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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2006 21:36:55 GMT
Sonak was relieved when the docking clamps finally engaged, drawing the huge Somma class vessel closer to the umbilical that would connect the ship to the starbase. She sat back in her command seat with a sigh of relief, her fingers curling over the handrails in anticipation. Beside her, occupying the counselor's seat still sat Admiral Elron, while Claire had moved to environmental control.
On her right, as usual, sat Nick Martens, looking equally relieved to have finally made it home in one piece. "Finally home," she sighed, then turned to Elron. "Admiral, once again I thank you for your gracious offer to tow us home. I must apologize for any inconvenience it may have caused you and if there is any way I could possibly make this up to you, you have but to name it and I shall see to it if it is within my power to do so."
While she spoke, she nodded towards Martens to announce that shoreleave could commence, but that he should enforce the order not to leave SBB until after the investigations and the drills were completed.
"Admiral, could I invite you to dinner tonight with my family? I heard the Raven is about too, so I would invite my dear friend Admiral MC7of9 as well. After all, we do have something to celebrate."
(Elron.....and MC if you are catching this post)
A little later, after saying her goodbyes to Elron and making him promise to attend dinner, Sonak finally walked towards the airlock that would lead her towards Bellicose. Jatan would be looking after the children though she was taking T'Kimi and Miriya for a stroll. She needed some time alone to bond with her youngest child, but her eldest daughter had insisted on coming along.
She had just passed on to Bellicose's corridors when she spotted a familiar individual coming their way. "Paht?" she called, not sure whether she'd seen it right, "Meylor Paht is that you?" She smiled as she picked up her pace a little to catch up with the person. "Indeed it is you. What are you doing here on Bellicose? I believe you were assigned to Bajor? That you had left Starfleet?"
(Meylor)
off: this will be our shoreleave until first week of january. enjoy folks!
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Post by Elron on Dec 27, 2006 23:26:00 GMT
The journey itself had taken no time at all. Now that they were back at Bellicose, Elron could approve the reconstruction of the Vesuvius. Unfortunately he couldn't put the cause of damage in the report, so he'd just have to make something up for now. He was confident Sonak would have the results of a full investigation for him before long.
"Admiral, could I invite you to dinner tonight with my family? I heard the Raven is about too, so I would invite my dear friend Admiral MC7of9 as well. After all, we do have something to celebrate."
Elron smiled widely. "I'd be delighted, Sonak. I haven't seen Mac for ages. I'm sure the Tulip's crew will be able to amuse themselves for a while. Just let me know when you'd like me to be there."
Before he left the ship, the Admiral pulled out a PADD from inside his uniform. He offered it to Sonak. "Would you like these results back, or would you like me to keep a hold of them? I've sent a copy up to my office. Don't worry, they're quite secure. No one will see them until you're ready to make them public, and I include Command in that."
"No that will not be necessary admiral. I am confident that Commander Byrne has saved himself a copy, for me to review later. As for dinner, tonight 1900 in my quarters. I will pass on the message to..Mac." She looked somewhat uncertain upon hearing her best friend's name spoken differently than what she was used to. Ever since meeting him during their academy years, Sonak had never once called him 'Mac', nor had she been asked to do so. It wasn't odd to her as she rarely used contractions, still it stung a bit to observe someone else did.[/color]
Later, having walked onto Bellicose, Elron tapped his commbadge. "Elron to Black Tulip, status report."
=/\= We've docked with Bellicose, sir, =/\= responded the First Officer. =/\= We used up a lot of energy extending our integrity field around the Vesuvius in slipstream. We're going to need fuel replenishments, and some minor maintenance. =/\=
"We're due some fine-tuning anyway. How did she hold up?"
=/\= The BT held together fine. There were a couple of moments when the Vesuvius got a bit bumpy, but the system's not used to stabilising the slipstream for two ships. =/\=
"Yeah, I noticed the turbulence. It was a bit ambitious, but I did the calculations and there wasn't any risk to either ship." Elron was approaching his office. "I'm going to be joining Sonak for dinner tonight, so you're in command of the ship until I get back. Make sure they only give us minor maintenance. I want the ship ready to leave ASAP."
=/\= Aye, sir, =/\= Disasterman replied. He understood perfectly.
Elron entered his office and sat down on the long couch. He was looking forward to tonight. He and Mc7 had a history that went back quite a bit now. The Vice Admiral had even been First Officer on the Black Tulip for a while. Elron hoped he could make it to the dinner. After a few minutes, he stood up and walked over to his desk. He had to approve the refit of the Vesuvius so they could be back in action as soon as possible. He hoped they'd be able to hold onto their bridge module this time...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2006 19:07:14 GMT
Nack had beamed his away-packs ahead to Starbase Bellicose ahead of himself. Commander Byrne had to give a hand with the transporter system when it acted up a few times.
Walking into the docking bay, it finally dawned upon the Ferengi that he had never been here before. Commodore Reckus went trailing by, with husband and children in tow.
Nack held back, waiting for Commander Fox or Byrne... or maybe even Claire, to come show him around. He was in no rush, and was going to enjoy the few days off.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2006 4:50:56 GMT
Sonak had just passed on to Bellicose's corridors when she spotted a familiar individual coming their way. "Paht?" she called, not sure whether she'd seen it right, "Meylor Paht is that you?" She smiled as she picked up her pace a little to catch up with the person. "Indeed it is you. What are you doing here on Bellicose? I believe you were assigned to Bajor? That you had left Starfleet?" Meylor smiled warmly in return, and offered his hand in greeting. "Too true! And what an assignment it was; I'll be happy to fill you in on what I've been up to these past months anytime you have a spare moment for conversation and a good stiff drink. Anyway, it's great to be back on Bellicose! Officially, I'm here as a liason officer to review security protocols and exchange intelligence data with the Strategic Operations office here; what with the recent unexplained increase in Tholian belligerency in random sectors, the joint chiefs in the Bajoran Militia wanted to coordinate with Starfleet more closely. Naturally, the security situation in the region is all news to me, since I just got back from Gamma Quadrant, so I volunteered to get involved." "Turns out, the whole business has been blown way out of proportion, the Tholians were apparently conducting war game maneuvers with the confirmed (though classified) assistance of a Klingon oversight squadron and my `involvement` ended up being little more than glorified courier duty." He paused somewhat nervously, shrugged as if to shake the feeling off, then continued. "I admit, I'm also here to investigate the possibility of resuming Starfleet service. My job here's done, and I'm free to transfer; in the words of General Dapna, my immediate superior in the Militia: `Please consider yourself on detached duty once your mission is complete`. In other words, he finds me a nuisance and wants me to pester someone else for work." Meylor finished with a sardonic grin.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2006 22:27:18 GMT
"Well..." Sonak looked thoughtful for a few seconds, "would she consider someone like me to be pestered? I have your old position vacant on my ship, it is yours if you want it." She beckoned Meylor to walk with her as she shifted the position of her youngest child on her arm, while T'Kimi slipped her hand in Meylor's.
Quietly, she tugged his arm. "Mister Meylor?" she spoke softly, a smile adorning her small admiring face, "please come back? Perhaps then we'll not get damaged as much...mommy's been really sad since you left and the ship has crashed twice."
Sonak remained oddly silent as she listened to the 6-year old talking. "Well, yes we did crash...and we sustained severe damage only recently..." She didn't know how to explain. "You will have to read the reports, I cannot explain. Besides, lately I have had other things to worry about too." She held up baby Miriya. "My youngest daughter," she said proudly, "now, I am certain you would like to see the ship for yourself and meet up with the senior staff?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2006 19:35:56 GMT
Assuming his crew mates had already disembarked, after waiting for what seemed like days, Nack made his way to the temporary quarters aboard Bellicose. "If nobody's going to show me around, I'll just have to do it myself," he said a little peeved.
Passing his Commanding Officer talking to a Bajoran officer, Nack headed to the nearest turbo lift. It was going to be days before the Vesuvius was ready to get back on her feet. He might as well get some rest.
The Doctor opened the doors to a very cramped room, even for a short stature humanoid as himself. These were only temporary, though. He settled in, popped up a console in the small desk next to the bed, and started dictating a subspace message.
"Dear mom and da..." Nack was forced to pause as the door chime to his room rang. He folded the console back into the desk, and shouted "Come in."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2007 21:41:32 GMT
Nack opened the door to a smiling Bajoran. "Good afternoon Sir"
"Good afternoon, Lieutenant..."
"Johnstone. But please feel free to call me Carrie. Look, you're probably wondering why I'm here. Basically, I work in Ops and I noticed from the crew roster that you've never been here before. So I thought I'd come and see if I could help you out at all?"
Nack had to smile at her enthusiasm. The girl seemed a little crazy but obviously had her heart in the right place. "If it wouldn't be any trouble then I would quite like a tour of the starbase."
Carrie grinned, "No plans just yet. Have to meet up with someone else from your ship later but he's busy at the moment."
"Now this restaurant I wouldn't reccomend particularly, mostly because the owner was a little nasty to a friend of mine, but you can always try it and let me know what the food's actually like."
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A while later the tour came to an end in the central Operations. "That's perfect timing actually. Any minute now..." she was interrupted as, right on cue, Ed walked through the door. Carrie ran over to see him, "You're back you're back!"
"Last time I checked, yeah" he smiled.
"Did you get it sorted?"
Ed nodded, "He's with friends, don't worry." He took her hand and guided her out of the room back towards the commercial sector.
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Post by fox on Jan 2, 2007 20:02:06 GMT
Fox sat on a chair in his quarters, reading a book, when the Vesuvius docked. This was announced not much later together with a shoreleave notice. He smiled "finally" he thought "we're home again." and put the book on the table next to his chair and got up. Finally he could see some good friends again.
He walked to the door, leaving his quarters. "I hope she's not too busy." he thought as he walked through the corridors. He walked to the turbolift and ordered it to go to the transporter room. Not much later he materialized on a pad on bellicose, stepped off it and left the room. For a while he walked through the corridors of bellicose. He stopped in front of one of the quarters.
Inside he could hear the chime, but the doors didn't open. "Must be working." he thought and left a message for her to meet him at one of the restaurants arround dinner time. Then left again and went to the prominade. There we walked shops in and out, browsing through all kind of stuff.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2007 4:25:48 GMT
The young Bajoran was skipping from subject to subject, her mind seemingly not able to focus on a single aspect of Starbase Bellicose. Nack rather enjoyed the Ops officer's attitude. He always felt Starfleet was a bit rigid. Carrie was the perfect counter-example.
Ending in Central Operations, Carrie met with her fellow officer. Nack decided he was going to have to brush up on the Vesuvius's crew manifest, because he knew neither Carrie, nor her friend Ed.
"Nice meeting you Ed!" Nack said energetically. As the two left Ops, Nack was making his way back to his quarters. He wished he had left a trail of blood fleas, for he once again was lost.
As he was consulting a computer console of his whereabouts, an unfamiliar voice came over his com-badge requesting his presence in the briefing room aboard the Vesuvius.
A few more keystrokes, and Nack had completed a detailed mental image of how to get back to the ship.OOC: Continued in the new "Drills!" thread: section47.proboards18.com/index.cgi?board=VESUVIUS&action=display&thread=1167766562
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2007 23:03:19 GMT
"Well..." Sonak looked thoughtful for a few seconds, "would she consider someone like me to be pestered? I have your old position vacant on my ship, it is yours if you want it." She beckoned Meylor to walk with her as she shifted the position of her youngest child on her arm, while T'Kimi slipped her hand in Meylor's. Quietly, she tugged his arm. "Mister Meylor?" she spoke softly, a smile adorning her small admiring face, "please come back? Perhaps then we'll not get damaged as much...mommy's been really sad since you left and the ship has crashed twice." Sonak remained oddly silent as she listened to the 6-year old talking. "Well, yes we did crash...and we sustained severe damage only recently..." She didn't know how to explain. "You will have to read the reports, I cannot explain. Besides, lately I have had other things to worry about too." She held up baby Miriya. "My youngest daughter," she said proudly, "now, I am certain you would like to see the ship for yourself and meet up with the senior staff?" Meylor tried to take all of this in with much more concern than he outwardly displayed, and seemed to come to a decision, though only Sonak's keen perception picked up the subtle clues in his otherwise restrained body language. Attempting to lighten up Sonak's noticeably serious mood, he scratched his beard with exaggeration, which young T'Kimi noticed with evident fret. "Well, I don't really know..there are a lot of jobs available here at the base right now..." T'Kimi pleaded harder in response. "Please...who else can I play kal-toh with? I've already beaten everyone I know...except mom." Sonak regarded her daughter with admiration and what seemed to be slight wonder. "Indeed...you will need a good teacher for that. If Mister Meylor is as good as I hear..." "Now, that's a challenge I couldn't pass up." Meylor again offered his hand. "I'd be delighted to serve, Commodore. Although, between you and me, from the reports I've read so far, I just hope my tour of duty doesn't end before it gets started again. I understand Starfleet has recalled the Vesuvius to Earth?" "That's right. I haven't all the details; Command is being unusually tight-lipped at the moment. As soon as I know more, rest assured, I will inform the entire crew. But until we are all more certain of our standing, I need a good officer in a place where I can count on not only that officer's skills, but also his integrity. Not that I have reason to doubt either in your case, but after this last mission, I need to be certain. Can I count on you?" Meylor looked at his superior with confidence. "You can. All the crew can...right down to its youngest members." He smiled at T'Kimi, who returned the expression. "It sounds like the ship's systems are in need of a thorough diagnostic; I'd like to coordinate with the Chief Engineer on that as soon as I can." Sonak nodded as they continued down the Main Arcade of the station.
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Post by logan06 on Jan 7, 2007 20:29:57 GMT
After banging out a few dents in Engineering, Logan managed to help a few of the other crew members get the ship semi-functional to dock with StarBase Bellicose. 'Be great to see the Raven and Admiral Clark again', he thought, drumming on his PADD. 'At least the repairs with Commander Martens went kinda smoothly. And he really tried hard to try and not let his arm hurting show', he said to himself mildly smirking. Reaching the Bridge, he saw the command staff packing up the last of the stowage materials to lock down the Bridge during shoreleave. Running a final diagnostic for the records, Byrne powered down the Engineering console and headed for the Main Transporter Room to beam down with the rest of the crew. Arriving he saw Lt. Cmdr. Nack stumbling over the transporter controls. Kicking the console a few times, the group transported off the ship. Once he reached the Starbase, he was escorted to the Admiral'office. After some pleasantries and hand shaking, he promptly sat down in the chair next to him. "Commander Byrne", stated the Admiral,"This is an inquiry into the events leading up to the catastrophic failure of the gravity generators aboard the USS Vesuvius. As I have not been able to conduct this with Commodore Sonak, I am asking you to report to StarFleet Command Special Operations Division to help train a team of anti-sabotage units to help avoid situations like this from happening again. Do you accept this? I will transmit these orders to Commodre Sonak at the end of this meeting." "How long will it take, I need to be available for final inspection once all of the repairs are completed on my ship", Byrne asked. "About 2 weeks, that acceptable", replied the admiral. "Done, sir", replied Byrne. Leaving the office, he tracked down Commader Fox to ask him to keep an eye on the local techs from the Starbase, because of how overprotective he was of his engines. After that, he headed for the Main Shuttlebay to depart for Earth.
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