities. The firewall had failed.  It was an amazing coincidence that two, adjacent shops, had a fire at the exact same time.  Foul play. It was clear the firewall had not failed, and Sanok did not believe in coincidences.  Something was obviously amiss. "Ensign Sanok?" Sanok turned to face the person that had addressed him. "I'm Lieutenant Commander Smith, the chief of security here on the station.  I'll be needing to speak with you and..."  He paused to read something from a PADD.  "Ensign Ben Soma.  Please get cleaned up and both of you meet me in my office at 1400 hours." "Yes, sir.  We'll be there," said Sanok. Probably routine, but then again, wouldn't a simple report have been acceptable?  Something was happening here on the base, and Sanok was ready to learn what that was.  Turning away from the scene before him, he began walking back to his temporary quarters. (Reply None) (Posted by Bob) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 25, Promenade, Ensign jg Sanok, 1355) Sanok had returned to his temporary quarters, changed his uniform, gotten cleaned up, and wrote his report of the events that had taken place on the promenade.  Leaving, before going to the base chief of security office, he went back to the Hyperion Inn.  Something was nagging at the back of his mind, and it was oddly beginning to bother him that he couldn't figure out what it was.  Standing in front of the restaurant, which was blocked off so that no one could enter, he simply stared, his hands folded behind his back. "See anything you missed before?" Sanok looked toward the voice that spoke to him.  It was a Human male, about forty or so, tall, and dressed in civilian clothes.  His hair was cut short, his sharp features and brown eyes, showing genuine inquisitiveness. "May I help you, sir?" said Sanok. The man chuckled.  "I was in the restaurant when the fire broke out.  I was lucky to be one of the first to get out.  I saw what you and your partner did.  My compliments on your bravery." "Indeed," said Sanok.  He resumed staring at the Hyperion. "I don't mean to bother you or anything.  I just wanted to tell you, that what you did was a good thing.  I'm glad we have officers like you protecting us," said the man, as he placed his hand on Sanok's shoulder. Sanok flinched ever-so-slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry!" said the man.  "I forgot Vulcans don't like to be touched.  Forgive me."  He paused for a second.  "Anyway, thanks again." He nodded and walked away. Sanok observed the man until he melted into the heavy traffic on the promenade.  Odd, he thought.  Leaving the restaurant area, Sanok walked along the promenade until he came to a turbolift. "Base security office," said Sanok.  The lift began to move.  As it made its way through the massive network of turbo shafts, Sanok began to feel a little queasy.  It was odd, since he had never become ill in a turbolift.  He began a quick meditation technique, but the feeling got worse.  He started to lose his balance, and slumped against the wall.  The lift stopped, the door slid open, and two men entered. "I beleef Im ammmm nt feellll..." Sanok tried to ask for help, but his tongue felt like it was thick and heavy.  The two men grabbed him roughly and began dragging him out of the lift.  Trying to resist, Sanok's arms dangled limply.  His vision blurred, his knees buckled, and he began to feel like he was floating. Helpless, Sanok tried to force his mind to stay focused, but just as suddenly as he began feeling ill, everything around him went dark. (Reply None) (Posted by Bob) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 62, TAC/SC's office - ATac Ensign (jg) Ben Soma - 1403) "Yes, Ensign.  Thank you for coming.  Have a seat." he said.  "I see you were not seriously injured?" Ben sat in the seat as indicated and replied, " Just a couple minor burns and some smoke inhalation. Nothing life threatening." "Good, Good."  said Smith.  "I see you have been assisting our security team during your stay.  I wanted to thank you for that, Ensign." "I was glad to help, Sir. Gave me something to occupy my time." Ben said." I was never good with idle time, always liked to stay busy." "Now, where is your partner, Mister Sanok?" wondered Smith aloud. "He said he was going to begin preparing a report about the incident." Ben answered, " Knowing Sanok, he is probably taking a last look to be sure we haven't missed anything at the scene. "I suppose, we can afford him a few minutes." said Smith. Ben thought it was strange that Sanok was late for the meeting, Vulcan's were always punctual. I was illogical to keep people waiting, something wasn’t right. The minutes ticked by and now Smith was becoming annoyed.  He looked at Lieutenant Shrekt, who seemed non-plussed. "Where is your wayward Ensign, Lieutenant?" he asked. "I have no idea, Commander." Shrekt responded.  "He is not normally tardy." Smith tapped his commbadge and said, "Smith to Sanok." There was no answer, he tried again and again with the same result. "Computer, locate Ensign Sanok." he said, sitting up. [[Ensign Sanok is on Deck 47]] "Richards," shouted Smith, as he keyed up his comm.  "Get someone down to Deck 47 and drag Ensign Sanok up here!" "I don't know what he's trying to pull," started Smith. "I'm sure he has an explanation, Commander." said Shrekt. Smith gave her a withering look. "Well, why don't we begin, while Sanok joins us." said Smith, as he turned his gaze to Soma. "So, Ensign, tell me what happened earlier?" Smith asked. Ben was worried about Sanok but he could not ignore the questions being asked. He thought back to the events before speaking, "Sanok and I were making our rounds of the Promenade, I made a statement about everything being quiet. Sanok said I had spoken too soon and gestured towards the Hyperion, when I looked smoke was pouring out of the entrance. We ran inside to see if anyone was trapped and located couple of people unable to escape without aide. When we got them outside we called for help but we couldn't reach OPS." Ben paused for a moment to be sure he wasn’t forgetting anything when the comm came to life. =/\=Richards to Smith=/\= Smith tapped his commbadge and replied, "Smith here.  Go ahead." =/\=We've found his commbadge.  But he's nowhere to be found.=/\= Smith looked up startled at the news.  He looked at both Shrekt and Soma. "Start a search, Richards.  I'll ask Lieutenant Shrekt to coordinate this effort." Smith said. =/\=Understood, Richards out=/\= "Well, it seems Mister Sanok is giving us a little mystery.  I trust Lieutenant that you can coordinate this search?  I can give you fifty men, unfortunately we have a number of security priorities at the moment.  But I shall go and make sure there are no ways off the station.  I wish I could do more.  Is that satisfactory?" Smith said. Shrekt got to her feet and nodded. "Good luck, Lieutenant.  Ensign, we shall speak again later." Smith said. "I won't be far." Ben said, hoping that he would be able to find his fellow officer. (reply Smith/Shrekt ify) (posted by Milo Young) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 62, TAC/SC's office - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 1420) Shrekt sat in silence as this drama unfolded before her.  She hadn't even known why she was there, but she answered the call when the commander requested her presence. And now Sanok was missing.  Shrekt came to her feet, as the commander turned the search for Sanok over to her. "Thank you, Commander." she said.  "Ensign, let's get going." (Starbase Geneva - Deck 62, Security Center - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 1425) "Ensign, we're going to commandeer one of these stations." she informed him, as she strode into the security center.  "Is there anyone you noticed that might help us?" she asked, as she walked up to a console. (Reply Soma) Tapping her commbadge, Shrekt said, "All Dennison security report to Station security immediately for assignment." Shrekt's fingers danced on the console accessing the station's internal sensors. "Ensign, Please inform the captain that Sanok is missing and that I am organizing a search for him." said Shrekt. There were a lot of Vulcans on the station, but he weeded them down as quickly as he could, sorting out by gender and various other bio information, as well as other SF Vulcan personnel who still possessed their commbadges. By the time she had gotten down the number of bio signs to 30, most of the security team was arriving in the briefing room. "Come on Ensign," Shrekt said as she handed him a padd with the information she had uncovered. Shrekt entered the briefing room and headed for the front and the podium. "We don't have a lot of time." Shrekt said, to the 150 officers assembled.  She pulled up the information on the viewer on the wall.  "Ensign Sanok has gone missing.  Some of station security will be assisting us, but most of them are tied up for the moment.  These are the bio signs of all the Vulcans on the station." A graphic appeared with a schematic of the station and small dots peppered throughout. "By removing those within certain parameters, we are left with thirty life signs across the station.  Ensign Soma will divide you into teams and you will search for these thirty life signs to determine which is Sanok.  I will remain here to coordinate our efforts." Shrekt said.  "Any questions?" Her eyes scanned the room, expecting none.  "Then dismissed." she said.  She turned to Soma.  "Hurry, Ensign.  Who knows what's happened to Sanok." (Reply Soma, Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) (Starbase Geneva, Unknown Location, Ensign jg Sanok, 1430) Sanok slowly opened his eyes, then shut them again, as a bright light was shining directly in his face.  Focusing his mind, he became aware that he was sitting on a hard, metal chair, with his hands tightly bound behind him.  He could hear a machine humming to his left, and he sensed the presence of several people in the room. "It's nice to see that you're awake, Ensign Sanok."  The person was using a voice synthesizer, so he could not recognize who it was, or if it was male or female. Sanok tried to see who it was, but the light was just too bright. "It was very heroic of you to run into that burning restaurant to save the people inside." The person seemed to be waiting for Sanok to reply.  It was illogical to do so, as the person would eventually get to why Sanok had been kidnapped. "We're interested in one person in particular.  The man you carried out from the back office, was the owner.  He had something that belonged to us.  You have it, so just tell it where it is, and you can go." This was illogical.  The man was unconscious.  He couldn't have given anything to Sanok. "I do not know what you mean.  I do not have this thing you want." "Yes, you do.  One of our people saw him slip it into your uniform.  Please don't make things anymore difficult for yourself than it already is.  We can keep you here as long as necessary.  That humming you hear, is a device producing a dampening field that hides our bio signs.  Your people are looking for you, but they won't find you." This was not good.  Sanok did not have whatever this item was, but these people thought he did.  If he continued to say he didn't have it, they would eventually accept this, especially since it was known that Vulcans didn't lie.  If it came to that point, it was logical to assume he would be killed.  He had to stall them long enough, so that he could be rescued. "Perhaps I do have the item after all," said Sanok.  "If you told me what it is, I may be able to assist you in retrieving it." The voice chuckled.  "I knew you would see the logic in cooperating." He emphasized the word 'logic.'  "The item is a small data crystal.  You were continually followed and tracked since the fire, so the crystal can only be in your quarters.  Unfortunately, we're not able to get in." Sanok knew creating a multilevel password to his quarters, would pay off someday. "Just tell us how to access your quarters, tell where you hid the crystal, and we'll let you go." "I do not believe you," said Sanok.  "It is logical for you to kill me, once you have the crystal." "It's also logical for you to assume we'll use some very unpleasant methods to gain the information we need.  It's your choice." "Indeed," said Sanok.  "I will let you know what I decide."  He slumped back in the chair and did not move. There was an angry sigh from the person questioning him.  "You have one minute." (Reply Any) (Posted by Bob) (Starbase Geneva Deck 75 - Drydock A-ops Ensign (jg) Jefferies - 1740) "Now tell me - did you get yourself assigned quarters yet?" Kit asked him Alex shock his head "No not yet and with all the excitement I guess I forgot to ask for any" (reply Spero) Alex had enjoyed working with Kit on the Achille, he thought that they made a good team he couldn't wait until they were assigned a new ship. He turned to look at Kit again "Well shall we go find me some quarters?" (reply Kit) (posted by Tom) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mission: Interlude Stardate: 2408.02.20 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Starbase Geneva Deck 25, Promenade, Restaurant Le Chat Noir - Lt (sg) Donald Johnson - 2025) "I find some Klingon food difficult to stomach," the apparent Klingon explained.  She drew her dark auburn hair back to reveal one of her ears. "But ghagh sits well. I haven't had any live servings though in I don't know how long." Donald was slightly startled to see that this Klingon was not a full blooded one. ~Vulcan or Romulan~ wondered as he considered the idea of a Klingon mating with either species.  ~That must be an interesting story~ "I think you'll be hard pressed to find it on most ships.  But on Geneva, there may be one or two out of the way places that might serve." Donald suggested.  "I'd be happy to show them to you." (Reply Lanista) "So how do you know Esme?" asked Donald amiably. (Reply Lanista) "I served briefly with Captain Stakes, onboard the Boudicca at the end of the war.  It's how I know a few of your crewmates." said Donald.  "It was.... quite an experience." (Reply Lanista, Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) (Starbase Geneva Deck 25, Promenade, Restaurant Le Chat Noir - ACEO Lanista 2026) "I think you'll be hard pressed to find it on most ships. But on Geneva, there may be one or two out of the way places that might serve." Donald suggested. "I'd be happy to show them to you." "Yes, that would be good," Lanista replied. "So how do you know Esme?" asked Donald. "In truth, I don't. I am only here because I was given to understand attendance was mandatory," the Klingoness explained. "I served briefly with Captain Stakes, onboard the Boudicca at the end of the war. It's how I know a few of your crewmates." said Donald. "It was.... quite an experience." "I envy you your involvement in the battles. I was in the Academy during the war, but my father served with LoDona's forces." Lanista then turned her attention back to the pending meal. "Do you have an interest in Klingon dining? Or would you intend to simply watch me eat?" (Reply Donald, any) (Posted by FT) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir AACEO Lanista 2029) While Lanista spoke with Donald, two other people at the party came to introduce themselves: Cattia "Kit" Spero and Alex Jefferies. Spero the Klingoness had read about Ops Ensign (SG), Betazoid. Lanista wondered if the telepath got any reading at all from her. Whether due to her own heritage or her failure at the Kolinahr, Lanista was a psychic null sometimes dampening out psychic energies around her. But it was never a certain thing, and it was not something Lanista could consciously control. (Response Spero) Spero was a Starfleet brat, according to her file. Despite likely both the Ops Ensign's parents and Lanista's father having been raised by people who fought on opposing sides in the Federation-Klingon War of 2372-3, Lanista hoped the telepath would be open-minded. Ops and Engineering needed to work in concert most of the time. The hybrid somewhat nervously covered her belt buckle (a war trophy from that era) with one hand. "But now seems as good a time as any. How are you settling in?" Spero asked, leaving Lanista still in doubt about whether or not the Betazoid could read her. The psychic may very well already know the answer. "Somewhat too well," Lanista answered. She looked in the direction of open space. "I'm an ensigneer," she mangled her rank and position into one word, and then took another swig of bloodwine as if that might somehow improve her ability to speak clearly. "Though Geneva has ten decks worth of Engineering, I see little point in having that much power potential if we're not to go anywhere." (Reply Spero, Jefferies, any) "Only serves to prove Starfleet likes to build things larger than they needed to be so that luxuries like soft chairs and carpeting can be installed at will. Give me something small, like a B'rel, any day!" Surrounded by humans, Lanista was somewhat missing home. Perhaps it was just the bloodwine. "But it does have some interesting things. I have been curious about an establishment called the Crazy Psi Ranch something about Earth's Ancient West, whatever that may be." (Reply Spero, Jefferies, any) As to Alex Jefferies, Lanista had never read anything about him. She concluded he must be an acquaintance of Spero's from some other ship. "Hi, I'm Ensign Alex Jefferies. As you can guess I'm new here, so I thought I'd come say hi, seeing as we're going to serving together." "Looks like I guessed wrong," Lanista corrected herself. He wasn't an officer from another vessel. He implied they'd be serving together. That offered the opportunity to ask him in what regard. "You know something about when we'll be able to leave this oversized piece of hypermodern art?" she asked, referring to the station itself. (Reply Spero, Jefferies, any) (Posted by FT) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir ACEO Lanista 2100) Bill's anxieties about the attention paid Esme were a complete mystery to Lanista. He had not voiced them to her, and she lacked any Vulcan talent for telepathy touched-based or otherwise. Any anxiety he felt regarding her stature, though, he could not hide as well. As he regarded her, Lanista watched his eyes and facial expression. He seemed intrigued but also startled. That was good. A number of satisfying pastimes started with just the right mix of those. "Sure," he said in response to her having asked about Esme. "Sis! Come here!" he called out across the room. As Lanista followed his lead, she couldn't help but smile. He liked attracting attention to himself, it seemed. And with her in close proximity to him, he would likely hold that attention. His body language suggested he was uncomfortable with something though. Perhaps he sensed a fight brewing. Strange, then, that Lanista had not. Perhaps too much bloodwine. Or then again, perhaps not enough yet. Swig. "Esme?" Bill said when the guest of honor came over to meet them. "She's got something for you." Esmeralda Stakes was a 'veteran' of the Dennison. As such, Lanista had read up on this young lady, but only because she was the daughter and yeoman of the CO, whom Lanista still had not met. Esme, as people seemed to call her, wore her hair at Starfleet Regulation length, no doubt a habit instilled by her By-The-Book father. The Captain's yeoman had a fraternal brother Bill. It was then that it dawned on Lanista that her guide to Esme must be that Bill. The invitation to the party had not, to Lanista's recollection, mentioned him though as the woman's twin brother he would be celebrating his birthday too. She was now faced with an awkward moment of having only one gift but two people to give to. "qoSlIj DatIvjaj," Lanista said to Esme, handing her the black box. Without waiting to see Esme's response to the contents, Lanista seized hold of Bill and hugged his head to her chest for somewhat longer than would be comfortable for any overly-reserved Starfleet officer. "May you enjoy your birthday as well," Lanista said to him. (Reply Esme, Bill, any) (Posted by FT) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mission: Interlude Stardate: 2408.02.21 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Mithrandir - Bridge - OO Crewman Montro - 1335) Montro sat at his console flicking switches and rotating the status displays, keeping tabs on all the systems of the station.  The displays blinked in and out, while Montro hummed a song.  Montro's bag swung behind him, beating out a steady rhythm. "hmmm..... hmm...... hm.... HMMMMMM" he hummed. The ship had docked safely, but Montro was still convinced something hadn't gone quite right when they secured the umbilicals.  He kept staring at the console, looking for some sign that he was right. Suddenly the doors the bridge slid open.  Montro turned and he yipped in surprise. "Captain!" he said, not knowing who it was that stood before him.  "I'll  be right back." he said as he headed to get the commander. The doors slid open and he hopped out.  Pausing at the entrance, he popped his head back into the doorway.  "Don't touch anything!" he warned and disappeared. "Commander, commander, commander!" he said, as he skipped to the Ready Room as fast as he could.  Montro's bag nearly flew behind him. "Montro?" a voice answered, as the door slid open. "There's a captain on the Bridge!  A captain!  But it doesn't look like Captain Arianna.  I mean, it looks like a he!  And he..." Montro babbled. "Yes, yes, I see." said Okita, as he stood up.  "Take me to him." "Yes, yes, yes.  This way!" Montro said, turning and headed back to the bridge, tail wagging in anticipation. (USS Mithrandir - Bridge - CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 1337) "Captain!" the ... officer yapped but before Archibald could say anything, the officer jumped up and ran out, a bag bumping from side to side with every step.  "I'll  be right back." he said as he headed out. "Don't touch anything!" Archibald watched the closing door slightly baffled before he could respond. He coughed several times. "Sure, I won't. Oh, by the way, permission to come on board?" he added the sentence he had originally intended to say. Archibald shook his head slowly, but while he was waited for the return of the strange little fellow, he decided to have a look around of the bridge in the meantime. It was small, but not as small as he had originally expected. It was clean, spacious but with only limited seating. Only four stations adorned the outer wall, and the lower section in the center only held three stations, two for the command team in original fashion and a single station in front, no doubt for the CONN. He was about to study the outer stations when the door slid open again. "May, I help you sir?" the newly arrived Commander said as Archibald could see the little officer peek through the man's legs. "Would it be possible to give me a ship tour, Commander?" Archibald asked. "I would be happy to do so, Sir.  I am Commander Olorin Okita and I am currently assigned as the commanding officer of this vessel.  Whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?" Olorin asked. "Oh, my apologies, Sir," Archibald said as he stepped towards him extending his hand. "I am Captain Stakes, currently in between ships. Hence my visit here. I was a bit bored and wanted to see what the competition did." "Welcome aboard, Captain Stakes.  Do you wish to begin or shall we wait for Lieutenant Bracken?" asked Olorin. Archibald thought for a second. "It would be a waste if we left without her. Oh, by the way, permission to come on board? I tried to request it earlier but somebody," Archibald stared at the Logren, "Somebody decided to leave me before I could request it." (Reply Olorin) Archibald was about to question the tailed officer for his reasonings to leave a unannounced person but decided against it. The Commander was correct, he was in charge, not Archibald. Archibald turned to Okita. "Tell me, Commander. How does she fly? From her build-up it would suggest to me that she is a bit bum-heavy. And with the impulse engines placed so high I would imagine that she pulls forward a bit?" (Reply Olorin, Montro) (USS Mithrandir - Bridge - FO Commander Olorin Okita and OO Crewman Montro - 1340) The doors slid open to reveal a gentleman wearing a command uniform with four red pips inspecting the bridge. "May, I help you sir?" Olorin asked, while Montro stood right behind Olorin's legs peering out at the Captain. "Would it be possible to give me a ship tour, Commander?" the captain asked. Before Olorin could respond, the captain tapped his commbadge and said, "Stakes to Starfleet Lieutenant Bracken. Mister Bracken, could you meet me immediately on the bridge of the USS Mithrandir? There is an entrance point on Deck 73, east section." "I would be happy to do so, Sir.  I am Commander Olorin Okita and I am currently assigned as the commanding officer of this vessel.  Whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?" Olorin asked. (Reply Stakes) "Welcome aboard, Captain Stakes.  Do you wish to begin or shall we wait for Lieutenant Bracken?" asked Olorin. (Reply Stakes) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 73, docking pylons Security officer Ensign L’v’R M’nT’g - 1440) “Did he just shout Tally ho? Montague said, with disbelief. ~Grozit, bloody humans.~ Oliver Montague was settling down to his life on board a Starbase, but the fact that he was shipped off the Nimitz as it exploded, and onto the Dennison, before  it  exploded, gave him an all to rational view on life, and the brevity of jobs. His basic Xenexian-ness also added to his “Warm and cuddly” personality, though the initial humour of the science officer had tested his short fuse, now he had boarded meant that there was a new kettle of fish to play with. Or the Grozit was about to fry. “Montague to Stakes. Sir, this is Ensign Montague, Dennison/Geneva Security. We have a Science officer that requested entry onto the nova class at 73-Docks. He had paperwork, but didn’t take a no for an answer with the nova drydocked for a week.  His orders named Deck 3 as his quarters sir.” (reply Stakes) “I understand, sir. Like I said, The man wouldn’t take no for an answer.” (reply Stakes room for more) “Oh, and sir? Ensign Bellephoron is a character, sir.” (reply Stakes) (posted by GC) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 3,  - FO Commander Olorin Okita and OO Crewman Montro - 1450) Montro skipped alongside the lieutenant, the commander, and the captain.  It's like they were a matched set.  He kept his eyes on the two visitors.  It seemed awfully weird that they'd just show up and ask for a tour of the ship.  Afterall Nova's weren't exactly state of the art.  The class had been in service over thirty years. Just then the captain's commbadge came to life. =/\=Montague to Stakes. Sir, this is Ensign Montague, Dennison/Geneva Security. We have a Science officer that requested entry onto the Nova class at 73-Docks. He had paperwork, but didn't take a no for an answer with the Nova drydocked for a week.  His orders named Deck 3 as his quarters sir.=/\= Montro's ear's perked up at the mention of the Mithrandir. ~Drydocked?  We just got here!~ thought Montro indignantly.  ~And why is he talking to the Captain, the Commander runs the ship!~ "Hey, why'd that security guy call you about someone boarding us?  Commander Olorin's the CO in charge.  Are you taking it from him?  Why didn't you say so?  It isn't polite to pretend something like this.  It'll make the Commander sad!" said Montro.  "Tell me he's lying!" (Reply Stakes) Olorin, however, was more concerned about someone boarding the ship without proper clearance. ~What was Security thinking!~ he wondered, as he realized that they were on Deck 3 at the moment. "Montro, stop pestering the Captain," Olorin said, as he thought he spotted a blue uniform down the empty corridor. "Excuse me?" Olorin called.  "Who goes there?" (Reply Stakes, Bellephoron, Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 3,  - CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 1452) =/\=Montague to Stakes. Sir, this is Ensign Montague, Dennison/Geneva Security. We have a Science officer that requested entry onto the Nova class at 73-Docks. He had paperwork, but didn't take a no for an answer with the Nova drydocked for a week.  His orders named Deck 3 as his quarters sir.=/\= "Hey, why'd that security guy call you about someone boarding us? Commander Olorin's the CO in charge.  Are you taking it from him?  Why didn't you say so?  It isn't polite to pretend something like this. It'll make the Commander sad!" said Montro.  "Tell me he's lying!" Archibald looked at the officer and suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to kick him. Of course he didn't. "My apologies, Sir," he said to Olorin. "Ensign Montague is one of mine, Commander. He was assigned starbase duty as we were basically sitting round, twiddling our thumbs. Since he saw me enter this vessel I assume he thought me the best person to contact." He tapped his own comm badge. "Understood, Ensign. I will inform the Commander of this vessel. What were this officer's specific orders?" (Reply Montague) He nearly missed Olorin having 'a word' with the OPS-officer but looked up when Olorin called out: "Excuse me?" Olorin called.  "Who goes there?" (Reply Olorin, Montro, Dale, Any) (posted by Adrie Geuken) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 73, docking pylons Security officer Ensign L’v’R M’nT’g - 1454) =/\= Understood, Ensign. I will inform the Commander of this vessel. What were this officer's specific orders? =/\= The comm. Crackled back at the Xenexian, who seems aggrieved that he had talked to the wrong person. ~If only the security briefer would get one detail right...~ “Assignment orders from Bureau of Personnel, sir. Report for Duty, USS Mithrandir, Starbase Geneva. No CO was named on the PADD, sir, just the ship. Do you want me to apprehend him, sir?” (reply stakes.) “Understood, sir.” Montague finished. (reply any/none) (posted by GC)