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Post by imad on Oct 11, 2007 4:44:53 GMT
From his seat at the bar, Imad watched a woman lead a young Starfleet officer through a set of doors near the back of the establishment. ~Yeehaw Ride'em Cowboy.~ He thought as the corners of his mouth lifted in a knowing smile before the young man took a drink from his fifth beer. ~Or is it my sixth?~ He had been to his share of bars, and even in the reserves the marines knew how to enjoy themselves. Imad glanced over at the woman who was hanging on Jamil's arm. He knew that Jamil was aware that she probably worked for the Fishbowl but that didn't stop the marine from enjoying her company. Imad set the bottle on the bar and began to peel the label off of the bottle, almost bored with his surroundings. ~I hope Ainsleigh did well on that training exercise. Maybe I'll see her again...maybe soon.~
An arm slid around his shoulders and he felt a woman's body press against his side. "You look like you could use some company, soldier boy," a feminine voice purred in his ear. Imad turned to find a sizzling hot Orion woman seated beside him.
"Thank you for the offer, but I'm not interested," Imad said politely, as he moved over, disengaging himself from the prostitute. He turned his attention back to the bottle's label, hoping the woman would find new prey and leave him alone.
Stunned by his refusal of her company, the woman could only stare at him for a minute, then said, "My name is Serena. I could make you feel really good," she purred at him as her fingers danced over his left bicep. "And you wouldn't be lonely with me."
"Ma'am, I already told you I wasn't interested," Imad said, turning back to look at the woman. "Please cease what you are doing and go away." Rebuffed, the woman sneered at him and made some remark about his sexual preference before slinking away. Imad just shook his head in disbelief. ~Please Lady, you just can not take a hint. Hmmm I should have told her scraping the bottom is not my style.~ Glancing around the bar to see if anyone had witnessed his exchange with the prostitute, Imad noticed a marine making his way towards them. The guy took a seat next to them.
"I'm told that you two are from the Nevada," the marine said. Imad nodded in reply, then finished off the last of his beer, wondering what the marine officer wanted. "Captain Leo Potter, Fighter Pilot," the officer said introducing himself and extending his hand in greeting.
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Imad waited then shook Potter's hand after Jamil had introduced them. "It's an honor sir," Imad said as he gripped Potter's hand firmly. "Have you been with the marines for very long?" Imad asked, curious as to the reason why the man had introduced himself.
"Yep, I was the Jefferson's Marine CO a year back, but left when my personal situation dictated that I should. Don't think a kid should have the first year of his life on a starship," Captain Potter explained, giving Imad the impression that the marine was an experienced officer and a new parent.
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"Captain, perhaps you will join us for a drink," Imad asked as he waved at the bartender for another round. "If I am going out in flames, I at least want to know I drank my share of this station dry," Imad joked.
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::Later::
"I want to be an Airborne Ranger!" Imad sang at the top of his lungs as he ran through the station. A misplaced step and he sprawled out on the deck of the station. Laughing as he hit the floor, Imad wondered why he felt so good even though he had hit the deck pretty hard. ~Oh yeah, because I'm drunk.~ Behind him the marine could hear Jamil and Potter's boots on the deckplates and knew they were close behind him.
Imad had lost the drinking competition and had to 'eat crow' publicly, meaning he had to run through the station and sing a cadence of one of the Corps oldest rivals. He laughed and rolled over, looking up to find a couple of officers staring down at him.
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Post by T'Brel Peers on Oct 11, 2007 5:00:59 GMT
Not wanting to be totally alone on the Nevada, T'Brel made his way onto the starbase. Wanting to speak to his mother, T'Brel made his way towards her office, but was stopped when he heard a clearly drunk marine singing off in the distance. His superior hearing told him that he was coming this way. When the singing fool finally reached his view he saw that it was a member of the Nevada crew. T'Brel had made it his priority to know all members of the senior staff, department heads, and special operations. If his memory was right the person in front of him was Imad Mrad, brother of Jamil Mrad.
When he saw Jamil and another marine running alongside him he couldn't help but feel embarrassed for the three of them. They were clearly drunk and stupid.
"Marine get your drunken self off the floor, your disrespecting yourself and the uniform you put on everyday," T'Brel said as he came into view. "Jamil you should know better than get drunk while the station is on high alert."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2007 13:44:23 GMT
Dan looked up from the table to see a clearly drunk young Marine sprawl flat on his face onto the decking. After a moment, he recognized him from the personnel files. "Oh, wonderful," he said, thinking out loud.
Reo followed his gaze. "Is he one of ours?"
"Indeed he is. He's our new Flight Wing CO," Dan said as he stood up.
He headed toward Lt. Mrad, but another officer beat him to it. "Marine get your drunken self off the floor, your disrespecting yourself and the uniform you put on everyday," T'Brel said. "Jamil you should know better than get drunk while the station is on high alert."
Ah, the older brother, Dan thought, noting the Marine Major approaching. He noted the others present as Captain Potter, and T'Brel Peers. Looks like I get to meet the new arrivals all at once. Time for a good first impression.
T'Brel moved toward Mrad, but Dan got there faster. "I'll handle this, Commander," Dan said, and proceeded to lift Imad off the floor, literally as his boots left the deck by a centimeter, and placed him on his feet, saying, "On your feet, Lieutenant," as he did so.
Imad clearly wasn't sure what was going on, as "Wha...?" was all he said as he looked back toward Dan with eyes slightly unfocused.
"And I don't care how drunk you are, you will address me as 'Sir'," Dan said as he stepped back, but then shot his hand again to keep Imad from falling over again.
"You are Lieutenant Mrad, I presume?" Dan asked, then after receiving what was close enough to acknowledgment said, "I'm Commander Trek, First Officer of the Nevada."
Dan looked to the other men. "Commander T'Brel, Major Mrad, and Captain Potter," he said, looking at each of them in turn. "Welcome aboard," he said, and looking to Jamil, "and get him sober." And he walked away.
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Post by imad on Oct 11, 2007 21:48:28 GMT
Imad listened to one officer rant at him while he was still on the deck. ~Geez I'm right here..you don't have to shout.~ he thought as some guy went on and on about 'disgracing the uniform' and something about high alert. ~If we're on high alert why are people sitting around drinking tea? Maybe it's a 'high tea alert'..~ he thought before snickering to himself.
All of a sudden another Commander appeared out of the woodwork. This one seemed to be in less of a better mood but at least he didn't shout. At this point the marine stood to his feet or rather was pulled to his feet by Jamil and Leo. Imad blinked at the man as he introduced himself and said something about saying sir and something about the Nevada and something else but all of it was lost in the general buzz of conversation. ~Is this going to be on the test...no wait, what test is that? I have a test!! I have to go study..I'm completely unprepared for a test. Wait, I have a test??~
The Commander walked off and Imad turned to Jamil and said, "You didn't tell me there was a test!" Then the marine passed out.
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Post by joshreo on Oct 12, 2007 13:57:07 GMT
The waitress brought their drinks and Dan took a drink of his and was in the process of saying something when his arm flickered on and off. He dropped his cup of juice and spilled it all over him.
The waitress left and Dan looked at Josh, and shook his head. "I hate it when that happens."
"Does that happen often? How exactly did that happen? I haven't had a chance to read your bio," Josh asked, but before Dan could answer a Marine went running by screaming words that were barely understandable, tripped and fell face first on the deck.
"Oh, wonderful," Dan said.
"Is he one of ours?" Josh asked.
"Indeed he is. He's our new Flight Wing CO," Dan said as he stood up.
Josh got up and followed. After the whole spectacle was over, Josh leaned over to Dan and asked, "Do you want me to put him in the Brig while he sobers up? I never really liked Marines anyway."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2007 21:24:15 GMT
As Dan was about to return to his table, Josh leaned over to Dan and asked, "Do you want me to put him in the Brig while he sobers up? I never really liked Marines anyway."
Dan turned and looked at the young Marine. "No, I think we'll be lenient on this one. The aftereffects, what humans call a hangover, will be sufficient, I think."
Imad, at that moment, yelled "You didn't tell me there was a test!" He then appeared to pass out.
"He certainly is inebriated, isn't he?" Dan asked rhetorically.
He turned back toward his table to see the young waitress standing there, looking toward him, holding up his fresh drink. Dan nodded, gestured to Josh, and they returned to their table.
"Wow, you certainly are a tall one," the waitress said looking up at Dan's height as they returned and sat down. She placed the drink on the table. "Don't drop this one, okay?"
Dan chuckled and nodded. He picked it up, this time careful to do so with his right hand, and sipped. The waitress left. "Now, where were we?"
"I was asking about why you dropped your drink," Josh reminded him.
"Ah yes," Dan said, and placed the drink down, rolled up his sleeve, and deactivated the holographic portion of his arm. "It's a holographic prosthesis. I lost the missing part of my arm in a shuttle accident."
"Remarkable," Josh said.
"It is," Dan said in agreement. "It's also programmed to become various tools, which I found rather more convenient than carrying a tool kit. Not that I'll be carrying one much anymore now that I'm First Officer. And the arm has its glitches now and again, as you just saw, but they're rare. And it hasn't yet ever completely gone off-line, fortunately."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2007 19:55:08 GMT
A huge smile suddenly appeared on Sandy Lou's face, she placed the brush down and agreed.
"The restaurant section isn't too far away. How about going there?"
At Sandy Lou's nod, the two walked into the hallway.
"You're at Ops?" Lucy asked.
"Yeah im ops, so the Nevada is in good hands" she laughed in response to Lucys question.
"What all do you do there? I'm going to be spending time on the bridge once we get a new mission. It'll be good if I can get to know the bridge crew and especially know what you'll be doing."
"Now thats a question" she said chuckling, "We cover alot, status reports, sensor readings, supplying relevant nav data, I could go on but I would want to bore you" Sandy Lou added.
"Wow. I didn't know the operations officer handled so many duties. The classes I took touched on just a few of them." Lucy pointed then took a left turn onto the promenade. "I don't plan on being in command any time soon. And I never want to captain a ship. So I got through the courses that were mandatory with straight B's. Once we got into medical stuff, I churned out A's consistently. What about you? You want to be a captain some day?"
"I dont know, I hope to just climb through the ranks, maybe one day be a chief ops officer, as for a command position I dont want that until I feel I amready, not some jumped up admiral thats stuck behind a desk back on earth" she said, she wasnt much keen on those types, they always seemed to self important.
As Sandy Lou talked about her hopes for the future, the two of them found themselves at a junction facing more than 10 restaurant choices.
"Well, here we are, I will let you decied on a restaurant, Im not to fussy as long as they do italian dishes" Sandy Lou said with a smile on her face.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2007 0:08:55 GMT
"Well, here we are, I will let you decied on a restaurant, Im not to fussy as long as they do italian dishes" Sandy Lou said with a smile on her face.
"Over there," Lucy started to say, then her gaze caught the CMO's eyes. Dr. T'Pren was sitting next to Lt. Stephens. Closely, Lucy thought. A bit too close. "There's Stephens and the doctor. Let's stop in and say hi. Maybe they'll want to join us?"
Tapping Sandy Lou's arm, Lucy didn't pay much attention to whether she had agreed or not -and assumed she did agree- and walked into the brightly lit bakery. Waving slightly, she made sure the doctor knew she was there.
Do I go ahead and sit? Or should I stand there and try to be polite? Maybe I should... No, hitting a doctor might be construed as unfriendly.
"Doctor, lieutenant, nice meeting you here. Have you met Sandy Lou Black?" Lucy greeted them with what she hoped was civility.
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"Oh, we were on our way to that Italian place across the way. Thought you might want to join us. You know, get to know the crew better." Better than I know you already, Connor. She looked at his eyes, staring up at her and her heart started leaping with happiness. How does he DO that? One glance and I'm putty.
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Post by imad on Oct 14, 2007 6:12:13 GMT
He was drowning. Drowning in a hot liquid that had the consistency of crude oil. And it kept flowing down his throat in large quantities. Choking and spluttering, Imad managed to push his way to the top and break free. Oxygen, sweet kiss of life. The marine breathed deeply but then more of the liquid was poured into his mouth.
"Stop, stop, no more," Imad complained as he pushed the steaming mug away from his lips. "I am awake..I..ouch," the marine said as he pressed his palm against his forehead. "How much did I drink?"
"Most of the Fishtank's stock of ale," Jamil said as he pushed the mug of coffee back towards Imad. He had been pouring liberal amounts of the strong, black coffee down his brother's throat to try and 'dry Imad out'.
Imad frowned and took a drink from the mug. He immediately coughed, looked at Jamil and said, "Did they run out of sugar?" His head was pounding and Imad winced at the sound of his own voice.
"No, our CO ordered me to sober you up, so I did it the quickest way possible. Plenty of hot coffee," Jamil said smugly.
"Ah," Imad replied, nodding his head in agreement, not too much though because even slight movement hurt. As the fog in his brain dissipated Jamil's words cut through and were processed. "Wait, did you just say our CO ordered you to get me sober?" the younger brother asked. "I don't remember...oh man."
"He was the second officer that spoke to you," Jamil explained.
"The second Commander guy..aw no," Imad said as he lowered his head to the table. ~Perfect! Nice one Imad. Just make the worst impression possible on your first day of active duty.~ "I should just go home now..."
"Don't worry so much bro. I think you will be okay. At least you aren't in the brig," his older brother said then clapped Imad on the back.
Imad screeched as pain tore through him. He jerked away from Jamil's hand. "Why does my back hurt?" he asked his brother. The pain in his head was nothing compared to the agony that he felt.
"Well, after..during the drinking you wanted to get a tattoo," Jamil said.
He stared at his older brother as a sensation of horror crept into his thoughts. "What does it say?"
"Daddy's Little Girl."
"Aww man, just kill me now," Imad lamented. He stood to his feet and made his way to the cafe's facilities. Upon entering the Men's Room Imad removed his uniform jacket and undershirt, he turned to inspect the mistake he had made in the mirror. Tattooed across his back were the words 'Semper Fidelis' in ornate script. Imad breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't think of a better tattoo to have. ~Always Faithful, the Corps motto. My motto too now.~ The marine turned on one of the sinks and splashed some cold water on his face. He felt somewhat better and pulled his shirt back on, careful not to let the fabric brush against his new tattoo.
~I wonder what Ainsleigh will think about it?~ Imad thought, not a doubt in his mind that he would see the young woman again soon.
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Post by sfcmradj1 on Oct 15, 2007 4:34:55 GMT
~~~~ At the Bar ~~~~
Jamil was impressed when his younger brother insist on a drinking contest with him and the new guy Captain Potter. Jamil already knew that Imad had no chance in beating them but he let him do it and the result was a drank Marine running and singing all around in the station.
~~~~ Corridor 7 ~~~~
The Newly appointed CO of fighter wings was running all round singing while Jamil and Leo running behind him laughing at him. After turning the corner, Jamil saw his brother laying down on the floor and some commander is yelling at him; From away, the Marine was not able to identify the person but he wasn't to let his brother alone, so he accelerate him self and when he approach, he saw commander T'Brel.
T'Brel looked at Jamil and then yelled "Jamil you should know better than get drunk while the station is on high alert."
Jamil was not aware that the station was on high alert and before telling the commander that the Marines were already on shore leave before joining the Nevada, another Commander approach them. Jamil identify him as the commanding officer of the Nevada.
"Oh great, thing are getting better and better" Jamil thought to him self. Commander Trek ordered the Major to pick up his brother and to clear him from his drunkenness. Jamil hold Imad in his hand and drag him to a near by coffee shop. Jamil put his brother on one of the desk and went to nearby replicator.
"Black Coffee" Jamil yelled at the computer and then take the cup and open Imad mouth, he put all the coffee in his brother then went back to the replicator and ordered many coffee cups because he knew that awakening Imad was not an easy task.
Half an hour later, Imad was yelling "No more, no more" after drinking the 10th coffee cup; He turned to his brother and asked him about what happened. Jamil told him that 2 commanding officers where yelling at him which make Imad feel shame and guilt; at that moment Jamil tell the Younger member of Mrad family that a lovely Tattoo was indent to his back which mark "Daddy's Little Girl." .
Imad jumped from his place and start running toward the bathroom. Jamil was laughing at him, then he ordered a coffee for him self and start drinking it slowly waiting for his brother to comeback. 10 minutes later, Imad returned somehow satisfied with the Tatoo, knowing that his brother was bluffing and a proud tattoo was printed to his back "Semper Fidelis".
~~~~ 1 Hour Later ~~~~
The three Marine, Jamil, Imad and Leo were standing on a padd waiting to be transported to the Nevada. Jamil felt him self disappeared to reaper on the Nevada transporter room. Sergeant Ayoub approach Jamil and stand in attention "Welcome to the Nevada major".
"Nice to be around Sergeant, is every thing ready" Jamil replied. "Every thing is as you requested Sir, the supplies are stocked and the Marines are in their quarters".
"Good Sergeant, prepare the Marines for inspection tomorrow at 8" Jamil said that and exit the room followed by Imad and Leo.
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Post by connorstephens on Oct 16, 2007 19:18:10 GMT
Stephens was deep in conversation with T'Pren and hadn't noticed anyone come into the bakery. In fact, he hadn't noticed anything other than T'Pren's beautiful dark eyes, missing the bulk of what she had been saying, steeped in a fantasy of color and sweetness, all owing to her unique Vulcan/Canadian American beauty. It wasn't until she happened to look away, toward the entrance, that Stephens even remembered where he was in the first place. He saw a dark look flicker across her face, for just an instant, and then he turned to follow her gaze.
"Doctor, lieutenant, nice meeting you here. Have you met Sandy Lou Black?" Lucy greeted them with what she hoped was civility.
"Lt Grey. Uhh, no, I haven't met Ms Black." He extended his hand and took her smaller one into his own. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sandy. This," he said, indicating T'Pren, "is T'Pren Ironhorse, our CMO. She and I served together in the Academy. And what are you two doing here?"
"Oh, we were on our way to that Italian place across the way. Thought you might want to join us. You know, get to know the crew better."
"Italian, huh? Veal Saltimbocca, Chianti. Sounds lovely. Is the food good there? And of course, it is always good to get to know the crew better. What do you think, T'Pren?"
But T'Pren was fully clouded now, her brown furrowed in consternation. Stephens was surprised, as it never occurred to him that there might be a connection between the sudden appearance of Lt Grey and T'Pren's mood.
"I don't think...," she started.
"But we ought to take the time to get to know everyone. We're still new to this ship, and we keep taking on new crew all the time. Goodness, I don't even know who the Captain is anymore, it's probably changed since we've been here having coffee."
T'Pren look unconvinced. "Connor, you know perfectly well we never have any time together."
"We'll still be together. I'm sure these ladies aren't going to intrude on that. And anyway, we will always have time after we eat. I'll walk you back to your quarters then."
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"Lt Grey, Lucy, I mean. Go ahead and get us a table. T'Pren and I will come shortly."
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As Lt Grey and Ms Black moved on out of the bakery, Stephens looked at T'Pren again, for the millionth time. He never tired of it, and could not imagine how he could. She looked at him too, and they both smiled. Stephens was already imagining the kisses they might share later.
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Post by imad on Oct 18, 2007 4:52:40 GMT
::USS Nevada::
Imad watched as Jamil conferred with his ranking NCO about the status of the marines. The scene reminded him of his father when he would arrive at his Command outside of Beirut and review the marines. Imad remembered the few times he was allowed to go with his father and how it made him proud to be his father's son when the soldiers had treated his father with respect. Now he smiled slightly as he felt proud for his brother and what Jamil had achieved.
~Inspection at 0800.~ he thought, wondering if his brother would include the flight wing in the inspection. "Jamil, I need to check on the status of my pilots and our birds," he told his brother and CO as he followed the older Mrad through the corridors.
Jamil nodded his head, understanding Imad's need to make sure everything was in place before the Nevada's departure. "Drop by my office later and give me a sit-rep."
"Yes sir," Imad replied, then spoke to the other pilot, "Captain Potter, let's go see what sort of birds we'll be flying." The 3rd Lieutenant turned to the right at the next junction, splitting away from Jamil. He entered the turbolift, followed by Potter and gave the appropriate directions that would bring the two men to the hangarbay.
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Post by joshreo on Oct 22, 2007 16:40:23 GMT
"It is," Dan said. "It's also programmed to become various tools, which I found rather more convenient than carrying a tool kit. Not that I'll be carrying one much anymore now that I'm First Officer. And the arm has its glitches now and again, as you just saw, but they're rare. And it hasn't yet ever completely gone off-line, fortunately."
"Sounds like you need to get in touch with the engineer who designed it," Josh said.
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"I was kidding sir, I know that he is assigned to the Nevada as the Fighter Wing's Chief Mechanic," Josh paused to look at the wall mounted chronometer, "If you'll excuse me sir, its starting to get late and I want to prepare the security department for a 'surprise' in the morning," Josh said as he stood up to leave.
Josh walked to the Nevada. After he entered the airlock he headed to his office. One of the policies that Josh had for his security officers was that at the beginning of every shift, they are to report into the security office and check for any instructions from the CTSO/ACTSO. Usually he left all of the instructions to his assistant chief, but after what happened with the new Marine Officers today, he decided that he need to make one. He typed it out real quick and posted it towards the back pages of the electronic bulletin board in the Ready Room.
It read: ATTN: ALL SECURITY OFFICERS If you witness any of the Marines getting out of hand, or you get a report the any Marine is getting rowdy, You are to escort him (or all of them) to the Brig, this includes the SMO and Fighter Pilots.
Signed: Josh Reo CTSO
After he posted his message, he sent one to his assistant Lt. Hughs telling him about the new message, but he didn’t want the rest of the officers to know, unless they read through the bulletin board.
He then left his office and headed to the SMO’s office. When he got there, he noticed that no-one was around. He went to the replicator and ordered a whoopi-cousion, a 20th century device used to amuse someone at the expense of someone else; this was also known as a prank. He blew it up and placed it on the SMO’s chair.
He then waited in one of the dark corners of the office.
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Post by imad on Oct 22, 2007 20:31:30 GMT
"Belay that computer," Imad said then re-stated his request, "Deck A, Tactical Information Center." Turning to Potter as the lift began to move he commented, "No need to beat around the bush, time to introduce ourselves to the TIC CO."
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"I hope we have time for some flight training before we embark. I could use the extra flight time, its been a few weeks since I sat in a cockpit," Imad admitted to the officer. In all truthfulness it had been nearly two months since he had logged any flight time. ~That's rusty for a fighter pilot.~ The marine flight officer thought. The lift stopped and he and Potter exited the lift and found themselves in a room with five other people. The room was illuminated by a holographic display in its center but there seemed to be an air of relaxation in the room.
Two officers were working at the flight operations consoles, and from the display, Imad could tell they were busy directing supply shuttles back and forth from the ship. A Bolian in engineering gold was examining the Master System's Display on the starboard bulkhead and another engineer was working at another Flight Operations console nearby. There was an officer in command crimson, who glanced over at them then made her way over.
Imad and Potter came to attention and saluted the officer. "Third Lieutenant Imad Mrad," he said, "and Captain Leo Potter," Leo chimed in.
"Lieutenant Shivra Ramanja," the woman replied as she returned the salute then shook hands with both of them before saying, "I suppose you're the two new pilots..and Mrad you are no longer a Third Lieutenant. Commander Keyes told me to inform you that you are now a First Lieutenant, seems that brass was just late upon informing you about the promotion, Congratulations."
Imad just smiled and kept smiling, he was so pleased and surprised he didn't know what to say but managed to stammer a 'thank you' before Lt. Ramanja launched into a brief overview of the TIC and its CO, Commander Brian Keyes. ~I suppose Jamil already knows..but I will send Ainsleigh a message..maybe I will get to see her soon. I would love to tell her in person. We could celebrate over Asian food!~
"So as I was saying, the Kaneda class fighters are proven and tested but not the most modern performance fighters Starfleet has to offer.." Ramanja's voice cut into his thoughts.
"And we'll be getting Eagle Interceptors as replacements?" Imad suggested. It was a ship he was familiar with, having logged some hours flying time in the bird in the reserves before he had left Earth to join S47.
"Commander Keyes, has left that decision to you Lieutenant," the officer told him, "as Flight Wing CO you get to decide." Her eyes flashed and she smiled at him. Imad could see that Flight Ops was almost excited about getting a new toy to play with as he was.
"Then let's go with the Eagles," Imad replied and added an excited 'Ooh-rah!' in for good measure.
~~~Later~~~
After inspecting the flight deck and the fighters they would soon be replacing with Eagles, Imad retired to his personal quarters which were located close to the TIC. After taking a shower, shaving and dressing in a clean pair of BDUs, Imad sat down to compose a message to send to Ainsleigh.
Cadet Fourth Class Ainsleigh McLeod S47 Academy
Ainsleigh,
I hope your training is going well. Today I got promoted to 1st Lieutenant and I wanted to tell you. I have my own quarters on the Nevada, which is good because they are nice but sort of lonely. I've met a couple of the ship's officers, they seem nice enough. Maybe when we see each other we will both have new promotions to celebrate. I know you are going to be a fine officer and a credit to your home world. I miss you, I miss talking to you and being in your company.
Yours, Imad
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Oct 22, 2007 22:05:30 GMT
Their mimi-mission over, Ainsleigh just had enough time to get to her quarters and clean up before the meeting in the briefing room was due to start.
A flashing light on her personal computer caught her attention surprising the cadet. Curious, her fingers tapped the keyboard and she saw it was a subspace message originating on the Nevada.
Her heart skipped a beat, "Imad," she said breathlessly. Her roommate turned at the petite woman's intake of breath and raised an eyebrow to question. McLeod waved her off, but her smile told volumns.
Ainsleigh,
I hope your training is going well. Today I got promoted to 1st Lieutenant and I wanted to tell you. I have my own quarters on the Nevada, which is good because they are nice but sort of lonely. I've met a couple of the ship's officers, they seem nice enough. Maybe when we see each other we will both have new promotions to celebrate. I know you are going to be a fine officer and a credit to your home world. I miss you, I miss talking to you and being in your company.
Yours, Imad Not having time to reply, she smiled and saved the message. She'd write later.
She dashed out, the Captain had said 'don't be late' and here she was late! Running, she caught the turbolift and would make the meeting at the stroke of 16:00. Sometimes it paid to be lucky.
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Post by leopotter on Oct 23, 2007 2:02:56 GMT
Leo walked into his quarters, which he had already set up earlier when he had went onboard with S'harien to drop off all their stuff and set up their quarters.
Since he was a single father, he got bigger quarters then a single officer would usually get. It had OK size main room, with 2 couches and 2 chairs surrounding a small table, a bigger dinner table. His room was off to the right, S'hariens was right beside his, and the bathroom was on the other side of the quarters.
S'harien was still at the Day Care, he had checked in on him before he returned to his quarters. The woman said that he was getting along well with the other kids who were also there. She had said that he could stay a few more hours if Leo wanted.
So Leo decided that S'harien should stay and get to know some of the other children on the ship sooner then later.
Leo went over to his small desk, where one of his duffel bags were. This particular bag was filled with some stuff from home, including pictures of his family; His older brother and his wife, his mother and father, his entire family, which had him, S'harien, his parents, his brother and his family, and his cousins on his fathers side. No one from his mothers side, since they were all in the romulan empire, or traveled in between.
He unpacked all of these and arranged them on his desk. He also pulled out a few pictures of some old earth fighter aircraft, the Spitfire, F-16, F-15, and the F-18, plus a few old tanks and other weaponry that he was fond of.
Even from one bag he pulled out an APR, or Assault Phaser Rifle, something he had gotten from his last mission on the Jefferson. It was a phaser rifle that could fire on full auto mode, semi auto, or burst mode, and it also had a grenade launcher on it, useful when he needed it. He put it on a stand on a shelf behind his desk, where it was displayed nicely, but also in a quick to reach place in case he needed it.
After about 20 minutes of doing everything, Leo felt satisfied with his decorating, he even set up S'hariens crib and replicated some toys for him.
Leo decided to go for a walk down to the main lounge.
He turned a corner while going down one of the corridors near the main lounge, where he ran into Imad, who had a happy smile on his face...like he had just done something he enjoyed.
They both went to salute, and they both stopped halfway, unsure of who was supposed to salute who.
Leo laughed and lowered his hand, Imad did as well. "How about we forgo saluting? Since your supposed to salute me because i outrank you, but I'm supposed to salute you because of your position.... I think it would be for the better." Leo said with a smile.
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Leo chuckled and shook his head. "I'm going for a drink at the lounge, care to join me?" He asked. Seeing a look of horror pass over Imads face, Leo laughed again, remembering the last time Imad had a drink. "Synthanol of course though, we don't want a repeat of last time now do we?" He said with a grin.
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He nodded. "Alright then, Lead the way Imad. " He said, motioning for Imad to walk in front towards the lounge.
On their way to the lounge, which was up ahead, Leo asked, "So, what do you think of the Eagle Interceptor, compared to those Kaneada's down in the shuttle bay?" as they stepped into the lounge.
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Post by sfcmradj1 on Oct 23, 2007 4:37:22 GMT
~~~ Holodeck 2 ~~~
The Marines were standing in rows listening to their commanding officer ; Jamil was standing in front of his platoon addressing them
"...As Marines, our job is to defend the federation against all its enemies and your job is to be loyal to your Platoon and to your teammate, in my platoon we all one family; no one is left behind and no one is left alone. we die together or we live together"
"OORRAAHHHH" Was the sound off all the Marines standing in the room. Jamil turned to the Sergeant and inquire him of the status of his platoon.
"We have 2 privates not reported to the assembling, Major" Sergeant Ayoub reported to his commanding officer.
"Very well Sergeant, i will handle this situation my self. I need you to prepare a training schedule for the platoon and i want it on my desk in 2 hours" Jamil ordered the Sergeant who salute and went back to the platoon and start dismissing them to their quarters.
Jamil press his badge "Private Metri and Private Bardawil, report to my office". Jamil waiting for both Marines to acknowledge his call but no one answered. "Computer, locate private Rojet Mitri and private Bachir Bardawil" Jamil ordered the ship main computer. moment later, her heard the voice of the computer informing him that both Marines were in the ship brig.
"What the heck" Jamil exit the room and head directly to the brig. As entering the security office, he heard the voice of his Marines shouting from inside. "Hey let us out, hey what is the meaning of this" Rojet was shouting on 3 of the security officers who were standing outside the holding cells laughing.
"I WANT THOSE MARINES OUT NOW" Jamil shout at the officers who were shocked by seeing the Marine Major standing infront of him. The Higher ranking officer, a Lt. move forward and said
"Sorry Major, but we have ordered from Commander Reo"
"Commander Reo you say, i want to see the incident file and the reason you are keeping them in the brig" Jamil crossed his hand waiting for the officers to respond; The 3 officers start looking in each other eyes, then the Lt. respond that they didn't fill an incident report yet.
Jamil ordered with a cold voice "I advise you to release these 2 now". The scared Officer went to a near by panel and pressed a button. The forcefield holding the cells disappeared and both Marines get out and stand in attention in front of their Major.
"Both of you, report to Sergeant Ayoub. I will deal with you later on. Dismiss" Jamil ordered both Marines and then looked to the officers and exit the room.
"Well, i think this new assignment to the Nevada will be interesting" Jamil though as he approach his quarter. The door of the room opened and the Major enter the room. He suddenly stopped and his sense of something wrong jumped into his head. The room looked as he left it earlier but for some reason he felt something was wrong; His fighting years trained him to be alert to every anuswal thing.
Jamil approach his desk, but before he sat he jumped suddenly when he felt something under his body. But before he take any action, he noticed a shadow in the back corner of his room; The Major, put his hand quickly under the desk and remove a small phaser and pointed it to the shadow.
"Get out from your place or you i will shoot" Jamil shout at the hiding person.
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"Is this your Idea of a welcoming party" Jamil put his weapon on his desk. He never like that type of jokes and the incident with his Marines in the brig was still playing in his head.
"Is it always to welcome new comers by putting them in Jail" Jamil inquired about his two Marines
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"They are my Marines and until they brake any rules outside the Marines area or the rules of the ship, i will handle them in my way Sir"
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Post by connorstephens on Oct 24, 2007 14:36:16 GMT
"...and so there we were, just having finished recalibrating the sensors on the Hanson, when Commander Manto ordered us to sickbay for our physicals."
The four of them--Stephens, Grey, T'Pren and Black--had managed to secure a table at the Italian restaurant across from the little bakery where they had all met. T'Pren had, it was to be admitted, come reluctantly, but a combination of her deep caring for Stephens coupled with a slightly jealous desire to keep him in her sights, was the motive for her presence.
Stephens, typically, was blithely unaware of any tension between the two women, Grey and T'Pren. At the small table in the rear of the restaurant, T'Pren sat next to Stephens, quite closely, and made sure that Lt Grey was directly across, to prevent any romantic notions she might have or be inclined to act upon.
"We made it to sickbay," Stephens continued, "and T'Pren perched herself up on a biobed, awaiting the cadet medic who would administer her physical examination. We were not aware that an intruder was on board, and in that moment, the lights went out. There was a good bit of scuffling, and I was slammed bodily into the bulkhead behind me. I heard the medic, a certain Caitlin Isis, mumble something about a lost Tribble. In the next moment, she had out a hypospray, and at the pressing of the trigger, pheromones were released."
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"Well, I hadn't, at that point, regarded T'Pren as anything other than a competent science officer with a degree in medicine. She was a fellow cadet and a colleague. But at the administration of the pheromone, my mind became dark and I felt a deep longing desire for a WOMAN. T'Pren was the closest one to me, and, I must admit ashamedly, desired her more than anything in my life. I grabbed her, kissed her, and was intent on taking advantage of her when I was stung by another hypo, this time to my neck. I was instantly paralyzed, and could not carry ut my plan of violent seduction, much to my immediate discomfort and also relief."
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"Of course, T'Pren and I made up later. I was exquisitely embarrassed, of course, and offered her dinner in my quarters. When we were assigned to the Nevada, T'Pren left for a time, and I wondered if she would return. She did, as you see, and we have tried to find time to explore this new relationship."
All the while he was talking, Stephens was aware, acutely, of Lt Grey sitting across from him. At one juncture, her leg brushed against his, colorng his face scarlet. At another, as she poured more Chianti into Stephens' glass, her hand brushed his and her eyes flickered coyly, prompting him to remember the experience they had shared aboard the Kanan-thar, holding each other when they didn't know where they were.
T'Pren, for her part, kept her calm demeanor as befit a Vulcan, but it was obvious to everyone but Stephens that she was seething nonetheless. Ms Black took it all in with a look of amusement on her face.
When dinner at last arrived, Stephens set to heartily, never noticing that the others were watching him, forming their own private thoughts.
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Post by imad on Oct 26, 2007 3:42:01 GMT
He stared up at the ceiling of his quarters. The entire span of it was the same light beige color of all the rooms but Imad wasn't particularly interested in that aspect. He was wondering what Ainsleigh would be doing about that time. Imad reclined his head further back into the upper cushion of the couch. ~I bet she's...not nearly as bored as I am.~ he thought, emitting a chuckle. The officer pulled himself into an upright position and looked around the room. The quarters were sparsely furnished even after Imad had moved in. He hadn't brought much with him from Earth, just a care package his mother had sent to Jamil. The rest of his duffel had included mostly clothes and some books along with a few personal effects. ~I guess I could go see what Jamil is doing.~ Imad figured.
Ten minutes later he was hopelessly lost. ~Is it a left here or a right?~ the officer thought as he stood at the T-junction. He looked up to find Captain Potter walking towards him. Imad raised his hand to wave at one of the few friendly faces he recognized when Potter started to salute him. The 1st Lieutenant changed his wave to a salute then stopped as he saw the Captain do the same.
There was a brief moment of confusion then Potter laughed and said, "How about we forgo saluting? Since your supposed to salute me because I outrank you, but I'm supposed to salute you because of your position.... I think it would be for the better."
"Works for me, Captain. I don't think salutes are necessary unless reporting in or on parade. I can do alot more useful things with my hand than saluting," Imad said. He thought about what he had just implied then added, "Like flying those new birds we're going to get."
Potter chuckled and shook his head. "I'm going for a drink at the lounge, care to join me?"
Imad grimaced and started to shake his head. Alcohol hadn't been his friend so far and the officer had decided to lay off the booze until he got adjusted to his new duties. Just as he was about to refuse Potter laughed and said, "Synthanol of course though, we don't want a repeat of last time now do we?"
"No we do not," the El-tee replied. He had gotten lucky with the tattoo and not getting thrown in the brig by the ship's FO the first time; Imad had no desire to press that luck. "I'll join you but I think I'll drink apple juice this time."
"Alright then, lead the way Imad," Potter said as he motioned up the corridor. Grateful that the officer had shown him the way, Imad started the wagon train toward its destination. They walked in silence until Potter asked him: "So, what do you think of the Eagle Interceptor, compared to those Kaneadas down in the shuttle bay?"
"I think the Eagle could out-fly, out-maneuver and out-shoot the Kaneada class on any day of the week," Imad commented as he and Potter entered the lounge and approached the bar to order their drinks. "I don't know why the Nevada kept the Kaneada class fighters as long as they did, they're obsolete on Earth and S47 is on the frontier, we need the best Starfleet has to offer," the young lieutenant said. "I think we should keep some around but only to use as training fighters for the new recruits just out of flight basic." Imad ordered an apple juice while Potter chose some other drink. The young man took a sip of the chilled semi-sweet beverage and found it to his liking. "I honestly don't understand how Starfleet could build a fighter and not put any warp capabilities in its design," he told Potter.
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"You're right..they might have been thinking of a multi-purpose role for the Kaneada class. Or perhaps they assumed that it would always be close to the ship and thus never need to go anywhere very fast," Imad said with a smile. "But if our enemy's ships move fast, we need to be able to move just as fast or faster. What do you think about the Eagle's armaments?" he asked Captain Potter.
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Post by leopotter on Oct 28, 2007 1:19:23 GMT
"I think the Eagle could out-fly, out-maneuver and out-shoot the Kaneada class on any day of the week," Imad commented as he and Potter entered the lounge and approached the bar to order their drinks. "I don't know why the Nevada kept the Kaneada class fighters as long as they did, they're obsolete on Earth and S47 is on the frontier, we need the best Starfleet has to offer," the young lieutenant said. "I think we should keep some around but only to use as training fighters for the new recruits just out of flight basic." Imad ordered an apple juice while Potter chose some other drink. The young man took a sip of the chilled semi-sweet beverage and found it to his liking. "I honestly don't understand how Starfleet could build a fighter and not put any warp capabilities in its design," he told Potter.
Leo thought about it for a few minuites. "Well, starfleet might have been trying to make a big short range heavy hitter for carrier borne or base defence operations. They were probably betting on starships being able to move them to where the action is, or jsut use ships to chase them down if they run." Leo said.
"You're right..they might have been thinking of a multi-purpose role for the Kaneada class. Or perhaps they assumed that it would always be close to the ship and thus never need to go anywhere very fast," Imad said with a smile. "But if our enemy's ships move fast, we need to be able to move just as fast or faster. What do you think about the Eagle's armaments?" he asked Captain Potter.
He smiled slightly. "Well, I am kinda biased. One of my favorite cousins was one of the desingers on the thing, he asked me for some advice on the thing, and he's also consulted me a few times on their new Strike Eagle Varient that they're coming out with soon, which we shjould aslo get." He pointed out at the end.
"But I like its armment. " Not too much, and not too little. They packed enough firepower into it so that it still stays its own little manuverable platform, but still having enough firepower to do enough damage to stuff. 2 Pulse phasers, 2 phaser emmitters, and 6 micro torpedoes. All packed into a 6 meter long, 8 meter wide spaceworthy frame." He took a small sip from his sythanol.
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Leo nodded. "Yeah, I think you'd appreciate the Strike Eagle Varient if we can get a few. The first a few of them have just started running off the production lines. Its 3 meters longer, and a meter taller then the Regular Eagle fighter. And the Strike has a crew of 2 people, but one person can fly it and operate it, but two is best. IT has 4 wing emplacements for full size torpedoes, or 10 round micro torp cannisters, or pahser emmetiters. It also has 16 micro torps in two internal bays." He said, describing the specs that he had gotten from his cousin.
"Its retained its warp capabilities, and can still manuver like the regular fihgter, when its not carrying the external weapons. When you put them on, the manuvering is cut down drastically. But its still a good fighter varient." He took another sip and looked over at the Luitenant.
"What do you think?" He asked. "About the Eagle and the Strike Eagle."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2007 16:37:09 GMT
"Sounds like you need to get in touch with the engineer who designed it," Josh said.
"He just checked it 2 days ago," Dan said, a slight growl to his voice. It had been fine then. Granted, this arm was experimental, and prone to flaws.
"I was kidding sir, I know that he is assigned to the Nevada as the Fighter Wing's Chief Mechanic," Josh said, paused, then continued, "If you'll excuse me sir, its starting to get late and I want to prepare the security department for a 'surprise' in the morning," Josh said as he stood up to leave.
Dan nodded, and Josh left. A few moments, the waitress returned. "Did your friend have to leave?" she asked.
Dan nodded. "He did. He had security matters to attend to."
"Mind if I sit down?" she asked. "I just got off."
"Please," Dan said, standing up, coming around the table, and pulled her chair out for her.
"Oh, thank you," she said, sitting down as Dan pushed her chair in for her. "It's not often you find such courtesy, especially when you're in my line of work."
Dan shook his head. "It's sad that among such advanced civilizations some of the most important things have been lost. But anyway, what's your name, young lady?"
"I'm Araina. Yours, presuming I can pronounce?" she asked, evidently eyeing his rough, orange skin.
"Oh, my real name you most certainly couldn't. But, for the benefit of species who can't pronounce a language completely lacking vowels, which is most of them, I've adopted more reasonable pseudonym. Call me Dan."
She chuckled. "Well thank you for accommodating the rest of the us," she said, smiling.
"So why is a beautiful young woman such as yourself choosing spending her evening to talking to an old man like me?" he asked, making an expression that would have been the equivalent of raising his eyebrows if he had any.
She shrugged. "You just have this calming, welcoming aura around you I guess. I've just felt better, happier when I've been around you. You wouldn't have anything to do with that, would you?"
"I might. The more skilled members of my species have the ability to influence mood. I'm a novice at it myself."
"And yet you call yourself old?" she asked, raising her own eyebrows, since she, unlike him, had them.
"I'm an almost a century and a half old, child," he admitted. Her eyes went wide. "Yes, I know." His eyes wandered a bit, and they fell on the sight of four very familiar Lieutenants. He turned back to Araina. "If you'll excuse me, four of our Officers are across the way there," he said, gesturing to them.
"Are you their Commanding Officer?" she asked, slightly surprised.
"No, just their First Officer. Though I was just recently promoted, so they aren't aware yet. I'm about to surprise them."
"Mind I join you? I'd love to see this," Araina said, winking.
"Not at all," Dan said, standing. She stood, and as they proceeded over, she took his arm. Dan looked down, and chuckled. "Actually, you with me might be more of a shock."
He approached Lieutenants Stephens and Black, Dr. T'Pren and Counselor Grey. "Good evening, Lieutenants. May I join you? Oh, this is Araina," he said, nodding to the young woman with him.
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Oct 30, 2007 1:13:17 GMT
In Imad's quarters a soft light blinked on his terminal foretelling an incoming message.
Subspace message USS Hepta:
Imad,
It's been so hectic here.....(The young cadet spilled out all that had been happening aboard the Hepta). Tomorrow will be my first shift on the bridge! Well, must get some sleep. I miss you and can't wait to get there.
Keep your head down, Ainsleigh
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Post by imad on Oct 30, 2007 1:31:46 GMT
"But I like its armament. Not too much, and not too little. They packed enough firepower into it so that it still stays its own little maneuverable platform, but still having enough firepower to do enough damage to stuff. 2 Pulse phasers, 2 phaser emitters, and 6 micro torpedoes. All packed into a 6 meter long, 8 meter wide space-worthy frame."
"I can't wait to get into the cockpit of one," Imad admitted as he stared over at a group of marines who were playing cards at a lounge table nearby. One of the marines was wearing wings on her uniform chest and she looked somewhat familiar. The game must have been going well for the pilot because the other players were giving her a hard time. Imad grinned as he saw her ante up then begin to lay her cards on the table. There was a general 'awwww' sound as the other marines realized they had been beaten yet again.
"Yeah, I think you'd appreciate the Strike Eagle variant if we can get a few," Potter said, pulling his attention away from the rowdy card game. "The first few of them have just started running off the production lines. Its 3 meters longer, and a meter taller then the Regular Eagle fighter. And the Strike Eagle has a crew of 2 people, but one person can fly it and operate it, but two is best. It has 4 wing emplacements for full size torpedoes, or 10 round micro torp canisters, or phaser emitters. It also has 16 micro torps in two internal bays."
"Sounds excellent, I believe I shall ask the TCO if we can acquire some," Imad stated. He was thoroughly impressed by the Captain's knowledge of spacecraft and began to wonder if brass had made a mistake in not choosing Potter as the flight wing CO.
"Its retained its warp capabilities, and can still maneuver like the regular fighter, when it's not carrying the external weapons. When you put them on, the maneuvering is cut down drastically. But its still a good fighter variant," Potter explained. "What do you think? About the Eagle and the Strike Eagle."
"I think we need to get some of both and train some kick-[word deleted] pilots to fly..." he started to say but his words were drowned out by someone yelling, "No way, no one is that lucky! That's six straight hands Delia!" Imad turned to find the marines that had been playing cards were all shooting daggers at each other across the table.
"I can't help the way the cards fall," the pilot, who must have been Delia, replied. The other marine shook his head in disagreement. Before the argument could go any further a pair of security officers approached the table. "You three come with us right now," the ranking officer, an ensign said. "You were creating a disturbance and that has been forbidden by our CO."
The marines stared at the security officers with looks of confusion written on their faces. "Look buddy, we were just having a misunderstanding there's no need to.." one said but stopped talking when the ensign drew his phaser and pointed it at the group. "Come with us right now," the ensign repeated, then withdrew his phaser slightly as Imad stepped into his line of fire.
"What's the problem Ensign?" Lt. Mrad queried. "These marines were just debating about cards not fighting or causing any problems." He took the end of the phaser barrel in his hand and gently pushed it to the side and down so it was pointing at the floor.
"Sir, they were being rowdy and our orders say we are to escort rowdy marines to the brig," the security officer told him.
Imad looked at the man in disbelief. "What crackhead gave that order?" he asked.
The ensign swallowed and said, "Commander Reo, Chief of Security."
~Ah, so he's one of those marine-haters. Poor little man.~ Imad thought as he began to speak, "These marines haven't broken any rules nor are they acting inappropriately." The marine flight wing CO suddenly twisted the phaser pistol out of the officer's grasp and added, "So there won't be any arrests today Ensign, are we clear?" He emphasized each word by tapping the butt of the phaser pistol against the ensign's chest.
The security officer nodded and said, "Yes Lieutenant."
"Good man," Imad responded. "Marines are generally rowdy folks," he told the security officers, and anyone else that bothered to listen, "it's an outlet because they put their lives on the line every minute of every day. That creates a tremendous amount of pressure and so they need..creative releases. Your CO should know that, since he doesn't, I guess I'll have to speak with him myself." Imad started to return to the bar then glanced back at the security officers. "Dismissed gentlemen, go find something else to secure." Once the security officers had left he turned to the marines. "I suggest you pack it up for now marines."
The marines excused themselves and left the lounge. Imad turned to Captain Potter and tossed him the phaser pistol. "Can you believe that nonsense? Arresting rowdy marines? What's next? Banning the cry Ooh-rah?"
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Post by sfcmradj1 on Oct 31, 2007 5:31:31 GMT
The meeting with Commander Reo was not a pleasant one for the Marine Major. After a lot of debating with the Commander, they were both agree that any incident the Marine are involved in will be directly reported to The Major and he will take all the necessary action and punish his Marines.
Commander Reo was already out of the room, Jamil was feeling fire inside him; He knew that sometime the Marines cross the line but when it come to duty, his Platoon is one of the best in starfleet and their record in completing missions was excellent especially the hard ones
Jamil slam his desk with rage and yelled "This is not the way to handle people that give their lives to protect the federation". The Major then pick a blinking pad from the desk, he start reading the reminder he already set when he arrived on the ship. After 5 minutes he clicked his badge
=/\=Lt. Mrad, report to my office for status update on the fighters and bring along Captain Potter=/\=
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Jamil press on the panel in front of him and ordered the PC to list the fighters available on the USS Nevada. The list show an old model of fighters; Jamil smiled when he saw the specification and murmured "i don't think my Little bro will like these old toys, i will wait to see his status"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2007 16:18:27 GMT
Sandy flet sorry for both Lucy and Connor. Lucy wanted to be with him so bad, and yet all he wanted was to be with T'pren. Sat at the table you could feel the tension, T'Pren, although looking calm, had an aire of anger about her, Lucy on the other hand never seemed to notice the Vulcan, nor Connor trying to give her a polite message to stop.
Although felling some what sorry for all partys involved, Sandy could help but find in amusing, and when her and Connor made eye contact, she kept giving an amused grin. She wasnt doing it perposely though.
Eventually the meals came, Sandy was glad of it, a nice Lasgane, with around 6 or 7 layers, it was certainly a big piece. She cut a small square away from the main piece, using her knife and folk with percision, pt it upon her tonge where he taste buds went into over load, it was beautiful, one of the best, if not the best she had ever had. The tastes of the herbs, cheese, pasta, veg and meat danced around her mouth, before she swallowed it.
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