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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2005 19:32:09 GMT
T'Val hesitated; she didn't know this doctor and she certainly didn't like spilling her problems to a complete stranger, even more so if the stranger was not a counselor. All in all, she didn't quite like those either, but Commander Savali had stuck out because T'Val knew the woman had a child also.
"Do you have children doctor?" she asked quietly, as the two of them walked back towards the party, "if you do not, I doubt you can understand. I do not know all the details, but from what I have been told by my husband, our son was kidnapped by Romulans. At the threat of death, they forced my husband to commit crimes. I fear that, even though our son is found, they will still pin all that has passed on him."
She paused, and briefly her eyes flashed with anger. "He is Romulan," she said, "and they will not hesitate to pin this on him. Most of Assaillant's crew is prejudiced towards him because of his heritage, but I trust Admiral Magellan to treat him fairly." At the mention of the admiral, she blushed slightly (though unconsciously), she still had some feelings for him, left over from that dreadful experience as vampire.
"However, he has been found and from what I have been able to sense, he is safe."
They paused in front of the door that would lead them to the party. "Have you met everyone yet?" she asked, as she pushed the doors open. They froze, as they watched the scene before them.
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Post by tiffani on Jul 27, 2005 23:21:01 GMT
*Tiffani had been quiet during the essential part, she had been keeping tabs on everyone, she was a bit surpised when a few of the senior officers left without so much as an approval from the captain's, she had, had enough and she knew that if the captain didn't say something she must, as she felt thigns had gone to far already*
ENOUGH!! *She yelled as everybody froze around her, surpised that someone would yell that wasn't the captain*
You call yourselfs Ambassador's, yet you don't act like any ambassodor's i've ever heard of.
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we are here to work on a way to co-exist together. we will solve nothing if this continues on.
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Post by travorgonto on Jul 28, 2005 6:24:10 GMT
OCC: Sorry about any errors that may be gramatical or spelling I don't have my glasses on right now. ic: "Firstorm to Mr Gonto, please report to the bridge at once, we've got a serious problem!" Travor heard over his combadge. He tapped his badge and said, "On my way." He excused himself from his conversation and hurried to the Bridge. "Sir, what seems to be the problem?" He asked as he took the helm. "I can't correct our course," he said, and Travor saw that Firestorm's fur was standing on end in what Travor thought was fear, "I've tried everything, but the course is locked and encrypted. What should we do?" "Well, sir, I believe that the first thing we should do is contact the Commodore, explain the situation, and then try to get control of the helm," Travor said as he hit his combadge, "Ensign Gonto to Commodore Walker, Please come to the bridge. We have a situation." <Walker> Travor punched a few commands on his console, just to see if he could possibly gain control of the engines. When he found out that it would take a while to break the encription he said, "Computer, how far from the Jefferson are we?" Then the fimiliar female voice came over the speakers, "8,500m." Travor cursed to himself. This is not good. "Computer, please let us know when we are within 6000m and 3000m of the Jefferson," Travor said. "Aknowledged," the computer stated. Just then the Turbolift doors opened and out walked Commodore Walker. OCC: More to come, I got to go to work
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2005 6:50:50 GMT
Zyrona bristled at the sudden interruption, but when she craned her neck to see who had actually silenced everyone, she chuckled. The Polanite ambassador had observed the counselor talking to the Vulcan before, and hadn't thought too much of her. However, now that the woman had singlehandedly managed to silence the room, whereas the two males who apparently were in command had not, she gazed at the woman with new interest.
"The Baltonites are inferior to us," she said forcefully, "they claim they are better than us, but look at them. All the do is wage war....typical of males I might add."
Her words caused angry muttering among the other species, but Zyrona wasn't bothered by it. "That is why we are a peaceful species, because we do not allow our men into important positions." She laughed haughtily, then turned away from the crowd, returning her attention to her own little group. "Starfleet," she muttered, "one male dominated group..however do they manage?"
"I heard that," T'Val said, approaching the Polanite ambassador, with Storey following close behind her, "and not all men are the same. I agree, there are those that only wage war, but within Starfleet everyone has to earn their ranks. These men would not have gotten this far, if they had been all about waging war, as you claim."
The Vulcan healer reached for a waiter and took a cup with kasa juice from his tray. "I believe," she started, "that you should focus less on the sexe of the people here, but more on their personalities. My husband would be ashamed of his profession, if he would watch your two species bicker at one another." She nodded slightly. "My husband is a diplomat also," she acknowledged, "now...." she turned back to Storey, "I should introduce you to the rest. You have just seen Commander Savali effectively silence the room. Come."
They walked over to Tiffani. "Commander Savali, this is Doctor Storey. He has, apparently, just come aboard and I came across him in sickbay. Doctor Storey, meet Commander Tiffani Savali, the USS Victory's chief counselor."
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Post by ajohnson on Jul 28, 2005 19:29:56 GMT
Johnson had arrived in the midst of the...for want of a better term, food fight. He was amused by this. Even if it wasn't exactly helpful to the peace process, Johnson had to admit, they were more interesting than most ambassadors.
After the brief confrontation had subsided, he found an empty seat next to Commodore Loskene.
"Sorry I'm late sir."
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"Interesting cultures." said Johnson in a low voice. "This reminds me of the time the Enterprise-D had to escort ambassadorial parties from Selay and Antica to...to...well, I don't remember the name of the system, but my father was serving on the vessel at the time. I gather they had some interesting escapades of their own, but they were...uh...a little more serious than food fights. I guess we should count ourselves lucky, huh?"
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Johnson looked around the room. He saw that a few of the Starfleet people were reluctant to take seats, probably because of the food. Johnson couldn't blame them. The stuff looked nasty and smelled even worse, but, his father had always told him that observing unusual, uncomfortable, disgusting and embarassing customs often came with the job in Starfleet, and Johnson didn't have a problem with that. He took a bite from a long brown...something. It didn't taste completely obscene. He supposed that was to be expected; the smell was more important to these people.
A bit of a silence descending on the room, Johnson asked one of the ambassadors, "So, what is this?" holding up one of the long brown foods.
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Post by tiffani on Jul 28, 2005 21:51:36 GMT
"I should introduce you to the rest. You have just seen Commander Savali effectively silence the room. Come."
They walked over to Tiffani. "Commander Savali, this is Doctor Storey. He has, apparently, just come aboard and I came across him in sickbay. Doctor Storey, meet Commander Tiffani Savali, the USS Victory's chief counselor."
Hello Doctor, I hope you enjoyr time on the victory *she smiled* However, if you'll excuse me, i should probably help out right aboutnow, after all is part of my duties as a counselor. Look me up later and we'll talk *she smiled returning to the situation at hand*
Zyrona bristled at the sudden interruption, but when she craned her neck to see who had actually silenced everyone, she chuckled. The Polanite ambassador had observed the counselor talking to the Vulcan before, and hadn't thought too much of her. However, now that the woman had singlehandedly managed to silence the room, whereas the two males who apparently were in command had not, she gazed at the woman with new interest.
"The Baltonites are inferior to us," she said forcefully, "they claim they are better than us, but look at them. All the do is wage war....typical of males I might add."
Her words caused angry muttering among the other species, but Zyrona wasn't bothered by it. "That is why we are a peaceful species, because we do not allow our men into important positions." She laughed haughtily, then turned away from the crowd, returning her attention to her own little group. "Starfleet," she muttered, "one male dominated group..however do they manage?"
*generally tiffani would of laughed at a comment such as this but she attempted to keep her cool* The men as you refer to them as, in our culture are just as skilled if not more so in some areas then us to leasd our culture *she paused* you would be surpised at how skilled some of them our, perhaps instead of insulting and namecalling we work on a way for us to co-exist together, then if you like later i can tell you more about our culture and others so that maybe you understand
*she paused* Ofcourse if that is okay with the Captain's
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Post by Loskene on Jul 28, 2005 23:05:42 GMT
Loskene looked around observing the chaos.
Loskene: Not to worry Lieutenant. You haven't missed much...as you can see...At least nothing productive.
A chair flew by and landed only a few feet away from Loskene.
Loskene: Oh I don't know about that. Watch out, flying dish!
Loskene and Johnson both ducked as the the dish slammed into the wall, breaking into many pieces.
Loskene: At least the Anticans and Selay were kept on different decks! This is ridiculous. I have an idea... but it will require some very precise positioning. I was thinking, one species on one side of the room, and one species on the other. Once that occurs, I believe a force field should be placed in the middle. At least that way the physical hostility will cease. Perhaps the Victory's Security officer can assist with that...
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jul 29, 2005 4:43:57 GMT
Matt couldn't believe what he was seeing, diplomats having a food fight in a federation starship. Matt was still observing the scuffle from his little corner, but once the food started flying Matt had to duck every few seconds so he wouldn't get hit by a fowl smelling plate of food.
When Matt heard Lt. Johnson say that they were lucky to just be having food fights, Matt had to agree. It could get a lot worse.
"All men are inferior to us, and that will never change," the Polanite ambassador screamed as she threw a big bowl of some goo. The goo unfortunately hit Matt straight in the face.
The smell was so bad that Matt felt that he was about to throw up. No Starfleet officer had been hit with food yet, so everyone stopped for a second waiting for his reaction. Matt didn't want to say or do anything knowing that it might cause a diplomatic incident. So Matt just wiped his face and started to walk out.
"You see, us females are better than any male, he won't even stand up to himself," the ambassador said mockingly. That made Matt stop in his tracks, how dare she Matt thought. He turned around and was about to give her an earful, but stopped himself when he saw Doctor T'Val, Admiral Loskene, and Lt. Johnson.
Matt was forced to bite his mouth shut, and gave an about face. He had to cool down, or he would blow up really soon.
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Post by shhouse on Jul 29, 2005 6:50:48 GMT
Owen had been enjoying the food fight, it had been a long time since he had last had to dodge flying morsels. In fact the last time he had been involved in a food fight he had been called before the deputy commandant on earth and received a stern lecture about the proper way to handle food.
As he saw the goo hit Matt in the face he had to restrain himself from laughing out loud. It was a good thing that the goo was fairly viscous as it stuck to Matt's face and didn't run down onto his uniform.
"I wonder if they have always been like this or if the food fight is only for our benefit?" Owen asked Travor, his voice coated with sarcasm.
Standing up at that moment Owen walked over to commodores Walker and Loskene.
"Sirs, I believe that I can order the computer to send out a sound frequency that will immobilise the Baltonites and the Polanites without being audible to any of the other species on the ship." he offered in a hushed voice.
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Post by ajohnson on Aug 1, 2005 14:45:49 GMT
"I think that immobilising the ambassadors is a little extreme for this situation Lieutenant." said Johnson. "I think we should go with the Commodore's idea. The way they are positioned now, we could get a forcefield between them and stop this. If only that one was positioned slightly differently."
To his delight, the stray ambassador moved exactly where Johnson needed him.
Johnson tapped his combadge, "Johnson to bridge, engange a force field down the middle of the meeting room."
A forcefield came to life in the middle of the room and it took the ambassadors a moment to notice that their projectiles were no longer making contact.
Silence filled the room as Loskene addressed it, "Ladies and gentlemen, you will notice that you are no longer able to...attack each other, therefore, I suggest we get to the meal."
Some of the ambassadors looked scandalized, but the did as Loskene suggested nonetheless.
Johnson and Loskene and the other Starfleet officers took their places and slowly, conversation began.
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Post by travorgonto on Aug 1, 2005 15:50:07 GMT
As the doors to the turbolift closed, Travor Stole a glance to see who it was. The only person he saw was Firestorm. He shook his head, "Computer, where was the current course laid in at?" "Please specify," the computer said in a seemingly mocking way. Why me?Travor wondered. "Computer, who made the course correction?" Travor Asked. "The Beach Boys," the computer replied.
"The Jefferson is 6000m away," Came the computer's voice.
Travor looked at Firestorm with a puzzled look, "Any idea who they are?"
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"Computer, locate the Beach Boys," Travor said. "The Beach Boys are in California," the computer said. Travor muttered under his breath, "Damn it, someone reprogramed the computer too. At least minor programs."
"The Jefferson is 3000m away," Came the computer's voice.
"Computer, transfer helm control to tactical," Travor said. "Acknowledged."
Travor left the CONN and went to the tactical station. He punched a few bottons and saw that the Victory was heading back towards it's previous course. He looked at the tactical screen and saw that they were 1500m away from the Jefferson, which was closer than he wanted.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2005 17:32:37 GMT
Firestorm wrung his paws together as he and the new navigations officer watched the Jefferson grow larger and larger. No matter what they tried, the Victory wouldn't slow down. Their luck, however, was that the ship didn't increase speed either.
Firestorm couldn't help but laugh when the computer said an ancient surf band had changed the course of the star ship, but it was a sour laugh, and apparently the starfleet officer at the helm didn't find it quite so funny either.
"What's keeping Walker," the feline growled, as he tentatively watched the Jefferson increase in size on the screen.
A slight bump threw the two off their feet and alarms started blaring all over the ship. Slowly, Firestorm crawled back to his feet, and pulled Gonto back into his chair.
"Well, at least we stopped moving," he stated matter of factly, "what do you think?"
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Post by travorgonto on Aug 1, 2005 18:32:16 GMT
"Well, sir, it is a good thing we did not speed up.I am going to scan both ships to see if we suffered any damage," Travor said as he moved to the OPS station. He punched a few buttons and saw that the Jefferson had a minor stress fracture on its outer hull, and that the Victory was suffering power outages on decks 2, 3, 4, and 5. When he saw that, he remembered that the Banquett for the Ambassaders was on deck 3. He tried to stiffle a chuckle but couldn't control himself.
Firestorm heard Travor chuckle and asked, "What's so funny Ensign?"
"Well, sir, the first part is really funny. The Jefferson has a minor stress fracture on it's outer hull," Travor said. "And the second?" Firestorm asked. Decks 2, 3, 4, and 5 are suffering from power outages. And we all know that the Ambassadors' Diner is on Deck 3," Travor said, keeping a mostly straight face.
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Post by jamesmatthew on Aug 1, 2005 20:17:12 GMT
Cmdr Matthew’’ walk over to Admiral Loskene and commodore walker well sirs I think we all saw this wonderful moment coming from the first minute our Guest came on board let get that force field up and separate them before some one get hurt. Maybe they got it all out of there system .
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Post by ajohnson on Aug 1, 2005 23:45:38 GMT
Johnson gathered many different types of disgusting looking foods on his plate from different platters on the table. Many others were starting to do so too. He noticed the abscence of cutlery and saw that the Polanites and Baltorians were devouring their food with their bare hands, he supposed that they didn't use cutlery.
Loskene saw Johnson looking at the ambassadors and said "When in Rome, Lieutenant..."
Loskene picked up a blue...something and ate it. His expression was unreadable, but Johnson didn't think it looked very nice.
He picked up some white jelly from his plate and ate it. It was disgusting, but, like Loskene, Johnson was careful not to let this show on his face.
"Say, what is this?" Johnson asked a Baltorian ambassador sitting nearby, trying to make conversation?
"It is the semen of the baltorian cave goat, a delicacy on our world." replied the ambassador.
Johnson said nothing, but smiled weakly and felt a lot sicker.
Some of the ambassadors seemed to be making an effort to communicate now, though not with each other.
One of the ambassadors said loudly, "So, tell us about this ship, the Victory-C. How does it work? Where has it been? What happened to the Victories A and B?"
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Post by Loskene on Aug 2, 2005 0:03:21 GMT
Loskene cleared his throat and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
Baltorian: Is there something wrong with the food, Admiral?
Loskene: Ah, it's nothing. I just...it went down the wrong pipe.
Baltorian: Wrong pipe...?
Loskene: It's an old human expression. Food accidentally makes it's way into the wind pipe.
Baltorian: Ah, I see. Our physiology has adapted to swallowing large amounts of food.
Polarite: (Muttering) Explains their size.
Baltorian: WHAT DID YOU SAY??
Loskene: Sir...please...Calm down. She didn't say anything.
Baltorian: She said something! I have ears!
Loskene looked down, feeling very pessimistic.
Polarite: You!
Loskene looked up at the Polarite, and noticed that she was addressing him.
Loskene: I beg your pardon?
Polarite: The temperature is too low! Raise it at once!
Loskene: Madam ambassador...It is a custom on many worlds to address others in a civil and polite manner.
Polarite: Apologies. You are male and it is instinct for me.
Loskene: But I'm not a man.
The Polarite looked up in confusion, looking over Loskene.
Polarite: Are you saying that you are a female...?
Loskene: No, I never said that.
The Polarite looked even more confused.
Loskene: But you are right. I have felt the temperature go down over the past few minutes. I will have a word with OPS about environmental settings.
Loskene got up and headed over to Lieutenant Reynolds.
Loskene: Lieutenant, please come outside for a moment.
Reynolds nodded his head and followed Loskene out.
Loskene: Mister Reynolds, I'd like you to check on the environmental systems. The temperature in the room has dropped drastically.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Aug 2, 2005 0:25:50 GMT
Matt had just recently come back from his quarters. He took probably the quickest shower in his life and changed in what he thought was 20 seconds flat. Right away when he had gotten back to the party Matt could tell that it was a lot colder than we he had left.
"Yes, sir of course," Matt said to his commanding officer. Matt gladly did this, he really didnt' want to go back in that room especially since the ambassadors there already thought he was weak.
Matt headed quickly towards enivornmental control, but was surprised when he saw someone there messing with the controls.
"What the hell do you think your doing? Matt asked
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Post by shhouse on Aug 2, 2005 6:38:05 GMT
"What the hell do you think your doing?" Matt asked.
"Well I was trying to fix the environmental controls." Lt Cmdr Jameson responded. "I was checking the power readout after the ships collided, and seeing as how the ambassadorial suite was malfunctioning I came to see what I could do."
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"I've already tried that and it seems as if the power grid is faulty. We could try re-routing through the structural integrity field but that might cause the deck to buckle."
<Tag Matt>
"That would work if the computer hadn't been reprogrammed. It looks as if we'll have to manually override it. I'll follow your lead."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2005 6:14:59 GMT
(Walker got a call from the bridge to come up immediately. He knew it had to be something serious if he was going to be interrupted during something as important as this. Walker placed his glass on the table and quickly found Loskene across the room speaking with the ambassadors)
Walker: Loskene would you please look over things down here. The bridge needs me.
Loskene: I'll do my best.
(Walker noticed Owen Johnson and Matthew Reynolds at a console next to the door. Walker headed to the door and approached Owen.)
Walker: Mr. Johnson, the bridge needs assistance. Please come with me.
(Walker and Johnson hurried to the nearest turbolift. On the ride up the ship suddenly shook like an earthquake had just hit as the lights in the turbolift flickered off and then back on. The turbolift reached Deck 1. Owen and Walker spotted Firestorm easily.)
Walker: Report.
Firestorm: Commodore the Victory had a slight collision with the Jefferson.
Walker: How in the world did we manage that?
Firestorm: Somehow our course veered off.
Walker: What's the damage?
(Gonto filled Walker in on the damage done to the Victory and Jefferson)
Walker: Who was the helm officer here?
(Firestorm pointed in the direction of Lieutenant Girade who was the Assistant Navigation Officer and an officer who Walker held great respect for)
Walker: Mr. Girade?
Girade: There were very minor course modifications made. Nothing that I would have expected a collision from though.
(Owen Johnson read over the course modifications and damage reports as Walker talked it over with Firestorm and Gonto)
O. Johnson: Commodore, these records indicate that several course corrections came from engineering.
Walker: Who submitted them?
O. Johnson: According to this Milloy made 3 course modifications within the last 15 minutes.
Walker: =^=Ensign Milloy report to the bridge immediately. =^=
(Walker got no response)
Walker: =^=Ensign Milloy respond immediately=^=
(Nothing again)
Walker: Have someone track down Milloy. He will no doubt be contributing to the nicely organized report which will be on my desk tomorrow morning.
(Walker focused his attention on Firestorm)
Walker: And where were you during this whole ordeal Mr. Firestorm. You were put in charge.
Firestorm: I didn't realize how close we were until it was too late Commodore. We tried to steer away but it was too late.
Walker: As I said I do want a full report on this by tomorrow morning and there better be a good explanation for this foolish mistake.
(Walker looked toward Firestorm)
Walker: Mr. Gonto please inform the Jefferson that if they need any assistance with repairs we'll be more than happy to help out where we can. And have repair teams get the Victory patched up right away. Oh and by the way welcome aboard Mr. Gonto. Is there anything more before I get back to the dinner?
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Post by travorgonto on Aug 3, 2005 14:04:24 GMT
As Commodore Walker walked on the bridge and asked for a status report, Travor couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed and nervous.
After Walker asked for what damage was caused, Travor filled him in as he did for Firestorm.
Then the Commodore asked who was in charge of the helm before Travor got there. Firestorm pointed to Lt. Girade. Walker asked him a question and Lt. Girade told him that there were a few minor course corrections but nothing that would have caused a collision.
Then Owen Johnson said that there were some course corrections made by Milloy in Engineering. Walker tried to get a hold of Milloy but got no response. He then said to find Milloy, and told Travor inform the Jefferson that if they had any need of assistance, we would be more than happy to help out and to have the repair crews get started repairing the Victory.
“Oh and by the way welcome aboard Mr. Gonto. Is there anything more before I get back to the dinner?” Commodore Walker asked.
“Thank you sir. Just one thing sir, can you tell us about the diner, I am kinda curious about what the Ambassadors are thinking about the loss of power.”
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Travor started getting to work, having the repair crews get power restored.
=/\= USS Jefferson, this is the Victory =/\= =/\= Go ahead Victory =/\= =/\= Sorry about that bump, Commodore Walker offers our help in repairs, if needed.=/\= =/\= Thank you Victory, we’ll let you know if we need help =/\=
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2005 15:35:13 GMT
Gonto: Thank you sir. Just one thing sir, can you tell us about the diner, I am kinda curious about what the Ambassadors are thinking about the loss of power.
Walker: Well.. most of the dinner unfortunately ended up on their clothes. There is much work needing to be done if these two races intend on coinciding. The prospect of these two species coinciding at the moment looks grim. I was on the turbolift when we lost power so I didn't see their reactions firsthand though I'm sure it was priceless. They expect no less than perfection.
(Walker couldn't help but chuckle at what their reaction probably was to the loss of power)
Walker: Keep me updated.
(With that Walker left the bridge with Owen to resume dinner duty. He hoped for the best but expected the worst. As he reentered the dinner room he got a clear look at the room. There were slabs of meat on the floor, a gooey green food on the wall and the blue liquid that the Baltorians drink was spilled over a good portion of the table. Though things had calmed down considerably since he was last in the room. Walker had always thought highly of Loskene's diplomatic skills. The food fights were over though there were still a couple of little vocal arguments going back and forth. Walker went over to Loskene)
Walker: What do you think? Should we end the dinner while there's no food flying?
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Post by ajohnson on Aug 3, 2005 17:05:14 GMT
Johnson looked picked himself up from where he had fallen and took a look around the ambassadorial suite. It had now been well and truly trashed. Added to the mess from the previous fight, there was now a multitude of different foods and drinks all over the walls, floor and ceiling.
Johnson found himself vaguely annoyed. He voiced this to Loskene, "Crashing one federation starship into another? Wouldn't happen on the Jefferson."
Loskene made some noise of consent and was then approached by Commodore Walker.
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Post by tiffani on Aug 3, 2005 17:17:59 GMT
*Tiffani had given up on trying to keep things in order, when she watched Commodore Walker walk back in, she made her way over to where he was*
Captain *she replied it was something that had been accustom to her to address her captain as captain not by rank, so she smiled faintly* I was hoping you would return soon, I was thinking perhaps i could talk to each of our ambassodors one on one, Maybe it would give me an idea as to what each wanted and would be a little less strenous on all of us, what do you think sir?
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Aug 3, 2005 18:39:32 GMT
Matt had realized that he was rude to the Lt. Commander and quickly apologized for it.
"Well I guess that we should fix the power grid, and that way the enviornmental controls will realign," Matt said. After the Commander told him that the power grid was faulty, Matt had to come up with something else to try and fix the problem, this was turning out to be more and more like his Academy mission, which brought a smile to his face.
"Why don't we just reboot the enviornmental computer controls?" Matt asked. Once again the commander told him that wouldn't work, because the computer somehow had been reprogrammed. So it was decided that they would do it manually which would take a couple of minutes. Matt took the engineering kit that was next to the station and headed towards the jefferies tube. The controls for enviornmental control were in the Jefferies tube a deck below. Matt went in and was followed by the Commander. Matt was wondering why he was taking charge of this, he was of lower rank and expertiece, but Matt pushed that out of his head.
Once they reached the control panel, Matt opened it up and started to examine it. After a couple of minutes Matt realized that there was nothing wrong with it. It seemed that someone had deactivated enviornmental controls.
"Sir it seems that someone deliberately decativated the enviormental controls," Matt reported to the commander.
"Are you sure?" he asked confused.
"Yes sir, I'm positive, there may be a tratior onboard," Matt said hoping he was wrong.
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Loskene
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Registered: Jun 7, 2003 20:46:18 GMT
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Post by Loskene on Aug 3, 2005 20:16:25 GMT
Walker: What do you think? Should we end the dinner while there's no food flying?
Loskene: I think you're right. This isn't turning out to be very productive, why bother.
Walker and Loskene spoke with both lead ambassadors and they angrily left the room to their respective guest quarters, and the Polanites were escorted back to the Jefferson.
Kurzan walked into the ambassador suite, looking disgusted.
Kurzan: Well I can't clean this up by myself. There's just no way. It would take about 3 hours if I do it myself. And none of that "You have 2 hours" talk you CO's always give. I cannot change the laws of physics.
Kurzan called a cleaning crew up to the suite to assist him.
Loskene: Well, Commodore, it would appear we have a situation on our hands. Someone on your ship has obviously been toying with ships systems. I will return to the Jefferson and assess the damage, and it wouldn't be a bad idea to put the ship on security alert either. I suggest we hold position here, as we don't know the extent of the damage. I know the ambassadors will be angry, as usual, but it's for their own good, and everyone else. I fear someone may be trying to sabotage this conference, but I'm not sure. I do have one piece of good news, no fatalities, and a minimal number of injuries. Well, I will keep in touch.
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