From: JoGoodman2@aol.com Sent: Monday, 25 August 2003 3:20 AM To: spectre-nrpg@freedom-squadron.com Cc: compiles@freedom-squadron.com Subject: compile Aug11-17, 2003 (pt 1) Compiles August 11-17, 2003 Mission: Cloak and Dagger, Day 2 Stardate 2406.03.08 (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Cambridge - 15.35) (USS Spectre: Observation Lounge - Pierce Orde - 18:00) (USS Spectre, Observation Lounge, Kahila Lono, 18:10) (USS Spectre, Engineering, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 21:00) (USS Spectre, Bridge - OPS Lt Gort - 2102) (USS Spectre: ?? - Pierce Orde - 2103) (USS Spectre, Bridge, Kahila Lono, 21:05) (USS Spectre, Recreation area, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 23:00) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mission: The Prisoners Dilemma, Day 1 Stardate: 2406.03.09 (USS Dragonslayer - Admiral's Quarters - Admiral Robert LoDona - 1000) (USS Dragonslayer, Admiral's Quarters, Captain Remae Ktell - 10.30) (USS Dragonslayer - Admiral's Quarters - Admiral Robert LoDona - 10.32) USS Spectre, Bridge, CO, Captain Remae Ktell - 11.00) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CONN - Lt Anthony Wilson - 11.00) (USS Spectre, Bridge - OPS Lt Gort - 1101) (USS Spectre, Personal Quarters, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 11:05) (USS Spectre: Bridge - Pierce Orde - 1106) _______________________________________________________________________ (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Cambridge - 15.35) "Oh... I'm sorry Dr Cambridge. I'm not used to such cramped facilities. It might not look like it but we are under control here and steadily getting through the casualties. The triage system is basically working well.... needs some fine tuning...but everything is working well" Cambridge nodded, pleased that some things were in working order. He looked over sickbay quickly, appraising the officers as they did their work. There hadn't been any complaints from officers about Rain's performance during the training and he doubted he'd hear any from anyone, as the process had been so smooth. Medical people only complained when it was serious. After all, they dealt with life and death every day. "I haven't heard from DR Edison? I hope she is all right." Maxwell nodded grimly. "The surgical team is working on finishing the final surgery points. She'll recover, but I'm not sure what happened to make injuries like that. Hopefully she'll be able to wake up sooner or later. I've got to get back to her. Good job in sickbay by the way Ms. Anderson, you've done well." Cambridge turned and quickly ran back to surgery. (USS Spectre - Sickbay - CMO Cambridge - 16.12) They had worked for the past half an hour on Rhea Edison. Her injuries were consistent with either a big fall or a case of abuse. Whoever had done it to her, had seriousness of it challenged even Maxwell. They were on a small ship, with a limited crew. It worried Mac. "All hands, this is the Captain, we've received new orders to return to Sector 001 as soon as possible, this training session is suspended. Thank you, we've done well in the short time we were here, but now, we're going to collect our crew, drop off our 'casualties' to their base. Captain out." Cambridge breathed a sigh of relief and continued to monitor Edison and soon enough Rain Anderson came up from her duties. "How's she doing doc?" Cambridge turned and nodded. "She's been healed, but she's not waking up. We've checked her head for injuries, but there are no injuries. It's almost as if she doesn't want to wake up. Not sure." (reply Anderson, any) (posted by Sulu) (USS Spectre: Observation Lounge - Pierce Orde - 18:00) "I guess all of that was more reply than you expected to hear. But I am beginning to feel this is where I belong," Kahla told him. "My own decision was expedited somewhat," Pierce began. "For a long time after my parents died, I wanted nothing to do with space: it had taken them from me without mercy. Lost and generally alone, relatives shipped me around amongst themselves. Then, one day, something changed: I wanted to be a starship captain; I wanted to be someone who could make a difference." His voice trailed off. "And so I am here, in space." (Reply Kahlia, any) (posted by Lenox) -Lenox - Lord of Hyphens ---------------------------------------- (USS Spectre, Observation Lounge, Kahila Lono, 18:10) Kahila gazed at Pierce as he spoke of his youthful years. "My own decision was expedited somewhat," Pierce began. "For a long time after my parents died, I wanted nothing to do with space: it had taken them from me without mercy. Lost and generally alone, relatives shipped me around amongst themselves. Then, one day, something changed: I wanted to be a starship captain; I wanted to be someone who could make a difference." His voice trailed off. "And so I am here, in space." Her empathic link with Pierce told her of his mingled feelings as these memories played through his mind. Her voice was unusually soft, as she said, "Well, Pierce, I for one, am glad you are here. And you have made a difference, in many instances that I've seen." She smiled then. "Perhaps you'll tell me under what circumstances you began wearing the ever-present staff?" reply Pierce Kahila listened, fascinated, as he talked. Then, for a few moments they looked out the viewport, silently enjoying the view. Then she said, "I think it's time we choose something from the replicator. In fact, I have a suggestion. Have you ever tried Hawaiian food? Maybe seafood with pineapple and coconut?" (reply Pierce) posted by Josephine Goodman (USS Spectre, Engineering, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 21:00) Hank had watched as the impulse engines had powered down on the wall display. Frowning he narrowed his eyes as he monitored the power flow going through the EPS conduits around the area to make sure the levels were consistent. Pausing in his thoughts he stretched for a moment with a wince before rubbing at his shoulder. A hard turn had bumped it. It wouldn't have been much at all to anyone else but to the engineer it ached along with the rest of the joints in his body. He had bad days and good days but that day seemed to fall into the latter category. To many seemed to actually. As the restraining clamps and docking hatch systems engaged from Utopia Planitia, Hank peered at the readings and worked with the others in engineering to make the proper systems connections and see to it that they worked without flaw. ~They never know if a good engineer's onboard… because they never see him fix anything if he's doing his job right,~ Hank thought to himself as he sent up a report to Ops on the systems maintenance schedules, umbilical requirements from the Starbase along with the standard readings on deuterium and pellet usage. Hank paused as something came over the shipwide communications. "All hands dismissed.", stated the Captain and the engineer smirked slightly with a glance around. "All except for us," he muttered softly as he started to engage the change over from ship's power to Starbase's power through the umbilical feed links. He frowned slightly as he watched the power levels on the monitor drop down to normal levels for a docked ship. Shifting his stance he moved over to the Day officer's duty station for Engineering and finally sat down. Pausing he ran it through a quick diagnostic before looking around to a few of those remaining. "Standard clean up and accounting," he stated officially with a shrug. "Make sure the ship is shiny and clean and that everything is restocked," he added as he keyed through a request to Ops for a little extra power for the replicators. Then he checked to see if he was coordinating efforts with the medical department on the levels and restock of any supplies used. He paused in his work to listen to another announcement. "This is FO Kahila Lono. All crewmembers who remain assigned to the USS Spectre, this is your opportunity to transfer personal belongings to your Spectre quarters. I want to thank everyone for your cooperation during the recent testing and maneuvers. And I look forward to working with you during the next mission. Lono out." Reaching out the engineer touched at the workstation before him and called up the roster before shaking his head and giving a tap to close down the list. Sighing softly he started making log notes to the Main Engineering files on the performance of both ship and the engineering department. ~Maybe whomever they get to Chief here will find them useful,~ he thought to himself as he saved the data and stood up quickly. Snatching a free PADD from the work station he moved to check and make sure that the cleaning crews were making their rounds even as he called up the deck area displays. Glancing over to one of the other Ensigns around he nodded to the woman then jerked a thumb towards the workstation he'd just left. "I'm checking on clean up crews, maintain dock level status on systems and coordinate restocking and scheduling efforts with Ops," Hank said as he shook his head at the situation. =^= Ens Longfellow to Utopia Planitia Engineering, =^= he said as he tapped his combadge. =^= Utopia Planitia here, what can we do for you today Ens Longfellow, =^= asked someone on the other side as Hank started to jog down along the corridor then turned off at on of the Jefferies access stations. Stepping in he checked the tub going 'down' and slipped the PADD into a pocket before siding down the ladder railings. =^= I need a standard scan to confirm outer surface area of the USS Spectre is in proper condition with a backup flyby inspection, please, =^= Hank asked before he hit the deck two levels below with a jarring stop and a grunt of pain. ~That'll cost me a few minutes of therapy, ~ he thought bitterly to himself. =^= Acknowledged, forwarding request through Utopia Planitia Ops and we'll give you a time in the queue as soon as possible, =^= came the reply and Hank nodded to himself as he moved for the access station and back out on the other deck. Sighing softly he moved over behind the clean up crews to check their work. =^= Acknowledge and accepted, please forward the information to the Engineering Officer on Duty aboard the USS Spectre, Longfellow out, =^= he stated before he crouched down to check that the wall panels had what they were marked with. Anything that had been used in the 'emergencies' that had occurred during testing would have to be restocked or at the least checked to make sure it was in standard condition. (reply any ) (Posted by Mark) <> (USS Spectre, Bridge - OPS Lt Gort - 2102) As the Spectre docked at starbase, Gort was addressed by his captain: “Lt Gort, it’s very possible we’ll be heading out quickly, possibly tomorrow, please conduct a departmental analysis and make sure everyone has what they want and need. You don’t have a lot of time so beg, borrow or steal from anywhere you can." The Bajoran then moved on to address various others on the Bridge, but Gort was no longer listening with the active portion of his brain. He would pick up on any important references, but for now he was focussed on his officially sanctioned order to procure... to acquire... to 'steal if necessary'. A wave of almost ecstatic nausea passed through him at the thought. "This is Chief of Operations Gort to all department heads. Could you please prepare a list of your requirements as soon as possible - I'm going shopping!!" (Reply from any) (Posted by Michael Drake) (USS Spectre: ?? - Pierce Orde - 2103) =/\=This is Chief of Operations Gort to all department heads. Could you please prepare a list of your requirements as soon as possible - I'm going shopping!!=/\= ~Fun,~ Pierce thought. ~Well, deep down, everyone's a Ferengi.~ "Orde to Gort. I'm sending a list to your station now." He tapped a few controls on the PADD in his hand, and sent a comprehensive list to the Ferengi: spare phaser power cells, resupply of the ship's photon torpedoes, replacement of several items out of the ship's armory, and the rest of the equipment necessary to retrofit the flux cannon. (Reply Gort) (Posted by Lenox) USS Spectre, Bridge, Kahila Lono, 21:05) Kahila watched out the viewport as the Spectre attached itself to one the docking hatches of Starbase Valhalla. ~The starbase seems like home now, and yet it doesn't, with the knowledge that we'll be leaving again soon.~ Her reverie was broken, as she heard Captain Remae speak to her: "Kahila, inform all hands, this is their chance to get any personal belongings to their Spectre quarters, also, for the next mission you’ll be resuming your position as ship’s Counsellor as well as First Officer, you have an office to prepare!”, he said, smiling. Kahila nodded assent, as the Captain gave orders for Orde and Gort. ~I'll be happy to get back to some of my counseling duties. I've been thinking that the crew could benefit from some inter-departmental activities. If and when there's time for it.~ After the Captain's departure, Kahila tapped shipwide communications, and announced: "This is FO Kahila Lono. All crew members who remain assigned to the USS Spectre, this is your opportunity to transfer personal belongings to your Spectre quarters. I want to thank everyone for your cooperation during the recent testing and manuevers. And I look forward to working with you during the next mission. Lono out. (Starbase Valhalla, Counselor's Office, Kahila Lono, 23:00) Kahila had a pleasant, but short, meeting with the newly assigned Asst Counselor for Starbase Valhalla. Then she sat at her computer display, transferring all counseling records for the Spectre crew onto a PADD. ~I think the party-that-didn't-happen that Admiral Jopek suggested remains a good idea. If not a party, some sort of irregular get-together for crew of different departments. Not mandatory of course, just an opportunity. I'll speak to Captain Remae about it, when the time is right.~ When she completed the file transfer, she went to her personal quarters -- which looked already empty and awaiting a new occupant. She looked around for the last time, having already packed her remaining clothing and a few family holo-photos into her bag. ~Good. There's time for an hour at the holodeck. I want to do a bit of Hawaiian dancing, then a hapkido routine. I've gotten lazy about that lately. Probably with the beach in the background. At twilight.~ She smiled, and walked to the nearest turbolift. (reply any) (posted by Josephine Goodman) <> (USS Spectre, Recreation area, Ensign(jg) Hank Longfellow - 23:00) Wincing slightly as he moved, the engineer slowly slipped into the heated water as it swirled and churned around in the whirlpool. ~This is going to hurt,~ he thought to himself as he slipped slowly deeper into the water with teeth gritted. He gave a soft hiss as he felt the heat working through him and the sudden surge of ache before his muscles started to relax once more. Shifting he moved to let himself float slightly in the water rather then sitting on the ledge. It wasn't anywhere near as nice for him as the weightlessness of home, but it would do for the moment. A fifteen minute soak followed by a jog to his quarters with yet another shower then as much sleep as he could squeeze in before the computer woke him. Pausing for a moment with that thought he patted at the shorts he wore for a moment then glanced over to his towel. Reaching out he tapped the combadge there. "Computer, please notify me when a time period of fifteen minutes has elapsed from now," he said before hearing a soft beep in reply even as he lay back in the water once more. The engineer closed his eyes tiredly as he floated there. He hadn't needed to get his belongings since he'd brought everything he had in the duffel bag when he'd boarded, and things went somewhat smoothly except for a few bumps with the clean up and restocking. Others could stop and eat or talk with friends or whatever it was that they did. Hank never bothered to ask except where protocol demanded it and he avoided most everything else except of course for eating, but even that he'd gotten away with almost eliminating. "Computer, remind me after 48 hours to eat again," he murmured tiredly. He allowed himself to wrinkle his nose slightly at the thought of eating another of the Combat Rations but quickly put it out of his mind even as he heard the confirmational beep of the computer. Instead he thought of the file and what he'd done. His life was so logical, at least to him, but that didn't seem to make sense. Opening his mouth he almost spoke to the computer once more. A simple order that would correct an error that he'd made and just like that it would be cleaned up. No reprimand or blemish waiting to happen on his record. Hank shook his head as he floated and made tiny waves in the whirlpool even as the bubbles and heat worked to leech the aches and pains away. "I'll… I'll do it later," he muttered softly to himself in promise. (reply any ) (Posted by Mark)