Loskene
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Post by Loskene on Jun 22, 2005 1:27:39 GMT
Loskene had just exited the sickbay, having just received his monthly hypospray that would keep his cells stable. He was on his way to his quarters to have breakfast. Loskene had thought about eating in the mess hall, but decided he would rather have a quiet meal. Loskene ordered what he usually did at breakfast: Tellarite sausage and Terran pancakes. Loskene did not need to eat, but he found it to be an enjoyable experience. He had just ordered at his replicator and sat down, whipping out his fork and knife. He was just about to dig in when he heard several beeps from his computer.
The female computer voice announced: "You have received one new message. Nature of message: Important." Loskene frowned in disappointment and headed over to read his message.
Loskene stood up and brought his plate over the the replicator. Breakfast would have to wait for now. He tapped his communicator.
Loskene: Ensign Chen, prepare to bring us out of the starbase, 1/4 impulse. Once we are out we will wait for the USS Victory to follow.
Loskene then directed his attention toward the ambassadors.
Loskene: Number one, are the ambassadors ready to beam over?
Matthew: Aye sir, they are ready and waiting to be received. I'll inform the transporter room.
Loskene would have time to welcome the ambassadors later. First, he would need to confer with the Victory crew and their CO about how to properly and appropriately get the two races to behave. Loskene had not been on many diplomatic missions and was open to any ideas...
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Post by aparis on Jun 22, 2005 4:01:04 GMT
Angel realizes their crew will be leaving on a mission now, and decides it is time to get the crew in here for routine physicals. She heads to sickbay, and starts to call people. She links into computer communications.
"This is Doc Paris. I need the following to report to sickbay for routine physicals, and don't worry I will get to all of the crew, so be ready when I call you. Captain Walker, Johnson, Kurzan, and Rylka. Please report asap, so we can get you done and onto the next batch. Paris out." She says happy with her announcement. She gets her instruments ready, and waits for the first batch.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2005 4:43:02 GMT
:USS Victory:
(Walker sat in his ready room reviewing the information given to him by Admiral Glover. It was always his nature to read everything over a couple of times to be sure he didn't miss anything important. He also decided to read a little further into the Baltorians. Helm indicated that the trip would take 4 days to reach their destination. In that time he intended to spend some time with the species. Even though diplomatic matters were far from his specialty he was always intrigued of other cultures. Walker didn't dig up anything interesting about the Baltorians. According to Starfleet records they've lived on Baltor for thousands of years. They've had several skirmishes with the Polanites which has led up to this conference. They're technology is not very advanced and they primarily fight hand to hand due to their above average strength. As Walker continued reading on his commbadge chirped)
Helmsman: Commodore, the Jefferson has just exited Starbase. The Victory is ready upon your command.
Walker: Proceed.
(Walker lightly dropped the padd on top of his desk and left his ready room to the bridge. The view screen showed the Victory slowly edging it's way through the base doors. When it cleared the Victory sped up slightly toward the Jefferson)
Walker: The Jefferson will lead the way. Wait for their word.
(The helmsman nodded. A few seconds later Walker's commbadge chirped and Angel was on the other end requesting a physical. Walker looked over at his new first officer Commander Dowding)
Walker: They always pick the worst times.
(Walker got up from his seat)
Walker: You have the bridge Commander Dowding.
(He headed to the turbolift and hurried to sickbay. He wanted to be at his place on the bridge especially with his squadron commander working this mission with the Victory. When he arrived at sickbay on Deck 12 he walked directly to the doctor's office)
Walker: Alright Doctor, proceed with the physical.
<TAG: Paris>
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Post by raiben on Jun 22, 2005 11:14:34 GMT
Raiben was at his post at the Tactical station at the bridge as usual.
"USS Victory is taking up position" he reported.
Negotiating peace between implacable enemies. This was not his profession. He got no idea what can be done and what must he do.
But Raiben was sure of one thing, Baltorians and Polanites are going to act agressively and his duty is to make sure that no agression other than angry gazes must take place.
While waiting for the orders and the Commodore Raiben started taking notes on to make research on dealing with agressive negotiations and how to get over them by just using the visage of sheer strenght.
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Post by jamesmatthew on Jun 22, 2005 14:09:05 GMT
==/\== computer Begin Day sift Log ==/\=
~~ first officer Log after spending more then 1hours down in Guest Quarters with our Ambassador’s and there Aids and security Detachments complaining about how small Accommodations are I told them this is a war ship not a civilian Cruse ship it felt great to be back on the bridge now it all coming back to me why I did not go in to the diplomatic service like my cousin did ……
Ops officer > sir the Victory has cleared the station and has taken up station port of us awaiting orders …
Cmdr Matthew > Tap his comm. Badge Commodore Losene to the bridge
Cmdr Matthew >helm stand bye for orders …
Cmdr Matthew > Lt Giga I wont everything you can fine out about the Baltorians and Polanites before the senior staff meeting ….
Cmdr Matthew> Lt Winters I just spent a Enjoyable hour with our guest as the ship chief security officer there personal security will be your responsibility doing this mission …
I hate going into a situation without knowing the players and the Rules of the game .
< Tag > Loskene
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2005 15:00:31 GMT
After Luke's initial meeting with Commodore Walker, he was dismissed and allowed to remain off duty until the start of the next mission. Luke decided to use this time wisely by first getting himself settled and secondly familiarizing himself with ship and crew. Luke knew little about the mission ahead but he did know that the Victory and the Jefferson would be working together making his job of learning names a whole lot harder. Luke had been thinking all of this on his way down from deck 1 to deck 8. The turbolift doors slid open and Luke walked the relatively short distance to his new quarters, still carrying his bags. He knew the location of his quarters as he had thought to look important facts such as that whilst still on the Tiger Shark. He typed in his security clearance code and the doors hissed open. Firstly he noticed how much bigger this room was compared to his old one on the Tiger Shark, however he quickly stopped thinking about that as the wounds of leaving behind his old crew and friends were still raw. He threw his bags to the floor and frowned as he noticed the size of the bed. It was at least twice the size of his one on the Tiger Shark... things were certainly going to take some getting used to. Luke began to unpack his belongings, the first objects being the gifts he had received from Rear Admiral KezTrek at his fairwell party. He placed the manual control stick on his desk and the model of the Tiger Shark on the cabinet beside his bed. He sat down and pressed the deflector dish, immediately a star chart flickered on and there was the red dot, blinking happily but remaining quite still. Still in dock. Luke thought to himself. The blinking dot was actually quite hypnotizing and so he had to tear himself away, remembering to switch off the star chart first. He continued to put away his belongings along with the few items which were in the safe on the Tiger Shark. He placed them at the bottom of his closet, making a mental note to get a safe installed in this room. Before he closed the closet door he picked up the picture of Amy and smiled. "A lot has happened since you've gone." He whispered, knowing full well that she couldn't here him but feeling comforted all the same. Luke decided that after packing he would take a tour of the ship. He needed to get familiar with his new surroundings and besides he was not due on duty for at least another 3 hours. 2.28 hours later Luke strolled onto the bridge, pulling down the jacket of his uniform. He took the seat to the right of the centre chair. It didn't feel right... a little hard and lumpy... it would take some getting used to... However, Luke's thoughts on the chair were interrupted when Commodore Walker entered the bridge. He sprung up like he was on rockets and on thinking about later he realized how foolish he must have looked. A voice spoke from the helm (which Luke looked at longingly) stating that the Jefferson had just left dock. Commodore Walker gave the word for departure and the Victory glided out. Luke would have given anything to be in control of the mighty vessel at this point. He was practically itching with anticipation but his thoughts soon turned to more current matters as Commodore Walker's comm badge chirped. Apparently his presence was requested in Sickbay... something about a physical. Luke had managed to escape his last two physicals from his old doctor, Buster, however he did spend a lot of time in the Tiger Shark Sickbay, KezTrek had stated that he attracted trouble... maybe that was why. The Commodore left the bridge in Luke's hands as he headed for the dreaded physical. Luke was quite unsure what to do but felt that he should take the centre chair. Now that was comfort. This chair had to be the perfect form of all chairs, in fact if he could say what he would rather have right now, flying the Victory or sitting in this chair it would be the chair... He snapped back to reality when the helmsman coughed even louder than the last four times that Luke hadn't heard. "Excuse me, Sir." "What... Oh, yes?" Luke said, his ears turning a pinky colour with embarrassment. "The Jefferson is asking us to fall into duo-fleet module 1." "Proceed." Luke said. His first order, now that wasn't so hard!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2005 19:06:52 GMT
Somewhat annoyed, T'Val wiped a strand of hair out of her face. She was extremely tired and she hadn't had time to freshen up and put on a clean uniform between her shifts. D'Beren had been fussing, ever since it became apparent that the Jefferson was not going to dock at Assaillant. It was almost as if the infant knew that something important was going to happen.
At last, she had pulled T'Shan aside and assigned her to guard the child while T'Val sent her and D'Beren in a shuttle craft from Starbase 71 to Starbase Assaillant. "You are to place him into his father's custody," T'Val had instructed her, "even though you will remain the nanny. Make Tedak understand that D'Beren must attend the ceremony on Qualinost. Elder Jak'Dor will inform him of how to go about it. Please have him convey my apollogies to the Elder for my absence but my services are required by starfleet."
T'Shan had nodded, and had departed with the child. T'Val sighed as the strand of hair fell into her face again. At last she just picked up a roll of bandages and cut about 10 centimeters off it and tied her hair together with it into a crude ponytail.
There was enough to do in sickbay even without people showing up for treatment. Nurse O'Shea came walking towards her, carrying a PADD. "Doctor, Commodore Loskene has come in earlier for his monthly cellular treatment," she reported, "and this Romulan woman has also been lurking about."
"Ms Rayna does not lurk about," T'Val snapped at the dumbfounded nurse, "she is trying to find something useful to do." She snatched the PADD from the nurse and glanced over the contents. "Loskene was due for a physical, as a follow-up on his recent injuries, why was this not attended to?"
"I am a nurse, not a doctor," O'Shea replied timidly.
"Oh," T'Val replied, and fell silent. "I apollogize," she continued, "I have had little sleep lately, and I have just sent my son to spend some time with his father. I am also hosting Rayna in my quarters until permanent quarters get assigned to her."
O'Shea nodded in understanding, she knew full well how the CMO felt. When her husband divorced her, they shared custody so their children moved back and forth between them. In the end, Mariah O'Shea had decided that the children would be best off residing with their father on Earth. She would visit as often as she could between assignments.
T'Val sighed again, then tapped her combadge. "Sickbay to Loskene. You may have come in for your monthly therapy, but you have not forgotten about the follow up exams have you?"
Just at that moment, Rayna came walking into sickbay. "You look haggard," she said bluntly, "and I have come to make sure you get some rest."
"Not now," T'Val replied.
"Yes now," Rayna insisted, "you will yield or face the consequences. I might tell the commodore on you."
T'Val glared at her new-found Romulan friend. "After I have finished examining Commodore Loskene as soon as he decides to report back in."
"That may take a while," Rayna said, "the Jefferson has left spacedock, we're on our way with the Victory on our tails...some diplomatic event I've heard."
"Loskene knows that I have the power to relieve him of duty if he does not report to sickbay," T'Val said stoically, "he will report in."
Rayna shrugged. "Suit yourself, but after he's come in, you are coming with me...even if I have to drag you."
T'Val nodded. "Very well," she said, "as soon as Loskene has been in."
Rayna smiled with satisfaction, she hadn't lost her touch yet.
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Post by aparis on Jun 22, 2005 19:08:28 GMT
"Ok, sir, if you will just take a seat on the biobed. This shouldn't take long. I am just trying to update the records, normal procedures, that kinda thing." She says a little nervous around her captain. She picks up her tricorder and starts to scan him. It only takes a minute to do the whole scan, and she finds the records are updated. She smiles trying to ignore her nerves.
"Alright, sir, thanks for stopping by." She says and heads to update the records on when the last physical was done. She relaxes when he leaves, and looks at the records she has up. One down, several to go.
"Firestorm, please report to sickbay for your physical." Angel announces over the commlink, and hopes to get these out of the way quickly.
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Post by raiben on Jun 22, 2005 20:27:05 GMT
Raiben's console chirped as the Commander Matthews adviced him on his duties, he tapped the small button. The message was a reminder set by himself, about to findout a suitable quarters for their guest Rayna.
"Howard you have the station" he said and left for the turbolift. He hated not being at the bridge while the mission was getting started; but first he had to findout a quarters for Rayna then he had to place security and tighten it around the Ambassadors.
After searching for Rayna at the ships computer interface Raiben ended up at the sickbay.
"Come for a checkup Lt.?" asked Doctor T'Val.
Raiben jumped right near the Romulan woman and nearly hugged her "No, doctor just stealing our guest to take her to her quarters" Raiben said and nearly pulled the Romulan woman out of the sickbay. He hated this place and never wanted entering it in the first place; but sometimes man must do things that they hate.
"So where is my quarters Lt. Winters?" asked Rayna.
"Just two doors to the right of our good Doctor. I noticed that you two became good friends and i just wanted to arrange this so you can get used to things more smoothly" Raiben replied.
After five minutes
Raiben dumbed his cargo at her quarters and was now on his way to the Ambassadors quarters.
The feeling of tension must be felt from a deck down Raiben guessed, the Ambassadors were angrily talking about how small and useless their quarters are. Raiben coughed to get their attention.
"Ah, greeting Lt. , how may we help you?" asked one
"The problem is how can i help you?" Raiben returned the question
"I do not get your point Lt." replied the man back.
"I'm the CSTO of Jefferson. How do you like your security to be placed?" Raiben asked
"Security? Is that necessary? We are on board a Sovereign class starship, what can happen?" replied another one.
"Very well, as you wish sirs good day and enjoy your stay aboard the Jefferson" Raiben said and left the room.
He gived a sigh and tapped his commbadge.
=/\=Lt. Winters to Gamma and Theta teams report to Deck 6 and take place around our VIP guests, I want four officers stick to them like glue=/\=
Raiben let our a slight grin, he liked to be a tyranical monster; after all it was his nature.
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Post by Loskene on Jun 22, 2005 21:57:50 GMT
Loskene was on his way to the bridge when his communicator chirped. He answered it.
Matthews: Sir, it's Matthews. You are needed on the bridge.
Loskene: Yes, I am already on my way.
Loskene reached the turbolift and was about to head up to the bridge. "On second thought, I don't need to be up on the bridge to give the order to get underway. I need to speak with the ambassadors and make sure everything is to their liking."
Loskene: On second thought Commander, I'd like you down here with me to welcome the ambassadors. Give the order to go underway. And then...hm....Who's the highest ranking officer on the bridge at the moment?
Matthews: Well, Mr. Winters is finding quarters for our new Romulan friend...I suppose its Lieutenant Giga.
Loskene: That's fine. Mr. Giga has the bridge for now.
A few minutes later, Commander Matthew met up with Loskene and they both headed down to the deck that was reserved for the Polanite ambassadors.
"The Polanites..." Loskene thought. He had never seen one before. The world Polan was L/M-Class, it's climate was harsh from what he'd been told. Above the equator was entirely covered in permafrost, one big ice desert. It was considered L-Class. Below the equator was considered M-Class. It was entirely jungle. The Federation's top scientists found it fascinating. The Polanites live below the equator, in tree houses. They were primitive in terms of technology, they had acquired warp drive but for some odd reason, technology did not advance. It was theorized that the battles between the two species set them back several hundred years.
Loskene and Matthews had now reached their destination. Loskene was wearing his formal Starfleet uniform, he didn't like them, and thought they looked too much like dresses. But it was protocol and required. They approached the door and Loskene rang. Several seconds later a Polanite emerged.
It was an interesting species. They looked like very colorful, overgrown humanoid birds. It had an orange colored beak and very colorful plumage. It's eyes were large and black, no visible iris. The creature wore a black cape, and had little clothing. The creature finally spoke.
Polanite: Is this what you humans call...a "starring contest"?
Loskene noticed that he had been staring and looked down, feeling a little embarrassed.
Loskene: Ah, my apologies sir. It's actually a staring contest, and I'm not actually human.
The creature looked puzzled but continued.
Polanite: My name is C'h'isla'.
Loskene: As Commander of this vessel, I would like to welcome you aboard the Jefferson.
C'h'isla': These quarters are too small.
Loskene was taken aback by the aliens bluntness.
Loskene: Well, I will see what I can do about finding better accommodations.
C'h'isla': Hm. See that you do. Now if you will excuse me, I need to consult with my colleagues.
The alien closed the door, leaving Loskene and Matthews alone in the corridor.
Loskene: Well...I guess that went well... Brief but civil... Well, I suppose our business is concluded for now. I guess we should prepare the conference lounge...
"Apparently we are having dinner with them" Loskene said sarcastically.
Loskene's communicator chirped. Loskene tapped it.
=^=Commodore, this is T'Val. I will need to see you in sickbay.=^=
Loskene: What? Why? I was just there...
=^=You are due for a physical sir. It was overlooked.=^=
Loskene: Alright, alright. I'll be there in a few minutes.
Loskene ended the conversation.
Well number one, I guess that leaves in charge of dinner preparations. Loskene said in a humorous manner
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2005 0:17:22 GMT
:USS Victory Sickbay:
(Walker had just finished getting his physical. He always found physicals to be a waste of time. Rarely anything was ever wrong. But he knew if he just gives them what they want they won't come nagging again for another year)
Paris: Alright, sir, thanks for stopping by.
Walker: Thank you Doctor.
(Walker left sickbay for the Baltorian's quarters. He intended to spend some time with them before the Victory arrived at the conference. Ties between the Federation and the Baltorians have only been existent for about a year and a half. Walker figured this would be a good opportunity to test his new first officer's diplomatic touch as well)
Walker: =^=Commander Dowding?=^=
Dowding: =^= Yes sir? =^=
Walker: =^= Please report to Deck 5 section 3. I think we should pay a visit to our guests. =^=
Dowding: =^= Aye sir, on my way. =^=
(Walker stood outside of the Baltorian's quarters. Moments later the turbolift doors slid open at the end of the corridor and Dowding exited. Dowding checked the markings along the wall to be sure he was at section 3. Suddenly he looked toward the end of the hall and spotted Walker)
Dowding: Ready when you are Commodore.
(Walker nodded and rang the doorbell)
Baltorian: Do not enter.
Walker: This is Commodore Walker, commanding officer of the Victory.
Baltorian: I do not care who you are. I said do not enter!
(Walker looked over at Luke and raised an eyebrow. He turned off the intercom for a moment)
Dowding: Well.. guess that puts that to rest..
Walker: Very odd behavior.
Walker: Computer unlock this door authorization Walker fox trot 5.
(The computer chimed in compliance and the doors slid open)
Walker: I'm coming in..
(The Baltorian came charging toward the door. He had red skin with long white hair. His teeth were sharp and he was freely showing them off. His finger nails were sharp though he couldn't be taller than 5 feet 5 inches tall)
Baltorian: Next time I tell you to stay out you will do as I tell you human!
Walker: Listen up! I am the commanding officer of this ship not you. If you want to remain in your nicely furnished quarters you will start doing some more listening and less talking.
(The Baltorian was clearly infuriated by the way he was being treated but the last thing he wanted was to spend the rest of the trip in the brig)
Walker: I will allow you your privacy. But I would like to welcome you aboard first and foremost.
(Walker stepped into the quarters. Upon doing so he noticed the wall was bare. He knew for a fact there was a painting on that wall before. But he didn't want to make a big fuss about it. There were more important things to worry about during this mission. Walker extended his hand to the Baltorian)
Walker: On behalf of the Victory crew I'd like to officially welcome you aboard.
(Walker didn't expect the Baltorian to return the effort but he did. Just not correctly)
Walker: Perhaps you and the other Baltorian ambassadors would enjoy a dinner with my senior staff this evening?
Baltorian: No promises Commodore. We have a strict schedule. Besides I very much doubt you're chef has the knowledge to cook to our standards.
Walker: I think you underestimate him. Give him the recipe and he'll cook with the best of them.
Baltorian: Alright Commodore. But I demand that you not break in anymore.
(Walker nodded in slight agreement of his demand. It was no wonder that the Polanites had trouble getting along with these people)
(Walker left the quarters with Commander Dowding)
Walker: =^= Security to Deck 5 Section 3. I want the ambassador's quarter's guarded around the clock =^=
Security: =^= Right away sir. =^=
Dowding: What was that about?
Walker: They stole a painting from the wall. God knows what else they could snatch if they aren't watched closely.
(Dowding seemed slightly surprised)
Walker: I hate diplomatic missions.
(Walker and Dowding returned to the bridge together)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2005 8:16:34 GMT
Luke was slightly stunned by the Baltorian's behaviour. Luke had had very little contact with alien Ambassadors, only the human kind and most recently a Romulan, but that led to the loss of his sight... He hoped that these Ambassadors would not cause quite as much trouble, if any at all.
Commodore Walker and Luke walked through the decks of the Victory before arriving at the tubolift that would take them to the bridge. Luke was careful to take in every detail, he had no intention of getting lost.
"So what did you make of the Baltorian?" Walker asked.
Luke sighed. Looking for the positive. "They seem like an interesting species, which should make for an even more interesting mission."
Walker nodded. "Yes, although I am less than impressed about that painting."
"It does seem a little odd." Luke said as the two of them stepped onto the bridge.
"Commodore. The Jefferson is sending a communique, they are ready to jump to warp when we are."
"Aknowledged, proceed." Walker said.
Commodore Walker and Luke to their seats in the centre of the bridge and Luke spun the arm console round so he could access the navigation console.
"You know." Luke said reading the data from the console. "If you changed your course to mark 234 then we can shave 3 hours off our arrival time."
"Commodore?" The helmsman asked.
"Go ahead. Commander Dowding knows what he is talking about." Walker replied.
"I'll transfer the information to the Jefferson." Luke said, tappin a few buttons on the arm console.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2005 10:35:19 GMT
On the bridge of the Victory, Firestorm looked up, startled as the intercom suddenly announced his name, along with a summons to sickbay. He glanced at his console, and frowned. "In a moment doctor," he finally replied. He had work to do, and he wouldn't just let it slide because some doctor wanted to prod and poke him.
He looked around to see Walker walking back onto the bridge, looking rather disgruntled. ~probably was prodded and poked just now~ Firestorm thought, as he tried to concentrate on his work again. There was so much research to do in prospect to this mission, the Sivaoan was starting to wonder where to start and if he'd ever finish.
At last, he gave a sigh, stretched his muscles in a very feline manner, grabbed his kitten -which he refused to leave in his quarters all by herself-, gave a nod to Walker and headed for sickbay.
Before entering, he poked his tail in first, as per Sivaoan custom, more out of habit rather than politeness. "You called doctor?" he finally asked, when he walked in. His whole manner showed that he was annoyed by the call and wasn't pleased that he needed a physical.
In his arms, Copper mewed softly, and rubbed her tiny head against his chest craving for attention. Firestorm rubbed the fur behind her ears and her purring increased in intensity. "As you can see, besides my normal work I have plenty to do," he said, as he pulled his ears flat against his head. He was doing his best to keep his claws sheathed; he didn't like doctors, nor sickbays. "Please be quick about it," he said promptly, but made no move towards a biobed, "I have work to do."
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Post by aparis on Jun 23, 2005 14:50:17 GMT
"Welcome, we will try and get this out of the way as quick as possible. Please sit on the biobed." Angel says grabbing her tricorder as she gets up from her desk. She is a little stiff as she had been siting and reading for at least an hour. She stretches and then goes over to where Firestorm is sitting, and then starts to scan. The scan doesnt take long, and she has an idea.
"Hm, interesting." Angel says, and then looks up at Firestorm. "You have Riconian tack worms in your blood. That can't be good." She finishes managing to keep a straight face.
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Post by garyowens on Jun 23, 2005 16:42:12 GMT
Gary arrived in Engineering and was pleased to see the crew had it not only up and running, but the duty Engineer had made the transfer from station to ships power already. All was in order, as he took his post at the main control panel.
Aproximately an hour and a few dozen "get to know you" bits of chit chat with his engineering team, he heard the clacking sound coming from one of the stabilizer field junction boxes. A diagnostic showed it had a broken fitting, and needed replaced. Rather than have one of his staff do it, he grabbed his toolkit, as he was itching to get his hands dirty with some real work. He had to climb in between the core and the intermix chamber catwalks, down where there was insufficient lighting, but he had a light attached to a headband that would work just fine.
After climbing down, and donning the headband that supported the twin headlamps, he noticed someone had packed him a lunch, probably concerned that he hadn't eaten since noon the day before at the pizza joint on the starbase. There was an energy bar, three carrots, and a container of hot coffee.
He'd get to that later.
He activated the headlamps- good ones with each light at the end of a wand extending from the back of the headband, upward in an arc toward the front. They could be bent at convenient angles to illuminate ones work from andy position.
He saw the broken bracket. After rerouting the power to a standby stabilizer, he removed the old, then bolted the new one up, using a tractor wrench, and a torque emitter. He began to whistle while he worked. Then he was depressed again, for he found it was his fathers favorite swing tune, Moonlight Serenade, by Glen Miller.
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Post by tiffani on Jun 23, 2005 20:15:53 GMT
OOC: isorry, if i am slow posting, i am doing some backsimming with felix regarding Amilea's safety.
ON:
*Tiffani had just returned to the ship moments before it was ready to take off on its mission, she quickly took her seat on the bridge on one side of the captain, she looked quizzionately at the first officer, she was surpised to see that luke would leave the tigershark,but she knew that he had seemed thrived on being more then what he could accomplish on the tigershark, she smiled to them both*
[[walker leaned over and spoke briefly to the counselr]] I take it everything is settled now?
*Tiffani smiled briefly* Everything is fine captain.
*she smiled as the crew begin preparing to follow the jefferson onto their next mission, she only hoped that she was doing the rgiht thing, by leaving amilea back home, she became lost in thought*
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Post by kurzan on Jun 23, 2005 21:24:13 GMT
Kurzan was in the mess hall, preparing a meal for the Baltorians. Kurzan sighed as he wheeled in the food on a cart. Kurzan could swear there was at least 20 pounds of food in the cart. He was exaggerating of course, but he wasn't off by too much. He finally reached the kitchen and let go of the cart. He was somewhat out of breath and had to sit down for a moment or two. He sat up, peering at the chronometer displayed on a console. 1600 hours.
"What?? I only have three hours?!" Kurzan thought.
He got up quickly and began to open up the containers of food. He was immediately met with a foul and unpleasant odor. Kurzan recoiled and stepped back, covering his nose. After a few seconds of recovery, he approached the container slowly and cautiously and looked at it. It looked like rotten meat. For all Kurzan knew, it just could be, and likely was.
"In some ways I hope this race doesn't join the Federation...If they do, they'll likely want their menu installed into the replicator. Give me strength..." Kurzan said to himself.
He began to open up the other containers. They weren't as foul smelling, but they still looked very odd. A very bizarre assortment of meat and vegetables. Baltorian stew was disturbing, it looked like there were little body parts floating around inside it. The stew was green in color.
Kurzan picked up a padd that contained all the necessary cooking information. Now he only wished that he knew the ingredients.
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Post by sanosuke on Jun 24, 2005 4:51:02 GMT
Gareth sighed when he heard that he had to get back to the ship. He turned to the doctor.
"I guess I'll have t' be examined later by such an exquisite flower, which is now somethin' I now look forward t'," he grinned, took her hand, kissed it, and walked off back towards his quarters, hiding his limp.
He got back to his quarters and as he was changing he saw something out of the corner of his eye and turned to see what it was. He then saw it was a reflection of himself and noticed bruises from his battle on the planet he had been in, not by choice mind you. His leg then gave a twinge and he rolled his eyes. What had made him think that was a good idea? He sighed and put his uniform on. He then walked out of his quarters and as he was approaching the turbolift to the bridge his combadge went off.
"=^= Security to Deck 5 Section 3. I want the ambassador's quarter's guarded around the clock =^=" came Walker's voice.
Gareth tapped his combadge in response.
"=^= Right away sir =^=" he said.
He then started issuing orders for the ambassador's quarters. He then stepped into the turbolift and he told it to go to the bridge. It arrived a minute later and he stepped out. He noticed that the furrball was gone and that the only other people on the bridge were the communications officer and the helm officer. He began running scans on the computer systems to make sure that everything was in order and that all the links to weapons were alive. His mind traveled back to the new CMO of the ship momentarily and he smiled at the memory of their first meeting. Quite an awkward situation for all his finding her and who he assumed to be her boyfriend kissing outside one of the holodecks. Still, he knew himself well enough to know that that little flirt he had given her when he left was going to be one of many. He always flirted with pretty, young girls. It was a habit he knew he might never break. He now waited for either the captain or the new first officer to come back to the bridge so that he might ask as to why he had "installed" guards at the ambassador's quarters, and maybe to get the scoop on the ambassor so that he might be prepared for anything that might occur. Because if there needed to be guards outside an ambassador's quarters, then they were either at risk of being assassinated or they might cause trouble, either Gareth would be prepared for.
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Post by shhouse on Jun 24, 2005 5:15:38 GMT
(Victory) Owen had waited on the bridge until Lt Cmdr Jameson had showed up to replace him and he then headed to the turbolift and made his way to sickbay. As he approached the open doors he heard Angel say "You have Riconian tack worms in your blood. That can't be good." As he had only just gotten to sickbay he presumed that the comment wasn't directed at him and looked in the direction of the main biobed.
Firestorm was just getting up and had as much of a look of shock as any feline could have. Owen hoped that this was a joke, after all Firestorm had proved quite useful during the last mission and the Victory couldn't afford to have any of her crew unavailable. Just then Angel's face twitched and she started chuckling. Owen had a bit of a chuckle as well and then spoke. "Commander, I'm reporting for the physical as ordered although I did get a physical just after we pulled into starbase 71."
<Tag Paris, Firestorm>
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Post by aparis on Jun 24, 2005 5:29:56 GMT
Angel couldn't help it anymore, although she did try, and started to chuckle.
"Oh, your fine, Firestorm, thanks for dropping by. Have a seat, Johnson, I will be with you in a moment." Angle says taking her information over to a console to update the files. She pushes a few buttons, and then has the information she needs for Johnson. She walks over and starts to scan him.
"Now you aren't going to pull that kinda thing on me are you?" Johnson says looking a little apprehensive, and Angel chuckles a little.
"Well, I might do it again, but you already know it is coming, so it wouldn't do any good to try that on you." She says and finishes the scans.
"Ok, then, thanks for stopping by. Oh and, Johnson, that scan on the starbase wasn't done by me, so I couldn't have known when the last one was. Besides I have this trust issue, and would prefer to do the scanning myself." Angel says, and heads over to her desk to put in the information. She finds herself alone again, and decides to call the next person, as she wonders where some of those she called is.
"Commander Dowding, please report to sickbay for your physical." She announces over the commlink, and hopes he will come soon. The reading material may still be stacked pretty high, but it was no holonovel she was reading. That is when she realizes she didn't call in the next person after Firestorm.
"Sagara, please come to sickbay for your physical." She says, once again over the comm link, and then returns to her reading.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2005 7:32:57 GMT
ooc: Paris, wud be nice if you left me some room to respond. I did say I was going to post today.... I don't like backposting, it messes up chronology. ic: Firestorm gave Paris a shocked look, even though he knew perfectly well that he had no such infection because no such infection existed in felines. He continued to look shocked and disbelieving when she told him he was fine. "Oh doctor no," he played on, "I don't feel so good all of a sudden." Yet Parish shooed him out of sickbay as Owen Johnson walked in. Coiling his tail, Firestorm walked back to the bridge, and reseated himself at the science station. "Now what was I doing before?" he muttered, then noticed the new FO. "Why hello," Firestorm called, "I don't believe we've met yet. I'm Firestorm to Ennien, the resident science...uh..not-officer I suppose." He held out his hands to show the kitten which he dragged everywhere. "And this is my pet Copper, ain't she cute?" He looked back at his station. "Doctor Paris said I had Riconian tack worms...you thin it may be affecting my memory?" Firestorm smiled, as much as felines could smile, and winked at the FO. "I don't remember what I was doing....could you please help me?" <soz not much...until briefing not much I can do:p>
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2005 9:56:46 GMT
Luke stared at the viewscreen, the ships had moved to low warp so the stars around the Victory seemed stretched.
The doors to the bridge hissed open and Luke saw a familiar face enter.
Tiffani, his old friend from the Tiger Shark. He had quite forgotten she had transferred here when she left the Tiger Shark. They would most definately have to catch up later.
However, right now Luke's attention was drawn to the presence of someone else. It was the cat-like person he had seen on the station... so he hadn't been seeing things...
"Why... yes..." Luke said, a little confused by the question. "I am Commander Luke Dowding, the new FO of the U.S.S. Victory. I arrived yesterday on the Starbase."
Luke wasn't entirely sure whether he was being serious or not and he had no idea what Riconian track worms were... although they didn't sound pleasant...
"I'm afraid I don't know." Luke started. "But perhaps you would like to assist me in analysing the Baltorian's genetic structure? We can use the information from the transporter buffers and work on Science Station 2. You see our knowledge on the Baltorian's is extremely limited."
<Tag Firestorm>
Luke rose from his seat and walked with Firestorm to the sciecne station, he pressed a few buttons and brought up the transporter data.
"Where do you suggest we begin? Science is not my strong-suit but I can hold my own!" Luke said.
<Tag Firestorm>
"Perhaps we should contact Commander Paris, if she is not too busy in Sickbay. Her input may be of value." Luke said.
<Tag Firestorm>
Luke tapped his comm badge.
"Commander Dowding to Lieutenant Commander Paris, if you get a spare moment your help on the bridge would be of great use."
=^= I am currently undergoing physicals at the moment Commander. Can it wait? =^=
"Of course Lieutenant Commander, we can continue up here. Perhaps when you are free you would go over the results found?" Luke asked.
=^= Of course, Sir =^= She replied and the comm went dead.
Luke and Firestorm continued to work for another half hour or so but soon Luke left it to the professional and sat back down in his chair.
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Post by giga on Jun 24, 2005 10:04:04 GMT
Giga had been analyisng sensor data when the bridge had been left in his command. He sat in the centre chair and used the arm console to continue his work.
"The Victory is recommending we make a small course change." A young officer said from Tactical.
"Show me on screen." Giga said. He analysed the course change within three seconds and nodded. "Proceed."
Very little else happened and Giga continued to work whilst the ships moved to warp. He accessed the Victory's crew roster and scanned for the Cheif of Science, there wasn't one but Giga did notice that a cetain Firestorm was working on the Victory as a Junior Science officer. Giga would make contact when Commodore Loskene or Commander Mathews returned to the bridge.
Giga also noticed that Commander Dowding was present on the Victory. On further examination Giga discovered that Luke had been promoted to FO of the Victory. Giga decided that he should also make contact with Luke, seeing as he was his mentor's son.
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Post by raiben on Jun 24, 2005 12:15:30 GMT
Raiben entered the bridge again. The ships started their way while he was dealing with business.
Giga turned towards him and placed his hands at the armrests probably to leave the center chair. It was usual that officers with experience at the ship take command instead of their superiors. Raiben walked towards the tactical station to relieve his deputy from the job.
"You have the conn Mr. Giga and besides that, i hate that part of the bridge" Raiben said with a chuckle. The threatment made by their good Vulcan doctor helped him on controlling his emotions.
He run a quick scan and diagnostics at the tactical sensors and systems.
Victory is holding up with them and a slight course change has been made. He ran over the data. Probably this diplomatic mission will be a change for him. He has been to violant combat situations since he started his career and he never argued how harsh they are. But something from inside was keep telling him that he will regret viewing this mission as fun.
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Post by jamesmatthew on Jun 25, 2005 16:38:10 GMT
==/\== Begin Log ==/\==
=========== Scene: Cmdr Matthew Quarters ==============
After being left in Charge of all of the Dinner Preparations for our guest by Commodore Loskene I set off to cared out his orders first up was finding out just what do Polainte Eat so my first stop was the nearest computer station I could find back in my Quarters i worked on the details of the Dinner Menu it would Appear that the Polainte eat only fruits & Green vegetables nuts & berries that should not be hard to put Together….
look like this dinner will go off with out a hitch I forward the menu to the ship chef all of the Dinner participants have been informed of the time some of the Victory senior staff will also be transporting over as well as Commodore Walker so that leave me with just 2 hours to get a little work done ….
Before leaving the star base they transmitted some mission Intel over to us ….
I am just now getting the time to look it over Star fleet fill this mission must be cared out without indent a treaty must be work out at all cost …..
I No longer have a Star Base Logistics & Strategic Planning Department to rely upon as this mission get underway everything must be co-ordinate I must have everything just right….. I just hope this plan would cover any eventuality….
He booted up the main screen at his Desk and downloaded the chart of the area provided by the Baltorian's. …
The first objective would be a diplomatic effort to try to see if a peaceful resolution to the problem could be found. Commodore walker had warned Loskene that this would be unlikely, the Polanites had rights of god hood according to the ancient scriptures and dealing with a god, even flesh and blood would be difficult to say the least.
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