Matthew Reynolds
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"It's good to have an end to a journey towards; but it is the journey that matters in the end."
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Aug 18, 2007 1:04:01 GMT
It wasn't the first time that Matt Reynolds was part of an investigation, but it was the first time that the result would affect everyone he cared about.
"Is the Colonel in his office?" Matt asked as he reached the bridge.
"Yes sir, but he's in a meeting with a Lt. Colonel," Monica said," we think he's the investigator."
Matt couldn't help but be a bit surprised at the speed of this investigation. He had wanted to be advised when the investigator arrived, but it seemed that he had already been there.
"Alright, everyone I don't want any speculation," Matt said," in fact I don't you take the rest of your shifts off. I'll run the bridge."
"Alright sir, bye," was Monica's reply as she led the others out.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2007 14:08:02 GMT
Zhukarak watched Stone leave his ready room as he tapped his communicator. "Major Johnson, report to Lieutenant Colonel Stone in the main conference room." Zhukarak let out a small sigh, eventhough he knew there would be worse to come.
Cyle let out a sigh as he stood up from sitting on his bed. He slowly walked around his room for a moment before heading to the console on his desk, where he quickly brought a message to Megan. wish me luck he typed quickly and sent before he headed out into the hallway. 'you knew this was coming' Cyle said to himself as he walked. Although it only took a few minutes, it seemed like an eternity for him to reach the conference room. He passed by a few marines who nodded in support of him, and approached the door to the room. Pressing the door chime he waited until he was told to enter, and then stepped forward.
Cyle looked at the investigator as calmly as if it were a normal day, Cyle had a nack for wearing a mask. He stood in the front for a moment until he was beckoned to sit near the investigator, who was a fellow marine, Cyle saw his rank on the collar as he moved closer. "Sir, Major Cyle Johnson reporting as ordered"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2007 0:38:40 GMT
The data review requested by the doctor had left the science officer in a less than good mood. Her mood dropped even lower when the message had come from Cyle. Just three words, but they had hit Megan harder than she could have anticipated. He was going to talk to the investigator…and she was probably next.
Her well rested, perfectly good mood vanished in an instant, and left in its place was a jittery, nervous, frustrated one. Knowing she would get no work done as long as she felt this way, Megan rose from her desk in a huff and left her office. Since she’d skipped her workout earlier that morning, she was just going to have one now. In fact, she felt like taking a really, really long swim.
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The sound of rhythmically splashing water echoed through the otherwise quiet room as Megan swam as hard as she could across the pool. Her technique was perfect, the result of years of training. Toes pointed, fingers together, her legs scissor-kicked swift and strong leaving a trail of disturbance behind her as her hands sliced through the smooth water in front of her. She had been swimming at full speed for nearly two hours now, barely sparing time to breathe to the side between strokes. Her speed was so high, Megan was fairly certain she might just have broken a few previous records, but she’d have to stop swimming to find out for sure, and right now stopping wasn’t part of the plan.
As she reached the end of the pool, her arms automatically drifted to the side as her head ducked and legs tucked. In a perfectly smooth motion, she flipped over, planted her feet against the wall of the pool and kicked off in the opposite direction facing upward. Her feet immediately began kicking as she slowly rotated around to facing down and began to drift from a few inches below the surface of the water. As the top of her body broke the water, she immediately began her even strokes again, taking a breath only after several were completed.
Eventually her speed dropped and her strokes began to slow, but she didn’t stop until she could barely go on by the time she reached the end of the pool. Surging the final few feet to tag the end with a flourish, Megan’s feet found the bottom of the pool as she rested her forehead on the edge and tried to catch her breath. Lungs burning, legs and arms burning, she was completely exhausted.
After a few moments, she pulled off her goggles and swim cap and set them on the deck before unpinning her hair and placing the hairpins inside the cap. Leaning her head back into the water until she was floating on her back, Megan let out a sigh of relief. This was always the best part of any workout, the feeling of the cool water on her scalp.
Finally, she pulled herself upright and drifted back to the edge of the pool before pulling herself out of the water and onto the hard surface of the deck. She gathered her things, grabbed her towel, and began to dry herself off. She needed to shower and change back into her uniform. Her turn with the investigator was approaching faster than she cared to think about, but she wanted to be ready.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2007 11:36:04 GMT
After his shift was over, Nathan stacked his PADD's together neatly in the middle of his desk, so he could easily locate them the next day. From the corner of his eyes, he watched Raleva walk around sickbay, quietly talking to a few patients here and there. It had been a while since Cyle had been called away to meet with a person named Stone.
While a little concerned about this, Nathan felt he had nothing to worry about. When questioned, all he could give was facts, as he had medical data now to support his earlier claims. He'd reviewed the data Megan had sent back, and he had now filed his own report with Colonel Hrisvalar, stating that his conclusions about the fighters' AI had been correct.
Walking out of his office, he approached Raleva and hooked his arm through hers. "Come with me," he told her, "your shift ended an hour ago and you are still here. Ensign T'Ress has offered to show me something in the holodeck, which I think you should see too, whatever it is."
Raleva, however didn't seem to keen on joining him to go anywhere. "Fine then," Nathan relented, "just make sure you get some rest. And join Freddy and me for dinner tonight would you? He's been nagging me about it for a while now, and I promised I'd get you to join us tonight. 1900, Dinner shall be served."
With a smile, Nathan left sickbay and headed for the holodecks, signaling T'Ress that he was now free to have him shown what he'd been up to lately. "I'll meet you at the holodeck," he promised.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2007 20:06:46 GMT
[Joint post between myself and Nathan]
The feline ordered the holodeck doors opened, his form completely in the red uniform of the late 23rd and early 24th century, whilst he wore a white turtleneck that indicated his position in the command division. He looked over to the Doctor who had entered through the aformentioned doors leading into the holodeck. The room however that they entered into was the bridge of a Federation vessel, resplendent in a white color scheme. Officers clothed likewise as well as in non-commissioned jumpsuits were operating each of the stations that flashed information to each of these crewmen.
What's this Mr T''ress?" Nathan asked as he entered the holodeck, glancing around in awe. "And what's that you're wearing?"
He raised an eyebrow, "You do not recognize this? I am wearng a Starfleet uniform!" The holodeck doors close as the feline's tail rubbed his back softly, "You are on the bridge of the Federation Starship Fading Sun; Constellation Class."
Well..." Nathan hesitated, seeing he had upset the Caitian. "I recognized it is a uniform, just not the era. Did you create this all?"
He nodded, "Merr...the program in it's entirety. It is my dream to command a Constellation Class starship in the late 23rd century."
"Except we are in the late 25th century," Nathan added, "and Constellation Class starships were decommissioned decades ago." He walked around for a while, examining the details. "So this is where you spend your free time? Do you run missions too?"
Except we are in the late 25th century," Nathan added, "and Constellation Class starships were decommissioned decades ago." He walked around for a while, examining the details. "So this is where you spend your free time? Do you run missions too?"
And a safety risk no doubt," Nathan said thoughtfully. "But you didn't answer my question...do you run missions on here?"
"A safety risk....you've never heard of the Stargazer? What that thing took before it finally gave out." He sighed, dreamily, shaking his head. "Yes, yes I run missions. Though these missions are purely scientific if I care to relax, or sometimes, like now that I have invited you to rest with me, I have taken every parameter out of the program save atmosphere."
One of the non-commissioned officers walked over to Nathan, "Sir, you are not dressed properly to be speaking to Captain T'Ress."
Nathan raised an eyebrow at the non-com. "And you are not addressing your chief medical officer properly," he retorted, casting T'ress an amused glance. "Computer, one uniform like Mr T'ress, but medical department." A second later he was dressed in a maroon uniform with a grayish collar, which he tugged uncomfortably. "It's a wonder they could still breathe," he choked.
The Ensign frowned, purring, "Computer, freeze program. Reorganize the medical uniform - green." He smirked, "I haven't all the bugs worked out - medical division wore green collars, not gray."
"Heh," Nathan snorted, "seems you got some bugs to sort out then. Still, this is horribly uncomfortable. I prefer my own clothes and my coat. So...what are we going to do now?"
He laughed, "We rest. Computer, resume program. Any sight of the galaxy you want to see? Any planet you care to rest on? Care to drift? And you can resume your old uniform, I can give my personnel less personality if you wish."
Your what?" Nathan sat down in one of the vacant seats on the bridge and continued to gaze around in awe. "Well there's nothing in particular, do you have any recommendations?"
"My crew I mean! How about beta lyrae? I hope you didn't want to see anything serious..."
Like what?" Nathan shot back, smiling slightly. "Anything is more relaxing than dealing with a recalcitrant artificial intelligence which was influencing the crew."
He raised an eyebrow, "You have not met the reconstituted AI? I have...rebuilt and reprogrammed it."
"You what!"
He furrowed his brows, "I built a computer for it..and allowed it to manifest in a hologram." His tail froze, slinking between his legs, "He is now seen as an Orion gentleman."
He snorted. "Orions aren't gentlemen."
He growled, "I understand humans have a history of racism, but I do not think that would have extended to this century!"
"Oh but it does," the Human shot back, equally angry. "Except Orions still exploit their women and sell them as slaves."
He frowned, trying to calm himself while his tail returned, "Forgive me, racism and sexism are things the planet Cait have never had. His form is simply a body. I ask, merrow, for an open mind towards my work and...to allow you to meet him."
"Sure." Nathan wasn't too certain though he actually wanted to meet this AI, not when it had messed with the minds of the Jefferson senior staff as it had. Truth to be told, he felt a tinge of fear upon the prospect of meeting their tormentor.
He looked up, "Computer end program!" As the Fading Sun dissolved into the orange grid, Nathan's clothing returned to normal, while T'Ress' did not. He murmured a bit, "I, uh..had it made." Rushing out of the holodeck, he returned in record time, pushing an antigrav unit with a photon torpedo casing unto the holodeck. "Computer, begin program Engineering Alpha-Alpha-Zed-Four." With that, an Orion man dressed in an Engineering Division jumpsuit stood proudly aboard the recreational facility.
Nathan jumped back, gawking at the Orion. He hadn't expected the hologram to look this...cute! "Uhmm.." he started, not sure what to say to this hologram.
The Orion blinked, "Dr. van Breughel I presume? I want to sincerely apologize for what I have caused. I am...a changed man now."
Nodding, Nathan stepped forward again, examining the hologram. "I had thought of you as more...feminine," he finally spoke up, sounding hesitant. "How have you changed?"
"Plainly, I no longer wish to commit acts of mischief. I am orderly, and wish to make amends for those wrongs that I have committed."
And how do you intend to do that? You messed with people's lives, made them endanger their families and friends. I hurt my son because of you!"
"I believe that I am not at liberty to answer that. However, you are."
"Really?"
"What may I do for ye?"
Nathan crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the hologram. "Convince me. Convince me you are just a good looking Orion, and no longer the recalcitrant child you appeared to be."
He frowned, "How might I do this? I am standing here first of all and not taking the form of Chancellor Martok again.."
Why would you take that form...you look cute as you are now. But how do I know you won't mess with us again? How do I know you are changed?"
"I took Martok to harm the engineer here. How do you wish to learn?"
'However seems feasible to you. Why did you take Megan's form to torment me?"
"Please, that was my old self."
Nathan stepped up to the Orion until their noses nearly touched. He peered into the hologram's eyes. "What are you?" he finally asked, "medically speaking that is."
"I am a computer program. I was created by the fusion of deleted code."
"Is that what you are now, or what you were?"
"I am, with more complete programming and a computer constructed to house me. It is inside that photon torpedo casing."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2007 1:40:54 GMT
It was 1600 hours. Almost time to knock off and head back to his quarters. He was beginning to think that Colonel Stone had brought him here for no reason. Leaning back in his chair, Dunn listened to a Klingon opera reprise. It was a good way to relax and also stay alert.
The door made a tweedledeep noise. "Come in!" Major Bridegton yelled over the music. The door chimed again. "COMPUTER, MUTE MUSIC!" The music silenced and he once again shouted, "COME IN!"
Lieutenant Colonel Marshal Stone presented himself. Major Bridgeton stood at salute until the Colonel got close enough to exchange a handshake. "It has been a long time, Marshall."
"YES, Yes it has." he put down the PADD he was carrying. It spun on the table, coming to a rest on the edge before falling off. There was too much reminiscing to do however to be worrying about the Jefferson matter right now. StarFleet could wait, and thus the PADD was ignored. For now. "How is your wife? Jennah, was it?" Stone eased his stature up a bit.
"She's doing alright. We have two little Bridgetons now as well." He tapped the PADD on his desk, and a Holo-Photo of Andreah and Sarah appeared. Stone smiled at how adorable they were. "And you? Did you ever settle down?" The last time they had seen each other was in Extreme Conditions Training, and it was there that Stone and he had gotten into a lot of trouble with each other. Instead of replying, Stone just shook his head "no". Stone never had the benefit of having a real family. Dunn had forgotten.
The two were the same age, although the years had been kinder to Stone. He was more physically fit. Major Bridgeton, on the other hand, held a desk job for much longer than his compatriot. The stresses of being a Special Prosecutor also held bodily consequences which no amount of sonic showers or regenerative healing could erase. Major Bridgeton picked up the PADD, still lingering at the edge of the table. "Let's get to it. Jennah is waiting for me for dinner." Stone picked up the PADD, and sat down in the chair opposite of Bridgeton's. Bridgeton scooted himself inward. The Lieutenant Colonel leaned back, giving himself some breathing room.
"Unfortunately, for Colonel Hrisvalar, I am going to have to recommend we press charges. The Colonel and his crew acted without cause. I would even venture to say that most of them are not suited for StarFleet, let alone command." Dunn nodded. The PADD in his hand showed detailed accounts of what had occurred with the experimental fighters. "This looks bad." He shook his head. "A shame, it really is."
"You are the best Prosecutor there is, in terms of secret programs. I know you must do your job, but see if you cannot go easy on them?" If Major Bridgeton was wearing glasses, he would have appeared to be gazing over them at Stone. "I will do my job, Colonel. Nothing more, nothing less. Is that understood?" The Colonel let out an audible groan. "I am sorry. This whole thing just has everyone on edge."
"Well, consider your part done for now, Marshall. I'll put in the forms to StarFleet. The court martial orders will most likely arrive by the end of the week. You will keep quiet about this until then?" Stone nodded. "Good. Now if you will excuse me I will be heading home to my wife and kids. This trial is going to take up a considerable amount of time, and I would like to spend as much time as possible with them before it begins. Would you like to join us?" Marshall Stone stood to leave. "No, I have other duties to attend to. Take care, and give Jennah my hellos."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2007 20:00:06 GMT
ooc: and now the continuation....
Nathan frowned as he stepped away from the hansome Orion. "That does not explain what you are. Are you a sentient being or just a computer program gone awry?"
"I do not believe I myself can answer that."
Nathan turned to face the Caitian. "Nice work," he complimented the chief engineer, before turning back to face the Orion. "Why did you choose an Orion male form, when you were coming across as female before? Please forgive my curiosity, I am a doctor."
He frowned, "Female before? I was genderless...and was making quite a pass at Miss Megan."
"Gender doesn't mean anything, trust me," Nathan chuckled, "and you sounded female to me when you spoke. And now you are male..and you look quite...hansome, if I may say so." He smiled at T'ress. "Isn't he adorable?"
T'Ress raised an eyebrow, "Doctor, he is a hologram." He looked up, "Computer, freeze program...forgive me Doctor, I do not want him to hear this..however...I think he is as sentient as..any EMH."
"Emergency Medical Holograms are not sentient per definition," Nathan argued, casting the feline a sheepish grin, "and do please unfreeze him. He looks odd standing like that. You have a sentient creature in that program, possibly anyway. It answers questions, and I believe this creature thinks. It knew what it was doing when it tormented us, that does compute with it being a computer program."
He shrugged, "Computer, resume program....Doctor, how does a Soong android comparison sound then?"
"Commander Data was sentient, a trial proved that he was a living creature with a mind of his own. This Orion...I believe he is sentient, even though bound to a computer program." He turned towards the Orion, after telling the holodeck to produce a recreation of the galaxy. "Where is your point of origin?"
He nodded slowly, looking towards the entity, "I was created by the fusion of unused programming code left in memory along with the artificial intelligence there."
I'm afraid I don't understand," Nathan responded, turning back to T'Ress. "Do you?"
T'Ress nods, "You are not familar with the concept of ghosts in the system in computer science? When something is deleted, it does not necessarily go away, it is simply ready to be rewritten. A computer could, theoretically, be excuting code that no longer offically exists. For whatever reason, deleted code copied from the replicator unit that was used to form the onboard computer for the fighter attached itself to the aritifical intellegence code itself...Merrow!" His tail wagged softly.
Oh..." Nathan lost the essence of the babble long ago but he just nodded. "No galaxial point of origin then...oh well. Not really of medical interest then if he's purely one's and zero's." He cleared his throat, realising the Orion was following the conversation. "No offense..."
The Orion raised an eyebrow, "None taken, Doctor."
"At any rate, I have my son waiting at home...no doubt having questions about his mother again." He sighed. "All his friends have mothers....he doesn't and it's something he doesn't understand...yet."
"Is it that a way of telling me you have to go, Doctor?"
"Im afraid it is Mr T'ress. But I thank you for showing me your program, and your new friend here. And...I am glad to see you using that tail of yours as I recommended. Now, do please excuse me." He bowed lightly towards the Orion. "I'm afraid I didn't catch your name..."
"I have yet to choose one Doctor."
If you can be transferred to sickbay at some point I'll be happy to show you names of famous Orions."
The feline looked up, purring, "His self contained unit has a vocabulartor."
"Right. Nice meeting you Mr Entity. Mr T'Ress I will see you in sickbay first thing in the morning for a check-up. See if you can get Miss Garrett to come along? I do have to go now." He gave them both a salute and walked out of the holodeck, back to his quarters where his son was waiting. And hopefully, Raleva would soon knock on the door.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2007 15:09:00 GMT
The view-screen in the office lit up. Dunn gave his security clearance to the computer and a stream of data visibly followed.
}Authorization Granted{
~routine as always.~ Major Bridgeton thought. Photographs, data, and audio files were downloading into the marine investigator's computer. It was separate from the main computer on the StarBase and had no connection to it. The casing surrounding the core of the computer was a fortress in itself. The current investigation was a perfect example of what secrets would be kept inside.
}Download Complete.{
"Computer, transfer the biographies of the Jefferson officers to my PADD." It was a shame the first day had to be his day off. He promised Jennah he would just be in the office a few minutes, download the data, and transfer it to his PADD. That way he could work on it at home with the kids.
}Access Denied. Secret Information is not transferable without a level 4 clearance.{
"Damnit," he threw down the PADD. Not only was he going to be spending his day off in the office, he was also going to have an angry wife to come home to.
"Computer, can I at least download the court martials onto the PADD for delivery?"
}Granted.{ The PADD that was on the ground turned on and started filling with information. In only a few seconds it beeped and turned off. }Transfer Complete.{
"Computer: Time?"
}StarBase time is oh-nine-hundred hours.{
He shook his head in annoyance. It was too early to begin work, but it looked like he had no choice. Flipping the screen on at his desk, he started thumbing through the Jefferson crew and civilian complement's biographies. He stopped on a few photographs to get their names and faces implanted into his head. He always started a prosecution like this, and even though this one was going to be one of the largest he had ever performed, he didn't see it being any different than previous ones.
Lieutenant Warhol showed up a few times in a row. His son, a young Hanok Warhol, seemed to be a major trouble maker at school. In Bridgeton's experience, if the son is a troublemaker, the father or mother most likely were as well. They learned it from somewhere.
Doctor Daren Keller. There wasn't much information about him, except his sudden leave, and Doctor Van Breughel's promotion to Chief Medical Officer. It was a strange move by Colonel Hrisvalar, and it was one of the major motivating factors in starting an investigation. Interestingly, the civilian doctor's son Freddy, was a friend of Lieutenant Warhol's son Hanok. At least, that is what was said in the comments section. Dunn smirked. ~They have operatives everywhere~ he thought. It was true. Secret Operations officers were everywhere, reporting what seems like the most mundane information. The good thing about this was that the prosecution team always relied in this information to do their job.
He paged through a few more. Major Cyle Johnson. Went from living on the streets. Involved in multiple anger management courses. His counseling record was a mile long.
Megan Garrett. Up until now she had a squeaky clean record. What sparked her recklessness here?
He slowly went through more pages... Lieutenant J'Varr T'ress. nurse Hannah whats.her.name, the counselor, the first officer... the list went on and on.
The view-screen blipped. Jennah was contacting him. He looked at the chronometer in the corner of the screen. It read 1045.
He turned the screen off. Instead of answering the page, he collected his belongings and headed out of the office. He would only be gone for a few minutes, he decided. Just enough to calm her down, then back to work.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Aug 28, 2007 18:24:59 GMT
Matt had just been informed that the lead prosecutor in the upcoming trial had just arrived on the Jefferson. From what he knew about Major Bridgeton, this would not be a pleasant experience for anyone aboard. He was notorious for knowing all aspects of the accused and those associated with them. Even with his contact within the fleet, Matt was unable to do something about the probe on the Jefferson crew and civilians. Everyone was up for game, including his son which did not sit well with him.
"Commander, will we be able to leave the ship while the trial is going on?" Ensign Chen asked from the helm. "To be honest, Ensign I don't really know," Matt replied with a heavy heart. He was very aware of the Ensign's situation. His wife was currently on Earth in her last month's of pregnancy. Chen had asked for an extended leave to be there for the birth, but that most likely was not going to happen anymore. The Ensign's dilemma was just one of many on the Jefferson and Matt was seriously worried about the morale on the ship. He would ask the Colonel about expanding holodeck privileges which in turn could take many people's mind away from the trial.
"Understood, sir," Chen replied turning back to his station.
"Chen, why don't you call your wife and see how she is doing," Matt suggested from his seat," we're not going anywhere anytime soon."
"Sir, my shift just started," Chen said surprised that he was being asked to skip work.
"Trust me, if we need you I'll transport you back here," Matt said with a smile.
"Alright, thank you sir," Chen said with a quick smile and an even faster departure.
"Wilson, do you want to skip your shift as well?" Matt asked with a half smile half smirk.
"No, sir, of course not," Lt Wilson said trying to pretend he didn't envy Chen.
"Wilson, you are a bad lier," Matt said laughing," if you can find a suitable replacement then you will be able to leave, but don't spread it around. I don't want any of those stupid lawyers to get ideas and such."
"Understood, sir, thank you," Wilson said already contacting the person who would shortly be replacing him. "Breaking protocol aren't we now," Monica said nudging Matt in the ribs.
"I know you won't tell," Matt said as he took the helm," and know you have to stay here. If I want to leave, I'll need you to take over."
"Hey that's not fair!" Monica protested but still laughing about her situation.
=^=Commander Reynolds, incoming message from Starbase 47=^=
"What is it?" Matt asked.
"An automatic message for you," Monica said as she showed Matt the message. Matt had long ago set up security parameters around his Starfleet biography and this had been the first time that he had been alerted.
"What does it mean?" Monica asked.
"It seems that our friend Major Bridgeton has begun his investigation," Matt said as he noted the message in his log and waited for things to begin which could be as soon as tomorrow.
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