NRPG: Compile Index: Stardate: 2408.02.19 (Starbase Geneva - Deck 62, Security Center - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 1507) (Starbase Geneva, Unknown Location, Ensign (jg) Sanok, 1530) Stardate: 2408.02.21 (USS Mithrandir - Ready Room - Commander Olorin Okita - 1652) (USS Mithrandir, Deck 1, Briefing Room, ATac Ensign (jg) Sanok, 1735) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 3, Security - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 1830) Stardate: 2408.02.22 (USS Mithrandir Deck 5, Operations A-OPS Ensign Alex Jefferies 1025) (USS Mithrandir, Ready Room, CO Captain Archibald Stakes, 14:23) (USS Mithrandir Deck 01, CO's Ready Room ACEO Lanista 1424) (USS Mithrandir Deck 06, ACEO's Quarters ACEO Lanista 1436) (USS Mithrandir, Ready Room, Ensign jg Sanok, 1436) (USS Mithrandir - Ready Room - CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 15:12) (USS Mithrandir - Ready Room CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 15:33) (USS Mithrandir - Ready Room CMO Dr Nymes - 15:34) Stardate: 2408.02.23 (USS Mithrandir - Sickbay - LMH - 0937) (USS Mithrandir - Transporter Room-Asst CEO, Ensign JG Sharon LaVigne - 0940) (USS Mithrandir - Ready Room - CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 09:53) (USS Mithrandir - Sickbay Dr Nymes  - 1000) (USS Mithrandir Deck 02, Sickbay ACEO Lanista 1004) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 3 - Science Officer, Ensign (jg) Percival Bellephoron the Third - 10:21) (USS Mithrandir Deck 02 ACEO EO Lanista 1022) Stardate: 2408.02.24 (USS Mithrandir - Deck 2, Sickbay - ACEO Ens JG LaVigne - 1655) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 2, Sickbay - FO Cmdr Olorin Okita - 1700) (USS Mithrandir - Sickbay Dr Nymes  - 2100) (USS Mithrandir Sickbay Dr Nymes & Lt.jg D Bracken- 2105) RPG: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mission: Interlude Stardate: 2408.02.19 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Starbase Geneva - Deck 62, Security Center - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 1507) Shrekt listened to Soma's report, entering some data she heard into the system. "For your information Ensign, the other teams have already eliminated twenty five of the thirty biosigns.  Those biosigns are being held in place for the moment.  So there's a good chance it is the biosign you're following.  Keep it up.  I'm redeploying some of the other men to the remaining five teams.  Good luck.  Shrekt out." she said, dropping the comm link. Leaving two bodyguards per Vulcan, Shrekt re-distributed the remaining seventy five officers to the last five teams still searching.  With the additional men, Shrekt was certain that Sanok would be found soon.  She just hoped that it was in time. Minutes ticked by at an excruciating pace.  It was perhaps the worst part of being head of a department.  Coordinating the men meant she wasn't out there actively searching.  And it irked her extremely.  But she had learned long ago that everyone had their place, each their duty and this was hers at the moment. She stared at her screen willing it to yield some clue that she could share with the search parties so that they might find Sanok.  She was so engrossed in her work that she did not notice an engineer approach. "Lieutenant, I would like to help search for Ensign Sanok. What can I do to help?" said the engineer. Shrekt recognized him from the Dennison.  She regarded him a moment.  At first she wasn't sure how he had heard about Sanok's disappearance.  The sudden appearance of the engineer was cause for suspicion.  But he had been on the Dennison.  Was he the spy she and Bracken were to search for?  Was this all to do with the Dennison? Battles are lost in the seconds commanders take to make decisions.  Shrekt wasted no time contemplating her decision.  She glanced down and said, "Head to deck 58 to team four.  I'll let them know you're on your way.  Thank you for your assistance, Crewman." Once the engineer had departed Shrekt tapped her commbadge. "Ensign Wells, I have a crewman headed your way from engineering who has volunteered to assist with the search." she said.  "Keep an eye on him will you?" =/\=Understood.=/\= The line went dead and Shrekt returned to monitoring the sensors. (Reply Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) (Starbase Geneva, Unknown Location, Ensign (jg) Sanok, 1530) Sounds.  Voices.  Not The Voice, but others all around.  Dark, shadowy shapes.  Blurred movement.  Yelling.  Cries of pain. Pain.  Try to move.  More pain. Phaser fire. Wake up.  Try to help. Silence. Eyes open.  Light.  Familiar face. "Hope I didn't wait too long before crashing the party." "Hello, Ben," said Sanok weakly.  "It is agreeable to see you."  He tried to sit up, but the room began to spin.  Pausing, he tried again, this time, with Ben's help.  Looking around the room, he saw that his captors had been subdued. "These men are responsible for the fire at the Hyperion Inn," said Sanok.  "We will ne..."  A wave of dizziness swept through Sanok. "I believe it is logical for me to go to sickbay now." (Reply Soma, Any) (Posted by Bob) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mission: Interlude Stardate: 2408.02.21 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Mithrandir - Ready Room - Commander Olorin Okita - 1652) Olorin took the seat Captain Stakes offered, hoping that the captain hadn't reconsidered his offer. Without knowing it he had begun to hold his breath in anticipation of what the captain was about to say.  His apprehension began to grow as the captain spoke about an abstract situation that mirrored Olorin's career.  No matter what Star Fleet Command might say about his decision to forgo climbing higher up the chain of command in favor of serving with Captain Mori, he believed that what he had done was for the best of all parties.  He would admit part of it was his own personal issues, but he didn't believe he would have done any better as a commander of his own vessel. What the captain said next surprised Olorin, though he made an effort to betray no sign of surprise, something that he had learned over years of experience.  The captain looked across the desk and Olorin caught his gaze and held it.  He looked into the windows of the soul to see the measure of the man to try and divine what was going on within, to see what the next step would be. The next move pleased Olorin, as he realized he still felt he had things to contribute to the fleet.  And while he was saddened by the losses sustained in the recent conflict, he felt he would have let Gabrielle down by retiring.  She wouldn't have retired just because she was exhausted or something trivial like that.  She would have pressed on and he would too. "Thank you, Captain.  I shall strive to earn this opportunity you have given me.  I will not disappoint." Olorin said. The captain shrugged and got to his feet.  With a smile, he said, "That will do, Mister Okita. That will do nicely. But now I believe we have a meeting to attend." "Of course," Olorin said as he too came to his feet and followed the Captain out the door. (Reply Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) (USS Mithrandir, Deck 1, Briefing Room, ATac Ensign (jg) Sanok, 1735) "Ensigns, Let's make a quick tour of the place and then let's see who we want to take with us," said Shrekt. "Let's see what the Mithrandir is made of," said Soma.  "She's not as big as the Dennison, so I guess our forces are going to be cut back a bit." Sanok, with his hands clasped behind his back, stood silently.  As Shrekt began the tour, Sanok thought about the events of the last few days. He and Ben had been patrolling the promenade, a typical and uneventful day ahead of them.  Instead, there was a fire caused by men that turned out to be suspected of being in the Orion Syndicate.  They were trying to get a data crystal from the owner of a restaurant who wouldn't give it to them.  In response, they started the fire.  As Sanok was rescuing the owner, the owner slipped the data crystal to Sanok.  Trying to get the crystal, syndicate men kidnapped Sanok and beat him.  After all the arrests and interrogations, it turned out that the information on the crystal, was financial records that could have exposed a leader of illegal activities he had done. When the dust had settled, all the harm that was done to the syndicate, was a few small-time operatives were out of commission. Sanok was glad he had spent most of his life with his emotions, but he was glad now that he had purged them.  Emotions could be wonderful, but they led to far more bad than good.  Everyone should adopt the Vulcan way.  Peace would reign all over the galaxy. Sighing, Sanok turned his attention back to the tour. (Reply Shrekt, Soma, Any) (Posted by Bob) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 3, Security - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 1830) An hour later the tour was complete, the trio of security officers found themselves at the security center of the ship.  Most of the systems their department was responsible for were found on decks three through five. Shrekt took a seat behind the console, calling up the crew complements data.  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  She knew the numbers would be drastically reduced from what she had been used to.  She opened her eyes and stared down at the panel. ~I guess this is what I've been reduced to.~ she thought, hoping her disappointment did not show. "She's a small ship and our department is a fraction of what it had been on the Dennison.  I want each of you to select three crewmen to join us.  We have less than a hundred to choose from.  I received word that sixty have already been transferred to other ships already." said Shrekt. (reply Sanok or Soma) "Any thoughts, you think we should consider?" asked Shrekt.  "If not, I suggest we select our department staff quickly.  Send me your recommendations by the end of the day tomorrow." (Reply Sanok or Soma) "We've certainly got our job cut out for us." she said.  "Once we've got our department together, get them to Doctor Nymes.  We can't afford to have one of them down for medical reasons, there's just too few of us.  Once they've cleared, we will begin training drills." (Reply Sanok, Soma, Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mission: Interlude Stardate: 2408.02.22 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Mithrandir Deck 5, Operations A-OPS Ensign Alex Jefferies 1025) Alex listened to what Kit said about Captain Stakes ~Must remember that as I'd hate to make that kind of mistake in front of the captain~ He then turned to look at Kit "Sorry to call you down here, but i guessed you'd want to meet the newbie" He said laughing before continuing "But seriously hope I didn't interrupt anything" (reply Spero) (posted by Tom) (USS Mithrandir, Ready Room, CO Captain Archibald Stakes, 14:23) "Qapla', joHwI'*!" the newly promoted ACEO said, which confused Archibald for a second as it didn't link up with what he last said but then he saw her unwrap the package. As she did so, the smell became stronger and stronger, to the point that it became offensive. Archibald narrowed his eyes as he examined what looked to be an ornate holder in her hands. It made it almost ok to use himself for the delivery of what looked like an artifact and an expensive one at that. "In all honesty, I have no idea who Consul Rog is or even where the Tazarian Conglomerate may be located," Lanista said in answer to the Captain's query. "But this, sir," Lanista said, holding up the scabbard, "is a good faith payment from a would-be business associate" "You know, my father kept warnog in his war room," Lanista said, nodding toward the bottle. "Do you permit drink on duty, sir, or is that for a special occasion?" Archibald frowned until he realised that she had been referring to the bottle of whiskey. "It's a gift, Ensign," he explained, starting to breathe more freely now that the scabbard was packed away again. "An Admiral's gift, even. Lieutenant Bracken brought it with her when she returned.I guess it is someone high up saying sorry for a mistake of one of his or her subordinates. It's linked to the attack on the Dennison, or so I believe. And now I am contemplating what to do with it. It should go to all the crew but ....." Archibald fell silent for a second. "And the answer is no, Ensign, if I ever catch anyone drinking alcohol on duty, they will wish they were never born. Or if I am catching anyone wearing non approved weapons or weapon related regalia, if you catch my drift." Archibald said, his eyes fixed on the package for a second. (Reply Lanista, rfm) (Posted by Adrie Geuken) (USS Mithrandir Deck 01, CO's Ready Room ACEO Lanista 1424) "It's a gift, Ensign," the CO said. He seemed visibly relieved now that the scabbard had been rewrapped. "An Admiral's gift, even. Lieutenant Bracken brought it with her when she returned. I guess it is someone high up saying sorry for a mistake of one of his or her subordinates. It's linked to the attack on the Dennison, or so I believe. And now I am contemplating what to do with it. It should go to all the crew but…"  The Captain fell silent for a second, then abruptly changed the subject. Stakes said, "And the answer is no, Ensign, if I ever catch anyone drinking alcohol on duty, they will wish they were never born. Or if I am catching anyone wearing non approved weapons or weapon related regalia, if you catch my drift." Archibald said, his eyes fixed on the package for a second. "Understood, Captain," the ACEO said. Still, the bottle intrigued Lanista. She rose from her seat impulsively and crossed to the desk. Lifting the bottle to inspect the label, she then remembered her manners. Giving a physical indication that she would put the bottle back down if the answer were 'No', she asked, "May I?" (Reply Stakes) Knowing that it was unusual for Admirals to admit mistakes, apologize to subordinates, or give consolation prizes to officers who lost (parts of) their vessels, Lanista was excited to hear more of this story. While she did not share her father's theories that the Starfleet's Admiralty was directly responsible for the destruction of Qo'noS's moon Praxis, Lanista did not as a general rule like Flag-Rank officers at least not those in the Klingon Defense Force she had had the misfortune to do work for. So any tale that potentially contained an embarrassing tidbit about an Admiral was one Lanista wanted to hear. "If you would, sir," she said, "could you tell me more about this attack, and the Admiral's involvement?" (Reply Stakes) "Thank you, sir," Lanista said, very respectfully. "I can see that you're busy, so I'll go. But I have two requests. First, I should like to wear one approved personal item with my Duty uniform perhaps my lirpa, as a belt, or one vambrace with my Hoouse insignia. Not with the Class-A, of course. It is, of course, your call. And second, I believe I know the proper way to share the whiskey with the entire crew if you will indulge me." (Reply Stakes, room for (slightly) more)  (Posted by FT) (USS Mithrandir Deck 06, ACEO's Quarters ACEO Lanista 1436) Ensigneer Senior Grade tlha'nISta' had left the Captain's Ready Room and gone to her quarters on Deck 06/Starboard. Hers was a Junior Officers' billet and as such was clearly intended to have been a shared room. This was normal aboard even grander starships than the Nova Class. Two ensigns would typically share living space. The area spread across 2 'bays' and as the coo-occupant had was not in evidence, Lanista had chosen the bed directly abeam of the Warp Core. It was, unfortunately, a berthing compartment designed for comfort. To begin with, there was a double-sized bed with a cushiony mattress. ~That will have to go.~ Lanista thought as she changed from her Class-B Duty to her Class-A Dress uniform. "Computer," she said, "increase gravity in my bay to 1.2539g." That was the gravity of Qo'noS, the Klingon homeworld. The bay Lanista had claimed as her own had a personal holo-viewer and a standard replicator. She could tolerate these devices. There was, of course, furniture other than the bed for storing garments and personal effects. In the common area between her bay and the other there was a small work area with a very little table and two chairs. There was also the standard sub-standard half-bathroom. Mid-way between switching uniforms, Lanista decided to unpack some of her things mostly her weapons for display on the walls and the stasis pod containing jengSI', her pet 'parrot.' She revived the bird and then set up his perch stand for him in the corner of her bedroom. "Duj tIvoqtaH," said the qaryoq'a' as he worked the stasis-induced kinks out of his muscles and feathers. "I DO always trust my instincts," Lanista said as she resumed dressing in her Class-A's. She wondered who, if any other Ensign, would be joining her. (Reply Any) (Posted by FT) (USS Mithrandir, Ready Room, Ensign jg Sanok, 1436) "Thank you for being so prompt, Mister Sanok.  Have a seat." Sanok sat in the chair across from the captain, his hands in his lap, his back, ramrod straight. "I have received a communique from BuPers, Ensign, regarding a review of your service record.  There were some actions that I felt should be brought forward to their attention, regarding your service on the erstwhile USS Dennison and your actions whilst on board and on the planet." Sanok wondered what the captain meant.  He felt that he had served adequately, but not remarkably.  He has been efficient, but not above and beyond.  This meeting could only be to discipline him.  Perhaps it was for not remaining on the lower level of the Maltorian communications station, as Lieutenant Bracken had ordered. "They have confirmed that they share my views and have allowed me to take all the required actions that I deem appropriate in response to your actions.  Your rank pip, please, Ensign." Sanok was correct.  He was being disciplined.  However, what he had done, was done for legitimate reasons.  Lieutenant Bracken was facing a potentially life-threatening event, with no one to provide back up if something went wrong.  If being demoted for being willing to not follow an order that insured the safety of another officer was what was facing him, Sanok would deal with it, and overcome. He removed the pip and handed it to Captain Stakes, who glanced at it, then tossed it into a waste receptacle next to his desk. Sanok arched an eyebrow. "I deem it appropriate, Mister Sanok, to promote you to Ensign senior grade, effective immediately." Sanok's other eyebrow arched, as he watched the captain flip open a small case, revealing a single, gold pip. "Congratulations, Ensign senior grade Sanok," said Stakes, offering Sanok the box. Recovering quickly from this unexpected event, Sanok accepted the box and thanked the captain. "In this package, you will find a white dress uniform in your size, according to your records.  It is my wish, that you retire to your quarters, change into the dress uniform, and attach the rank insignia to it.  Then, for a period of not less than twenty-four hours, but no more than twenty-five hours, you will wear the dress uniform instead of your normal uniform.  This is to signify to all, you have been found worthy of a promotion." Sanok stood at attention.  "Thank you again, Captain Stakes.  I will endeavor to show myself worthy of this." (Reply Stakes iyw) (Posted by Bob) (USS Mithrandir - Ready Room - CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 15:12) "Thank you, Sir." Ben said to him." I will keep that advice in mind. I shall endeavour to my duty to the best of my ability Captain, and serve this ship and crew as I had aboard the Dennison." The officer regarded his CO for a moment and added, "Captain, as you said the circumstances were out of my control and I was unable to anything about them. It was just the way that I was raised, the discipline and the immersion into Asian martial arts that lead me to ask the question, Sir." Archibald nodded and nearly smiled as he considered that old man Kon was probably still training his martial art classes on the Academy as he had taught Archibald when it had been his turn. Amazing, considering that the aging Korean must be clocking 98 years by now. But then, when you met him, it wasn't that amazing at all. The Master seemed to be as eternal as a rock. Archibald stopped a sigh from before it could erupt and gesticulated to the Ensign that he could leave. He saw him turn and leave then just before the door swished open, Archibald suddenly spoke up. "An old man once asked me, Mister Soma, if is it not better to see yourself truly than care about how others see you. At the time it didn't make any sense to me. And I'm not sure it does make sense now. But perhaps it may to you." (reply Ben, if you wish) (posted by Adrie Geuken) (USS Mithrandir - Ready Room CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 15:33) “Do you have any current medical problems, sir? Anything changed since I last saw you in Sickbay?” Archibald could not help himself licking his lips, his mind forced back to the surprising communique he had received a few hours ago. "Lieute..." Archibald fell silent for a second. "No, Doctor, no change." “Well, the scans are normal the high resolution neural scan.” Nymes said, pointing at the small, blinking button on Archibald's side of the head. “Will complete in 10 minutes, and will automatically update itself into your file. I fully expect the results to mirror those I have taken with the Tricorder, and, results not-withstanding, I am prepared to pass you fit to fly. This will, of course, be noted in your medical file.” "Of course, Doctor," Archibald stated. "I'm not concerned." Archibald wanted to say more but could not get himself to say it, so he waved Nymes away and looked at his screen with unseeing eyes. But before the doctor could actually leave, Archibald looked up. "Lieutenant. Sit down. There *is* something that I wish to discuss with you. You know Lieutenant Bracken well, don't you? Starfleet has informed me today that their physical investigation of Lieutenant Bracken showed that she was indeed her and that she was physically not negatively impacted by the ordeal. However, they also said, that her psychogram has changed. A small change, but still there if you know where to look for. Starfleet Counseling is convinced that during her abduction or during the period afterwards, someone messed with her mind. Most likely to block certain memories. Or worse, to enter a post-hypnotic suggestion to do something undefined at some undefined time. Starfleet is getting seriously concerned about this and they are thinking about returning her to Earth for continuous investigation and treatment. Problem is that they can't be sure where the damage was done. So, have you noticed anything? Anything strange? Any memories that she is missing, but shouldn't? Anything?" (reply Lewis, any) (Posted by Adrie Geuken) (USS Mithrandir - Ready Room CMO Dr Nymes - 15:34) Nymes had almost reached the door, before the captain beckoned him back. "Lieutenant. Sit down. There *is* something that I wish to discuss with you. You know Lieutenant Bracken well, don't you? Starfleet has informed me today that their physical investigation of Lieutenant Bracken showed that she was indeed her and that she was physically not negatively impacted by the ordeal. However, they also said, that her psychogram has changed. A small change, but still there if you know where to look for.  Starfleet Counseling is convinced that during her abduction or during the period afterwards, someone messed with her mind. Most likely to block certain memories. Or worse, to enter a post-hypnotic suggestion to do something undefined at some undefined time. Starfleet is getting seriously concerned about this and they are thinking about returning her to Earth for continuous investigation and treatment. Problem is that they can't be sure where the damage was done. So, have you noticed anything? Anything strange? Any memories that she is missing, but shouldn't? Anything?" Lewis was taken aback by the questions; in all honesty the trill hadn’t even considered Dee’s psychological sequelae since she had appeared, in normal character, back from the clutches of SFI. “Sir.” He said, carefully, “I haven’t noticed any major change in her character since she returned. She seems.. shaken... from her experiences, but refused to elaborate on them.” (reply stakes iyw) “Your concern is touching, sir; She is due for her medical tomorrow, I’ll look into it.” Nymes continued. “But it goes without saying that any information that is not directly pertinent to the Mithrandir or Starfleet security will be confidential. You will get a briefing memo tomorrow as to my recommendation regarding this situation.” After being dismissed, Nymes turned and left; to change into his uniform, and to continue his busy day, his thoughts occupied with his friend. (reply none) (Posted by GC) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mission: Interlude Stardate: 2408.02.23 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Mithrandir - Sickbay - LMH - 0937) The LMH regarded the Trill in silence for a moment before replying. "How quickly they forget," he said, looking the nurse. "Would you believe we met less than 48 hours ago? I hope your memory of your medical training is slightly longer, Doctor," he added, turning his gaze on Nymes. "As for my recent changes, my personality, diagnostic, and xenobiology subroutines have been upgraded with the latest information, as well as the following:" He went on to list an exhaustive number of specialties, including species-specific ones for all the races found in the Federation and in its close neighbours. "In short, Doctor, my function is to assist you as well as to provide you with information and advice on those subjects in which you are lacking. Which considering that you are a living being with a less than infinite brain and I am a computer construct with access to the entire medical database of Starfleet in infinitely less time than it would take you to give the computer your search parameters, makes me useful to you. Of course it also makes me grossly underused on a day to day basis, but we can't have everything. Speaking of which, I am here to assist you with the medicals. A deplorable underuse of my talents but then again with so few crew on the ship, we can't risk any of them getting sick, can we. Where shall I start?" (Reply Nymes, any) (posted by Liz) (USS Mithrandir - Transporter Room-Asst CEO, Ensign JG Sharon LaVigne - 0940) "Welcome aboard Ensign" Sharon heard a voice greet her as soon as she had arrived on her first Ship. "Thanks" She smiled and responded to the nice Crewman. Walking up to him she shook his hand "Hi i am Ensign LaVigne" Surprised Crewman shook the young ensign's hand and said "Crewman Edwards Sir." For next few seconds both stared at each other not knowing what to say. "I think you are to report to Captains Ready Room Sir," Crewman Edwards broke the brief silence. As if snapping out of day dream Sharon shook "Oh yes, I must be off . Nice meeting you." She grabbed her little bag and a padd with her details and headed out of the Transporter room. (USS Mithrandir -Outside Ready Room -Asst CEO,Ensign JG Sharon LaVigne - 0950hrs) Sharon stood in front of the closed doors of the ready room, she had not seen the Captain on the bridge so she expected he was most likely in the Ready room. She took a deep breath and pressed the door chime button. ~Stay Confident Sharon ~ She reminded herself (reply CO) (Post By Ash Divay) (USS Mithrandir - Ready Room - CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 09:53) "Enter!" Archibald bellowed as he unlocked the door so that it would open. He regarded the female Starfleet officer who entered, wearing a bag and a padd.  She came to attention and handed Archibald the padd. Archibald activated it and took a quick glance to confirm the name, then nodded. He got up from his chair and extended his hand. "Mister LaVigne," he started. "Welcome on board. Starfleet informed me that you would be arriving. Assistant Engineering Chief, I understand. Good, we will need all the assistance that we can get. We are a small crew, Ensign. And a small crew means that everyone will have to pull their weight. We will all depend on each other. Combined with the fact that I run a tight ship, a *very* tight ship may make this ship more than the standard new arrival from the Academy can handle. So now I should ask you if you feel that you are the right person for us." Archibald looked at her. "However, I have been long enough in the chair to know that when I ask that question any new Ensign will give me the same answer and that therefore the question will not fulfill its purpose. *However*," The look turned into a stare. "However, mister LaVigne, it should not surprise you that I am not exactly thrilled about the prospect of taking on board someone who could turn out to be a liability. So I am having a problem, Ensign. Any idea how to resolve it?" (reply LaVigne, any) (Posted by Adrie Geuken) (USS Mithrandir - Sickbay Dr Nymes  - 1000) Nymes had retreated back to his office after the discussion with the LMH, and had drawn himself back together after the interesting encounter. ~What a difference a day makes. Must remember to thank Ops.~ Tapping a button, he brought up a list of the officers on board, or waiting to be seen, and filed a voice memo to each of them, reminding them of their appointments. Thinking that it would be easier to collar the CONN staff before the ship was underway, Nymes summoned Night first, followed by Science, Operations, Engineering, finishing off with command. With 10-20 minutes penciled in for each staff member, it was clear that it could monopolise his day After that, though, hopefully there would be time for collaboration with the Science department over new research. (reply any if you want, take any time slot you like.) (posted by GC) (USS Mithrandir Deck 02, Sickbay ACEO Lanista 1004) Lanista entered the ship's small infirmary with some great degree of anxiety. She disliked almost everything associated with the Medical profession since a Doctor had been the most direct cause of her mother's death eight years ago. Fortunately for the newly promoted Ensign Senior Grade, her own health usually guaranteed mandatory visits to doctors were only as long as formality demanded. Unfortunately, if Lanista wished to make anything of her Advanced Neural Pathway Formation project with the starship's bio-neural gel packs, she would need the assistance of a competent doctor if not a biologist. The complement of the Mithrandir was far, far smaller than that of the Dennison. The enterprising young Klingoness could not afford to make any enemies, even of the Sickbay staff members. Once inside the forwardmost compartment of Deck 02, Lanista looked for anyone who could help her dispense with the unpleasantry of a routine physical…> (Reply Any) (Posted by FT) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 3 - Science Officer, Ensign (jg) Percival Bellephoron the Third - 10:21) Percival studied the PADD for one last time, going over the list that he had established. He looked around himself until he found one of the wall information consoles. He stepped up to it and pressed the attention button. "Pray have the goodness to direct a simple servant to the position of Master Dale Bracken, Chief of the Scientific Department of the Starfleet vessel USS Mithrandir." [Please restate the nature of your request.] Percival sighed a deep sigh. He was considering updating the communication patterns of the computer to rectify this obvious failure but remembered how certain Operations officers had reacted previously when Percival had made his improvements. Besides, he was in need of immediate assistance. And the computer would not be leaving. "Position of Lieutenant Dale Bracken, if you please." [Lieutenant Dale Bracken is not on this vessel.] Percival frowned. If only others would exhibit the kind of determination to one's duty as Percival displayed himself. Yet, Master Bracken was undoubtedly his superior and it would not do well if Percival considered his superiors to be less than him. Undoubtedly the Lieutenant had other fish to fry, and was involved in work that far outweighed Percival's own little world. Yet there was still the problem of the list. "Computer, who is the highest ranking scientific officer currently on board the USS Mithrandir?" [Ensign Percival Bellephoron is currently the highest ranking scientific officer on board the USS Mithrandir." ~You left out: the Third,~ Percival thought annoyed for a second, but then dropped the thought as it was now clear that he was 'in charge' at least for matters relating to science. And the list was definitely scientific in origin. "Computer, who is the highest ranking engineering officer currently on board the USS Mithrandir?" [Ensign Lanista is currently the highest ranking engineering officer on board the USS Mithrandir.] Percival nodded then tapped his comm badge. "Ensign Percival Bellephoron THE THIRD to Ensign Lanista. Sir! It is imperative that I see you immediately for reasons that will not brook delay. The efficiency of the Scientific Department is at stake here." (reply by Lanista, any) (Posted by Adrie Geuken) (USS Mithrandir Deck 02 ACEO EO Lanista 1022) =/\=Ensign Percival Bellephoron THE THIRD to Ensign Lanista. Sir! It is imperative that I see you immediately for reasons that will not brook delay. The efficiency of the Scientific Department is at stake here.=/\= ~Percival Bellephoron THE THIRD~ she thought. ~Why not Percival Bellephoron-C?~ Who was this man, and what made him think he could speak with such an authoritative demanding tone? "Lanista to The Third," the ACEO said, "What sort of Scientific Emergency, provided those terms aren't mutually exclusive, can you have in spacedock?" (Reply Bellephoron) (Posted by FT) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mission: Interlude Stardate: 2408.02.24 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Mithrandir - Deck 2, Sickbay - ACEO Ens JG LaVigne - 1655) Sharon had arrived in the sickbay for her medical. She saw that all the medical staff were busy attending to other officers . One of the attended noticed the young Ensign and walked over to where she was standing. "Ensign, please take that empty biobed, someone will be with you in a few minutes" The attended told Sharon. "Oh ok " Sharon responded and she walked over to the biobed . She sat on the bed and observed the medical staff. Soon her brown eyes noticed a figure entering the sickbay. He was a older gentleman in his 50's or 60's, a Senior officer from his uniform. "We will be few more minutes Ensign" one of the medical staff said distracting Sharon. "Please take your time" She responded. "Ensign," said Olorin, "I don't believe I have had the pleasure.  I am Commander Olorin Okita and you are?" Sharon was a bit surprised but she smiled and extended her hand "Ensign LaVigne Sir" she said. Olorin extended his hand and said, "A pleasure.  First time to Geneva?" "First time yes sir" She responded.  She couldn't help feel a bit nervous around the officer. ~Say something Sharon~ she thought, but could not think of anything to say. (Reply Olorin) (Posted By Ash Divay) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 2, Sickbay - FO Cmdr Olorin Okita - 1700) Olorin walked into Sickbay having spent the better part of the last few days coordinating the move in with OPS.  They were long days, but it was good to be productive again.  According to the Captain's time schedule they should be ready for a practice run in a few days.  He had no intention of missing that schedule. The small sickbay had its three examining tables and its staff currently busy examining three other officers.  Olorin decided to be patient and stood against the wall, observing the medical staff at work.  It was nice to have the opportunity to see officers do their job, without the accompanying torpedo blast rocking the ship from side to side.  Seeing a sickbay just checking on the crew, without being filled with bodies was a far more pleasant sight to see than the alternative. After a while, Olorin walked over to one of the unattended engineer waiting to be seen sitting on a bed.  It was a good opportunity to get to know one of the eighty crew that Olorin would be spending time with. "Ensign," said Olorin, "I don't believe I have had the pleasure.  I am Commander Olorin Okita and you are?" (reply LaVigne) Olorin extended his hand and said, "A pleasure.  First time to Geneva?" (Reply LaVigne, Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) (USS Mithrandir - Sickbay Dr Nymes  - 2100) Nymes sighed a sigh of relief as his busy day looked to be entering the final stretch. Now back into his “working blues”, the doctor had finally finished all the crew’s medicals. All, that was, but one. Given the Captain’s concerns, Nymes had put off this particular officer’s medical until he couldn’t justify waiting any longer. “Sickbay to Lieutenant Dale Bracken. Please report to sickbay, immediately.” =/\=... Lewis, that’s an awful excuse for a...=/\= there was a sigh =/\= On my way. =/\= “See you soon. Sickbay out.” (USS Mithrandir Sickbay Dr Nymes & Lt.jg D Bracken- 2105) Nymes tapped out a melody on the desk as he waited for Dee to arrive, musing over the history the two officers had had. It stretched back to the time when they were both fresh faced ensigns, and camaraderie had been quick to develop in the junior officer’s mess, led by the trio of Divay, Nymes and Bracken. Over time they had been promoted, celebrating the successes and commiserating as setbacks had befallen one or the other. Dee wasn’t a social friend, a fellow officer, to the trill. She had been a patient too many times; involving a serious head injury, surgery undertaken on a crippled bridge. She had made a remarkable recovery, and with no lasting damage. The fact that she seemed to have succumbed to an anonymous assailant in the murky world of SFI made Nymes’ irritated beyond belief; that Commander Falkirk could look the doctor in the eye and say that “there was a surprise for you”... and smile as he left. Nymes was shaken out of his reverie as the Second Officer entered the miniscule sickbay and tapped the doorchime. “Come in, Dee. Take a seat.” She did as she was bidded, before noting the framed fragment of the Dennison on the Mithrandir’s Wall. “Wasn’t that your office door on the Dennison?” “Yes, the only bit that wasn’t renovated by the fleet. A reminder of our pasts.” Nymes leaned forward. “How are you feeling, Dee?” Dale was deep in thought before answering, her hesitation apparent before she covered it with her trademark humour. “I thought this was a medical, not a proper discussion, Lew.” “Perhaps. But that wasn’t an answer.” Lewis smiled back, but each passing comment was fuelling the doubts that the Captain had put in his mind. “I feel... fine. Tired, but that’s probably because I have had 4 hours sleep before a new Lieutenant woke me up.” She said, before adding, “I get headaches, Lew.” Nymes nodded, as if to prompt her to continue, before getting to his feet and running a tricorder scan. As the 2O continued, Nymes could see that the neuro-chemical balance in her brain had been upset, but the cause was unknown. “When did you start feeling like this, Dee?” “After the SFI de...brief.” Dee said, as if the penny had dropped. “But I don’t see how its relevant.” Nymes looked up at that response, framing his questions carefully. He had been present at several agent “debriefs” in his lifetime as Olsandar Nymes, and his recollections of that lifetime were ones of dubious protocols. “Can you remember who debriefed you?” “... funny you say that... I can’t.” She said. “there was a buzzing in my head, all the time. Like tinnitus, but worse.” Nymes merely nodded. It was a dirty tactic by SFI, but it was one that worked. Telepathic static projection. TSP was a cure all for field agents who were a potential liability but were too valuable to retire. It was a method of conducting a final debrief, but rendering the session as a hazy recollection; it wasn’t a good method to instruct agents with; the details got mixed up; it wasn’t a method that was used to create SFI moles. To debrief them, yes. “Dee, I’m sure you feel fine, despite the headaches, but I need to run another scan.” Nymes said, as he took an identical device to the one the captain had worn earlier in the week. “Take a seat on Biobed one.” Dee nodded, knowing that her long time friend was trying to look after her. “So what do you think happened?” “I can’t tell you for certain, but it sounds like a form of psychic manipulation to withhold your memories. I’m surprised that you only have a headache, human’s are adaptive creatures, but TSP that’s Telepathic Static Projection - can do horrendous things to the weak willed. Worst case scenario is one where the memory centres are decoupled from the rest of the brain, and you develop short term memory only, amnesia.” “But that’s worst case...” “Yeah, but I have to tell you that I can’t help you amazingly well on the ship. Even a Starbase isn’t equipped to treat this properly. If the scans confirm this, then you have to make a choice; to stay on board, or to take my medical advice and be transferred back to Palm Springs Medical facility, under Dr Matyn.” “Your friend, Dr Matyn, the Bajoran?” “Yeah, we trained at the Academy together. She’s a specialist in memory medicine.” Nymes sighed, the scans were only 70% complete. Dee remained silent, and the doctor took his cue from her, the tricorder’s preliminary scan waiting to be confirmed by the biobed and its monitors. A final beep, and the scan was reported; early decoupling with reactive changes. Salvageable, but on the knife-edge. “Dee.. I’m sorry they did use TSP... but your condition isn’t irreversible.” Nymes broke the news, aware that his friendship with his patient forced him not to sugar coat the results, not to insult her with false hope. “Don’t be sorry, Lewis. Don’t say sorry.” She said, stoically taking the news, the neural monitor blinking its blue and green lights into the room. “I must recommend that you suspend your duties immediately, Dee, and transfer to PSMF, on Earth, for treatment. I won’t order you to go; it’s your decision.” “Lew, that’s sweet of you, but you know that I have to go. I have to recover, I have to get better... just say that you’ll track the Intel guys who did this.” “If I can, Dee. I’ll find them.”Nymes said, flipping the tricorder shut, and helping the 2O from the biobed. “Do you need anything?” “A ticket to Earth, it seems, Lew. I can leave when you have that; I haven’t been billeted yet, all my kit is stowed in one bag.” “You travel light. As usual.” Nymes smiled. “You know, if you have any questions and you will just ask me, and I’ll try to get you answers.” With a faint crack appearing in her usual armour, Dee whispered simply. “Why?” (USS Mithrandir Forward Docking Umbilical Dr Nymes and Lt Bracken 2230) The pair had walked to the end of the line, the security desk manned by a single ensign at this time, Montague unaware of the heartfelt moment that was transpiring for the two people clutching the single travel case and a SF briefcase. It was a moment captured in silence, in looks more than words could convey, of sadness and of worry. “Dee, trust is very important. You need to have something to ground you.” Nymes retrieved a small PADD from his pocket, one with a single screen, a picture from the Dennison. “Our first Mess night.” Dee approved. “Me, you, Ele and Ash... is that Galway as well?” “Of the best of times, Dee.” “Yeah...” Dee looked lost in thought. “Look after this lot for me, will you?” “I always try to, Dee; take care of yourself!” She half laughed, half smiled, as she passed her cases to the assigned yeoman. “Lieutenant Bracken, requesting permission to disembark!” she said, handing a PADD to the Doctor. “Permission granted, lieutenant. Here are your transfer orders to PSMF, Earth.” Nymes  handed her a second PADD, shaking her hand before giving a salute. She thanked him before turning smartly away,  hurrying to catch up with her yeoman, to board the next shuttle to Earth to take her to her next adventure. Nymes watched her leave, memories flashing through his mind as rapidly as the beats of a hummingbird’s wings. Saddened, Nymes touched the PADD with his thumb, sealing the orders. “Thank you. Computer, At this time, at this place, record that the serving 2O and CSO of the Mithrandir has been transferred to PSMF pending medical assessment effective immediately, authorisation Nymes Delta-four-Zero. 2O authorisation codes to be reset as per protocol.” [...confirmed. Second Officer position is currently vacant...] Nymes sighed before tapping his commbadge. “Nymes to Captain Stakes. Further to our conversation today, I must regrettably inform you that Lt Dale Bracken has been transferred to Earth under the Medical Protocols, effective immediately. As such I request a meeting to discuss this in person.” (reply Stakes) (posted by GC)