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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 24, 2005 12:50:08 GMT
As Grace looked at the captain, she saw a number of shadows standing behind him.
Harrias was about to speak but was shocked by the look on Grace's face. The remaining crew members were shocked as well, except one.
Lani noticed the look on Grace's face as well, he knew what the look meant. A vision!
Before he could speak, Grace composed herself enough to apologize "My apologises, Captain! Eventually you will get used to my visions. Let me assure you they come in handy sometimes. Besides, this one isn't as much a vision as a sighting." Grace continued "If I may be so bold as to ask you, Captain, are you recently joined?"
Harrias responded "Yes! How did you know? Is that the sighting you had?"
"Have. Yes, you have multiple shadows standing behind you. Unfortunately, this will happen to me around recently joined Trills."
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Feb 24, 2005 12:58:52 GMT
Being the marine that Major Zhukarak Hrisvalar was, he was going over the personnel files of the new crew. He and Theel’zhiin had arrived onboard the Nevada no less than thirty minutes ago, and Zhukarak felt it necessary to get a heads up on the new members.
It was odd. There wasn’t much on Cmndr Steve, but the reasoning behind that became apparent after Zhukarak noticed the “Chief of Intelligence” portion of his last assignment. Zhuk didn’t like not knowing anything of his new XO.
The new, or old, ship’s counselor, Cmndr1C Grace Mitchell, had a small mystery also. The Borg tried to assimilate her. It is not known when this happened, for it seems that memory loss became the final result. She had been the Nevada’s counselor before. Her ESP abilities were going to be a plus, as they always are for counselors.
The rest of the new crew was recent graduates from the academy. They have yet to develop any Starfleet secrets.
Lorre Melaine, a Bajoran born in San Francisco, Earth, was to become the new CMO.
Then there was Danara, Cardassian, part of Rex Bonar’s security team. Rex was possibly going to have his hands full between Danara and Lorre. It was going to be interesting.
The last new addition was going to be of personal interest to Zhukarak. It was an Andorian, Frek Telev. Frek grew up through the Tradesman Caste of the Andorian society, as his parents owned a transport company. Zhukarak, himself grew up in the Peasant Caste, with his family being farmers. On Andor, the different Castes still very much kept to themselves, and looked down upon the other. Zhukarak had grown past that when he had joined the Imperial Guard. It was there that he had realized to set aside his differences of the other Castes. Their lives had depended on it. Here aboard the Nevada the same would hold true.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Feb 24, 2005 19:23:23 GMT
Pondering the counsellor, he added the new information about these 'visions' into his memory. He had recalled reading something about that kind of thing in her record, but he had paid it little heed. Now however, he noted it down as something to consider, and indeed, be wary of. He looked back up at her.
"Would you like to meet some more of our crew counsellor? These are our new graduates from the academy."
He left the four to get acquianted for a minute, pulling Lt Cmdr Talla over to one side.
"These visions, are they... dangerous, to her, or anyone else?"
"They are unusual Captain. I do not think it is my place to speak of them."
"Fair enough, I shall have to speak to her then." The trill replied, slightly agitatedly.
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Post by fthelev on Feb 24, 2005 19:59:18 GMT
ooc: As far as I know none of the Federation members worlds have a caste system. That was made clear in the DS9 episode "Accession". The Federation considers a caste system as discrimination.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Feb 24, 2005 20:22:09 GMT
OOC: It's canon, the Andorian's have castes.
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Post by fthelev on Feb 24, 2005 20:30:14 GMT
ooc: since when? I haven't seen it on Enterprise. Neither was it mentioned in one of the other series.
ic: The quartermaster had shown the new arrivals their accommodations for the time being. Frek dumped his bags, the ones he still had left, in a corner and looked around curiously. So, this would be his new home for the time being. It was a big improvement compared to the quarters at the academy and the cadet quarters on the Hanson. It even had a window, Frek noticed. Unfortunately all he could see was the grey metal from the starbase.
By now Frek was feeling a bit peckish. He hadn’t dared to eat the food on the transport. Even the cockroaches were afraid to touch it. It had been ages since he consumed the few sandwiches he had bought on DS9. Perhaps this would a good time to explore the ship, with an emphasis on the messhall.
Except for the technicians working on the upgrade, the corridors were fairly empty. Frek assumed most of them were still having a good time on the station. Only a couple of table were occupied. Frek muttered a soft ‘hallo’ and ordered something from the replicator. Taking his platter to a little table near the widows he sat down and stared outside. This end was somewhat more exciting then the view from his quarters. This end of the ship looked out over the vastness of space. Frek could just make out the curve of a gas giant, mostly hidden behind the station. Enjoying the view he started to consume his dinner.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2005 1:48:47 GMT
(O.O.C The Bajorans did have a rigid caste system, but it broke down during the occupation. They still have it, but few still stick to it)
Melain soaked in the privatness of her quarters. After sharing a room with Danara this would seem like the Celestial Temple in comparison. She had been tempted to check out the medical facilities first, but realised that dragging her luggage around the ship would not exactly make a good impression.
She dumped her bags on the bed, telling herself she'd unpack them later. She noted that some of her things were already present. Frek, Danara and her had sent some of their more bulky belongings to the ship after graduation. Among them was her Prophets shrine andt he keyboard her parents had given to her for her Itanu Ceremony. She caressed the keybaord lovingly and almost sat down to play a few notes when the chime of the door interupted her. "Come in"
The doors slid open and Danara enterd. "Well my room is practically on the other side of the ship, at least they got things right this time. Say, shouldn't you be in sickbay?"
"My shift doesn't officialy start for half an hour." Melain replied. "But you're probably right, I have a lot of medical files to shift through and get updated. What about you?"
"I'm not starting untill tonight, I'm thinking of running some holosimulations for awhile. I'd walk with you to sickbay, but I'd rather not."
"Of course." Melain chuckled. "Now if you don't mind, I've got paper work to do."
Danara laughed at Melain's predicament before leaving for the Holosuits. Melain shook her head and headed for the turbolift.
A few minutes later she was at the doors of sick bay, her sick bay.
"Doctor Melain, I wasn't expecting you for half an hour." The Nurse greeted her. "My name's Rachael, and I must admit it's nice to have a doctor around here again. I've had to run the EMH almost constantly."
"Sounds like I may have quite a bit of work to do cathing up all the files, although I'm sure you've done your best keeping them up to date." The nurse gave her a half hearted smile, and Melain could see that she had been hard pressed to find time for that sort of thing. "While in that case The first thing I'm going to do as CMo is update those files and make sure I visit with each crew member."
"It's a big ship Doctor, good luck."
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Post by Harrias Jira on Feb 25, 2005 2:22:16 GMT
OOC: Right, we all seem to have left me ready room. Grace, feel free to either have told me some more about your visions while we were in my ready room, or skip ahead to off-duty, or whatever.
After a few minutes argument, Harrias finally managed to convince the security officer's that were manning the airlock of the USS Victory that he really was a starfleet captain, not just some guy dressed up in a starfleet uniform. Once they had found this out, they were both very apologetic, and he was let onto the USS Victory with 'sorry's and 'it won't happen again's echoing along the corridor behind him. He walked uneasily through the ship. Although he was completely off-duty on the USS Nevada, it felt wrong to be here when all his new crew was just joining. He was worried that something would go wrong, and he would be needed.
After a few minutes, he arrived in the mess hall of the nebula class vessel. He looked around until he spotted the vulcan he was looking for.
"I hear there is a Kal'toh challenge?"
The vulcan looked up at him. "You are not the commanding officer of this vessel."
"Do I need to be to play?"
"No. I am merely intrigued by your presence."
"I like Kal'toh."
"You must."
"Let's play."
They were the last words exchanged between the pair for a long time, as the game got started. Harrias soon discovered that Sokath was a very good player, and that the trill was slightly out of his league. Nevertheless, he was still managing to keep in touch.
Finally however, the trill was beaten, and he looked up. "You play well."
"It is not about making a balance, but about finding order in chaos. But your performance was satisfactory."
"I was taught by a good player."
"A vulcan."
Harrias looked at him. "A romulan, but a good man." He stood up to leave, but Sokath made a movement. "I recognised your play. The romulan, what was his name?"
"Vreenak." Harrias started to leave, and this time the vulcan didn't stop him. A few minutes later, he was in his quarters on the USS Nevada.
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 25, 2005 4:48:34 GMT
Grace was in her office going over the crew's phsycological profiles. As she came across the captain's, she felt a little disconcerted. She had notice him take Lani aside, and yes she had 'evasdropped'. Not a hard feet for a telepath.
"So, the captain is wary of my visions. Is it because he is not used to telepath's or is it because, oh stop it Grace. Your 20th century is showing through." Grace talking to herself, again. "On the other hand Lirala was that way at first with Grace, and she had been recently joined at the time, maybe that's it. You don't get answers unless you ask the questions, right!"
"Although, I commend Lani for not volunteering any more information about me. I always did like that guy. Guess it's time to go have a talk with Harris Jira, hope he'll forgive me for evasdropping? Hope he can get used to me? Maybe I can help him with his joining, then again maybe not, I've never tried that before. Enough speculating time to locate, procrastinator!!!"
Grace went in search of the Captain. She found him in his quarters, she pushed the door chime and waited for an invitation to enter.
Harrias said "Enter".
Grace walked in "Captain, I was wondering if I could explain about what happened in your ready room?' Harrias, with that wary look on his face, replied "Alright, Counsellor, I am a reasonable man. I am willing to listen."
"Great, alright then, where to begin." Grace was definitely not making a good impression with her rambling, inwardingly she groaned. "First, Captain, I would like to apologize. I kind of overheard your conversation with Lani, I mean Lt. Commander Tally." Grace continued, "Okay, I didn't overhear, I listened in. It is not something I regularly do, but my instincts were on high alert and couldn't help myself. Let me assure you, Captain, that I only use telepathy when it is required in extreme situations, and I think that it has come in handy on past missions and hopefully in future missions."
There, Grace thought, I just absolutely made myself look even more crazy, this captain is going to send me to Starfleet Medical if I am not careful!
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Post by rex on Feb 25, 2005 15:49:24 GMT
With all the new crew comming aboard, Rex had kept quiet for a while. It was always a pleasure to meet new people, but for the chief security officer too many new faces meant working overtime.
The new shiny pip on his collar, made him ever more aware of his responsibilities to the ship. His office was burried in padds it seemed, but actually Bonar was reading the last one.
The door chimed..
The andorian marine walked in, without waiting for the proper response from Rex.
Rex looked up, and in a formal tone the two officers congratulated each other on their promotions.
Since the last mission, Rex had gained more respect for the Andorian's abilities. And by the exchanging of courtesy's it appeared that both were capable of at least a working relation now.
"Lt. I've scheduled a combatexercise at 16.00 hours for my marines in holodeck 3. I thought I give you a heads up as the safety protocols may be turned off during a part of the exercise."
"Thank you major", Rex responded while the marine was already leaving the office.
Rex put down the last padd, and swirled his chair around. Time to meet the new crew, he thought.
He stood up and left the office. On his desk several padds still lay around, but only the one with Dalana's face in the upper left corner was left on.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Feb 26, 2005 2:29:39 GMT
Harrias looked up. "You used your telepathy to listen in on a conversation of a superior officer?"
Commander Mitchell shifted her weight uncomfortably. "Yes sir."
"Could you have not listened in?"
"Theoretically, probably sir."
"But, as you have the ability, it becomes almost second nature to do when you think you are being spoken about. I discovered, when I was serving on board the USS Torano, that if I opened the computer in my office up, I could see exactly what the commanding officer could see. The first time I found out, I was shocked, I closed it straight away. The second time.." He trailed off. "There was a girl I was seeing on that ship, she was nice, a cute girl. But she broke the rules. I knew that the captain was talking to starfleet command about her actions. I opened the computer, and watched it all." He paused again. "Then, once I knew that it was safe, I used to do it all the time. There is no realy moral to this story, I never got caught, the glitch wasn't found until I was on another vessel, and when the asked me about it, I obviously denied any knowledge. But don't get addicted. Don't always listen in. Please. For yourself. There are some things that I need to know that you probably don't want to know."
He stopped talking. He wasn't sure whether he had just made an idiot out of himself with that story. It had seemed to have a point when he was saying it, but now it just sounded like the ramblings of an old man. He glanced in a mirror nearby. He wasn't old. But he certainly wasn't young anymore...
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 26, 2005 13:27:49 GMT
Grace looked at the Captain and instinctively knew that what he had just told her had weighed heavily on his conscious for a long time. This information was given to the counsellor, and something she could help with.
"Captain, why don't we have a seat. I would like to tell you a little story of my own, and it could be a long one."
Harrias motioned to his living area "Very well, let's have a seat". They proceeded to seat down, Harrias in the couch, Grace on a very comfortable chair. " Alright, counsellor, begin your story".
Grace began her story "I don't know how much you have read about me in my personnell record, so I'll begin at my 'new' birth".
"I was born in Earth's past, in the 20th century. I was abducted by the Borg from there and brought to this timeline." Harrias spoke up "This is information I read about you."
Grace continued "After I was rescued from the Borg, I awoke in a sickbay on a Federation Starship. I could not focus on what anyone was saying to me because all I could hear were their thoughts, every persons' thoughts and not just on the that ship. The thoughts were from all over the universe."
Harrias had a sympathetic look and asked "Wasn't that painful?"
"It was very painful in my head. The doctor determined that if I were kept sedated I wouldn't hurt as much. It didn't. The ship brought me to Starfleet Medical where I awoke the next time, again hearing everyone's thought's. There was hope though, a vulcan healer happened to be in the room at the time, he used a mindmeld on me and was able to keep the thoughts subdued. Unfortunately, as soon as the meld was broken the thoughts started again."
"The only way you couldn't hear people's thoughts was if the healer kept the mindmeld on you?" Harrias asked.
"Yes, I couldn't see my self going through life with a healer attached to my head. I actually had thought's of wanting to die to get rid of the pain." Grace replied.
Harrias was beginning to have alot of respect for Grace. In a small way his mind on occasion could be like that with all of his symbiont's previous hosts. "I can sympathize with you but isn't that kind of thinking drastic."
Grace continues "Yes it is, especially for a pshycologist. My belief is you can always find a solution to any problem if you think hard enough. My problem at the time was I couldn't think at all. The vulcan healer had a solution to my problem. It was determined to send me to Vulcan, where a healer there would attempt to help me. I was sedated again, put on medical frigate and taken to Vulcan."
By this point, Harrias decided, refreshments were in order "Grace, would you like something to drink before you continue?" "Alcohol or non?" Grace asked. "Alcohol". "A glass of wine would be nice, thank you!".
Grace noticed the captain had called her by name not counsellor or her rank. As Harrias ordered the drinks from the replicator she continued with her story. "Most of what I just told you is in the medical records but the rest of my story is not due to confidentiallity and the fact I was on Vulcan."
"It took the healer 3 months to get the barage of voices to stop, another 2 months for me to be able to stop the voices myself. It took 7 months more before I was able to localize my telepathy. For me, Captain, to hear everyone's thoughts is easy and painful, to not hear their thoughts takes alot of effort. To hear only one person's thoughts or voice is very intense work, on my part."
Grace looked at Harrias and said "I only use my telepathy when it is absolutly necessary. Even in my counsellor duties, I never use telepathy. I respect the privacy of my patients and feel that I shouldn't know anymore about them then what they are willing to tell me. I assure you, Captain, I'll not use it again unless directed to from you"
ooc: Tag Harrias
Edit: Just added the other bit onto this post to make it easier to understand and take in. Harrias.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2005 17:01:36 GMT
Melain began pulled up the medical records and groaned. They hadn't been updated for at least 5 months, she'd have to meet with every single crew member to get things sorted out. She pulled out a list of the crew, organised by ranks, each rank alphabedicaly. She estimated there to be about 900 crew, and at approximatly 15 minutes with each one, it would take her... 225 hours.. which was about 10 days. and then of course she'd still have to sleep and eat which meant the whole thing would take her over two weeks. Then again she could always have the EMH and Rahael assist her, but she wanted to visit which each crew man, even if it would take forever.
"Well Racheal, we have a lot of work to do." Melain sighed, pulling up the first medical file, an ensign by the name of Aaden Abmers. "This is Doctor Lorre to Ensign Abmers, if your commanding officer can spare you for 15 minutes I'd like to run a routine check up. Your Medical file is a little out of date."
It was probably a good thing Aaden was on the top of her list, the young ensign had a severly damaged tooth he had neglected to take care of when repairing iut would have been possible. Obviosly most of the crew was hesitant to get their health issues checked over by anyone less then a Star Fleet graduated Doctor, Melain couldn't imagine what Racheal had gone through these past months. A couple oral scans of the ensigns mouth and a quick use of the med labs computer and medical replicator and the ensign had a brand new tooth. This of course had taken over 15 minutes, and now they were already behind scedual.
Melain pulled up the next file, a Bolian Ensign by the name of Adana. "This is Doctor Lorre to Ensign Adana, If your commanding officer can spare you for 15 minutes I'd like to see you in sick bay"
(O.O.C don't worry about following the rank and name system I'm using when you come for your checkups, I don't care just as long as I get each of you)
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Post by Harrias Jira on Feb 27, 2005 14:01:43 GMT
"Point taken Commander. I guess I spoke at too much length on a matter I did not know enough about it."
"Don't worry Captain. Most people do."
Harrias laughed slightly. "Yeh, but we both know that doesn't make it right." He took a sip of the wine, and then screwed his face up. "Do you like this."
She looked him in the eyes. "Honestly?"
"Honestly."
"No, it tastes terrible."
The pair of the burst out laughing. Harrias swept the bottle and both the glasses up into his arms, and then dropped them down the garbage shute. He walked over to his drinks cabinet, and selected another one, that looked as though it might be a bit better. He pulled the cork out, and poured them both a glass. Almost simultaneously they took a sip.
"Oh, that's better." He commented, and Grace nodded at him, enjoying the taste to the wine too much to speak and ruin it.
Having tasted the wine to it's full extent, Grace nodded her approval, and then spoke.
"How are you finding life as a joined trill then?"
Harrias held his hands up. "Not now Grace. Sometime we will have this conversation, but not now."
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Post by gracemitchell on Feb 27, 2005 18:54:55 GMT
"Alright, we will not talk about that now, but remember, I am always here to listen if or when you feel you are ready."
"That's all I can expect from a counsellor and a friend."
"I think there is one other thing you should know. I, umm, brought a few personal effects with me."
"Thar's alright, Grace, everyone brings personal effects with them."
"Not like this. The items are antiques and are called a refridgerator and stove/oven. I prefer to cook my own food over using a replicator." Before harrias could answer Grace hurried to finish "Not that I don't go to the mess, I do for the social aspect of life on ship. It's just I like to cook!"
"Well, I guess you can keep the antiques, but only if you try to cook my favorite meal and invite me." Harrias said this with an inward smile in anticipation, then wondered if she could actually make the meal he had in mind.
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Feb 28, 2005 7:13:12 GMT
The holodeck training was going well for the marines. They had completed a two-hour Close Quarter Battle scenario, and were just about to finish up with some hand-to-hand combat.
Zhukarak was in a defensive position, opposite SSgt Carrera, with his ceremonial Chaka in his right hand. Although it was mostly ceremonial, Zhuk’s three-bladed knife was still a very deadly weapon. It consisted of a central blade, like an earth knife, and two blades on each side that could be extended out from the central blade for defense. In this position it resembled a pointing arrow, pointing in the direction of the handle.
“I believe you are aware by now that I do not expect you to hold back during these training regimens, Sergeant Carrera.”
“Yes, I know Major. I am simply awaiting an opening.”
Jason Carrera had feinted a forward thrust, causing Zhuk to try to block it with a swiping move with his Chaka from right to left. It was this moment that Sergeant Carrera used to cut a gash in Zhuk’s exposed right shoulder.
Zhukarak looked at his bleeding shoulder in disappointment. He should have anticipated the feint and not be so quick in his defense. Nonetheless, he was impressed that his senior NCO was successful in his attack.
“I have misjudged your move. I did not expect that you would outmaneuver me in this simple, yet effective way Sergeant.”
“Sorry about that, sir. You have insisted that I don’t hold back. I recommend we end this session so that you can get that looked at. I’ll finish up with the rest of the marines.”
“Yes. This is an opportune moment to visit with our new doctor. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at the firing range, Sergeant Carrera. Come Theel’zhiin!”
Theel’zhiin had been watching the hand-to-hand combat with anticipation and excitement. Being bonded to Zhukarak, Theel’zhiin was ready to pounce upon any and all threatening opponents. As it was a training exercise for the marines, it became a training exercise for the bond of Zhukarak and Theel’zhiin. Theel’zhiin had to learn and realize that Zhuk was not in any real danger. Of course he could sense this from Zhukarak, but visually it was still a disturbing sight for this young firelizard.
Theel’zhiin hopped onto Zhukarak’s left shoulder, knowing that he didn’t want to cause any unnecessary pain to the right shoulder. They left the holodeck with their sights set for sickbay.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2005 3:56:49 GMT
Melain was wrapping up her fourth medical log when the door slid open and two of the ship's marines entered. The Andorian was injured, and from his uniform she could see that he was the Marine core leader.
"You must be Major Hrisvalar, I was not planning on calling you in till next week, but It looks like I'll have to change that." She motioned to a nearby bio bed. "I'll need you to take off your shirt so I can get a better look at the injury." The Major obeyd and she could see that he was very fit, which did not surprise her.
"It was a training exercise." The Major replied, he must have noticed her suspician about the injury, such cuts were rarely accidental. "Don't worry we're taking all the proper percautions."
"Perhaps you are, but personaly I would prefer any training exercises be done either in a holosuit with the safetys on, or with dulled wepeons. I'd rather treat a bruise then a cut, you're lucky this wound is superficial." How did this crew survive without a CMO for so long? So far nearly every crew member she'd seen had some untreated illness or injury. She grabbed an Autosuture from a medical tray and set to work on the Major's wound. The other Marine stood nearby nervously, almost as though he expected some sort of reprimend for injuring his superior
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