~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COMPILE OF POSTS FROM: USS DENNISON DATE OF COMPILE: 01/04/2006 POSTS DATES: 01/03/2006-31/03/2006 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ MISSION: A New Beginning, Days 2-3 STARDATES: 2407.01.18-2407.01.19 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LIST OF HEADERS: Mission day: 2 Stardate: 2407.01.18 (USS Dennison - Sickbay - Lt Cmdr Riis Capstain - 1517) (USS Dennison-Riss Capstain's Quarters-John Sasine-1520) (USS Dennison - Personal Quarters - Cmdr Richard Ian Lee - 1610) (USS Dennison-Ten Forward-CO Madison Davis-16:23) (USS Dennison- Ten Forward - Commander Richard Ian Lee - 16:23) (USS Dennison-Ten Forward-CO Madison Davis-16:25) (USS Dennison - Ten Forward - Cmdr Richard Ian Lee - 16:26) (USS Dennison-Ten Forward-CO Madison Davis-16:27) (USS Dennison - Ten Forward - Cmdr Richard Ian Lee - 16:29) Mission day: 3 Stardate: 2407.01.19 (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Ens. (jg) William Galway - 0540) (USS Dennison, Main Engineering, Lieutenant Ryan Maines, 0542) (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Ens. (jg) William Galway - 0542) (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - CSO - Lieutenant Jewort Trewe - 0603) (USS Dennison - Transporter Room 1 - Tac/Sec - Lt. Khran - 0610) (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Ens. (jg) William Galway - 0603) (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Tac/Sec - Lt. Khran - 0617) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-06:11) (USS Dennison - Ready Room - Tac/Sec - Lt. Khran - 0627) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-06:28) (USS Dennison - Bridge - Lieutenant Jewort Trewe - 0617) (USS Dennison - Bridge - CSO - Lieutenant Jewort Trewe - 0628) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-06:30) (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Tac/Sec - Lt. Khran - 0634) (USS Dennison - Bridge - CSO - Lieutenant Jewort Trewe - 0636) (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0638) (USS Dennison - Bridge - CSO - Lieutenant Jewort Trewe - 0636) (USS Dennison - Deflector Control Room - CEO - Lt. Maines - 0638) (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0638) (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0717) (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Chief OPS - William Galway - 0717) (USS Dennison - Phaser Range - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0728) (USS Dennison - Deck 8, holodeck 2 - Chief OPS - William Galway - 0729) (USS Dennison - Phaser Range - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0728) (Shuttlecraft, En route to Starbase Geneva. Ensign(jg) Dale Bracken ? 0730) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-08:12) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-ACSO Ensign Bracken-08:13) (USS Dennison - Bridge - CSO - Lieutenant Jewort Trewe - 0821) (USS Dennison - Bridge - ACSO - Ensign Dale Bracken - 0825) (Shuttle Topaz - En Route to USS Dennison, Ensign Lewis Nymes - 0730) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-07:44) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-ACMO Lewis Nymes 0800) (USS Dennison-Sickbay - CMO- Admiral Gr'iann -0828) (USS Dennison - Sickbay - ACMO - Ensign Lewis Nymes -0830) (USS Dennison - Airlock - Conn Officer, Ensign JG Xara Lea - 0755) (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Chief OPS - William Galway - 0806) (USS Dennison - Bridge - Conn officer, Ensign JG Xara Lee - 0807) (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Chief OPS - William Galway - 0808) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-08:03) (USS Dennison-Main Engineering-CEO Ryan Maines-0821) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-08:24) (USS Dennison-Sickbay - CMO- Admiral Gr'iann -0832) (USS Dennison-Sickbay - ACMO- Ensign Lewis Nymes -0835) (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0840) (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Chief OPS - William Galway - 0842) (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0840) (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0845) (USS Dennison ? Main Bridge ? ACSO Ens Dale Bracken 0845) (USS Dennison-Sickbay - CMO- Admiral Gr'iann -0840) (USS Dennison - Sickbay - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0850) (USS Dennison-Sickbay - ACMO- Ensign lewis Nymes -0842) (USS Dennison - Sickbay - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0853) (USS Dennison ? Sickbay ? ACSO Ensign Bracken ? 0855) (USS Dennison-Sickbay - CMO- Admiral Gr'iann -0858) (USS Dennison-Sickbay ? ACSO Ensign Dale Bracken -0900) (USS Dennison - Bridge - CSO - Lieutenant Jewort Trewe - 0908) (USS Dennison - Bridge - ACSO ? Ensign Dale Bracken - 0910) (USS Dennison-Counseling Offices - CC- Trace Allel -0858) (USS Dennison-Deck 10, Primary Sickbay-Chief OPS-William Galway-0905) (USS Dennison - Sickbay - ACMO -Ensign Lewis Nymes - 0907) (USS Dennison-Deck 10, Primary Sickbay-Chief OPS-William Galway-0908) (USS Dennison - Sickbay - ACMO - Ensign Lewis Nymes - 0913) (USS Dennison - Sickbay - Conn Officer, Xara Lee - 0925) (USS Dennison-Sickbay - CMO- Admiral Gr'iann -0926) (USS Dennison ? Corridors Outside of Main Engineering/CEO's Office ? CEO Ryan Maines ? 0935) (USS Dennison-Deck 10, Primary Sickbay-Chief OPS-William Galway-0914) (USS Dennison-Chief Engineer's Office-CEO Ryan Maines-0934) (USS Dennison-Deck 18, Main Engineering-Chief OPS-William Galway-0935) (USS Dennison-Bridge-CO Madison Davis-09:42) (USS Dennison, Main Engineering, CEO Ryan Maines, 0945) (USS Dennison-Main Bridge-Chief OPS, William Galway-0945) (USS Dennison - Armory - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0946) (USS Dennison- Ready Room- CMO- Admiral Gr'iann- 1230) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ START OF COMPILE: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ==================================== Mission day: 2 Stardates: 2407.01.18 ==================================== ==================================== (USS Dennison - Sickbay - Lt Cmdr Riis Capstain - 1517) ==================================== "I may be officially a soldier, sir, But i expect to never be called one again. I am a person. Not a machine to be molded to how you want it. And with all due respect, SIR, i was looking out for myself. I have known Trace for years and was making sure that she did not interfere so that my health would be "acheived" faster, and so that I could return to my duties as soon as possible." John turned without a word, and walked out. "Where are we going." Riis quirked an eyebrow and didn't answer him, his orders didn't include being polite. Frankly, too many people had been polite to him about this situation already; it was time for a Trial by Fire. "Let me be straight with you." He said as they navigated the corridors. "I don't care about you, or for you. I am here for one purpose only, to train you lest you become a danger to the ship." He glanced over, "And you are one." He turned his head back and continued to walk. "you will learn shielding, you will learn to filter out the voices... because in the midst of battle, when you are needed the most to cover the Captain should she die, you can -not- be overwhelmed and knocked sprawling. To much rides on this war for you to indulge in some petulant whining. So if you ever again tell me what I can and can't call you, if you even think about giving me orders in regards to your training and how I go about it, you can pack your bags. I am your judge, jury and... if necessary... your executioner." Riis stopped and faced the Commander, "I am -not- your friend. Now, shall I transfer back to the Talons, or are you ready to continue as a Starfleet Officer?" (reply: FO) (posted by Trout) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Riss Capstain's Quarters-John Sasine-1520) ==================================== John walked into the makeshift offce in Capstains visitor quarters. It was noticeably utilitarian, which seemed to fit Capstain. Capstain sat down, and John sat down across from him. (reply Capstain) "Very well. Since you don't want the short version that the Admiral and Captain got, sit back and relax because you will be listening for a while." John took in a breath. "Betazoid pregnancies are very much more fragile than Human pregnancies. The mother must keep care of the fetus much more than Humans do. Also, after the second trimester, the mother can usually feel the fetus's brain. So, it was not hard to notice during one of the many doctor's visits that I had a problem. In fact, my mother has noticed first and gone to visit the physician. She noticed that she could not only tell what I was thinking, but that I could also tell what she was thinking. So, she went to the doctor and the doctor told my mother that I had this condition." John paused again. "This condition made it so that I could only create short-term mental barriers that were easy to break. The condition also made me telepathic at and before birth. Most Betazoids do not become telepathic or empathic until they are teens, although they can hear what the Betazoids around them are projecting into their brain. The condition usually kills the baby soon after birth or even during pregnancy." (reply Capstain) "About ten percent of the babies survive. Normally when they do, they do not live more than twenty or thirty years because of some sort of mental overload. But you see, my parents were wealthy. I was born in a special facility where there were almost no Betazoids around. After birth, my parents were required to leave. There was a mental blocker in the complex, so I could only hear the minds of those that worked with me." (reply Capstain) "They did with me what you are going to do with me now. They would make me create a mental barrier, and then they would destroy it with their minds. Over time, my mental barriers shored up. The telepaths around me actually believed that I would be able to come out as a 'normal' Betazoid. But then my parents were murdered. The facilities funding fell through and I was left on my own. I lived with my grandparents until I was 18, when I joined Starfleet. But there have always been telepaths there where I served to help me with my barriers. That was one of the reasons Trace was here. She has continually helped keep my mind shielded, but it has not been needed much. The only time I really need the support is when we are in a situation when most of the crew is in pain, or highly stressed." (reply Capstain) "I agree. Trust me, I've always been cautious in situations like that, sheltering myself a bit. But you have to realize that my handicap is also my advantage. The same thing that impedes my mental barriers makes my telepathic range farther. And not having those strong barriers allows me to bond with the crew in a special way. Sometimes, I do more counseling then Trace does." (reply Capstain) "Don't worry Lt. I must apologize about that. You must realize how this must frustrate me seeing my history and the current situation, but I am willing to get it over and done with. And I understand why this universe has no reason to trust or believe what I am saying. If I were in yours or the Admirals place, I probably would have done the same thing." (Reply Capstain) "Allright then. I have no problem with that. Lets get started." John sat back in the chair slightly. It was time for the real work to begin. (reply Capstain, any) (Written by Nate) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Personal Quarters - Cmdr Richard Ian Lee - 1610) ==================================== "Another day, another set of temporary quarters." Rich said as he opened his small satchel and pulled out his few personal belongings. There was something to be said for a life without permanent duty station, being a fleet troubleshooter did tend to take care of his itchy feet. On the other hand, it also meant new and not always interesting arrangements on passage. At least these quarters were comfortable, his last assignment had him bunking with an Ensign who had barely worked his way out of acne and stumbled over his tongue every time he went to say 'Commander'. Besides, he'd never been on an Indefatigable before, and he had something of a special interest in ships, seeing as he was a trained structural engineer. He'd been part of the retro-refits of the Sovereign Class, that was the last time he'd really had to ply that particular skill. He'd end up crawling over every square inch of the ship before he was done... but it wouldn't be tonight. Tonight this ship was sailing off into the unknown, probably to horrible death and destruction, and he felt the need for a drink. So with that in mind he tossed his bag in a corner and looked over the sparse quarters. "They'll do." He said as he turned and walked out the door. (USS Dennison - Ten Forward - Cmdr Richard Ian Lee - 1621) "Abrian Whiskey." He said to the bar-tender, from some race he didn't recognize and who only stood about four foot tall. Rich was forced to look nearly straight down at him, which was a shame really... very much of this and he'd throw out his neck. He got his drink in record time though, that was a plus. He took it with a nod of thanks and parked himself by one of the large windows, overlooking space. Every once in a while he had a desire to watch the stars twinkle, this was as good a time as any. (reply: any) (posted by Trout) (USS Dennison-Ten Forward-CO Madison Davis-16:23) Upon walking into ten forward, Madison looked around and spotted just who she wanted to talk to...Lee. After all, he had said that if she had any questions reguarding LoDona's orders to ask. Walking up to him where he sat, she said, "May I?" <> Sitting down, PADD in hand as usual, she said, "I've decided to depart tomorrow at 10:00 hours. Hopefully all departments are up and running by then. Which brings me to my next question...just for how long are you with the Dennison?" (Reply: Lee, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (USS Dennison- Ten Forward - Commander Richard Ian Lee - 16:23) "May I?" Rich turned his head slightly, then nodded to a chair beside the window he was lookout out of. "By all means, Captain." She sat herself, leaving Rich a few more moments of peace. She didn?t look like she was here for pleasure, after all, not with that look on her face and a PADD in hand. "I've decided to depart tomorrow at 10:00 hours. Hopefully all departments are up and running by then. Which brings me to my next question...just for how long are you with the Dennison?" "As long as I am needed," he said as he picked up his glass. "I make my report to the Admiral after two weeks, on how well your crew is assimilating. If I feel I need to stay, odds are he'll accept my recommendation." (reply: CO) (posted by Trout) (USS Dennison-Ten Forward-CO Madison Davis-16:25) "I've decided to depart tomorrow at 10:00 hours. Hopefully all departments are up and running by then. Which brings me to my next question...just for how long are you with the Dennison?" "As long as I am needed," he said as he picked up his glass. "I make my report to the Admiral after two weeks, on how well your crew is assimilating. If I feel I need to stay, odds are he'll accept my recommendation." "Well, you're welcome to stay as long as you like. In the meantime..." She looked over at the waitress coming her way and ordered a drink. "I'll take this as my break for now," she said, flopping her PADD onto the table before her. (Reply: Lee, any) (Posted by: Stacey) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Ten Forward - Cmdr Richard Ian Lee - 16:26) ==================================== Rich drank the last of his beverage as Davis said, "Well, you're welcome to stay as long as you like. In the meantime..." She looked over at the waitress coming her way and ordered a drink. "I'll take this as my break for now," "A bit of relaxation is good for the soul." Rich agreed as he held up his empty glass for the waitress to see. "Especially considering the ship will be on combat ops from the moment she leaves tightly controlled space. I don't know about you, but I find it hard to relax when we could be thrown into the mouth of hell without warning." He paused and looked at Davis, "But then, your universe was even more war torn then mine." He looked around, "I arrived when this fleet was still at peace, none of the wars I'd fought had ever been fought here. We were still rebuilding from the Dominion Wars and these lucky b*stards had never fought it." He thanked the waitress, who had put their drinks on the table as he was talking, and took a sip. If he remembered right, the timeline these poor buggers had arrived from had gone to hell shortly after the Dominion War, something about Earth being destroyed by the Romulans. (reply: Davis) (posted by Trout) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Ten Forward-CO Madison Davis-16:27) ==================================== "A bit of relaxation is good for the soul." Rich agreed as he held up his empty glass for the waitress to see. "Especially considering the ship will be on combat ops from the moment she leaves tightly controlled space. I don't know about you, but I find it hard to relax when we could be thrown into the mouth of hell without warning." He paused and looked at Davis, "But then, your universe was even more war torn then mine." He looked around, "I arrived when this fleet was still at peace, none of the wars I'd fought had ever been fought here. We were still rebuilding from the Dominion Wars and these lucky b*stards had never fought it." "You're right about one thing...my universe was more torn than the one I'm living in right now. I relax very little, but will take what I can get. Hence why I'm taking one before I leave space dock as opposed when I get out there since I know I'll never catch one." As the waitress sat both of their drinks down before them, Lee was the first to grab his drink and pour it down the hatch. Madison however looked out the starport before taking her drink. It was at that moment she realized she had wanted to come to talk about ship's business but instead got caught up in a moment of relaxation, though they were just talking about it. "So I've noticed the crew seems to be taking things better as if they're starting to get along." Madison wasn't sure how she would open up this conversation since she was still in the process of debating whether or not she should. <> "I'm not sure. I knew it would be hard from the beginning since they're semi divided as half and half. But I intend to make this crew a whole crew. After all, they need to learn to rely on others besides me..." <> Taking a sip of her drink, she listened to his response and thought for a moment. (Reply: Lee, any) (Posted by: Stacey) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Ten Forward - Cmdr Richard Ian Lee - 16:29) ==================================== "So I've noticed the crew seems to be taking things better as if they're starting to get along." "Getting there," he agreed as he leaned back in the chair. "Common cause and all that. Did you expect any less?" "I'm not sure. I knew it would be hard from the beginning since they're semi divided as half and half. But I intend to make this crew a whole crew. After all, they need to learn to rely on others besides me..." "That will become easier as your crew homogenizes." He said after a moment. "At this point, you're an anchor for the extra-dimensional crew, all that's left, besides themselves, from their home universe. That particular problem will rear its head, here and there, for as long as you all should live." He brought up his glass, "I've been here for years, and I still long for my home universe. But... since we can't always have what we want..." (reply: Davis) (posted by Trout) ==================================== Mission day: 3 Stardates: 2407.01.19 ==================================== ==================================== (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Ens. (jg) William Galway - 0540) ==================================== "Sir, there is no explanation for my behaviour other than me making a stupid mistake of miscalculating my own shift. I apologize and promise that I will do everything humanly possible to avoid such mistakes in the future." (room for talk with Lt. Trewe if need be) Lt. Trewe nodded and stepped away from the OPS console. Galway quickly took his place. He was trying to keep all his attention at the tasks at hand. He looked at the console asserting the condition it was left in, though he could still feel the looks behind his back... He raised his head and looked all around the bridge. Lt. Trewe, the ship's Chief Science Officer, slowly walked towards his own science console. The rest of the bridge staff was already at their stations. Everyone was busy with their own work, probably using the last hours before the launch to further accommodate themselves with their new surroundings and the responsibilities that they were about to meet... Responsibilities as big as large and complicated was the whole vessel they were about to control. The more important however, was the number of people on the very ship, whose safety they were to oversee. The Ensign at the helm smiled to Galway. "Don't worry, such things just happen." "Oh... yeah." Galway finally relaxed a bit after his run to the bridge. "I just hope they don't happen often." He smiled back and both of them returned their attention to their consoles. ~Alright then. Back to work!~ Galway quickly recalled the USS Dennison roster. Most of the people were already back on the ship but there were still a number of civilians on the shore leave. Although they still had some time, Galway could not allow any slip-ups during the ships launch. Just in case, he quickly written and sent a short memo to the Geneva OPS asking for a Starbase-wide announcement to be made for the crew remaining there. After he sent that one, he issued another, asking Geneva's Flight Operations a reservation in docking time-table to be made for 10:00, so the Dennison could be launched without delays. Galway pressed few other buttons opening the menus with latest division shift reports. The first report to scan through was the one from the Security. It seemed that no incidents of any kind were noted, and the preparations for the launch proceeded without any difficulties. Part of the security personnel was already training, getting accustomed with the ship's internal layout but full simulations and security drills were scheduled for after the launch. Galway thought that he will have to talk with Security about organising drills for civilians, making them accustomed with evacuation procedures, including those aimed at behaviour during ship's separation into Vector Assault Mode. The report further acknowledged the list of people yet to arrive to the Dennison, including a number of Starfleet personnel. That only reminded Galway that, although the ship itself is magnificent, he will have to concentrate on dealing with a considerable amount of petitions about shortages of hands. Although not a critical problem, the lesser number of crew members aboard might damp the flexibility of the ship as a whole, which considering Dennison's power and expected capabilities during that wartime, was to be heavily demanded. The last words were a summary of the offensive and defensive capabilities of the ship and Security division's opinions and suggestions on them. No surprises there. The ship's fire-power armament was simply staggering. Attached was a schedule of tests on Tri-Vector Assault Mode systems later, after the launch. Galway punched several buttons and the Engineering report came onto the console. As William expected, it seemed that all works outside the ship had been finished and the engineers were only left with some tuning of the minor leisure-oriented subsystems and backup protocols to main navigational hardware inside the ship. All the primary systems, especially defensive ones had the priority from the very beginning, however the testing schedule had been extremely long, and was filled just the previous night. Galway launched a level-3 diagnostics of all the ship's primary systems and continued the reading. According to the report, all offensive, defensive, navigational, propulsion, and life-support systems were on-line, fully functional with efficiency at a level of 100%. As the Indefatigable class was a relatively ground-breaking design in the Fleet, there were still a number of extensive testing procedures to be done after the launch. Galway pressed button in the comm interface. "Ensign Galway to Chief Maines." (respond Lt. Maines) "Sorry to bother you Chief, but we are preparing here as well. Just wanted to ask how the things are going down there." Galway asked trying to be as polite as possible as this was his first talk with Lt. Maines. (respond Lt. Maines) "Well, if you are happy, then I am happy as well. Are there any delays expected?" (respond Lt. Maines) "That is great. How are the people keeping up with their assignments? Any problems there?" (respond Lt. Maines) "Hmm... Do you think you could give us a green light on the final pre-flight level-2 diagnostics on the primary systems, or are your people too busy yet? We are starting the show at 1000, after all..." (Reply Lt. Maines, any) (Posted by George) ==================================== (USS Dennison, Main Engineering, Lieutenant Ryan Maines, 0542) ==================================== Ryan had been finishing reports and just walked out into Main Engineering from his office to ensure that the ship was made ready. If they were going to fly this tin can, it needed to be held together with more than yarn and bubble gum. Just as he was giving orders to run a few more tests on the matter and anti-matter inducers, a call came through over the comm system of the ship. "Ensign Galway to Chief Maines." Maines tapped his comm badge. =/\= Maines here... go ahead Ensign. =/\= He said in response, thinking that this might be the operations chief that the Captain had told him of. "Sorry to bother you Chief, but we are preparing here as well. Just wanted to ask how the things are going down there." Galway asked trying to be as polite as possible as this was his first talk with Lt. Maines. =/\= Ahead of schedule, which is a blessing in and of itself. We'll be ready for launch whenever you're ready up there on the bridge. =/\= Maines responded. "Well, if you are happy, then I am happy as well. Are there any delays expected?" =/\= Delays are never expected in the Engineering department Ensign Galway. But that's why we work as hard as we do, to make sure that there's time for delays that are sure to crop up. =/\= He said nodding and signing a PADD, handing it back to the engineering officer that brought it to him. "That is great. How are the people keeping up with their assignments? Any problems there?" =/\= Just the usual difficulty adjusting for those of us not originally from around this neck of the woods. =/\= He said, referring to the slight tension between new and old crew. "Hmm... Do you think you could give us a green light on the final pre-flight level-2 diagnostics on the primary systems, or are your people too busy yet? We are starting the show at 1000, after all..." =/\= She'll be ready to go. I'll start running the diagnostics myself and send the data to you and the Captain. Any other requests? =/\= Maines asked. He was eager to get over his feelings of displacement, and burying himself in work and engineering problems always helped. (Reply Galway, any) (Posted by: Paul) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Ens. (jg) William Galway - 0542) ==================================== "Hmm... Do you think you could give us a green light on the final pre-flight level-2 diagnostics on the primary systems, or are your people too busy yet? We are starting the show at 1000, after all..." =/\= She'll be ready to go. I'll start running the diagnostics myself and send the data to you and the Captain. Any other requests? =/\= "Not at all Chief. It is good to know that the Engineering is in good hands. Galway out." William closed the channel and turned his attention back to his console. There was still much to do. Galway opened up the Flight Control reports. The shuttlebay was already fitted with the proper complement of support crafts, that being: 2 Runabouts, 4 Type 9 and 4 Type 10 Shuttlecrafts. And although those were not perfectly new - all were fully operational. Captain's Yacht was already prepared and refuelled. Apparently, the Flight Control officer on duty was doing his job quite well. Galway pulled up the storage reports and the orders for equipment and other resources for various divisions but all seemed to be taken care of accordingly, fitting Dennison storage facilities of all types with all requested endowment. A part of those were different kinds of unreplicable medicine and a larger than standard, even for ships of that size, number of combat-oriented injuries medical kits. Galway pressed a few buttons and opened up the Medical Department reports. It seemed that all pre-flight preparations were already finished or due to end in the nearest hours. The most advanced medical bio-labs equipment was yet to be configured but the basic medical facilities were prepared and all the crew had been going through the standard full medical, which due to intensive work throughout the whole ship, will be finished in a day or two at maximum. Galway again pressed several buttons in the communication interface. It was the best time to talk with Admiral Gr'iann. Galway hoped that he could make a positive impression during that first talk with such a high-ranking officer, with whom Galway was about to work during the upcoming mission, if not longer. "Chief OPS to Chief Medical." (reply CMO) "Good day Admiral. Not at all - the whole ship is like a living organism unbothered with even the smallest illness, so to say. Just wanted to ask if there is anything in Medical that needs more attention before we launch?" (Reply Admiral Gr'iann, any) (Posted by George) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - CSO - Lieutenant Jewort Trewe - 0603) ==================================== Jewort more than happily moved back to the science station and accessed the controls. He quickly called up the ship's schematics and began to pour over them. Everything seemed to be functioning properly, he felt a sudden surge of pride. Over twenty years he'd worked on this design, at first on Utopia Planetia before Doenitz pushed him out and then on Spacedock Phoenix for the last few, and now he was going to see it fly. He suppressed the desire to clap his hands and squeal with glee over seeing his baby finally disembarking. Jewort touched a few controls and brought up the magnetic interlocks. He was pleased to see that the Chief Engineer had taken his concerns seriously. There was more than enough power to the interlocks. The ship was going to stay together. Now, he hoped that the new Chief of Ops could keep that constant. He looked over at the Ensign. "Mr. Galway, I should warn you. Despite years of revision and work on this design, there is a flaw with the magnetic interlocks that we couldn't correct. If you see the power level you have on your board going to them, you cannot allow it to go below that amount when we're at warp, otherwise the struts holding the craft together will sheer off and we'll be in multi-vector mode whether we like it or not," stated Jewort directly. (Reply Galway) "Its still being worked on, eventually I will correct the problem and it will be fixed. At that point we will advise you of the new power requirements. However, it will always be necessary for this design to have a certain level going to the magnetic locking mechanism," replied Jewort, "The design is slightly more complex than one might think." (reply Galway) (Posted by Jeff) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Transporter Room 1 - Tac/Sec - Lt. Khran - 0610) ==================================== Khran materialized on board the transporter pad, standing tall and pound. When it was finished he strolled off the pad and nodded to the cadet at the console, before throwing his back over his shoulder and walking out the door (USS Dennison - Corridor - Tac/Sec - Lt. Khran - 0612) Khran walked down towards the turbolift in an annoyed mood. His attempts to find out the roster of the ship before he arrived were unsuccessful, only three officers were listed on board. A Ops Officer, a Science Officer and the Medical Officer. Khran had filed a official request with Starfleet Command, as it was his duty to know any security risks, but they denied him. He pulled in favors with five officers in the command ranks, but they, couldn't find anything on the remaining 1396 crewmen on board the USS Dennison. He arrived at the turbolift and entered. When the doors had closed, he ordered, "Deck 1, Main Bridge." And with that, the car began to move upward. (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Tac/Sec - Lt. Khran - 0615) Khran emerged from the turbolift and looked around. A few officers, but no sign of the captain. Khran spotted a young officer at Ops. He walked over. "Ensign, identify yourself," Khran commanded. (reply Galway) ~Ah, finally, one of the lucky three roster files I was allowed access...~ Khran thought, trying to remember information about Galway's file. "I am Lt. Khran, new Chief Tactical Officer and Security Chief for this ship. Can you please direct me to the captain of this ship?" Khran demanded. (reply Galway, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Ens. (jg) William Galway - 0603) ==================================== Galway was preparing the final summary of the ship's readiness for launch, when he heard Lt. Trewe's loud voice from the back of the Bridge. "Mr. Galway, I should warn you..." Galway turned around at his seat at front of the Bridge. "...Despite years of revision and work on this design, there is a flaw with the magnetic interlocks that we couldn't correct. If you see the power level you have on your board going to them, you cannot allow it to go below that amount when we're at warp, otherwise the struts holding the craft together will sheer off and we'll be in multi-vector mode whether we like it or not," stated Jewort directly. Galway turned his head to glimpse at the power distribution readouts. "Understood..." He confirmed turning back again. This was some important news. The malfunction of such a critical system that would occur under any circumstances, not even mentioning any combat scenario, when not properly taken care of - would be truly devastating to the ship and probably a number of crew members. "I understand that there is virtually no possibility of repairing the malfunction before the launch?" Galway asked more with intention of expressing his understanding of the problem rather than interest in an answer he could already imagine. "Its still being worked on, eventually I will correct the problem and it will be fixed. At that point we will advise you of the new power requirements. However, it will always be necessary for this design to have a certain level going to the magnetic locking mechanism," replied Jewort, "The design is slightly more complex than one might think." "Naturally, Sir. Will keep that in mind." Seeing that Lt. Trewe finished, Galway turned back to the console. ~ More complex than one might think... Right. ~ Galway was really surprised that the information Lt. Trewe just mentioned wasn't stated in any of the Indefatigable class technical specifications at the time. A flaw of that magnitude could became a tremendous tactical disadvantage. A disadvantage an enemy might easily use to his cause... And that probably was the reason why no data Galway received prior to coming to the USS Dennison contained such information. It was war, after all. Espionage was not unheard of. Anyway, Galway didn't intend to complain about the problem - Lt. Trewe was an experienced Science officer and a more than skilled technician. William remembered that it was Dennison's CSO name stated on the long list of Indefatigable class designers. A project that had it's roots on Spacedock Phoenix, and no people working there ever had to be reminded of anything. Galway sighed. He raised the power diverted to the magnetic interlocks by 1 percent, just in case, and quickly set up a monitoring routine that would raise an appropriate alarm if the energy delivered falls anywhere below that. After doing so, he wrote a memo about the interlocks' heightened energy consumption, not stating any reasons for the current situation, and sent it to his assistants that would man the station on the other shifts. He then got back to finishing his report and the moment he put the last dot in the final sentence he heard a turbolift door opening. He turned around to see a man in a yellow collar. He did not requested a permission to enter the Bridge, and it isn't often for one to see an Andorian around, so it had to be... ~ Our new TAC/SC! ~ The new senior officer, one Lt. Khran, took a look around the Bridge and after seeing Galway, he approached. Galway stood up. "Ensign, identify yourself," Khran commanded. "Sir, I am Ensign, junior grade, William Galway. General Operations Officer, Sir." "I am Lt. Khran, new Chief Tactical Officer and Security Chief for this ship. Can you please direct me to the captain of this ship?" "Naturally, Sir. Captain is in her Ready Room. I will introduce you in a second, please." Galway quickly pushed several buttons at the edge of the console, one of which sent the report he just written to the Captain. "We haven't been expecting you so early, Lieutenant. Your shuttle was due to arrive in about an hour. I hope that it didn't influenced the trip from the Pillar of Autumn in any negative way." Galway said with smile, hoping to make a positive impression on the Andorian. In fact, Galway always found that he himself put more respect towards other races serving in the Fleet, just like it would be harder for them because they were somehow alien... Which basically was not true, as the Federation and Starfleet were, by theory, multi-species organisations where most of the members had equal rights. Still, Galway never thought about it thoroughly but got used to such harmless behavioural trait of his and believed it was part of his own empathy. In a couple more seconds an OPS officer came out of one of the Bridge turbolifts to replace Galway at the OPS station. When the officer handed Galway a PADD and took his place, William pointed in the direction of the Ready Room. "Sir, if you follow me, please." When they reached the door, Galway pressed the chime and after hearing the familiar voice speaking "Come in." he let mr. Khran go in first and then he followed himself. He came to attention. At that moment Captain looked like any other officer on the Ship. Working. Buried under a pile of PADDs of various sizes. (reply Captain) "Ma'am, I wanted to introduce Lt. Khran. He received posting on USS Dennison as a Chief SEC/TAC." Galway made a short pause so Captain Davis could look at the new officer. "I won't be disturbing you any more, will just add that I have completed the final pre-flight report, as ordered. It was already sent to you, Ma'am..." Then Galway noticed that strange Captain's look. He himself was new to the Fleet but he knew what look was that almost instinctively. It was a look of a busy man. Galway glimpsed at the pile of PADDs once more. "... To put it short: The ship is in perfect condition. All divisions report flight readiness. And now," He looked at Lt. Khran. "The ship is perfectly ready for departure at 1000. You will receive a separate report from Engineering on a Level-2 diagnostics of all primary systems." (reply Captain) Galway again came to attention. "Aye. Captain. Lieutenant." And he left the office. He then approached the Science console where Lt. Trewe was working. "Sir, I have compiled a list of in-flight tests and configurations that were requested by the Engineering division, scheduled after Dennison's departure, that in any way may interfere with normal operation of equipment usually utilized by the Science personnel. I am afraid that includes short temporary shut down of the Navigational Deflector and one of the sensor strips - both are first on the list." Galway pressed a couple of LCARS commands on the PADD, bringing up the list he spoke of, and handed it to Lt. Trewe. (reply Captain, Lt. Trewe, any) (Posted by George) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Tac/Sec - Lt. Khran - 0617) ==================================== "Naturally, Sir. Captain is in her Ready Room. I will introduce you in a second, please," Galway said. Khran nodded quickly. ~I don't have time for this...~ Khran thought impatiently. "We haven't been expecting you so early, Lieutenant. Your shuttle was due to arrive in about an hour. I hope that it didn't influenced the trip from the Pillar of Autumn in any negative way," Galway said, smiling. "The Pillar of Autumn was due to set off on a patrol of the deep space regions for rumored Doenitz activity. The captain saw fit to have me leave early before they left," Khran explained, even though he didn't see the point. He didn't have to explain himself to anyone expect the captain. After a few moments of standing around, another operations officer walked in and replaced Galway, while Galway lead Khran into the Captain's Ready Room. (USS Dennison - Ready Room - Tac/Sec - Lt. Khran - 0621) Khran followed Galway into the room, and walked in and saw the captain. She was shorter than most humans, and had red hair. Khran stood next to Galway and waited to be introduced. "Ma'am, I wanted to introduce Lt. Khran. He received posting on USS Dennison as a Chief SEC/TAC," Galway paused a moment, "I won't be disturbing you any more, will just add that I have completed the final pre-flight report, as ordered. It was already sent to you, Ma'am..." Another pause. Khran wondered if something was wrong with Galway. He made a note to look in his file for any earlier reports of odd behavior. "....To put it short: The ship is in perfect condition. All divisions report flight readiness. And now, the ship is perfectly ready for departure at 1000. You will receive a separate report from Engineering on a Level-2 diagnostics of all primary systems," Galway said, finishing his report. ~I haven't approved my tactical/security division for departure...~ Khran thought to himself, but he assumed it was in good order. (reply Davis) Following the captain's words, Galway stood at attention, and then left the office. Once he was gone, Khran stepped forward and centered himself in her view. "Captain. My transfer order," Khran said, pulling a PADD from his bag and handing it to the Captain. (reply Davis, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-06:11) ==================================== Sipping on her third cup of coffee for the day, Madison had gotten an early rise even though she hadn't gone to bed early the night before. Excitement and disturbing dreams both kept her from being able to get a good night's sleep. As for right now, she would just chalk it all up to 'excitement' in hopes the bad dreams would eventually subside. Putting down her cup after taking a sip, she started to stare off into space and let the images overtake her mind once more. ~Captain, we have one more planet to survey and our mission will be complete......What's out there? It's like some kind of.....*Flash*......~ That was it....there was a loud noise and a big flash and they were all unconscious, just laying around for someone to...... Beep beep boop boop. The chime to Madison's door snapped her back to reality, and she said, "Come in!" "Ma'am, I wanted to introduce Lt. Khran. He received posting on USS Dennison as a Chief SEC/TAC." "Ahh yes, Lt. Khran." "I won't be disturbing you any more, will just add that I have completed the final pre-flight report, as ordered. It was already sent to you, Ma'am..." "Yes, thank you Mr. Galway. Your first report was very thorough and much appreciated," said Madison, in an attempt to hurry this along so she could finish up checking the other reports that lay stacked on her desk. "... To put it short: The ship is in perfect condition. All divisions report flight readiness. And now," He looked at Lt. Khran. "The ship is perfectly ready for departure at 1000. You will receive a separate report from Engineering on a Level-2 diagnostics of all primary systems." Nodding a curt nod, she said, "Thank you Ensign, good job. If that is all, you're dismissed." "Aye. Captain. Lieutenant." With that, she watched as Galway left her ready room, and she was able to focus her attention on her newest chief tactical officer. "Captain. My transfer order," Khran said, as he pulled a PADD from his bag and handed it to Madison. Taking the PADD from him, she reviewed it, then started in with her normal greeting mode. "Lt. Khran, as you've probably gathered we're scheduled for departure at 10:00 hours. If I were you I'd take this time to get fully aquainted with any bridge operations systems you're unfamiliar with. Fortunatly you don't have to make a report to me as I've already had one submitted from someone before your arrival. If you have any questions reguarding any of the ship's systems and I'm not available, Lt. Trewe seems to be up on his knowledge of things around here. I'd also like to note that around here we arrive on time for duty shifts. I've already had one ensign be late this morning and I'd rather not like it happen again......" Taking a breath and sighing simultaneously, she stopped and held out her hand. "Welcome aboard the Dennison," she said, shaking hands with her newest Lieutenant. She always seemed like she was coming down hard on those who were new on the ship, but she always got her point across, which is all she needed to do. (Reply: Khran, any) (Posted by: Stacey) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Ready Room - Tac/Sec - Lt. Khran - 0627) ==================================== "Lt. Khran, as you've probably gathered we're scheduled for departure at 10:00 hours. If I were you I'd take this time to get fully acquainted with any bridge operations systems you're unfamiliar with. Fortunately you don't have to make a report to me as I've already had one submitted from someone before your arrival. If you have any questions regarding any of the ship's systems and I'm not available, Lt. Trewe seems to be up on his knowledge of things around here. I'd also like to note that around here we arrive on time for duty shifts. I've already had one ensign be late this morning and I'd rather not like it happen again..." Khran nodded and smiled. ~Good, then she won't mind if I punish security officers who are late,~ Khran thought to himself with an inner pleasure of what he would do if his security staff wasn't up to his standards. "Welcome aboard the Dennison," Captain Davis said, holding out her hand. Khran gave into the human custom and shook her hand, then stepped back. "Thank you, Captain. I do not tolerate being late either, so you not have to worry about me being late," Khran explained. (reply Davis, iyw) "Captain, before I go off to my station, I noticed that I have a lack of roster files for most of the crew. I know it is not important, but has Security Chief, I like to filter the crew for possible," Khran stopped and smiled, "troublesome crewmembers. When can I expect a complete roster?" Khran asked. (reply Davis, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-06:28) ==================================== "Welcome aboard the Dennison," Captain Davis said, holding out her hand. Khran gave into the human custom and shook her hand, then stepped back. "Thank you, Captain. I do not tolerate being late either, so you not have to worry about me being late," Khran explained. Nodding in response, she then listened as Khran continued. "Captain, before I go off to my station, I noticed that I have a lack of roster files for most of the crew. I know it is not important, but as Security Chief, I like to filter the crew for possible," Khran stopped and smiled, "troublesome crewmembers. When can I expect a complete roster?" Khran asked. ~I think I'm going to like this new chief of mine,~ thought Madison. Thinking for a moment, she then said, "I'll have one out to you before we depart. Until then Mr. Khran....." With that she motioned for the door. She watched as he snapped to attention, then turned on his heel and left her ready room. "Roster, roster, roster," she whispered to herself repeatedly. Just one more thing to add to her already growing pile. Crash! Looking over at her desk, she could actually see a better part of it. Then her gaze was directed to her floor, where about 2/3's of the PADDs lay. "I think that about dictates my priorities," she said aloud, and went to collect them. (Reply: Any, none) (Posted by: Stacey) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Bridge - Lieutenant Jewort Trewe - 0617) ==================================== Ensign Galway walked up to Jewort carrying a PADD and began to speak, ""Sir, I have compiled a list of in-flight tests and configurations that were requested by the Engineering division, scheduled after Dennison's departure, that in any way may interfere with normal operation of equipment usually utilized by the Science personnel. I am afraid that includes short temporary shut down of the Navigational Deflector and one of the sensor strips - both are first on the list." Jewort sighed deeply and looked at the Ensign. He could understand the point of telling him about sensor strips, but the navigational deflector? The captain would have to be apprised of this immediately. "Is engineering aware that the navigational deflector is essential for our departure? They have to get that up and running before we depart. Incidentally, we don't use the Navigational Deflector, the helm does." (Reply Galway) "You are aware that we can't fly without that piece of equipment. If we try to a small rock could punch through the hull in warp and end our journey before it starts. That has to be made a priority. We have to get it running. I can briefly do without sensor strips, but if we don't get that deflector running before 0900 we won't be going anywhere," stated Jewort rolling his eyes. He wasn't sure why he was being told about the Navigational Deflector anyway. Navigation was the job of the helm and the fact that it wasn't working was a major problem. The starship was crippled without it. (Reply Galway) (Posted by Jeff) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Bridge - CSO - Lieutenant Jewort Trewe - 0628) ==================================== While Galway tried to deal with the deflector dish problem, Jewort tapped his comm badge. He felt more uneasy as each passing second ticked by. "Captain, I just thought you should know that for some reason Engineering has planned on taking the navigational deflector offline after we depart. I'm not sure if people are actually aware of what this will do. I have asked Mr. Galway to ensure that the deflector stays online after we depart and go to warp as I'm sure we all would prefer not to have a micrometeor sail through our craniums," Jewort felt a great deal of concern suddenly for his ship due to either the engineers on board, or other crew that didn't seem to know what piece of equipment did what. (Reply Davis) "Captain Davis, with these sorts of issues and difficulties with protocol we may have difficulty getting underway," ~or staying alive~, "is there anything you'd like me to do to ensure that we're properly functional? This ship has just been refitted and tested, I have no idea why engineering or any other department has waited until now to decide to do high level diagnostics on systems," stated Jewort directly. He didn't want to give the captain a hard time, but at the same time, she had to be aware of his concerns as it could affect everyone on the ship. (Reply Davis) (Posted by Jeff) (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-06:30) ~If I don't get out from these PADDs and out onto the bridge soon everyone will think I've abandoned them or disappeared,~ she thought, putting a medical PADD aside that she had signed off on. =^=Captain, I just thought you should know that for some reason Engineering has planned on taking the navigational deflector offline after we depart. I'm not sure if people are actually aware of what this will do. I have asked Mr. Galway to ensure that the deflector stays online after we depart and go to warp as I'm sure we all would prefer not to have a micrometeor sail through our craniums.=^= "Why is engineering taking the navigational deflector offline to begin with?" She asked aloud, then sputtered off her next phrase. "Nevermind that, I'll deal with that. What will our status be once that's done?" Rubbing her forehead, she wondered why no one from engineering themselves had even informed her of such a decision. These were Starfleet graduates, didn't they know how to follow protocol, or was it just because she was too used to the 29th century? =^=Captain Davis, with these sorts of issues and difficulties with protocol we may have difficulty getting underway. Is there anything you'd like me to do to ensure that we're properly functional? This ship has just been refitted and tested, I have no idea why engineering or any other department has waited until now to decide to do high level diagnostics on systems,=^= stated Jewort directly. Furrowing her brow, Madison was not going to put off her departure time. They already had enough to deal with. She supposed they could do that on the fly with the deflector, but she preferred not to. "Just keep an eye on the systems. If anything goes wrong or looks wrong in the slightest, let me know. If you feel like giving a helping hand to speed things up, that is also up to you." <> "I'll be contacting engineering shortly to get a good reason as to why they're taking this offline. If it's not essential, I may make them wait." <> "Understood, Davis out." Closing communications, she then re-opened them with engineering. "Davis to engineering, why is the navigational deflector being taken offline?" (Reply: Engineering, any) (Posted by: Stacey) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Tac/Sec - Lt. Khran - 0634) ==================================== Following being dismissed by the captain, Khran left the ready room and walked directly to the tactical station. Dropping his bag at his feet, Khran checked out the basic operations of the system. The ship was quiet advanced, weaponry wise. Khran smiled. ~I will enjoy battle with this ship,~ he thought to himself, and began daydreams of his fingers delivering critical torpedo hits to Doenitz' flagship. After a few moments to himself, Khran took a look around the bridge and saw a green Rigelian talking and overheard, "..-micrometeor sail through our craniums-..." Khran stopped, and waited a few minutes until the Rigelian had finished his conversation, then approached him. "I suppose you are Lt. Trewe, one of the few crew files I received on my trip here. I am Lt. Khran, this vessel's Chief Tactical and Security Officer," Khran said, nodding to the Rigelian. (reply Trewe) "So, you've been here for a few days, tell me, Lieutenant, what is your opinion on the crew?" Khran asked, hoping for an honest opinion from his fellow non-human. (reply Trewe, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Bridge - CSO - Lieutenant Jewort Trewe - 0636) ==================================== After discussing the issue at hand, an Andorian Lieutenant approached him. "I suppose you are Lt. Trewe, one of the few crew files I received on my trip here. I am Lt. Khran, this vessel's Chief Tactical and Security Officer," Khran said, nodding to Jewort. Jewort looked at the man for a second, "You suppose right, and my crew file should be around. I've been around for a long time, as I'm sure you know. If you're any kind of a security officer you'll know a good deal more about me than that. So... are you any kind of a security officer?" Jewort looked at the Andorian unflinchingly in the eye as the two warrior species came face to face.Three hundred years ago, they would have been locked in battle with each other, now they were allies. Still, some of the posturing remained. Jewort knew, that he had more in common with the Andorian than any human on the crew. He also knew that the average Andorian was as sarcastic as he was. "So, you've been here for a few days, tell me, Lieutenant, what is your opinion on the crew?" Khran asked, hoping for an honest opinion from his fellow non-human. Jewort looked at the Security Officer and shrugged his shoulders. "Whats to have an opinion on? Only a few of us actually exist as far as Starfleet is concerned. Hard to have an opinion on people who have no backgrounds. So far they haven't caused the ship to fall apart or blow up. We'll see how it goes once we leave spacedock though. I suppose if I had to die in flames anywhere I'd rather it be on board this ship. How about you, what's your opinion?" (Reply Khran) (Posted by Jeff) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0638) ==================================== "You suppose right, and my crew file should be around. I've been around for a long time, as I'm sure you know. If you're any kind of a security officer you'll know a good deal more about me than that. So... are you any kind of a security officer?" and following that statement, Khran and Trewe had a sort of nonverbal face off, has they glared at each other. "I am quite a qualified security officer. At least one of us follows our warrior heritage by still working in a combat position instead of designing ships and running sensor sweeps on rouge comets," Khran said to Trewe. His voice lowered in volume, but got louder in intensity. (reply Trewe, iyw) "So, you've been here for a few days, tell me, Lieutenant, what is your opinion on the crew?" Khran asked, hoping for an honest opinion from his fellow non-human. Khran watched Trewe shrug his shoulders. "Whats to have an opinion on? Only a few of us actually exist as far as Starfleet is concerned. Hard to have an opinion on people who have no backgrounds. So far they haven't caused the ship to fall apart or blow up. We'll see how it goes once we leave spacedock though. I suppose if I had to die in flames anywhere I'd rather it be on board this ship. How about you, what's your opinion?" Khran stopped and thought about it. "Well, I haven't met my security or tactical staff yet. The captain seems hardworking, for a woman who doesn't exist..." Khran said with a slight snicker, "and that young fellow at Ops seems a bit overeager to please..." Khran said, nodding towards Galway. (reply Trewe, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Bridge - CSO - Lieutenant Jewort Trewe - 0636) ==================================== "I am quite a qualified security officer. At least one of us follows our warrior heritage by still working in a combat position instead of designing ships and running sensor sweeps on rouge comets," Khran said to Trewe. His voice lowered in volume, but got louder in intensity. Jewort's eyes pierced through the man, "Someone has to build the ships you try to kill things with. Without me, you'd have no glorious battles," then Jewort let out a low laugh, "Without me, you wouldn't have anyone to spar with except fleshy pink bags on board. Now, what do you really want, neither one of us is getting any younger." "So, you've been here for a few days, tell me, Lieutenant, what is your opinion on the crew?" Khran asked, hoping for an honest opinion from his fellow non-human. Khran watched Trewe shrug his shoulders. "Whats to have an opinion on? Only a few of us actually exist as far as Starfleet is concerned. Hard to have an opinion on people who have no backgrounds. So far they haven't caused the ship to fall apart or blow up. We'll see how it goes once we leave spacedock though. I suppose if I had to die in flames anywhere I'd rather it be on board this ship. How about you, what's your opinion?" Khran stopped and thought about it. "Well, I haven't met my security or tactical staff yet. The captain seems hardworking, for a woman who doesn't exist..." Khran said with a slight snicker, "and that young fellow at Ops seems a bit overeager to please..." Khran said, nodding towards Galway. Jewort nodded towards the Ensign, "He exists. I have no problems with him. He's new, but at least he exists. I tend to prefer working with officers that exist. I agree, the Captain does seem hardworking, as does most of the crew, but existance is generally a prerequisite for serving on a Starfleet vessel, unless you know about a rule change I don't." Jewort knew at this point he was going to enjoy serving with the Andorian. He was gruff and as sarcastic as he was, but these were qualities that Jewort understood and could respect. (Reply Khran) (Posted by Jeff) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Deflector Control Room - CEO - Lt. Maines - 0638) ==================================== If it wasn't one thing, it was another. Maglocks, Sensors, now the Nav Deflector control was malfunctioning. Why did everything Ryan touched have to fall apart? He was an Engineer for crying out loud. Everything he touched was supposed to magically work after he hit it with a wrench a few times. He cursed as he finished rerouting several circuitry chips. =/\= All right Russel, cut power to the reserve maglocks by one third. =/\= Ryan said over his communicator badge, watching the boards light up as power flowed through them to the navigational deflector. =/\= Fanbloodytastic. Keep the reserve maglocks running on minimal levels only and put that power to the Navigational Deflector. =/\= He ordered, climbing up the ladder towards the main entrance to the deflector control room. As he wiped some sweat from his brow and headed towards Main Engineering, he tapped his comm badge once more. =/\= Maines to Bridge, Navigational Deflector Control is functional and operating within specified parameters. I'll have to pull power from the reserve maglocks though, so don't give us too bumpy a ride until I can sort the problem out properly. =/\= He reported to the bridge. If it wasn't one thing it was another, and he half expected someone to come back yelling at him that it wasn't done quickly enough. (Reply anyone on the bridge) (Posted by: Paul) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0638) ==================================== Trewe nodded towards Galway. "He exists. I have no problems with him. He's new, but at least he exists. I tend to prefer working with officers that exist. I agree, the Captain does seem hardworking, as does most of the crew, but existence is generally a prerequisite for serving on a Starfleet vessel, unless you know about a rule change I don't," he said. Khran smiled. "Maybe they replaced the lazy and stupid crewmembers with nonexistent ones." (reply Trewe) "Well, Lieutenant. I'm going to head to the quartermaster and get assigned my quarters," Khran said, nodding to his bag still resting near the floor of the tactical station. "If you'll excuse me," Khran said to the Rigelian. He quickly grabbed his bag and headed into the turbolift and set off towards the quartermaster's office to be assigned his quarters for his tour of duty onboard the Dennison. (reply Trewe, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0717) ==================================== After getting assigned his quarters, and settling into them, Khran had a breakfast (alone, in his quarters, choosing not to dine in a lounge) and then returned to the bridge. He strolled out of the turbolift and spotted Ensign Galway, at Ops. Khran walked over to him. "Ensign, is the ship still on schedule to depart at 1000?" (reply Galway) Khran nodded, "Very good, ensign," Khran said to the young man, before heading back to his tactical station. He checked it over, and once again, everything appeared to be in order. Khran leaned back and looking at the ceiling, sighing heavily. He hated waiting around in space dock. Khran decided to put his time to good use, and stood up and entered the turbolift. (USS Dennison - Phaser Range - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0722) Khran entered the range, carrying a compression rifle on his back. He stood in the center circle and put the rifle in his hands, and turned off the safety. "Computer, begin target practice program, Level 8," Khran ordered. The computer gave a familiar sound, and various multicolored circles appeared and began to move around Khran. One by one, Khran spun around, shooting each one, directly in the center. Once they had been shot, they disappeared. After a few minutes, they all had disappeared. [Level 8 Complete, 100% Accuracy.] The computer reported. Khran laughed. "Perhaps Level 8 is too easy. Computer, begin level 9," Khran said. Again, the circles appeared, however, they moved faster than before, and slightly up and down. Khran had to move quicker to shoot them. Finally, on the last one, he missed, and hit it on the edge, instead of the center. Khran swore loudly. [Level 9 Complete, 98% Accuracy.] Khran swore again. He held the rifler tighter than before. "Computer, begin Level 9 again," Khran said, smiling devilishly. (reply none, Galway, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Chief OPS - William Galway - 0717) ==================================== Galway was still sitting at the OPS station in front of the Bridge. The one single Starfleet capital ship designers' decision he could not comprehend was placing the OPS station in front of the Bridge, right before the viewscreen. Galway was responsible for the cooperation between the Bridge officers and the coordination of information flow around all divisions. Every time someone was entering the Bridge or Galway's attention was needed he had to turn around. The chair was rotational but the strain on his neck could already be felt. There were much more important matters at hand so he just decided to ask Lt. Trewe about it, whenever there will be an a opportunity. ~ Well, nothing one can't get use to ~ He thought with a grin, taking it as one of those great many things he will have to get use to. While he was focusing back on the constant flow of reports and statistics he heard doors of one of the turbolifts opening. He looked back just to see if it was another newcomer. However, it was Lt. Khran who approached Galway. "Ensign, is the ship still on schedule to depart at 1000?" "Of course, Sir. If we had any delay you would be one of first officers to be informed." "Very good, ensign." Lt. Khran just turned around and went to his own tactical station, relieving the security officer who was overseeing it. Galway turned back to the console. Instictively he glanced at the power levels for the maglocks. Everything was in order. He got back to the crew rosters, and especially the last newcomers expected and their estimated arrival times. If some of them are be late, they will have to be taken onboard during the flight, which is never a good thing when the ship is hurrying into a mission. The console gave a double beep and a message have arrived on the console's LCARS interface. ~ At last. ~ He turned around. Lt. Khran was already gone, however. "Computer where is Lt. Khran?" [Lt. Khran just left a turbolift. He is outside Holodeck 2.] Galway was thinking for a few seconds. ~ A good time to take a couple of minutes break. ~ He pressed several buttons. After half a minute an OPS officer emerged from one of the turbolifts to take over the OPS station. Galway entered the turbolift himself. "Deck 8, holodeck 2." (USS Dennison - Deck 8, holodeck 2 - Chief OPS - William Galway - 0725) Galway left the turbolift and walked up to the holodeck's entry. He took a look at the holodeck control panel. ~ Phaser range... ~ Galway had met Andorian warriors before, a couple of them were lecturers at his Security courses, but he never saw one in real action. The doors opened as Galway approached. He walked inside. Lt. Khran, equipped with a compression rifle, was blowing one disk after another, without a smallest hesitation. He hit every disk in its very centre, which with the speed of the flying rings, required quite a precision. Galway just watched in silence, it seemed that the round won't last very long anyway. Finally Lt. Khran shot down the last disk. [Level 9 Complete, 100% Accuracy.] The computer voice acknowledged Khran's mastery. Khran then turned to Galway. "I wanted to inform you that full crew roster have been prepared for you. I apologize this hadn't been done earlier but with the constant flow of the new crew members we had to revise the clearances one by one. The full roster and access to any information you desire should be available to you whenever you decide to examine them." (reply Lt. Khran, any) (Posted by George) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Phaser Range - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0728) ==================================== Khran, more focused, once again shot down all the disks in the phaser range. He silently congradulated himself, when Ensign Galway stepped out of the shadows. ~I should of known he was there!~ Khran said, cursing himself that he didn't notice the human. "I wanted to inform you that full crew roster have been prepared for you. I apologize this hadn't been done earlier but with the constant flow of the new crew members we had to revise the clearances one by one. The full roster and access to any information you desire should be available to you whenever you decide to examine them," Galway said. "Is that all, Ensign?" Khran asked. (reply Galway) "Very well, your dismissed," Khran said to the junior officer. (reply Galway) When Galway had gone, Khran reset his grip on his compression rifle. "Computer, begin Level 10," the computer complied, and the program restarted. (reply Galway, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Deck 8, holodeck 2 - Chief OPS - William Galway - 0729) ==================================== Khran, more focused, once again shot down all the disks in the phaser range. He silently congratulated himself, when Ensign Galway stepped out of the shadows. ~I should of known he was there!~ Khran said, cursing himself that he didn't notice the human. For a slight moment Galway saw, what he thought to be a faint shadow of surprise on Khran's face. A fraction of a second later the sudden emotion was gone, or concealed perfectly. Galway believed that it was strange that Kran hadn't heard the Holodeck exit opening. Could he been so lost in the firefight that he didn't notice Galway entering? That posed a number of interesting questions... "I wanted to inform you that full crew roster have been prepared for you. I apologize this hadn't been done earlier but with the constant flow of the new crew members we had to revise the clearances one by one. The full roster and access to any information you desire should be available to you whenever you decide to examine them," Galway said. "Is that all, Ensign?" Khran asked. Galway hesitated for a second. It was a good opportunity to know Khran a bit better. The predictability of the fellow officers' action was the basis of efficient cooperation during the times of crisis. "I see Lieutenant, that you are quite skilled at short and medium range..." Galway didn't even bother to mention the word *shooting* when speaking to the Andorian. "...I myself do quite well at longer distances. In fact, I plan to run a little covert assault simulation when I have a bit of free time. Perhaps we could pair up for such a scenario. After all, practice never hurts." (reply Lt. Khran) "Than I will be looking forward to it, Sir." "Very well, your dismissed," Khran said to the junior officer. "Aye aye, Sir." Galway silently turned around and walked out of the Holodeck. When Galway had gone, Khran reset his grip on his compression rifle. "Computer, begin Level 10," the computer complied, and the program restarted. (reply Lt. Khran, any) (Posted by George) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Phaser Range - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0728) ==================================== Khran waited for Galway to answer his question, "I see Lieutenant, that you are quite skilled at short and medium range..." a pause, Khran grinned, "...I myself do quite well at longer distances. In fact, I plan to run a little covert assault simulation when I have a bit of free time. Perhaps we could pair up for such a scenario. After all, practice never hurts." Khran sighed, and thought about it. He had planned to get know Trewe and Gr'iann better, since he generally related to non-humans, but it wouldn't hurt. "Very well, Ensign. We shall conduct it the first time we are off duty after the ship launches," Khran said. "Than I will be looking forward to it, Sir," Galway said. "Very well, your dismissed," Khran said to the Ensign. "Aye aye, Sir." Galway said before leaving. When Galway had gone, Khran reset his grip on his compression rifle. "Computer, begin Level 10," the computer complied, and the program restarted. (reply none, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) ==================================== (Shuttlecraft, En route to Starbase Geneva. Ensign(jg) Dale Bracken ? 0730) ==================================== Dale slumped back in the seat that she occupied having tried in vain to stretch out a bit. Like all shuttles, this was hardly spacious, and it felt like she had been on board an eternity. In fact it had only been a few hours, but still her body cried out for some exercise and maybe a drink or two. The last 24 hours had been a wild rush of epic proportions. Less than 24 hours ago she had been through the trials that formed part of her assessment for graduation from the academy. Normally, or at least most of the time this would have at lest earned a night out on the town, the Admiral had said as much. This time however it had earned her a rush pack job and a quick few goodbyes before catching a shuttle to rendezvous with the Dennison at Starbase Geneva, as the Dennison was due out at 1000 the next day. The trip had been very mixed. She had exchanged pleasantries, and chatted a while with one or two other passengers, but as the time went on, she and indeed they, had either fallen into a very introspective frame of mind or dozed off completely and the conversation had gradually died. Dale let her mind wander, far beyond the confines of the shuttle, she allowed it to run unfettered, with no train of thought, no focus. Images, some recent others years and years old flashed through her psyche. Some of these made her chuckle out loud, temporarily bringing her to her senses before the randomness of her thought patterns sending her off to times and places long since distant. ~Were there any Empaths on board~ she thought innanely during a lucid moment ~they must be picking up some really odd chatter~ that thought alone amusing her. (Starbase Geneva, Ensign(jg) Dale Bracken 0800) A tap on the shoulder. ?Ensign? Dale shook herself awake, looking up to the face of one of the shuttle crew. ~Nodded off, Damn~ ?Sorry, must have dozed off ? We at Geneva?? ?Yes Ensign, It?s all change. I understand that you?re bound for the Dennison? Best get a move on, She?s due out in two hours. That?s not much time round here.? The young crewman replied, his face helpful. ?More rush, why does that not surprise me?? ?Ensign?? She waved a hand dismissively, then chuckled as she stood up and grabbed her cases, PADD also in hand. ?Ever have a day that so much changes that you have no clue what?s going on anymore?? ?Yes Ensign, every day.? The young man replied showing the same joviality that Dale had spoken with. ?That?s why we?re in Starfleet.? She laughed at his comment as she disembarked the shuttle, and was directed toward a Security Officer, who relieved her temporarily of the PADD that she carried. ?Wow, Dennison. Are you cutting it fine I must say. Leave your things here, we?ll sort those out Ensign. Standard procedure I?m afraid, they?ll be in your quarters. Airlock 2 or 3 will be quickest for you.? He handed the PADD back, satisfied by her orders and clearence. ?Better report directly to the Captain though, most likely She?ll be up on the bridge or in her ready room.? Dale thanked him as she began to walk away, headed toward a turbolift. Hearing her name called out she turned back to the Security Officer. ?Ensign Bracken? Most of the new crew like to see her from the outside. There?s an observation deck just down the corridor, you?ve got an incredible view of her - she?s amazing. You might not get another chance in a while? ?Thanks for the tip? Dale answered her face returning the friendly look the security officer had shown her. ?I?ll do just that.? A short while later, Dale had reached the observation deck that the security officer had told her about, and upon reaching the large window, she knew that he had been lying. The ship wasn?t just amazing, It was astoundingly beautiful. Dale felt her stomach churn slightly with the first view of what she would call home for the next few months or even years. The Ships designation lay spread out before her, and she took a moment to drink in the sight of that amazing hull that stretched out cheetah like for how hundred meters in front of her. Reluctantly, she turned away, headed for the nearest turbolift where she eventually ordered the correct floor for airlock 2. The turbolift was empty, and amazingly fast, in no time at all the doors opened into a utilitarian looking room where another Security Officer, this one a Lieutenant(jg) stood guard. Dale handed over the PADD again, a random fear in her was expecting him to turn round and say that there had been a mistake, this wasn?t her ship after all, she had to go back to the academy?back to training? ~I haven?t really passed through have I~ ?All in order Ensign. You?re the Assistant CSO I see, that?s a good posting.? The Lieutenant spoke with a small smile handing back the PADD ?Your belongings are already in your quarters. The Captains up in her ready room, best to go straight up there and report in.? ?Thank you Sir.? She replied simply ?I?ll head up immediately? (USS Dennison, Outside Captain?s ready room, Ensign(jg) Dale Bracken 0810) Dale had had time in the turbolift to compose herself, She therefore didn?t need to delay outside the door, touching the doorchime she waited. ?Come in? came a female voice from within. Dale stepped into the room, looking very briefly around before walking up to the desk and handing over the PADD for the last time. The nerves, ordeal and virtually no sleep for over 24 hours however, getting slightly the better of her. ?Cadet?Ensign Bracken repoting for duty Sir.? ~I can?t believe I just said that~ (Reply Davis) (Posted by Mark) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-08:12) ==================================== Hearing the doorchime go off for what sounded like the hundredth time that morning, Madison wondered if fate was trying to tell her not to even bother with those ~stupid~ reports. "Come in!" She shouted. ~Who is it now?~ â??Cadetâ?SEnsign Bracken repoting for duty Sir.â?? Raising an eyebrow, Madison looked over this new Ensign of hers. She wasn't sure if she should be happy or appauled by the fact that one of her own just deranked themself. At any rate, she assumed the obvious...nerves, fresh from the Academy, etc. Never being particularly light when it came to duties, she was always one to be stern from the get go. "May I see your orders for assignment?" Asked Madison. <> Looking through the PADD, Madison saw for the third time that morning that everything seemed to be in order. Keeping it for her stack, she then gave the repeating lecture she had already given earlier. She felt like a broken record... "Ensign Bracken, welcome to the Dennison. You're Chief Science Officer is Lt. Trewe, and you will be working under him. I do not tolerate being late for duty shifts, not does he. Please be advised we're departing at 10:00 hours and not one minute late. If you have any questions they can be directed at myself or Lt. Trewe." Watching the Ensign attempt to take all the information in, she decided enough was enough for now. Besides, she was awefully tired of giving this speech. <> "Alright...now I believe there is a duty post that awaits you arrival?" (Reply: Bracken, any) (Posted by: Stacey) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Ready Room-ACSO Ensign Bracken-08:13) ==================================== ?May I see your orders for assignment?" Asked Madison. ?Of course, sorry Captain? Dale answered as she handed over the PADD for the last time, noticing perhaps for the first time the stack that already occupied the Captain?s desk. Dale refrained from making any comment, figuring that demoting herself was a bad enough start. Looking through the PADD, Madison saw for the third time that morning that everything seemed to be in order. Keeping it for her stack, she then gave the repeating lecture she had already given earlier. She felt like a broken record... ?Ensign Bracken, welcome to the Dennison. You're Chief Science Officer is Lt. Trewe, and you will be working under him. I do not tolerate being late for duty shifts, not does he. Please be advised we're departing at 10:00 hours and not one minute late. If you have any questions they can be directed at myself or Lt. Trewe." Watching the Ensign attempt to take all the information in, she decided enough was enough for now. Besides, she was awefully tired of giving this speech. Dale was neither surprised nor fazed by the Captain?s words about tardiness, quite a few Ensigns fell into the trap of thinking that they could relax once they had graduated. Dale, was not, nor ever would be, one of this type of Ensigns. ?Don?t worry Captain, I won?t let you or the ship down. I detest being late for anything.? "Alright...now I believe there is a duty post that awaits you arrival?" If she was honest Dale would have hoped for at least a 10 minute break to get a shower and a change of uniform, but orders were orders, and she was certainly not about to ask for any time off shift as soon as she?d come on board. The uniform would have to wait, quite a while by the look of it.. ?Yes Captain. Thank you.? Dale left the ready room, the Bridge before her manned by officers of various ranks, races and specialties. One officer however, caught her eye immediately, his uniform showing the teal green of sciences or medical. She knew the officer by reputation, anyone who read anything on the Dennison would find Lt. Trewe?s name crop up more than once. Dale was not afraid to admit that she held this Rigelian slightly in awe. Reaching the Science stations she spoke to the Lieutenant, in what she hoped was a more confident voice than the one she had addressed the Captain with. ?Ensign Bracken reporting for duty Sir. I?m the new ACSO.? (Reply Trewe, any) (Posted by: Mark) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Bridge - CSO - Lieutenant Jewort Trewe - 0821) ==================================== A human female stepped up to Jewort, wearing the blues of the combined medical/science staff. He glanced at her for a second and arched his eybrow. She seemed to be attempting to gather her courage. That in itself was somewhat annoying. "Ensign Bracken reporting for duty Sir. I'm the new ACSO," she stated. The voice was strong enough, but his Rigelian ears seemed to detect a slight tremble. Jewort turned and looked at her and snorted for a second. "Bracken is it? What is your area of expertise Ensign Bracken?" he asked in a fairly neutral tone. (Reply Bracken) Jewort looked at her for a second longer before snorting again. "Shame, we really could have used a biologist. Do you know anything about biology at all?" (reply Bracken) "Well, you'll have to do for now. We have about an hour and a half before we leave spacedock. We're running through last minute checks. Take the auxillery science station and start checking the equipment over. You'll notice that a few sensor strips are down. We already know about it, they're only down for maintence, so don't worry about it. I want you to ensure the sensors monitoring the spaceframe, especially at the maglocks and the stresspoints of the craft are operating properly. The information we receive when we go to warp will help the teams at the shipyards when they put more of these designs into production. Are you understanding what I'm saying so far?" asked Jewort abruptly. (reply Bracken) "Good. It annoys me when my assistants can't keep up. Now, I need all the maglock data sent directly into my console. I'm working on a problem that has been reoccuring in this design. We have a small flaw around the locking mechanism and separation and the amount of energy used to keep the seal. I'd like to get it fixed before too long, or before some fool tries to reset the energy level to what the 'specs' say and cause us to fall into three pieces mid-warp," stated Jewort. (reply Bracket iyw) "Now, go log into your console, put in your personal codes for unlocking and locking the console as well as any personal settings you feel you need. Then set up what I asked you to," said Jewort before turning away dismissively. (Reply Bracken) (Posted by Jeff) (USS Dennison - Bridge - ACSO - Ensign Dale Bracken - 0825) Jewort turned and looked at her and snorted for a second. "Bracken is it? What is your area of expertise Ensign Bracken?" he asked in a fairly neutral tone. "Astrophysics sir, and stellar chemistry." Dale replied, confident now, all traces of her nerves having dissipated. Jewort looked at her for a second longer before snorting again. "Shame, we really could have used a biologist. Do you know anything about biology at all?" Dale wasn't really put off by Trewe's gruff manner. Her father had been exactly the same until about lunchtime, so she knew how to deal with it - roll with the punches and just knuckle down to do as he asks. "Only a little more than what's taught during basic education, I've picked up a bit extra, but not a great deal. It's something I'm concious that I don't know much about to be honest." She wasn't certain that admitting to the gap in her knowledge was the best way forward, but it saved a confusion later. "Well, you'll have to do for now. We have about an hour and a half before we leave spacedock. We're running through last minute checks. Take the auxillery science station and start checking the equipment over. You'll notice that a few sensor strips are down. We already know about it, they're only down for maintence, so don't worry about it. I want you to ensure the sensors monitoring the spaceframe, especially at the maglocks and the stresspoints of the craft are operating properly. The information we receive when we go to warp will help the teams at the shipyards when they put more of these designs into production. Are you understanding what I'm saying so far?" asked Jewort abruptly. Dale nodded, "of course sir. Monitor spaceframe sensors, especially those at maglocks and stresspoints." Dale paraphrased, She found that the easiest way to explain that something had been understood was to repeat the order back. She suspected that Trewe would be slightly less snippy at some point, but when that would be she wouldn't begin to wonder. "Good. It annoys me when my assistants can't keep up. Now, I need all the maglock data sent directly into my console. I'm working on a problem that has been reoccuring in this design. We have a small flaw around the locking mechanism and separation and the amount of energy used to keep the seal. I'd like to get it fixed before too long, or before some fool tries to reset the energy level to what the 'specs' say and cause us to fall into three pieces mid-warp," stated Jewort. "Now, go log into your console, put in your personal codes for unlocking and locking the console as well as any personal settings you feel you need. Then set up what I asked you to," said Jewort before turning away dismissively. "Yes Sir." She answered to Trewe's receding form. Dale allowed herself a small chuckle and shook her head smiling as she turned to the ancillary Science station that she had been assigned to. She had known quite a few senior officers in her time on board various ships with her parents, and she had noticed that the ones that got the most out of their staff were usually the crotchety, difficult to please ones. She pondered this slightly as she keyed in her choice of locking and unlocking codes, She always remembered a teacher from school who had always shared the same approach and her class had hated. Funnily enough it was that teacher who was most missed when he retired. The codes set, she moved on to the first part of her task, typing a command to stream all the maglock data direct to Trewe's console as well as her own. Finally, she ordered the diagnostic sweeps of the sensors Trewe had told her about. (Reply none) (Posted by Mark) ==================================== (Shuttle Topaz - En Route to USS Dennison, Ensign Lewis Nymes - 0730) ==================================== Nymes looked at the shuttle's controls. The Topaz was a wonderful bit of kit, brand new shuttle design, straight out of Utopia Planetia, based on the Type-09 shuttlecraft, but with added manuverability and sub-warp speed. The controls reflected the young trill's face: confident, but still carrying some worries over this assignment. Admiral Jopek had just said, "Congratulations.", handed him his ensign's pin and shook his hand, then immediately given him the PADD with his assignment - Assistant CMO USS Dennison. Nymes knew enough about the Dennison to expect a huge spaceship, but the computer information didn't prepare him for the enormity of the Dennison. Nymes double checked the flightpath and laid in a course to the Dennison, and hailed the vessel. "Topaz to Dennison," he stated, trying to quell the nervousness in his voice with the experience of his previous hosts. =/\= Go Ahead, Topaz =/\= "Cad- Ensign Lewis Nymes Requesting permission to dock and board the Dennison" Nymes cringed as he made the mistake. (reply bridge) Nymes tapped the computer console, laying in the new flight path, set the autopilot and stood up and walked back to the small cargo room. As he was checking his belongings for the final time, the computer beeped confirmation that the docking program was complete. Slinging the single bag that comprised his luggage over his shoulder, Nymes waited for the Shuttle Ops go ahead before opening the shuttle hatch and stepping down into the airlock bay, acutely aware of the welcoming committee in front of him. "Ensign Nymes, Reporting as ordered, Sir" (reply CO) (posted by GC) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-07:44) ==================================== =^=Ensign Quinn to Captain Davis, Ensign Nymes has arrived. I've directed him to your ready room.=^= "Thank you Ensign," Davis out. ~This is the....~ She couldn't even keep count anymore. ~...thrid? fourth? new reporting in ensign of the day....~ Leaning back in her chair, she awaited her door to sound off. It didn't take long, and before her stood her newest ACMO. Repeating the routine for what felt like the hundreth time that day, she took his PADD and reviewed it. She then gave him the 'don't be late to your duty shift speech' and let it sit at that. ~Much easier if all the transfers were in one big room.....~ "Ensign Nymes, welcome to the Dennison. Your CMO is Dr. Gr'iann, and he will be who you report to, or if you have any questions feel free to direct them at him or me. As for now we'll be departing at 10:00 hours. My advice to you is to get familiar with your station before we do so. Any questions?" <> "Happy to have you onboard Ensign." <> With that she watched as Nymes left her ready room in preparation for his new post. (Reply: Nymes, any) (Posted by: Stacey) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Ready Room-ACMO Lewis Nymes 0800) ==================================== "Ensign Nymes, welcome to the Dennison. Your CMO is Dr. Gr'iann, and he will be who you report to, or if you have any questions feel free to direct them at him or me. As for now we'll be departing at 10:00 hours. My advice to you is to get familiar with your station before we do so. Any questions?" Nymes stood at attention, and shook his head. "Happy to have you onboard Ensign." "Happy to be aboard, sir" he replied, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. "Dismissed, Ensign." Nymes turned and left the ready room, walking through the bridge to the turbolift, and looked at his PADD for his living quarters location. Once the turbolift stopped at the correct deck, Nymes followed the directions to his new home away from home. The quarters were drab and bare. ~Starfleet ergonomics have no place in the bedroom~ The room had all the basics - Desk and computer terminal, bedroom and sonic shower, small anteroom with a table and a settee, facing the replicator. He placed his bag on the bed and walked out of the room, back to the turbolift. "Sickbay" he stated to the computer, as the lift whirled away. Nymes felt his thoughts return to his new CMO, Admiral Gr'iann. Last time he had seen the Caitian had been in the holodeck at the academy, and the trill had spent 3 hours resusitating the holographic admiral. No doubt that the admiral had read the transcript of his academy results. The sickbay doors, emblazoned with the Starfleet Medical logos opened as the ensign approached. (Reply Gr'iann ) (Posted by GC) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Sickbay - CMO- Admiral Gr'iann -0828) ==================================== Gr'iann cursed under his breath for the third time as he smacked biobed number 3. He was really getting tired of the equipment not quite working. He'd do better with his old equipment from Caitia Prime. He wondered if he brought his old stethoscope. He gave the biobed a little growl, and it suddenly leaped into life. He stood back and smiled. That was the trick, really, you just had to show it who was boss. The Caitian's ears heard the door to the sickbay open. He picked up a strange smell. It was a cross beween a new child odor and ozone. A smell he recognized as one he'd found at the academy. He turned to see a new ensign, wearing a medical uniform coming towards him. "Can I help you young mmman?" he asked. (reply Nymes) The Caitian smiled a big, toothy grin, and nodded. "Indeed," he purred, "having anotherr doctorr would be mmost helpful. Wherrre did you study mmedicine?" (reply Nymes) (posted by Al muir) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Sickbay - ACMO - Ensign Lewis Nymes -0830) ==================================== "Can I help you young mmman?" he asked. "Sir. I'm the new doctor assigned to the Dennison - Lewis Nymes" Nymes replied. The Caitian smiled a big, toothy grin, and nodded. "Indeed," he purred, "having anotherr doctorr would be mmost helpful. Wherrre did you study mmedicine?" "I was taught at Medica Universitas on Trill after I was joined." Nymes looked around the sickbay - a central room with offices and storage rooms budding off each side, with a lab at the back of the room. The biobeds were lined up on each side of the room, with some storage containers still in the corners. ~So this is where I'll be working for the next few months~ "So what should I be doing, sir? The CO said to report to you for my duty timetable." (reply Gr'iann) (posted by GC) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Airlock - Conn Officer, Ensign JG Xara Lea - 0755) ==================================== Xara stood in the airlock tapping her foot impatiently. ~Trust me to get the airlock that breaks down.~ She thought bitterly. Her trip to starbase Geneva hadn't been the best of trips and she was just about over the hole thing. Finally the inner door slid back revealing the standard utilitarian corridors of her new ship. She quickly made her way to the nearest turbo lift. (USS Dennison - Outside The Ready Room - Conn officer, Ensign JG Xara Lea - 0802) Xara walked out of the turbo lift and across the top level of the bridge to the ready room doors and tapped the call button. After a second she was allowed entry and she stepped in. (USS Dennison - Ready Room - Conn officer, Ensign JG Xara Lea - 0804) She came to rigid attention in front of the desk. "Ensign Xara Lea reporting as ordered, sir." She said crisply. (Reply CO) (Posted by Matt) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-08:03) ==================================== Yet another Academy graduate chiming at her door..... "Come in!" She yelled, as she felt like a broken record. "Ensign Xara Lea reporting as ordered, sir." She said crisply. "Ensign," she simply said, taking her transfer orders as well. "I'll have you report to your posting as soon as possible. We're scheduled to depart at 10:00 hours. You're the Chief Conn, and therefore dont' have a superior officer in the line of that particular area. However, if you have any questions there is also another Ops officer by the name of Mr. William Galway." <> "Welcome to the Dennison Ensign," she said crisply. "Dismissed!" (Reply: Lea iyw, any) (Posted by: Stacey) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Ready Room - Conn Officer, Ensign JG Xara Lea - 0804) ==================================== "Ensign," she simply said, taking her transfer orders as well. "I'll have you report to your posting as soon as possible. We're scheduled to depart at 10:00 hours. You're the Chief Conn, and therefore don't have a superior officer in the line of that particular area. However, if you have any questions there is also another Ops officer by the name of Mr. William Galway." Xara nodded. This woman was straight to the point and she liked that. "Understood." She said simply. "Welcome to the Dennison Ensign," the captain said crisply. "Dismissed!" With that Lea turned on her heal and walked briskly out onto the bridge. (USS Dennison - Bridge - Conn Officer, Ensign JG Xara Lea - 0805) Sweeping the bridge quickly with her eyes she mapped out all the stations in her head. She moved quickly towards the Ops station where a young man was seated working away. "Ensign Galway I presume? I'm ensign Lea, Conn officer. We'll be working fairly close together I assume." She said to the man and like the captain she was straight to the point. She hated people that beat around the bush with words and felt that it was a sign of weakness. (reply Galway, any) (Posted by Matt) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Chief OPS - William Galway - 0806) ==================================== Galway was sitting at his console, running some tests on communication protocols synchronisation between the ship and Geneva. Before the ship became fully operational, some of the Dennison's systems were hard-wired to Geneva computers. Once those systems became fully tested and self-sufficient the links were cancelled and Galway was making sure that the patches were well configured and no external system was left with unnecessary access privileges or allowed higher than normal priority. Galway was quite sure that Maines' technicians done it well, however another quick check would not hurt especially if that would save some trouble later on. As Galway was scanning through the low-level comm privileges table, he heard a female voice behind his back. "Ensign Galway I presume?" Galway turned around. "I'm ensign Lea, Conn officer. We'll be working fairly close together I assume." William raised from his seat. A female Bajoran was standing before him. He remembered her from one of the incoming staff bios. "Ah. Yes, literally..." He glanced at the proximity of the CONN console. "Welcome to USS Dennison. I hope our cooperation will be as smooth as the records say your piloting skills are." He smiled and extended his arm for a handshake. (reply En. Lea, any) (Posted by George) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Bridge - Conn officer, Ensign JG Xara Lee - 0807) ==================================== "Ah. Yes, literally..." He glanced at the proximity of the CONN console. Xara cracked a small smile at this comment. "Welcome to USS Dennison. I hope our cooperation will be as smooth as the records say your piloting skills are." He smiled and extended his arm for a handshake. Xara took a second to remember the human custom for shaking hands at a first greeting and quickly reciprocated the motion shaking the outstretched hand. "Thank you." She said in return to the compliment. "I have only just come aboard and don't have anything to do until we depart. Is there some way I can be of assistance to you?" She asked. (Reply Galway, any) (Posted by Matt) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Chief OPS - William Galway - 0808) ==================================== "Thank you." She said in return to the compliment. "I have only just come aboard and don't have anything to do until we depart. Is there some way I can be of assistance to you?" She asked. "Well, as you just came here after, what I believe, was a longer trip, it would be nice if you had some time to take a shower..." Galway glanced back at his console. "... However we have less then two hours before departure. I think it would be advisable that you get yourself familiar with the ship's propulsion and navigational systems. Dennison is quite a new design, with many new, state-of-the-art technologies incorporated. Some of them we will have the opportunity to try for the first time." Galway paused for a second. "I won't deny that it is highly probable that right after the launch we will proceed with a military operation so we can't afford any slip ups. Just try to make yourself as ready as you can be." Galway smiled a bit. He didn't want to sound overly harsh, but it was war they were going to. And with the ship of that capabilities, these were front lines probably. "If you need any help or have any further questions you can consult me any time." He concluded. (Reply En. Lee, any) (Posted by George) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Main Engineering-CEO Ryan Maines-0821) ==================================== Having gotten no response from anyone on or near the bridge to his report on the status of the Navigational Deflector, Ryan was getting a bit fed up to say the least. First his executive officer relieves him of his duty, somehow determining that his rightly felt grief over their recent ripping transplant from one space time to another was an abnormal psychological problem. Then people start monkeying about with ship systems without consulting him, it was enough to drive anyone nuts. He sat at his computer screen in his office just outside of Main Engineering and typed up a memorandum to the Commanding Officer and Executive Officer, letting them know the status of the Navigational Deflector's repairs. Enclosed he also attached a copy of each diagnostic report run on the ship's systems, stating that each one had passed, and that he felt confident that the ship was ready to set sail. Ryan paused for a moment and then nodded to himself. He typed up a quick note at the bottom that if anyone in operations, science, or anything, felt it necessary to take critical ship systems offline and not report it to him, that they should very likely be given some sort of psychiatric evaluation. Maines knew what was going on, his new officers from this world didn't trust him. He wasn't from their universe, he was just some throwback that survived the Relentless' explosion. Well, he'd taken just about enough, and it was time to put his foot down, if it was an engineer they wanted, they had one, and they needed to use him to their fullest advantage. No more of this cutting him out of the loop of communication. If he had to rig up a whole new set of communications to keep them talking to him about problems with the ship, he would do it, anything to make sure the ship was running fine. He tapped the 'Send' button on his screen and nodded to himself sharply. "That'll at least get it up to them." He said with a firm reassurance to himself. (Reply: Davis, Sasine, Any) (Posted by: Paul) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Ready Room-CO Madison Davis-08:24) ==================================== Her computer beeped at her, telling her she had yet another incoming message. ~Or report...~ She thought mentally rolling her eyes. Of coarse she needed them, and had asked for them, but she dreaded going through the beginning stages of this with a passion. She got lucky on the Relentless. Everyone she already knew, so when she became CO she just whipped all of them into shape and things were normal as usual. But not here. As soon as her latest trasnferee went through the doors, she came back around to her seat and tapped a button on her computer, activating the screen. ~Ugh, another report.~ She was actually hoping for an incoming transmission. Accessing it, she saw it was from Maines and read his response to the navigational deflector problem. According to him, the deflector repairs were made, and the ship was ready to go. "Can't argue that," she said aloud to herself. "One report down....too many to count to go..." (Reply: Any, none) (Posted by: Stacey) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Sickbay - CMO- Admiral Gr'iann -0832) ==================================== Gr'iann nodded at the reference to the Trill hospital. He'd heard many good reports and the Trill people had a wonderful sense for medicine. In fact, he was often surprised that more Trills didn't become doctors. When he asked about his duties the Caitian smiled. He waved a paw begging the Trill to follow. He led the the new ACMO to his office and sat down. His tail curled up around the chair. "Please, sit." Once Nymes was seated Gr'iann sighed. "We have a ship full of new crrew mmemmberrs. They arre all going to need to have physicals beforre we leave spacedock. As I underrstand it, that is supposed to be tommmorrrow. So we have verry little timme. I was just about to get rready to starrt calling them down. So rrelax forr a mmommment, aswe arre gooing to be quite busy forr the rremmainderr of the day." (reply Nymes) Gr'iann reached over and picked up his PADD. The list of new crewmen appeared to be growing by the minute. He let out a little growl at the growing list then hit th comm channel. "Admmirral Gr'iann to Lt. Khran,Ensign Bracken, and Ensign Lea, you arre hearrby orrderred to rreporrt to sickbay forr mmandatorry physical examminations. Please rreporrt at yourr earrliest convenience, orr within the next hourr, which everr commes firrst. Gr'iann out." (reply Khran, Bracken, Lea) Then Gr'iann turned to his assistant. "Well, Doctorr, we should prrobably starrt with yourrself." With that, Gr'iann stood up and headed towards the nearest biobed. (reply Nymes, Khran, Bracken, Lea) (posted by Al Muir) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Sickbay - ACMO- Ensign Lewis Nymes -0835) ==================================== "So rrelax forr a mmommment, as we arre gooing to be quite busy forr the rremmainderr of the day." New ship, following standard protocol - crew examinations. Inwardedly the trill sighed - the academy doctors always looked forward to the mandatory examination of the cadets - and the stories they told! Outwardly, Nymes nodded and saw the admiral's office for the first time - covered with crew manifest reports and memoranda from the 52nd fleet. Nymes knew his PADD must be in the muddle somewhere, and as the Admiral picked up a PADD he saw his mugshot covered with several other PADDs. Then Gr'iann turned to his assistant. "Well, Doctorr, we should prrobably starrt with yourrself." With that, Gr'iann stood up and headed towards the nearest biobed. Nymes hopped onto the biobed. "I had the devil of a time with the biobeds in my final exercises at the academy - something about an engineering malfunction affecting the biobed circuitry and relays - I had to use tricorders!" He waited as the Caitian pressed a button on the biobed, then continued, "So, Doctor - should I call you Doctor, Admiral or Sir; Sir?" (reply Gr'iann) The ensign picked up the first PADD on his list as he was waiting for the biobed to complete the scans, a list of crewmen that were due in for physicals over the coming days as the Dennison set out from spacedock. The biobed beeped the conclusion of its scans. "So is there anything wrong with me then sir?" he grinned. (reply Gr'iann) (posted by GC) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0840) ==================================== After finished his target practice, and a sonic shower, Khran returned to the bridge and stood near the rear of the bridge and looked over the crew for a few minutes. Finally, after watching the bridge go about its business, Khran moved to the Tactical station and took a seat. A few minutes later, he stood up and walked over to Ensign Galway, at Ops. "Mr. Galway, has my Tactical systems been pre-flight checked? Will they be ready by the time we depart?" Khran asked in a demanding manor. (reply Galway) "And what is the status of the deflector dish begin offline. Will that delay our departure?" Khran asked. He hated waiting around in space dock, and wanted to leave has soon has possible. (reply Galway, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - Chief OPS - William Galway - 0842) ==================================== Galway was going through the last reports from the Engineering concerning the efficiency of the plasma distribution systems. Everything was working fine, and no problems were to be expected with that or keeping up the proper energy flow to the maglocks even when under the most critical conditions. At least it was understood that it is the top priority. He just forwarded the information to Lt. Trewe, who he believed would have interest in that, when Lt. Khran, who got back to the Bridge a couple of minutes earlier, approached. "Mr. Galway, has my Tactical systems been pre-flight checked? Will they be ready by the time we depart?" Khran asked in a demanding manor. "Yes, Sir. In fact, all Tactical and Security systems had priority in all preparation and tests. All systems at your disposal are fully operational already. Plasma is properly routed to all phaser strips, and the ship is loaded with full complement of photon and quantum torpedoes. All system were double-checked by the Acting Chief TAC/SEC right before your arrival on the ship." "And what is the status of the deflector dish begin off-line. Will that delay our departure?" Khran asked. "No, Sir. The Deflector dish problems had been dealt with already. There are no other major problems that I am aware of and I believe there will be no delay of our launch." (reply Lt. Khran, Lt. Trewe iyw, any) (Posted by George) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0840) ==================================== "Yes, Sir. In fact, all Tactical and Security systems had priority in all preparation and tests. All systems at your disposal are fully operational already. Plasma is properly routed to all phaser strips, and the ship is loaded with full complement of photon and quantum torpedoes. All system were double-checked by the Acting Chief TAC/SEC right before your arrival on the ship." "And what is the status of the deflector dish begin offline. Will that delay our departure?" Khran asked. He hated waiting around in space dock, and wanted to leave has soon has possible. "No, Sir. The Deflector dish problems had been dealt with already. There are no other major problems that I am aware of and I believe there will be no delay of our launch," Khran stepped back. "Very well," he said carefully. He then stepped back to the rear of the bridge and went to an empty bridge station. On the screen, he pulled up a list of all the crewmembers who were in the Tactical and Security Division. He spotted the name of his assistant TAC/SEC, Lt. (JG) Nikada La'rie Marlous. Khran tapped his comm badge twice. "Khran to Lt. Marlous, please report to the Bridge," Khran ordered. (reply Marlous, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0845) ==================================== Khran was sitting at his tactical station, checking out the various status of the shields, when he was called. =/\= Admmirral Gr'iann to Lt. Khran,Ensign Bracken, and Ensign Lea, you arre hearrby orrderred to rreporrt to sickbay forr mmandatorry physical examminations. Please rreporrt at yourr earrliest convenience, orr within the next hourr, which everr commes firrst. Gr'iann out, =/\= A studdering voice said. Khran smiled at the sound of information he already knew. ~Ah, the Caitian Admiral who is the Chief Medical Officer, that about rounds out all the files I had,~ Khran thought has he stood up. "I'll be there in a few minutes, Admiral," Khran reported, before heading out to the turbolift. (USS Dennison - Sickbay - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0849) Khran entered the sickbay, walking tall and proud has usual. He spotted a Caitian, who had an Admiral's pips on. He assumed it was Gr'iann. Khran walked over. "Ah, Admiral sir, a please to meet you," Khran said smiling. (reply Gr'iann) "I suppose this physical will go rather quickly, begin a security officer, I am in utmost physical shape all the time," Khran said, smiling at the Admiral. (reply Gr'iann, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) ==================================== (USS Dennison ? Main Bridge ? ACSO Ens Dale Bracken 0845) ==================================== "Admmirral Gr'iann to Lt. Khran,Ensign Bracken, and Ensign Lea, you arre hearrby orrderred to rreporrt to sickbay forr mmandatorry physical examminations. Please rreporrt at yourr earrliest convenience, orr within the next hourr, which everr commes firrst. Gr'iann out." ~Of Course, mandatory medicals, rats.~ =/\= Acknowledged Admiral, I?ll be there as soon as possible, Bracken out =/\= Dale had mostly forgotten about the routine medical, or perhaps more correctly ignored it until she had been summoned. It wasn?t that she disagreed with it or or would in any way refuse, it was merely the fact that she detested medicals. Part of it, she suspected, came from her medical history. Touching her abdomen where her scar lay hidden by her uniform, she wondered what the Admiral would say about it, if anything. A few minutes passed, Dale had seen Lt. Khran head up toward sickbay directly after the Admiral had summoned them. She had decided to delay slightly before doing the same, the Admiral had said ?at your convenience? not ?drop everything and come straight up?. Dale figured that Lt. Trewe might be slightly annoyed if she were to desert her post before setting up the diagnosticshe had ordered. Dale tapped the console pensively, the maglock data was streaming perfectly into Trewe?s console and the diagnostics of the various sensors would run perfectly in the background and would take a while to complete. Coming to a decision to get her medical out of the way rather than delaying much further and annoying the Admiral, she locked the Science Station she was working on before heading toward the nearest turbolift. (USS Dennison ? Sickbay ? ACSO Ensign Dale Bracken 0855) Dale arrived at sickbay, the doors emblazoned with the logo for starfleet medical. As she entered sickbay she saw that the Caitian Admiral was just finishing off at one of the biobeds, so she waited for a moment of two. As she waited, Dale let her mind wander slightly, realising that there was quite a few things that she would have to confess a lack of proper knowledge about. Trewe?s question about biology made her realise that this was one area of science that she had always neglected in favour of her first love of Astrophysics. In other areas also she realised that she was woefully lacking, the various races for example, she knew a little about most of course, but as she was to on the same ship as various peoples, Dale made a mental note to learn more. She came back to her senses as she realised that Admiral Gr?iann was headed toward her looking at her expectantly. ?Ensign Bracken reporting for my medical as ordered Admiral? (Reply Gr?iann) Feeling almost entirely at the mercy of the Doctor, she felt slightly ill-at-ease, but listened intently to the Admiral as he spoke to her while he began the medical. (Reply Gr?iann) (Posted by Mark) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Sickbay - CMO- Admiral Gr'iann -0840) ==================================== Gr'iann nodded at Nymes' assessment of the biobeds. It just seemed that the more "efficient" they rried to make the damned things, the more trouble they became. The ACMO hopped up on the bed and waited as Gr'iann began his exam. Gr'iann pulled out his own tricorder and ran it over Nymes to get a general assessment of the man's condition. "So, Doctor - should I call you Doctor, Admiral or Sir; Sir?" Nymes asked. It was unusual for him to hear people refer to him as admiral, even after all these years. "I amm," he said, "firrst and forremmost, a doctorr. So I suppose doctorr would be best, while we arre on duty." He bagan to purr to himself as he read the data from the tricorder. The Caitian used his claws to tap the biobed into action as if did a full body sweep. The holographic display of the insides of Nymes' body began to appear on the display. With a touch of the button, he removed each layer of tissue, and then cataloged each of the man's systems, along with a DNA sample. Finally the biobed beeped, concluding its work. "So is there anything wrong with me then sir?" he grinned. Gr'iann shook his head. "As nearr as I can tell, you arre as healthy as Thurrmmain Horrkan." Noticing that he looked a little lost at the referance he added, "It's kind of like a horrse." As Nymes hoped down, Gr'iann noticed an Andorian had entered sickbay. He walked over to the two of them. "Ah, Admiral sir, a please to meet you," Khran said smiling. "You must be Lt. Khran," Gr'iann returned the smiled and extended a paw. His claws extended to just barely touch the Andorians wrist. "I apprreciate yourr punctuality." "I suppose this physical will go rather quickly, begin a security officer, I am in utmost physical shape all the time," Khran said, smiling at the Admiral. Gr'iann chuckled in the back of his throat. "That rremmains to be seen," he said playfully. "Allow mme to intrroduce you to Doctorr Nymmes, who will doing yourr exammination today." (reply Nymes, Khran) "I will leave you to it, Doctorr," Gr'iann said to Nymes. The two men turned to a biobed and Gr'iann turned to hear the door to the sickbay open again. This time it was a yong woman that entered. "Ensign Bracken reporting for my medical as ordered Admiral," she said. Gr'iann half expected her to snap him off a quick salute, and was relieved when she didn't. However, he wondered if that comm badge would pop off her tunic. "Relax Ensign Bracken," Gr'iann said with a pur. "And welcome to sickbay. Please follow mme." He led Bracken to a biobed and patted it, indicating she should hop up. Once on the bed she lay back and Gr'iann began his scans again. His nitial scan noted her elevated blood pressure. He had to smile. Most people didn't like coming to sickbay unless they absolutely had to. this one was no differetn, if not worse. Gr'iann figured he better calm her down. In the back of his throat he began to emitt a calming purr. "Just rrelax Ensign," he repeated, "I don't expect this to last long. So tell mme what you think of the Dennison so farr?" (reply Bracken) He began the deep scan and noticed that she was missing her appendix, and the scar tissue over her abdomen. ~Interesting.~ Most people would have the scar removed. It was a simple enough procedure. There must be a reason she's kept it. "One day, you'll have to tell mme the storry of yourr appendectomy," the Caitain said pleasantly. (reply Bracken) The scan ended and Gr'iann turned to record the data. "You appearr to be in fine condition, Ensign. If you everr need mmy serrvices, forr anything, mmy doorr is always open forr you." (reply Bracken) (posted by Al Muir) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Sickbay - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0850) ==================================== Khran watched has Gr'iann chuckled lightly. "That rremmains to be seen. Allow mme to intrroduce you to Doctorr Nymmes, who will doing yourr exammination today," Gr'iann exlpained, then turned to a young Trill doctor. "Ah, I see," Khran said, in an almost disappointed voice. (reply Nymes) "I will leave you to it, Doctorr," Gr'iann said, before turning away to another officer. Khran and Nymes walked over to a biobed. Khran shrugging turned to the Trill. "So, Dr. Nymes, what would you like me to do?" Khran asked. (reply Nymes, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Sickbay - ACMO- Ensign lewis Nymes -0842) ==================================== Gr'iann chuckled in the back of his throat. "That rremmains to be seen," he said playfully. "Allow mme to intrroduce you to Doctorr Nymmes, who will doing yourr exammination today." "Ah, I see," Khran said, in an almost disappointed voice. "Nice to meet you, sir," Nymes said, noting the deflation in the Andorian's voice. "I will leave you to it, Doctorr," Gr'iann said to Nymes. "So, Dr. Nymes, what would you like me to do?" Khran asked. "Please follow me," Nymes turned to the biobed behind him, "On here please, so we can start the scans" Khran climbed onto the Biobed and Nymes activated the bed's monitors, starting the general scan. "So, Lt. Khran, how are you finding the Dennison?" (reply Khran) The biobed beeped, indicating the scan had completed. ~hmm, thats odd~ "Sir, anxious for the launch? Your readings seem a bit... stressed, i think is the most accurate term." (reply Khran) Nymes nodded, "Well, thats the only thing I can see, everything else checks out - if you ever need anything please visit sickbay at any time." Nymes gestured to the door, letting the Andorian leave, and turned to the biobed on the far side of the room, where the admiral was finishing up the scans of the young ensign. The trill doctor waited and watched, ever keen to learn a better beside manner from a more experienced doctor. As the medical was completed, he walked to his office and updated the lieutenant's medical records. (reply Gr'iann iyw) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Sickbay - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0853) ==================================== "Please follow me," the doctor said, and led him to a biobed. "On here please, so we can start the scans." Khran followed him to a biobed, and climbed on and laid straight. He watched the Trill activate the biobed's sensors, and the beams began to scan Khran's body. Khran rolled his eyes, ~Why must they do this?~ he demanded to himself. "So, Lt. Khran, how are you finding the Dennison?" "The Dennison is a fine ship... now that I have the complete crew rosters," Khran said to Nymes. "Sir, anxious for the launch? Your readings seem a bit... stressed, I think is the most accurate term," Nymes said. Khran almost got up and punched a hole in the bulkhead. "What? Stressed? Will this confine me to Sickbay?" Khran demanded, however, Nymes averted his fears. "Well, thats the only thing I can see, everything else checks out - if you ever need anything please visit sickbay at any time." He said, gesturing to the door. Khran got up and straightened his uniform tunic. "Thank you, doctor," Khran said, before turning to the door and leaving. (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0859) Khran returned to the bridge and took his place at Tactical, replacing the relief officer. He checked over everything, and of course, everything was fine. He glanced at the chronometer. ~Only an hour until launch, finally.~ Khran said to himself. Leaning forward in his chair, Khran brought up a crew roster and began looking over the files for any possible security problems. (reply none, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) ==================================== (USS Dennison ? Sickbay ? ACSO Ensign Bracken ? 0855) ==================================== He led Bracken to a biobed and patted it, indicating she should hop up. Once on the bed she lay back and Gr'iann began his scans again. His initial scan noted her elevated blood pressure. He had to smile. Most people didn't like coming to sickbay unless they absolutely had to. this one was no different, if not worse. Gr'iann figured he better calm her down. In the back of his throat he began to emitt a calming purr. "Just rrelax Ensign," he repeated, "I don't expect this to last long. So tell mme what you think of the Dennison so farr?" Dale found herself relaxing by the moment as the Caitian doctor began the scans, his calm, highly professional bedside manner soothing. She had hardly been on board for an hour yet, and still wore the uniform that she had been wearing during her transfer shuttle, but still felt that the ship had already begun to steal her. ?She?s an amazing ship Sir. I couldn?t have dreamt of a better first posting. So?.beautiful? He began the deep scan and noticed that she was missing her appendix, and the scar tissue over her abdomen. ~Interesting.~ Most people would have the scar removed. It was a simple enough procedure. There must be a reason she's kept it. "One day, you'll have to tell mme the storry of yourr appendectomy," the Caitain said pleasantly. Dale laughed slightly, it seemed that every doctor she had known had shown an interest in that. What usually puzzled them was the fact she hadn?t had the scar removed. She didn?t ususally tell them the whole story, what it meant to her, but she felt comfortable enough with the Caitian doctor to tell him more than she normally would. ?I?ll tell you now Doc, it?s no problem.? Dale paused slightly before beginning. ?I was seven. I?d had a pain in my side for a couple of days.? Dale laughed again slightly as the memories came back to mind. ?Mummy said that I was making them up just to have more ice cream, I?d had a bit of a track record for phantom stomach aches, the cure was nearly always ice cream.? (Reply Gr?iann iyw) Dale?s manner became melancholic as the rest of the story found it?s way out. ?This one day though, the pain got a hundred times worse. Daddy called the doctor up to our quarters, he said the appendix was on the poiunt of bursting and took us down to sickbay. On the way Dad called Mum, told her to meet us there ? She?d just got there I think, or somewhere near it and something happened ? I?ve never tried to find out what. All I know is that there was a hull breach right where Mummy was, she was killed instantly ? the doc had to resort to a bit of a makeshift job I never found out how ? I was too out of it on the analgesic I think. I?ve always kept the scar, kind of a reminder. ? Dale was aware she was filling in the gaps herself, allowing the Doctor to run the scans. It was clear however that he was listening intently, making small noises of interest now and then. (Reply Gr?iann iyw) Dale pulled her emotions back, drawing them back into her, back to the safe place. ?So, Admiral. How am I? Will I do?? The scan ended and Gr'iann turned to record the data. "You appearr to be in fine condition, Ensign. If you everr need mmy serrvices, forr anything, mmy doorr is always open forr you." ?Thank you Sir?, Dale answered, pausing in the act of sliding off the biobed. ?I think you?re the first doctor ever not to tell me I could get the scar removed. I thank you for that?really.? Dale slid off the biobed, smiling and nodding her thanks again at the highly professional Caitian doctor. ~Of course he?s professional he?s an Admiral you Silly girl~ before she left sickbay she turned back to the Caitian, a little something on her mind. ?Thank you Admiral, you may have realised that I?m not entirely comfortable in these places, it?s really nothing personal.? (Reply Gr?iann iyw) (posted by Mark) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Sickbay - CMO- Admiral Gr'iann -0858) ==================================== Gr'iann listened intently to the story of Ensign Bracken's apendectomy. As she spoke he continued his work, nodding and commenting along the way. When she told him about her "phantom tummy aches" he chuckled. "Childrrren adn do the mmost inventive things to get such thngs as ice crream," he smiled. "Even Caitian childrren." His readings showed that she was starting to relax, as she continued her story. It was both relaxing, and emotional at the same time. Humans were always such interesting creatures. He could see why she maintained the scar fromthe surgery. It was a reminder of her parents and how quickly we can loose our loved ones. This was something he understood very well, as he lost his own parents as a child. His scars were emotional, rather than physical, although he carried them with equal pride. "I underrstand," the Caitian smiled. Then he snapped his tricorder closed and turned off the biobed. He was glad that she had felt comfortable with him. Physicals were necessary but nobody really ever wanted to do them, just incase they foundout something about themselves that they didn't want to know. "Thank you Admiral," Bracken said softly, "you may have realised that I'm not entirely comfortable in these places, it's really nothing personal." Gr'iann chuckled. "I don't take it perrsonally Ensign," Gr'iann replied. "You'll find mmost people don't like going to theirr doctorrs. I've actually had to have securrity brring some people in. You will find if you rrelax a little mmore then things will be just fine. Good luck Ensign Brracken. Perrhaps we could dine togetherr somme timme." (reply Bracken) (posted by Al Muir) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Sickbay ? ACSO Ensign Dale Bracken -0900) ==================================== Gr'iann chuckled. "I don't take it perrsonally Ensign," Gr'iann replied. "You'll find mmost people don't like going to theirr doctorrs. I've actually had to have securrity brring some people in. You will find if you rrelax a little mmore then things will be just fine. Good luck Ensign Brracken. Perrhaps we could dine togetherr somme timme." Dale would have to admit to being slightly taken aback by the invite. She had after all, only been on the ship for an hour or so, getting a dinner invite in that time alone had to be some sort of record, let alone by the fleet?s second officer. ?Thank you Admiral, it would be an honour and a pleasure.?Dale Answered, an amiable smile on her face. ?Now however, I?d better get back up to the bridge before Lieutenant Trewe begins to think I?ve deserted my post.? She thanked the Caitian again, before leaving sickbay, heading back up to her post. (USS Dennison-Sickbay ? ACSO Ensign Dale Bracken -0905) Upon her arrival back on the bridge, Dale typed in the code that would unlock the Auxillery Science Station that she had been working on. After she did so, she began to look through the sensor diagnostics which she had started a while ago, trawling through the data that it was beginning to bring up. Dale was always in two minds about this part of the job. Part of her detested the monotony, the endless data, the mindnumbing boredom of all those abstract seeming numbers. The other part of her realised how important this part of the job was, she hadn?t known, until Trewe had told her, of the problem with the locking mechanism - so this bit was kind of important. She would be the first to admit that she was by nature more of a lab-rat, it had become a nickname of sorts for her from her academy friends, She did prefer to be spending hours on some research project. ~Still important though ?D?~ A couple of minutes later, PADD in hand, and preliminary report in mind, Dale turned and walked over to the main science station where Lt. Trewe was. (Reply Trewe) Smiling internally at the stern comment and having decided that discretion was the better part of valour, dale mumbled a ?Yes Sir? , before proceeding to hand the PADD over to Trewe. ?Preliminary report for the sensor diagnostics Sir. Still ongoing, but these are the results of the first sweep. No problems apparent at the moment with any of the sensors Lieutenant. However, this one..? Dale pointed to one of the aft maglock sensors ?..appears to be fluctuating more than all the others , it doesn?t seem problematic, well within operational parameters.? (Reply Trewe) (Posted by Mark) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Bridge - CSO - Lieutenant Jewort Trewe - 0908) ==================================== The Ensign, whatever her name was handed Jewort a PADD while he was in the middle of monitoring his... the ship. He decided to overlook the minor annoyance and took the PADD. ~A true testament to my patience, for certain.~ Jewort looked at the young woman. "Lets see what you've done here," he stated. Her only reply was "Yes Sir." That kind of surprised him. Maybe she wasn't so much of a know-it all Ensign after all. Time would tell. Jewort looked at his new assistant and sniffed the air dismissively after she gave her preliminary report. "Doesn't seem to be very important? This is essentially a new starship, there is no reason that there should be a fluctuation. The fluctuation is endemic of the problem. Keep monitoring it. I want full baseline analysis of the fluctuation as well as mapping of what it does once we go to warp." (Reply Bracken) "Ensign have you any idea what this vessel represents to me? Its a lifetime worth of work. A lifetime. Now, a design flaw is threatening that work. I need the data so we can fix it. Do you understand me? Get me the data! I will not have this ship come to harm because I didn't do what I was supposed to do or because you couldn't figure out the importance behind a 'minor' fluctuation," Jewort stated not looking up from the PADD. It was at that moment that he had noticed he had referred to 'we' instead of 'I' for one of the first times since he'd stepped aboard the vessel. He hoped that she wouldn't notice this little slip and get too high of an opinion of herself. (Reply Bracken) (Posted by Jeff) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Bridge - ACSO ? Ensign Dale Bracken - 0910) ==================================== Jewort looked at his new assistant and sniffed the air dismissively after she gave her preliminary report. "Doesn't seem to be very important? This is essentially a new starship, there is no reason that there should be a fluctuation. The fluctuation is endemic of the problem. Keep monitoring it. I want full baseline analysis of the fluctuation as well as mapping of what it does once we go to warp." Dale had to admit to herself she was tempted. Tempted to react to the statement. At no point had she said that it was unimportant. At no point had she said that she was not going to continue monitoring it. She had said preliminary report, i.e. not all the data had come in yet, ?this is where we stand at the moment given the information we have? kind of report ? not ? ?here we are job done?. ~Infernal, Ill-tempered old?~ ?Yes Lieutenant. The scans are ongoing. Like I said Sir, this is only the preliminary report. I?ll begin the baseline analysis immediately Sir.? Dale had never been one for insubordination. Far from it, she knew that it was the lack of sleep, amongst other things that was wearing her patience down. It was for that reason perhaps that she was awfully tempted to rise to it, to tell Trewe the difference between ?not problematic? and ?not important? fortunately perhaps, he continued speaking. "Ensign have you any idea what this vessel represents to me? Its a lifetime worth of work. A lifetime. Now, a design flaw is threatening that work. I need the data so we can fix it. Do you understand me? Get me the data! I will not have this ship come to harm because I didn't do what I was supposed to do or because you couldn't figure out the importance behind a 'minor' fluctuation," Jewort stated not looking up from the PADD. It was at that moment that he had noticed he had referred to 'we' instead of 'I' for one of the first times since he'd stepped aboard the vessel. He hoped that she wouldn't notice this little slip and get too high of an opinion of herself. ~Hold your tongue ?D?. Hold your tongue, count to?something ~ Dale decided to try another tack. It was another trick that she had learnt while ?steering? her father?s moods. If someone is getting a little het up, then the last thing that you should do would be to start yelling. Especially if said person was your CSO and thought you were an incompetant Academy-fresh Ensign, who didn?t know anything about biology. ~yet~ ?Lieutenant? Dale spoke calmly, but assured in herself, unwavering. ?The scans are continuing as we speak. I?ve already ordered a complete diagnostic of that sensor and I?ll add the baseline analysis now, I?ll also check the subsystems around that sensor, maybe we?re getting? feedback from something, or maybe a mini EM pulse from the maglock itself?? (Reply Trewe) ?Sir, I?m not questioning how important it is, believe me, I know. I realise I can?t comprehend how much you?ve put in this ship, no-one can, but believe me, I?ve studied you?this ship for an awfully long time. I?d better get back to the other station. The next batch of scans should be complete fairly shortly. You?ll fix your ship Sir.? Dale hoped that She hadn?t overstepped the mark. Lt. Trewe didn?t seem the type to suffer fools gladly. It was true though, Trewe?s work on ship design had been part of some project or other a long time ago with her and a couple of friends. It seemed odd now, wearing the same uniform and working underneath him. Hopefully beyond the next half hour if she didn?t end up in the brig. (Reply Trewe) (Posted by Mark) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Counseling Offices - CC- Trace Allel -0858) ==================================== Trace paced around her office seething. Inwardly, she was screaming. There was no reason to relieve John. Good thing she had no chance to see the Admiral or this Lt. Captain. She would have wrung their necks. The Captain had conveniently dropped a load of work on her. That was probably John's request too. Trace sighed. This was none of her business anyways. Trace sat down at her desk and picked up one of the reports. Ensign Jayweather. Figured. She had seen the ensign almost everyday since they had come through. It was definitely hard losing a sister who was right next to you. Not to mention, Jayweather had over 6 siblings at home. But enough was enough already. She had been sobbing in Trace's shirt for three weeks now and Trace was about ready to boot her out. At least it wasn't getting in the way of her duties too much. The door chime rang. Trace sighed. She sat down the report, smoothed her button up shirt, and then put a smile on. "Come" The door opened, revealing Kent Adamson, another counselor. "Kent!" Trace genuinely smiled now. Kent was the only one out of the old crew who seemed to be able to keep morale up. "Come in. What can I do for you?" Kent smiled. "Well, I've got a bit of a problem with one of the new crew that transferred over." Trace sighed. "I should have known. Take a seat. Let me see." Trace took the PADD from Kent's hands and reviewed it. "So this patient?" Kent interrupted her. "Won't talk to him because she thinks he's having an affair." "And he is where?" "On the Zeronna. I've tried several ti-" "To reach him and you can't, so you want me to talk to the counselor over there." Trace knew the counselor on the Zeronna, who was actually Rich AmiPro. The Rich in her universe had not served on the Relentless, but had been a good friend of Trace and John's. It had not taken much for her and Rich to get along here. "All right. I'll call him up and see if I can schedule a sit down between your patient and the boyfriend." Kent smiled. "Thank you Trace, you're a life saver. This woman was driving me insane with her rantings." Trace laughed. "Don't they all." Kent smiled, and stood up. "Thanks. I've got a patient in my office in five minutes." Trace nodded. As Kent neared the door, he stopped and turned. "Say, Arianna is going to make Tomato Pie tonight for dinner from scratch. Would you like to join?" Trace smiled. Arianna Sollez was an engineer's assistant in engineering that was also Kent's girlfriend. They had had a relationship since the academy and it was always fun to be around him. The small Mexican woman was fun-filled, just like Kent was. She loved to actually cook, and she liked trying new things. She had gotten the Tomato Pie recipe from a friend in the old universe, and it had quickly become one of the favorite dishes that she created. Trace thought about it for a moment. "Sure. When should I be there?" "About 1900." Trace nodded. "All right." Kent smiled, and then walked out. "Don't forget to wear something you can get dirty!" Trace laughed. "You bet!" The last time she had eaten with Arianna and Kent, she had ended up putting several stains in one of her favorite shirts. She had had to throw it out." Trace sighed, then settled back down to get to work. (reply anyone interested) (written by Nate) =================================== (USS Dennison-Deck 10, Primary Sickbay-Chief OPS-William Galway-0905) =================================== Galway was happy to leave the Bridge for a couple of minutes again. The ship was so huge and beautiful that he thought he would spend whole days to explore it in it's entirety. But then again, not much free time was on the horizon either. There was still so much to see... He entered the sickbay. A lot of people were there, probably for the physicals. Although the number of people was great, there was no single sign of chaos. Everybody was standing beside a biobed or laying on one, being examined in silence by a nurse. No lost souls, no questions. Perfect order, and a sense of calmness or more precisely - ease. Galway thought he would have to complement the CMO for this, if he gets a chance to meet him in person. He noticed an ensign in medical uniform just leaving one of the patients, who got up from the bed and was leaving the sickbay. Galway approached the officer. "Uhmm, hello." He draw Ensign's attention away from the PADD he was examining. "My name is Galway, I'm here for the physical." He smiled. "I hope I'm not disturbing." (reply En. Nymes, CMO iyw, any) (posted by George) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Sickbay - ACMO -Ensign Lewis Nymes - 0907) ==================================== "Uhmm, hello." He draw Ensign's attention away from the PADD he was examining. "My name is Galway, I'm here for the physical." He smiled. "I hope I'm not disturbing." Nymes looked away from the PADD, and saw the OPS chief in front of him. "Good to see you chief - was wondering when we'd get the rest of the bridge staff." The ensign walked to the vacant biobed, "Jump on here, please" and activated the console. "Been a busy first day for me today - had a lot of the crewmen through here today. EVeryone seems a tad frazzled just before the launch though - you should have seen Lt Aberole at the academy when I was given the Topaz shuttle to get here! I thought he was going to cry that his pride and joy had been assigned to a new ensign! So, any medical history then, Mr Galway?" (reply Galway) (posted by GC) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Deck 10, Primary Sickbay-Chief OPS-William Galway-0908) ==================================== Nymes looked away from the PADD, and saw the OPS chief in front of him. "Good to see you chief - was wondering when we'd get the rest of the bridge staff." The Trill said in a pleasant tone. "Well, you know..." Galway took a look around the room. "It seems that, not only on the Bridge, people have loads of work." Galway said with a wide grin. Mr. Nymes seemed to catch the joke. He walked to the vacant biobed. "Jump on here, please" said Nymes, activating the console. "Been a busy first day for me today - had a lot of the crewmen through here today. EVeryone seems a tad frazzled just before the launch though - you should have seen Lt Aberole at the academy when I was given the Topaz shuttle to get here! I thought he was going to cry that his pride and joy had been assigned to a new ensign! So, any medical history then, Mr Galway?" "No, not at all. Everything seems to be absolutely fine." The biobed was doing the analysis while mr. Nymes produced his own medical tricorder. Galway wanted to keep up the chat. He knew that in the incoming weeks he might find himself in often contact with the Main Sickbay staff. Besides he never knew a Trill well. "No wonder people are a bit... excited, so to say. I bet the launch of a ship of that capabilities surely does stir some feelings even at the highest levels." He said, again with a smile. "For a large part of the crew it will be the first flight, to boot." (reply En. Nymes, any) (posted by George) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Sickbay - ACMO - Ensign Lewis Nymes - 0913) ==================================== "No wonder people are a bit... excited, so to say. I bet the launch of a ship of that capabilities surely does stir some feelings even at the highest levels." He said, again with a smile. "For a large part of the crew it will be the first flight, to boot." "Well I remember Quinera's first flight on the the USS Dartmouth." Nymes looked at the Chief's blank stare. "Oh, I'm sorry, Quinera was a host of my symbionte - a doctor in Starfleet." The biobed beeped - Nymes looked at the computer readout. "Well, chief, you seem to be in perfect health, so I'm going to let you stay on board," Nymes said with a grin. (reply Galway) "Dismissed, chief." Nymes said. As the ensign left, Nymes looked down at the PADD. Finally, it seemed that the rush of staff getting last minute medicals was slowing down, and there might be a moment for reflection before the inevitable workplace accidents happened when the engineers gunned the warp drive for the first time. (reply none, any) (posted by GC) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Sickbay - Conn Officer, Xara Lee - 0925) ==================================== After completing the work that ensign Galway had asked her to do on the bridge, Lea walked to sickbay to have her physical exam. She walked in and quickly found the CMO. "Excuse me admiral, Ensign Lea reporting for my physical." Lea didn't have a problem with physicals and didn't understand why other people got so uptight about them. (Reply CMO, Any) (Posted by Matt) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Sickbay - CMO- Admiral Gr'iann -0926) ==================================== Gr'iann turned at the sound of Lea's voice. He smiled a toothy smile, and his tail curled, "Ahh! Ensign Lea," he said. "A pleasurre to mmeet you. Sorrry to keep you waiting. I've been a little distrracted." He led the Bajoran woman to a biobed and patted it. "This should be mmostly painless," he joked, as he began to run his tricorder over Lea's body. He purred softly as he worked. Then he began to use the biobed scanners. "I mmust say that I amm immprressed at how everryone has rresponded to the medical call. It is not unhearrd of forr mme to have to have somme perrsonnel brrought down underr guarrd." (reply Lea) "How have you been feeling lately?" he asked. (reply Lea) As the scans concluded and Gr'iann began to store the data he nodded, absently. His tail began to twirl and play little games with itself. "Everrything seemms in good worrking orrderr, Ensign. Thanks forr yourr cooperration. You can go back toyourr duties." (reply Lea) (posted by Al Muir) ==================================== (USS Dennison ? Corridors Outside of Main Engineering/CEO's Office ? CEO Ryan Maines ? 0935) ==================================== Ryan stepped through the corridors on his way from his quarters to his office. He fixed his collar as he smiled and gave a quick nod of greeting to peeople he passed by in the ship. Stepping into his office, he hit the replicator for some coffee. It was his start to the day and he yawned as the cup materialized. He took a deep whiff of the steaming arabica bean scented coffee fumes. "Well there's one thing to be said, at least the replicators haven't fried..." He said with a smile and just as he finished saying it a shower of sparks crackled as his office replicator burned out. Half of him was ready to throw that mug of coffee against the wall and scream and curse. Yet the other half of him was too paranoid and scared from the coincidence of the situation to even move. Several moments crept by before he just shook his head and set his coffee cup down. "Never opening my damned mouth again." He cursed, sipping his coffee as he looked at a PADD with the day's itinerary on it. (Reply any) (Posted by Paul) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Deck 10, Primary Sickbay-Chief OPS-William Galway-0914) ==================================== "Well, chief, you seem to be in perfect health, so I'm going to let you stay on board," Nymes said with a grin. Galway was on the edge of laughing loud but he just gave a wide grin as well. It seemed that mr. Nymes was quite a reasonable man, not lacking sense of humour. A personal trait Galway always appreciated more than others. A person that knew when and what to laugh at seemed to be a quite enjoyable companion through the incoming, probably long enough, mission. Still the thought that the young fellow officer was a host to a living being hundreds of years old, having all its memories and knowledge, a state Galway was never capable of understanding to the full extent, filled him with unusual respect for the Asst. CMO. Galway got off the bed and spoke with a faked serious tone. "Well, if you allow me, Sir, we are launching soon so I shall attend to my duties on the Main Bridge, Sir." "Dismissed, chief." Nymes said. They both shook hands and Galway left the Main Sickbay, glancing around once more before going through the door. As it closed behind him he was about to direct his steps to the nearest turbolift, when he recalled himself that there is one person he has yet to meet before the launch. Galway just couldn't imagine attending his own duties as the Chief OPS without meeting... the Chief of Engineering. Besides he hasn't see the engineering yet... (USS Dennison-Deck 18, Main Engineering-Chief OPS-William Galway-0934) Galway was walking through the Main Engineering, which astonished him every next minute. He knew the ship would be a state-of-the-art design but all the most interesting details were to be seen right there. In those corridors where speed of crew's reaction, the precision of their actions and immediate access to most critical of the ship's systems were the most important factor, and the smallest decline from 'optimum' could mean lives. Galway didn't notice any of the people that were passing by, he was so stunned by the technologies before his eyes. Of course, he had seen the pictures, the schematics and he was perfectly able and qualified to operate such equipment... But none of what he was seeing related in any way to the training vessels he had been trained on back in the Academy. Suddenly a sound of frying equipment draw him back from the world of wonder, almost childish in nature. He noticed all of the people around him were looking in one single direction. At the room labelled 'CEO Office'. Few seconds later everyone went on with their tasks, but Galway interested popped his head inside. A men in a yellow uniform was standing before a smoking piece of hardware, which apparently was a replicator a couple of minutes ago. "Never opening my damned mouth again." The man cursed, sipping his coffee, presumably replicated by the poor device. Galway recognised the man as Lt. Ryan Maines. "Hi there, Chief. I thought I would pay you a visit before I run to the Bridge..." He said glancing at the, now burned and twisted, replicator cover. "... I hope it's not a bad time but it would be a shame not to shake hands before the flight." He added with a smile. (Reply: Lt. Maines, Any) (Posted by George) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Chief Engineer's Office-CEO Ryan Maines-0934) ==================================== He sipped his coffee as another young yellow uniformed officer strode through his office door. He sat the cup down. "Something I can do for you?" He asked the young man. Though it might have sounded a bit short, he certainly wasn't trying to be. It was obvious from the spark that just flew out of his replicator that it was likely he was upset with that. The man was cheerful enough and asked if it was a good time. "Well it's as good a time as any I guess." Ryan responded, walking over to shake the man's hand. "So you're the ops man eh? I was wondering when I'd get to meet you. I don't make it up to the bridge much. But then again any engineer who doesn't go to engineering isn't worth his salt I'd say." He said with a chuckle, leaning back on his desk. "Nervous about taking off?" He asked, trying to pick up on the young operations officer's happy cheerful attitude. (Reply: Galway, Any) (Posted by Paul) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Deck 18, Main Engineering-Chief OPS-William Galway-0935) ==================================== "So you're the ops man eh? I was wondering when I'd get to meet you. I don't make it up to the bridge much. But then again any engineer who doesn't go to engineering isn't worth his salt I'd say." Lt. Maines said with a chuckle, leaning back on his desk. "Well, as they say - one does not sleep so others could. Besides, you don't miss that much. A lot of protocol and superiors' supervision for sure. And I guess that you shall see some share of action we never will, after all. I can imagine what will be going on here when the ship gets battered in some nasty firefight some place far from home..." "Nervous about taking off?" "Nervous...? Excited would be a better word. Come on, after all those engineering work hours, all this scanning, reviewing, tests and so forth, all the pressure by the brass and the attention of fleet's best and brightest - the possibility of something malfunctioning is simply and logically impossible, right?" Galway said with a wide grin hoping CEO would get the slight joke, but unfortunately, at this very moment yet another spark flew out of the remains of the late replicator. Both men looked at each other in silence. "Well... at least it's not dead completely... Anyway, I just wanted to show my face here so the people around the place would know who to curse for that whining from above when something breaks down but it seems it's time for me to return to my post. It was a pleasure Chief." (reply Lt. Maines) Galway nodded and left, directing his steps to the nearest turbolift that would take him up to the Main Bridge. (Reply: Lt. Maines, Any) (Posted by George) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Bridge-CO Madison Davis-09:42) ==================================== Walking out onto the bridge, she had finally managed to catch up on all the reports she had been sent on the analysis of the systems. Walking up behind her CONN officer, she said, "I want you to be prepared to lay in a coarse as soon as we are discharged from spacedock." <> Then coming back around towards the center of the bridge, she came upon her chair and took a seat. Tapping a button on the arm of her chair, it patched her voice through the entire ship. "Attention all hands, this is the Captain. As you all know, we'll be departing in roughly 15 minutes, or 10:00 hours. Whatever minor technicalities that may have to be worked out can be done so before we leave. Aside from that....I want everyone to know I appreciate the hard work it has taken to get this ship ready and off the ground for departure. Lets keep up this work!" Then on a lighter note, she added, "I will make another announcement right before departure. Davis out." Sighing, she wasn't sure about one thing that remained to be seen of...her first officer. He still wasn't back on duty all because of his telepathic abilities. That was always one thing she hated the most about some species, their telepathic abilities. To her they always seemed to get people into more trouble than keep them out, and for that she was happy she didn't have them. Not only for that reason, but also for the fact that the war they were about to launch themselves into dealt with a wide realm of Doenitz's people who used their abilities to do so. Tapping her commbadge, she said, "Davis to Engineering, what's the status of our engines?" <> "Be prepared to go to warp after we leave spacedock." <> "Davis out." Getting anxious, she was ready to leave early truth be told, but she was a woman of her word and got up to pace around the bridge to check on the other stations. Heading towards Ops, she looked over her new Chief's shoulder, checking out the readouts. <> "Everything's fine Ensign," she simply stated, then moved onto security. She noticed how Khran wasn't yet on the bridge. ~Must be doing rounds before we leave,~ she simply thought. However, Marlous was. She noticed that aside from her old crew, a lot of her new crew were very young. Feeling the need to ask questions, she couldn't help herself. After all, they were young and she didn't know them any better than they knew her. "Do you have any questions about any of your readouts or duties so far?" She asked Marlous. <> Eventually, she would get around to checking on the individual status on all the crew, but for now, she simply was awaiting getting the rest of the departure progress together. (Reply: All mentioned above, any) (Posted by: Stacey) ==================================== (USS Dennison, Main Engineering, CEO Ryan Maines, 0945) ==================================== Ryan heard the call to the ship and crew that announced their departure and he smiled. Finally they were actually getting out of here. Maybe he'd feel better once they left spacedock. He knew that for at least himself, another week of just wandering around putting out brushfires was going to drive him to go stir crazy. Give him a ship and an engineering console, and he was more than happy to do what was necessary, he wasn't any big design fanatic. After a few moments more, Davis contacted him regarding the engine status. =/\= Captain, I'd be lying if I told you they're operating at 100%, because I personally think they're running much better. =/\= He said cheerily. It was one of the first times he had smiled. The exhiliration of leaving spacedock and seeing just what this ship could do. That was exciting to him, and his exuberance seemed to be catching on to the rest of the engineering crew. When she signalled back that they should be prepared to go to warp speed once they left dock, Maines looked with a wink to the engineering officer across from him. She was a rather pretty brunette with an ensign's pip and she blushed. =/\= Ma'am, we'll be breaking speed records before you know it. =/\= He responded to her. Afterwards she closed the channel and Ryan turned to his engineering staff.. "All right ladies and gentlemen I'm sure you've all just heard what I promised our fine Captain, so let's not make a liar out of me and give this bucket o' steels and self sealing stem bolts everything she can take." He said with a grin to which several of the crew listening smiled in return and shouted their support, hurrying the pace to get the job done. =/\= Maines to Bridge, we're ready when you are. =/\= He said, reporting in. (Reply Any on the Bridge) (Posted by Paul Copenhagen) ==================================== (USS Dennison-Main Bridge-Chief OPS, William Galway-0945) ==================================== "Attention all hands, this is the Captain. As you all know, we'll be departing in roughly 15 minutes, or 10:00 hours. Whatever minor technicalities that may have to be worked out can be done so before we leave. Aside from that....I want everyone to know I appreciate the hard work it has taken to get this ship ready and off the ground for departure. Lets keep up this work! I will make another announcement right before departure. Davis out." Captain Davis finally made the long awaited announcement. Galway imagined he could almost feel the wave of relief spanning throughout the ship. Now, everyone knew that there will be no delays and no further waiting. The real business was about to start. If the ship was a big machine, everyone had been oiling its cogs. Now the cogs themselves started moving. Captain's choice of words was precise, interesting. Everyone could now feel that the hard work they have put into this ship is finally giving the awaited results. Galway started running the pre-launch procedures. After several minutes he noticed Captain's presence behind his back. "Captain, all systems report at full efficiency. The ship is fuelled and stocked. Power distribution systems at nominal condition. All hands are aboard. The airlocks are being secured as we speak. The Turbolift shaft separation will commence in five minutes. The traffic of smaller crafts in the Dennison's nearest vicinity has been seized. The civilian personnel supervisors report full readiness. First shift is ready for launch. Second and third shifts are standing by in case of emergency. Starbase Geneva is already preparing the outside traffic. We have been informed that two additional Defiant class vessels will escort us until we reach Warp speed..." He turned to face the Captain. "Is there anything special you want me to take care of, Ma'am?" "Everything's fine Ensign," Captain simply stated, then moved onto security to the back of the bridge as Galway turned back to his console and the tasks at hand. (Reply: none, any) (Posted by George) ==================================== (USS Dennison - Armory - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0946) ==================================== Khran standing before the desk in the Armory, with hands hands behind his back and watched has the quartermaster displayed the ship's complement of hand phasers and phaser rifles. Khran looked over them with an approving eye, when the captain's voice cut in. =/\= Attention all hands, this is the Captain. As you all know, we'll be departing in roughly 15 minutes, or 10:00 hours. Whatever minor technicalities that may have to be worked out can be done so before we leave. Aside from that....I want everyone to know I appreciate the hard work it has taken to get this ship ready and off the ground for departure. Lets keep up this work! I will make another announcement right before departure. Davis out. =/\= Khran nodded to the quartermaster. "The personal weapons look fine, Chief. Carry on," Khran said before heading to the door, but the man interrupted him. "I'm just glad we're leaving Spacedock, sir!" The enlisted security officer said. Khran turned to him and nodded. "Aye, Chief," Khran then turned and walked out. (USS Dennison - Main Bridge - TAC/SEC - Lt. Khran - 0951) Khran entered the bridge and noticed that the captain was speaking to his assistant tactical officer. Khran nodded to the captain, but didn't interrupt their conversation. He instead walked over to Trewe, the science officer. "So, lets hope your ship crewed by non-existent crewmembers actually flies in space," Khran joked. (reply Trewe, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) ==================================== (USS Dennison- Ready Room- CMO- Admiral Gr'iann- 1230) ==================================== Gr'iann nodded to the crewmen on the bridge that took notice of his presence. Even after all these years he still wasn't quite so comfortable with the notariety that came with being an admiral. Most of the time, he just prefered to be the doctor. Especially on an assignment such as this one. However, in an effort to bring together two timelines, it was best to have a definitive answer to protocal qestions on hand. It didn't hurt to have a doctor there as well. However, he wanted to make it clear to everyone that this was Davis' ship and not is. He was only the CMO here, and nothing more. That his rank, went behind all of her decision. If anyone had a problem with Davis as the CO, well, they better be prepared for the outcome. Although, he felt fairly certain that Davis did not become CO of her own ship by being a door mat. He tapped the door chime to the ready room wth a claw and waited for the door to open. Once it did, he stepped inside and and looked at the captain, working diligently. (reply Davis) "Captain, I believe that it's been a while since you've eaten last, and I wish to invite ou to lunch." (reply Davis) "Well, Captain," Gr'iann said. "I think that it would do the rcrew good tosee the both of us togetherr, especially overr a social setting, such as am meal. I believe that it will help the two halves of the crew come to terrmms with the currrent situation mmorre. (reply Davis) (posted by Al Muir) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ END OF COMPILE. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~