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Post by Savot on Oct 20, 2007 1:07:42 GMT
Perched upon the bridge's center seat, Savot held the duty shift during the remaining 5 hours until reaching the final approach vector for standard Earth orbit. A subspace communique preceded the mighty starship's arrival so planetary defenses would be expecting them. While clearance had been given for the entire crew to be granted shore leave in blocks over a 3 week period, Savot himself had no plans to leave the ship and intended to handle a number of odds and ends, as the human expression went, that needed doing throughout the El Salvador.
Foremost on his list was requesting and overseeing a minor refit team from Spacedock tasked with installing 2 additional chairs with side-mounted consoles on the main bridge. The initial Prometheus-class design included only the Captain's chair within the center rear of the bridge, leaving First Officers and other personnel sequestered along the outer circumference of the ship's command center. Given their 'free time' of sorts Savot made arrangements to have one extra chair & console combination installed to either side of the Captain's chair, bordering the rear openings along the bridge railings. In much the same manner as the Sovereign class starships the chair to the center seat's right usually went to the First Officer, while the chair to the left was often used by a ship's Counselor or other auxiliary senior staff.
While Kevin had been charged with scheduling the junior officers' and crewmens' blocks of leave, Savot had already informed all the senior staff that they could take their leave immediately upon the El Salvador's successful assumption of standard orbit about the blue-green astronomical marble that was the de facto heart of the UFP. The vulcan felt reasonably confident in his ability to handle any administrative issues that surfaced during their 3-week respite, and knew that nearly everyone aboard desperately needed the coming break.
(OOC: Not skipping the funeral services' posts just wanted to go ahead and start the new thread so people could go ahead with their personal stories. Far as I'm concerned Commander Zimmerman's more than welcome to start or even complete the meat of the funeral portion as he sees fit, but whichever of us finds the time first will do so, rest assured. The funerals will have been held roughly 3 or so days prior to my post here so anyone giving input should do so via Backposting. Aside from that, the full recuperative facilities of both our ship and the beautiful Earth are at everyone's disposal so feel free to relax in whatever manner you deem most enjoyable. I will encourage one last time though that people at least try to bump into their fellow crewmates once or twice over leave so everyone can get a bit more familiar and feel more like a team.)
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Post by Savot on Oct 20, 2007 1:10:02 GMT
(This is Colonel Wolf's post moved from the last thread to this one since that one's now locked and this can be more easily responded to by any takers here. Apologies to Wolf for the inconvenience.)
Sitting on the floor of the holodeck looking at the faces of people lost, Wolf started to pray for them. Everytime he looked at them he was reminded of the cost of what they do. He had stoped blameing himself along time ago and realized that things do happen for a reason even if they dont understand why.
He heard the holodeck door open and looked up to see who had entered. <Tag anybody who wants to talk>
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Post by zimmerman on Oct 20, 2007 2:56:25 GMT
"We'd like to have it on Earth," said the sober face on Kevin's personal viewscreen. "Are there any other funerals scheduled for the first Sunday?"
Kevin consulted his PADD before shaking his head. "No, Mr. Niven. What time do you expect it to begin?"
The man sighed. "I... I don't know. Can I call you back?"
"I'm sorry, but I'll be planetside almost as soon as we get to Earth. I can refer you to another near San Francisco, though," offered Kevin.
As soon as the conversation was completed, Kevin leaned back and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He had managed to get all of the funerals on Earth set for different days. It was now mere hours until he would be back on Earth. Since he had been released from Sickbay, the majority of his efforts had gone toward contacting the families of the dead an informing them of their losses. Kevin had failed to plan out what he would be doing when. His mind was not in the mood to work, though, and as he closed his eyes he remembered the funeral service for Lt. Saliberus...
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"...was not merely as a mentor, but as a friend," concluded Ensign Fenchurch quietly. "It was an honor to serve with him."
Kevin stepped forward as the commands for launching the casket encasing the body of the dead scientist were barked. He cleared his throat and began speaking as the casket began inching away from the gathered men and women. "Lieutenant Jeremiah Shepard Saliberus, Ribbon of Gallantry. To have a constant companion here throughout my tour of duty thus far is a gift. Words can not express my thankfulness for Jeremy's friendship." Kevin cleared his throat again, this time due to his emotions. He blinked back tears as everyone around him saluted. Kevin bent slightly, picking up his trumpet to play a simple phrase repeated countless times throughout human history since the early twentieth century. Once he was finished the casket launched, a faint blue flair carrying it into the void.
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Kevin's eyes flashed open. The Pacific Ocean was filling his window. The El Salv had reached Earth. He had fallen asleep, and there was little time available to him. With a final, private thought to Saliberus' memory, the scientist proceeded to change swiftly into civilian clothes. His shore leave had begun, but it was not going to be any easier than battling an invisible, microscopic enemy. Are you really there, uncle? Or are you a fraud?
OOC: As a footnote, Saliberus' funeral was held almost immediately after our mission ended. The majority of the other funerals will either take place more recently in the past or on Earth. I'm not sure when IC Com. Rylka wishes to have the funeral for her daughter, so I held off on posting about any other funerals.
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Post by jhawk on Oct 21, 2007 2:22:47 GMT
Jess had been to the funerals, and wished she could have done more for those related. She sighed and went about moving around Earth. She knew they only had three weeks, and had not been able to explore Earth's surface outside of Tulsa and San Fransisco before.
Not being able to leave her home town before when she was living on the surface, she looked forward to the time away. She had planned to go into the mountains for some snowboarding. She had wanted to be back up in the Rockies, and wondered if going alone was a good thing. She sighed and looked to see who she could take with her. She smiled thinking of someone, then remembered he said he was going to visit some other place.
Who could I take that might enjoy the sporting, the snow, the hot chocolate, sitting before a fire, and best of all the opposite sex? Surely there must be someone who would like a get away like this. We could also mountain climb. I haven't done this in ages. I should do it more often. She thought and moved to leave with her bag. She knew exactly what stops she was going to make first.
Jess chimed to see if Zimmerman was in, and found he wasn't. She sighed before heading to see what Runningwolf was doing. She couldn't find him either though.
Heading for the turbolift she ran into Rylka. She didn't expect to see her so soon. "Hello, ma'am, how are you holding up?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2007 14:05:03 GMT
Leaving the holodeck he noticed that the ship had made orbit, shore leave was starting. he wasn't quite sure what to do and where to go. Heading back to his quarters he noticed he had a personal Message. Opening he saw the Ghost logo which did not bring a smile to his face.
As soon as he played the message he was already starting to regret it. " First off I want to congradulate you on your new rank colonel. Next although Captain Savot had enough pull to get you away from us does not mean that we wont useing you once in awhile from time to time. There is always a need for someone of your back round, so dont be shocked to hear from us. Not to mention you will have some pull with us as well when you need how shall we say a favor. Good luck with you current assignment and we will meet again."
As soon as he finished reading it the message deleted it self and all records were erased. Normal operating procedures nothing ever changes with these guys, nothing ever changes with black ops. Nobody ever told you once you were selected it was for life no matter what. To his knowledge nobody ever really got out completely they always had you on a long leash and shortened time to time to get what they wanted.
Looking back out the view port he sat and watched Earth as they orbited the planet.
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Post by travorgonto on Oct 23, 2007 15:42:23 GMT
After putting the El Sal into standard orbit, Travor left the bridge and went to his quarters to pack. He had sent a message to his parents letting them know that he would be on shore leave at Earth and that he would want to spend some time with them.
After packing he headed towards the transporter room. On his way there, he ran into Jessica and Rylka. “Hello ladies. Have you decided where you were going to take your leave?
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“You don’t say, Doctor? My Parents live in Eastern Montana. Why don’t you come meet them and then head to the mountains?”
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Post by zimmerman on Oct 23, 2007 18:28:52 GMT
The sun was almost fully hidden by the Alps when two figures exited the private hovercraft, slipping into a small cabin. The hovercraft was swallowed up by the earth as it was drawn into a secret garage. Inside the cabin the lights remained turned off. Kevin looked around. It was exactly as it had been when he had left it.
"We should start our surveillance soon," whispered Marine Captain Westfield.
After a final visual inspection to be sure nothing had been disturbed in their absence, Kevin followed M. K. Westfield to the garage where the private shuttle was parked. Inside sat a plethora of computers, paint, mechanical equipment, and a few weapons. Kevin began connecting the computers to their power sources while Mallory checked the weaponry. Within minutes Kevin had hacked into a private corporation's satellite cruising at several hundred kilometers per second passing over Germany. Magnification was difficult, but the science officer managed to locate his target.
"I found him," announced Kevin in as calm a voice as he could muster. "He's in Munich, as expected."
Mallory walked over, nearly complete with her task, and peered at the screen with the target's face. "That's definitely him. Zoom out to about two kilometers."
Kevin waited anxiously for the Marine to assess the situation. She pointed to an pedestrian. "There. That's his primary support. And there," her hand moved across the screen to pinpoint another individual, "is the back-up. There could be someone in a cafe or shop, but we've established that he isn't alone."
There was a moment of silence as both contemplated the situation. "He is not my uncle," said Kevin in a cold voice.
Mallory shook her head. "No, he's not. We need to find out what he wants with you. Identify his companions and I'll take them out while you meet at the prearranged time and place."
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Less than 48 hours later Kevin was ringing the doorbell of a complete stranger. The door opened a few seconds later, a well-dressed man beaming. "Kevin! I'm so happy to see you. Come in, come in, and tell me about your time as a Starfleet officer."
It was far from Spartan. Pictures of Kevin's parents and grandparent, one set he had never seen, were hung on almost every wall. Expensive furniture littered the rooms as the man led Kevin into the kitchen. "What is your name?" asked Kevin.
"Oh?" asked the man, seemingly confused. "I tried to send a message to you, and since you're here I thought..."
"A friend of mine noticed that you were attempting to contact me," explained Kevin.
"Yes, a russian fellow if I'm not mistaken," said the man. "I'm Jakob Zimmerman." He extended his hand.
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The first person who shouldn't have been at the house was down before her companions could react. By the time they noticed she had collapsed a blur of movement had broken through the third storey window. Two quick phaser bursts stunned the remaining residents. Checking the status of her victims, Westfield administered sedatives before moving downstairs.
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The man called Jakob Zimmerman looked up, startled. Kevin pulled out his hidden phaser and stepped back as he pointed it at the man. "You're Daniel Schwarz, and you've lured me here. I want to know why."
A chuckle broke out of the man's mouth. "I shouldn't have underestimated you, Kevin. You've grown up a lot since I last saw you. But... not sufficiently." Kevin felt something push against his back. "I'm afraid that you have met your end, Kevin Zimmerman," said Schwarz with a sadistic grin. "You must not have been aware of the feud your parents ran from. In a way you don't deserve this, but I can't allow you to survive."
Kevin's world disappeared instantly.
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Two hours later one of the neighbors called to report the broken window. Marine Captain Westfield had escaped by that point, but she had left enough blood on the scene to be identified. Three unconcious individuals were found on the top floor and taken in for questioning. A fourth body was found on the ground floor. The news report was open and honest, which was very helpful to Daniel Schwarz. "We need her," he muttered. "Find out everything Starfleet has on Westfield. Everywhere she's been, what she's trained in, who she knows. And silence those three. We don't want anyone hearing about Zimmerman."
The young man in the body bag groaned and was kicked. "Not a word," snarled Schwarz, unhappy with the need to keep his enemy alive for even a moment longer.
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Post by Savot on Oct 26, 2007 6:12:24 GMT
(Just prior to Saliberus' funeral services) Savot drew his white dress-uniform jacket closed over his red command shirt in front of his quarters' main mirror. Zipping it closed from waist to collar the vulcan then affixed his pips of rank. Lieutenant Saliberus had come aboard the El Salvador B aboard the Iron Duke as part of the same crew supplement that brought the Romulan Captain Vreenak to his new command, and then Lt. Commander Savot back to the ship after a little more than a year's reassignment to the Jupiter Station Propulsion Research Division. Then a Lieutenant Junior Grade himself, Jeremiah Saliberus came aboard as part of the Prometheus class vessel's limited scientific department. When Kevin Zimmerman had come aboard Saliberus had seniority of experience, but Zimmerman's educational qualifications were broader than Jeremiah's and that combined with his overall performance record from academy had Zimmerman heading up the science teams when he came aboard what now seemed like many years ago. Though the inter-departmental reports given to the First Officer weren't Savot's to review over those first years, from all the vulcan had seen Saliberus bore no ill-will toward the young science chief and had indeed tried to be as helpful as possible and give Kevin the benefit of his experience whenever it was needed. These thoughts came to a close as the corridor entrance to the main shuttlebay, the site typically set aside for these unpleasant duties. Savot had chosen to adopt the tradition in which everyone in attendance arrived before the 'captain', and were free to consort and grieve as they needed until the commanding officer's arrival. As the vulcan entered the large bay everyone immediately stood to attention. As procedure instructed all in attendance freely fell into a slightly more relaxed 'parade rest' posture once Savot had reached the podium just behind the torpedo casing casket. A whistly durge rang out from the Starfleet equivalent of the bosun's mate as Savot rested his hands on either edge of the podium's face. The vulcan's steady voice sounded through the bay as the whistle's echo dispersed, "This Stardate, 9310.12, we come together to pay respects to our honored dead. Although 12 others were lost to the recent virus, each individual life in the universe has its own illuminating vibrance whose uniqueness is not diminished by the loss of its fellows. Jeremiah Saliberus gave his life in fulfillment of his duty as a Starfleet Officer and representative of the United Federation of Planets. Many might at first consideration deem the death of a scientist somehow inherently more 'unfair' than that of a Command, Tactical, or Marine officer as the nature of their jobs carries with it the understood risk of loss of life. I do not believe Mr. Saliberus would have felt this way. He understood that while the Federation, just as any group, consists of individuals with specific duties and training, that each of those individuals carries out his or her duties not for their own elevation but for the success of the whole." "It may seem more evident that Security and Marine personnel provide direct protection for members of other departments, but those other departments be they medical, scientific, or otherwise support their 'defenders' just the same as they work to provide them with the data necessary to perform their jobs successfully. Jeremiah Saliberus' life was devoted to the aid of his fellows up to his final moments and beyond. His sacrifice provided invaluable data on the virus that allowed the medical and science teams to save the lives of hundreds that were or would soon have become infected." Savot lowered his hands from the podium and adopted his own stance of attention as he completed his words, "Jeremiah Saliberus embraced the pursuit of knowledge with both his life and death. May his spirit continue to glean understanding amongst the stars." He raised his chin in salute to the torpedo-casket, before gesturing to the science personnel and stepping aside from the podium to allow Saliberus' fellows to convey their own goodbyes... (Will post again soon, just saw that mine was getting lengthy and I try not to throw too much verbiage into a single post. Kevin I had planned to at the very least take note of the news report mentioned in your post. Don't know how specific and/or solo you intend your story to be, so just let anyone who notices your plight know if they're getting too much or too little involved. Don't want to suck the drama out by saving you in 3 minutes, but we wouldn't want to leave you officer-napped forever either )
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Post by zimmerman on Oct 27, 2007 1:12:12 GMT
It wasn't really something that needed to be kept alive, but the twisted biological monstrosity had been of use to Schwarz and his ancestors for several generations in their attempt to eliminate the Zimmermans. Given how popular the name was, extensive genealogy research had commenced, allow everyone related to the first offender to be hunted down and exterminated. Daniel's sole purpose in life had been eliminating the last vestiges of Kevin Zimmerman's distant relatives. He was the final descendant of the man who had robbed the Schwarz family of their noble origins in legal court.
A snarl recalled Daniel's attention. "When do I get to feed?" asked the dark voice hungrily. "When?"
Daniel was unaware as to exactly how the alien had been obtained, but there was no reference of it in all of Starfleet's records. Either the species had gone extinct or there was a hidden past that would never be discovered. It did not trouble Daniel extensively. After Kevin had been killed, the monstrosity would follow suit. "Soon. A young woman will come here shortly, searching for our prisoner. Do as you please with her."
A wide grin spread across the inhuman face, sending a shiver down the spine of Daniel Schwarz. He would certainly dispose of the creature posthaste.
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"...currently investigating the scene now, Colonel. Do you have any idea why she would be in Germany, of all places? I've checked, but there doesn't seem to be any reason for her to go to Europe."
The fat, balding man stroked his beard before responding to the Commander on the viewer. "Well, there is a science officer from the El Salvador she sees whenever it docks. I'm blanking on the name... All I remember is that is sounded German."
"One moment, please," ordered the Commander. He brought up the roster of the El Salvador and was surprised to finally find a quick answer. "Zimmerman?"
"Yes! That's right," said the old Marine, putting a hand to his head. "I don't know how I forgot it. Westfield wouldn't stop pestering me for a leave of absence. She kept talking and talking about him, and if you think she's a bother, wait until-"
The Commander interrupted the other man. "Thank you, Colonel. You've been quite helpful. We'll inform you if we discover Westfield's whereabouts, but she's going to be questioned before we return her to you, if we ever do. Starfleet HQ out."
It took Commander Quinn mere moment to locate the acting captain of the recently docked vessel. Savot. Vulcan. Logical. He had been praised in reports by the previous commanding officers of the ship, as had Zimmerman. It appeared that the two had served together for some time. Quinn hoped the Vulcan would be helpful. "I'm going to meet with this Commander Savot," announced Quinn to his staff of three. "If you can contact him prior to our meeting please do so. Avoid telling him exactly what has happened."
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Mallory Westfield gasped for breath. Her face was bloodied and her muscles sore from the recent battle with whatever it was she had fought. The carcass of the beast lay close by, still twitching. Westfield struggled further inside the mansion.
OOC: Feel free to lend a hand. There wouldn't have been any sign of Kevin's presence in the news report, but I've provided a way for Savot (and any one else who's interested) to lend a hand, if you'd like. If not, I'm sure my character will somehow avoid getting himself killed, as that would really hamper my activity here...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2007 14:55:30 GMT
He was startled to hear he was getting another incomming message. It was the same as the last one. Now this is wierd two on one day whats up with these guys, he activated his view screen. He was shocked to see a friend Captain Black looking at him.
" Well this is a shock I thought you were on assignment, Somewhere near well we go into where. If your calling me there must be something up"
Sitting back he listend to what his friend had to say.
" Colonel well you earned more times over then the crew of the El sal will even know. I'm bringing you a warning, one of your officers is in trouble. I'm not sure which one but its getting the notice of you know who. He's somewhere on earth if reports are right he's gone missing. I'm not sure what you can do but we are sending you the last known where abouts. We dont know who it is yet and thought you might beable to firgure that out. Somebody's on there way now to brief you Captain. I would suggest you try and see if you can get in on that briefing. As always dont relay anything that I have told you, I'm just returning a favor one of many that I owe you. If I hear anything else I"ll get in touch also there's a packag waiting for you in hanger bay thought it might be useful to you."
Just like that the message was gone no trace, sitting there he started to wonder who was introuble. That would take some time with the crew on shor leave he would have to try and narrow the list down.
Tapping his combadge " Commander Savot if you have amoment, I would like to talk to you. I just a call from a friend of mine who just told me a very intersting story. Also you should be getting a vistor in a few minsutes to talk to you. If possible I would like to be there to hear whats going on and compare it to what I got. Also there's a package waiting for us in the hanger bay for after the meeting"
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Post by jhawk on Oct 30, 2007 2:45:27 GMT
"Hello, Commander, yes I will be heading into the Rockies for some snowboarding," she said smiling. She heard what he asked next and was surprised.
"I'd be honored to meet your family. I just hope they don't get the wrong idea," she said and teased him a bit.
"Away we go then?"
Jess was excited and liked making new friends. She couldn't wait to meet his family and then get her feet back in the snow of the mountains.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2007 16:35:44 GMT
Having attened most of the funerals, John began making preperations for heading back to his family in Manchester. It was a shame Johns step brother Justin Forrester. He was away on the USS Challenger.
The rest of his adpotive family however would be there, John was especialy pleased knowing his step mother Terra Forrester would be there, and that his step farther Steven Forrester would be there too, having been transfered away from the USS Angel, and in between getting a new assignment.
John hadnt seem wither of his step parents since graduating. John looked forward to seeing Steven's face, whe he finds out John had managed equal his rank already. John, Steven & Justin had a friendly little competion going for getting the highest rank, although now it seemed to be Just John and Steven in the running as Justin had got left behind, he was a Lt (jg).
Having done the preperations, John headed for the bridge, to secure permission to disembark the ship. Entering a turbolift he said "Deck one, Bridge" the the doors closed swollowing him, and in the usual fasion the tubolift began moving. It eventually came to a halt, where John got off and headed to ask Savot if he could disembark.
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Post by Savot on Nov 2, 2007 17:33:29 GMT
A small work crew from the Starfleet Corps of Engineers was aboard the El Salvador, a few of them currently on the ship's bridge with Commander Savot. The 2 auxiliary combination chair & consoles were being simultaneously installed to either side of the captain's chair, with about 5 feet in between it and each of the new arrivals. A section of deck plating had been opened where each chair was meant to be placed to allow the ODN circuitry to be linked into the El Sal's own EPS systems. With each successful connection each of the two new consoles would allow the officer seated at it to access reports on ship's systems, reports from department heads throughout the vessel, as well as the usual sensor readouts and emergency controls.
Only the 'First Officer' chair, to the right of the center seat when facing the main viewer, would have extensive controls capable of actually effecting the ship. The other station being installed left of center would house mainly information readouts as such a station was usually reserved for a counselor or other auxialary officer position. Savot was just bolting the FO chair to the deck after confirming a successful linkup between it and the ship's main computer when John Roberts stood at ease nearby awaiting the vulcan's next free moment.
"Permission to disembark, sir?", Roberts inquired, to which Savot nodded and replied, "Granted, Mr. Roberts. You have 12 days of leave that you can distribute as you see fit. Either take all 12 at once or spread them out with occassional duty shifts about ship. The final 3 days before our departure from Earth will require all senior officers to return to duty but until that time you can organize your leave blocks as you choose. Make contact with the ship's duty officer at least once every 24 hours, visual communication with myself will be required every 72. Enjoy your leave, Commander."
As Roberts made his departure Savot stood back to examine the final positioning and setup of the FO chair, thus far pleased with the success of the installation efforts. As he started to turn his attention to the other station's completion his commbadge chimed, =^= Commander Savot if you have a moment, I would like to talk to you. I just got a call from a friend of mine who just told me a very interesting story. Also you should be getting a visitor in a few minutes to talk to you. If possible I would like to be there to hear what's going on and compare it to what I got. Also there's a package waiting for us in the hanger bay for after the meeting.=^=
Savot was a fairly traditional vulcan, later middle-age by human standards, and had what was considered a respectable level of emotional control. While he had not reached the emotional level of 'irritation' at the current circumstances, it had long since become unacceptable the frequency with which other personnel were made aware of the ship and crew's status before he himself was. He tapped his badge and replied, =^= Report to me in the ready room, Colonel, Savot out.=^=
Leaving the bridge himself Savot had no sooner heard the ready room doors close than a communication was relayed through to the desk's monitor screen. The vulcan sat down and activated the viewer, the UFP standard graced the black background for a moment before giving way to a Starfleet Lieutenant's visage. =^= Commander Savot in command of U.S.S. El Salvador. This is Starfleet Command requesting permission for the boarding of Commander Nathaniel Quinn to discuss a matter of urgency.=^=
Having just gotten a hint that someone would be 'dropping in' so to speak, and knowing that the Lieutenant would likely have few if any details she were authorized to give him, Savot simply nodded firmly in response, =^= Permission granted Starfleet, Shuttlebay 2 will be prepared to receive the arrival. El Salvador out.=^=
Savot barely managed to inform the shuttle bay to prepare for an incoming shuttle before Colonel Wolf reported as instructed. "Have a seat, Mr. Wolf, or stand at ease if you prefer."
Savot himself moved to the opposite side of the workdesk and sat down, "A representative from Starfleet will indeed be arriving shortly as you were informed. Under the circumstances I'll be meeting with him unaccompanied at least for the beginning of the briefing. If the situation seems to warrant your presence I'll call you in but failing that you'll be given access to the ship's visual records of the discussion. If you are aware of any details you think might be of assistance to me please let me know now."
(Response from Wolf, if any)
Savot nodded slightly, then rose from the desk to stand with his hands clasped behind his back, "Mr. Wolf, I believe you to be a skilled officer and am pleased with the performance you've rendered in your time aboard the El Salvador. On the same token I also appreciate the position you sometimes find yourself in with regard to classified intel and assignments, and I have no reason to believe you perform those tasks with any less dedication than you have your duties aboard this ship, and I have a certain level of personal understanding of what it's like being privy to classified data meant to be compartmentalized and kept from the view of the general public."
"However, neither myself, this vessel, or the remainder of the crew to my knowledge at least are Special Operations personnel. I respect both the training and success rate of the 'black ops' division, but I do not intend to allow this ship or crew to be placed at risk by their machinations. When I am placed in a situation in which I get information from you, two things occur. The first, is that I must trust your judgement as a member of my senior staff and have confidence in your belief that any recommendation you give me is in the best interest of both this crew and our mission. That, Colonel, I'm willing to do without hesitation just as I would with any other officer under my command", the vulcan spoke plainly.
Savot then unclasped his hands and set them on the edge of the desk leaning forward slightly as he continued, "However, what I must also trust in those situations is the judgement of your superiors who pass that information through you, and that I cannot possibly do nor would I try. From my perspective these beings are nameless faces who, by the very nature of the work they do, must consider the people and equipment they use as no more than statistical components of a tactical equation. As a vulcan I respect that ability and have certainly used it myself in the command situations I've been assigned. Every being within this crew understands that sacrifice may have to be made, and they've decided they're willing to take that risk and trust in the judgement of their superior officers, officers that they can see face to face when receiving their orders and know where those orders come from and why. This is not a Special Operations vessel, nor will I subject its crew to the orders of an organization to which they swore no allegiance."
Savot was aware that his words were probably coming off as a negative reaction to Wolf himself, but that's not the way he intended them, "In essence, Colonel, the situation is as follows. I have personal knowledge of your ability as a Senior Marine Officer. Likewise, based on your continued involvement with Special Operations I can only assume you are an invaluable asset to them as well. Aboard this vessel... you cannot, and will not be both."
As Savot had expected, Wolf motioned as though he were going to interject. The vulcan raised his hand slightly, asking a moment's further forebearance, "Of course I'm well aware that one does not simply tend resignation to that kind of work. I'm simply informing you of how I will respond whenever those activities surface aboard this ship. The data removal and sensor evasion technologies available to the Special Operations branch are most effective, so I will never know any details you receive that you yourself don't choose to share with me. I will; however, have a program in place whose sole purpose is to know if and when it has been 'tampered with'. I won't know what was said, but the very absence of proof will allow me to know when you receive a communique."
"I find your assignment here to be beneficial to our cause and I believe you to be an asset to this crew. I would find it most satisfactory for you to continue in that capacity. And, should Special Operations have specific need of your involvement I have no misgivings about arranging a temporary transfer as I did before. Also, it would be illogical for me to ignore the potential intel you have access to about some of our assignments, and as such I will gladly hear what you have to say and your counsel on how to proceed in the wake of that intel. However; what I will not do is allow this ship and her crew to be used as a Black Ops pawn toward their own ends", Savot leaned back to a full standing position and walked around the desk to stand beside the Colonel.
"I believe you to be an honorable officer, Mr. Wolf, and as stated earlier I will give you what leeway I'm in a position to give to be this ship's SMO, or a Special Operative, one at a time, but as the human phrase goes, 'never the twain shall meet'. Do you find those circumstances agreeable, Colonel?", Savot finished his extensive monologue and awaited Wolf's response.
(OOC: Again, sorry for the lengthiness, planned to post more often in smaller blurbs but this past week I've had a hell of a time with car repair trouble. Should smooth out now hopefully. Kevin you're free to post as much of the Quinn meeting as you want if you get a post out before my next. Also, a final note to everyone. Just a reminder, 'Shore Leave', means a vacation from the ship... not the site. People should still be posting when they're able. Off-time may not seem exciting to write about, but in the big picture those details are what make readers really enjoy the characters.))
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2007 20:08:59 GMT
Looking at Commander Savot, he understood his postion and concerns.
" I accept the terms commander you are right of course one can not serve to masters. Also one never truely walks away from special ops, the call it a extend vacation. As for the intel I got that came from a real friend who was trying to repay a life debt. He receaved the intel and and passed it to me. He thought I might be intersted in it since it concerned a memeber of our crew."
" I want you to know I understand your postion, I can see the problems of having me around. I just hope that the rewards will out wieght the problems, I can assure you of one thing. Under no circumstances will I risk the crew or the ship with out you knowing every detail of the mission and what it means."
" There is one miss conceptiong I want to clear up, Black ops answers to 3 people on all mission. A check and balance so to say I know only one of them the other 2 represent differnt interst and fields. I know its seems odd but there worried that with out this there no better the section 31."
" I'll wait until your brief is done that pass on what I now to you, as I said a friend repaying a life debt, I have no desire to see him in trouble for what he passed to me. As for the program if anybody can figure out a way to track then it would be you. Although there is a easyer way I dont get personal messages from anybody off this ship. If I do bet your bottom dollar its not people I really want to talk too. If I knew now what I did'nt know then I would have walked a way from there first offer"
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Post by zimmerman on Nov 3, 2007 0:27:44 GMT
Nathaniel Quinn stepped off the shuttle without delay. If this visit proved to be worthless, it was best to get it over with. On the other hand, it could well be worth his time, and a boyish sense of eagerness to uncover something important possessed Quinn in every investigation. The satisfaction of accomplishing his tasks was almost unparalleled.
It took the officer a very short time to make his way to the Bridge. The center chair was unoccupied. "Oh... Captain Savot's in his office, sir," said a young crew member, indicating the door.
Commander Quinn nodded his thanks before chiming the door.
"Enter," called a voice.
The doors parted, admitting the middle-aged human. Quinn's eyes darted around the room, taking in both the Vulcan and the Marine. They're everywhere. I wonder if the Marine Corps will resist integration into the rest of Starfleet as dutifully as it always has? It would be a pity to see them become simply another department. We wouldn't ever have a scapegoat. "Commander - or rather, Captain Savot?" asked Quinn. "May I have a word with you privately?"
"Certainly," replied the Vulcan. The Marine was already on his way out.
Quinn waited until the doors had shut once more before beginning his dialogue. "Forgive me for neglecting to make your formal acquaintance, Commander. There is little time. I am Commander Nathaniel Quinn. I work for Starfleet HQ, primarily in the press corps and information control. We are currently investigating a crime scene where the blood of a certain Marine Captain was found. It may be that a young Commander Kevin Zimmerman has been affiliated with this young lady in the past. Given his service record, I assume that the two of you know each other. Have you ever heard of Mallory Westfield? Did Zimmerman mention any vacation plans in Germany?"
Savot's response was slightly delayed as he reviewed his memory. "I am not certain, but I do believe I have heard 'Westfield' before. Commander Zimmerman's only plans for his shore leave included an attempt to meet an estranged uncle in Germany."
An awkward silence followed. Quinn would have expected any human to be more curious as to where Zimmerman was, why he was under investigation, etc. It seemed that this Vulcan was no exception to the stereotypical legacy of patience. "His family is dead," said Quinn after a long pause. "I reviewed his personal file on my way here, and can find no living relative of the officer until the second cousin on his maternal side of the family history. Starfleet Intelligence is not likely to be so amiss in such basic and open information collection."
"He did express doubts as to the accuracy of the claim," offered Savot.
An eyebrow shot up on the human's face. "Is that so?" Quinn thought for a moment, reviewing the scant data he had collected thus far. His earpiece buzzed slightly. "Warning: Col. Wolf is on board the El Salvador. Black Operations may be mobilized. The officer's head snapped around to the closed door. Remembering where he was, Quinn silently cursed himself for the momentary lapse of control. But if a Black Ops soldier was on board... Quinn's superiors answered to none but the President of the Federation. He worked directly for the official, obvious military leaders of Starfleet. There were plenty of whispers about Starfleet Intelligence, Black Ops, and other shadowy groups at the office, and while Quinn knew his actions were sanctioned by responsible officers, he was not so sure about SI, particularly Black Ops.
"We have no information concerning Kevin Zimmerman at this time," said Quinn, forcing himself to speak to Savot. "But if he was in Germany, it could be that he was there with Marine Captain Westfield. If you wish to accompany me, feel free. I would appreciate help in tracking down Zimmerman, and hopefully Westfield."
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Post by jhawk on Nov 5, 2007 1:32:09 GMT
Jess got off the transport looking over the view around her. She smiled liking Eastern Montana so far. She wondered why she hadn't travelled here before, and continued to smile as she had her bag over her shoulder already and was following Gonto. It wasn't long before they met up with his family who looked surprised that she was there.
"Hi, I'm Jessica Hawkins. Jess suits just fine," she said noting there wasn't much in way of introductions. It took them even less time to get introductions around and on their way to his parent's home than she thought it would have.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2007 14:54:31 GMT
As he exited the Captains ready room he looked that the officer entering. There was something about him that unnevered him alittle. His face he had seen it before in some briefing. He couldn't place it but there was something about him that was setting off alarms in his head.
While he was in the briefing with the captain he walked over to the comm station. He contacted his friend, he couldn't be very secure about it so he had to be careful. He took a image from the ship internal cammeras and sent it his friend asking with they had been in school with this person.
The reply came a few mins alater with a carefuly worded response,
" My dear friend you must be confused this guy was in the class ahead of us."
That was all he need to know there were many shadow operations involved in star fleet. His friend had just confirmed that he was one of them but which one and why was he here. These were not going to be easy answers black ops was not secert. It was not like he could go ask anybody this was a problem he was going to have to figure out on his own. He waited to see if Commander Savot would call him.
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Post by jhawk on Nov 7, 2007 20:56:58 GMT
Jess had had a bum few days on Earth and decided to cancel her shore leave. She headed back to the ship and sighed knowing she would have reports on her desk by now. She reported in and then heard about the missing officer.
Jess went to sickbay knowing that was the best place for her to be. She wasn't sure if anyone had missed her being around, but considering she really didn't know that many officers on board she figured it was a big no.
She noticed the work she had before her and sighed as she started updating records. She noticed the last time physicals were done and made a mental note to get that going in about three weeks time. She decided to finish entering the last of the updates to the records then read a few of them. She needed to know who had what allergy if any and such.
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Post by Savot on Nov 12, 2007 2:31:06 GMT
"We have no information concerning Kevin Zimmerman at this time," said Quinn, forcing himself to speak to Savot. "But if he was in Germany, it could be that he was there with Marine Captain Westfield. If you wish to accompany me, feel free. I would appreciate help in tracking down Zimmerman, and hopefully Westfield."
Savot rose from his seat clasping his hands behind his back, "Your offer is most welcome, Commander I would indeed prefer to be as helpful as possible in the location of both missing officers. If you would indulge me a small delay I will meet you at your shuttle in 7 minutes."
Quinn nodded and stood from his chair as well, "We'll appreciate your input Commander. I'll have the shuttle standing by." Quinn left the Ready Room with the whoosh of the doors, passing Wolf who'd been standing by outside the doors waiting to speak with Savot again. The vulcan gestured with his right hand for the Colonel to re-enter the chambers and Wolf came back inside.
Tapping some commands into his desk console Savot transferred a text packet to the datapadd on his desk before handing it to Wolf, "The text transcript of my meeting with Commander Quinn. A female Marine Captain by the name of Mallory Westfield has disappeared in Germany, blood matching her DNA record located at a crime scene. I'll be accompanying Mr. Quinn back to his headquarters to assist in hopes of discovering Kevin's whereabouts. Given Captain Westfield's status as a Marine officer I thought you might want to follow up on that end yourself. We'll keep each other informed of our findings on the chance the cases are linked. Contact me if you need any resources beyond the normal scope; I'll be leaving Commander Hope in command aboard ship. Any questions, Colonel?"
(Wolf)
(Any necessary response from me)
"May we both be successful in our investigations", Savot nodded his farewell to the SMO and both officers exitted the Ready Room. Savot carried only the standard Starfleet briefcase containing a padd and other work materials as he headed for the shuttlebay, ordering a datalink to the ship established with both his and Colonel Wolf's personal padd's in case they needed information from the ship's databanks.
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Commander Quinn, true to his word, had the preflight checklist completed and his pilot was standing by to depart when Savot reached the shuttlebay and boarded the smaller craft. "We may depart at your discretion, Commander." The vulcan sat down in one of the Runabout's side seats as he waited for takeoff.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2007 20:13:18 GMT
Having spent the best part of his shore leave back on earth with his family, John felt it was time to leave again, mainly because Terra and Steven where at each others throats a bit. Arguing about this and that, petty little things like John found adults did alot, especialy once they where over that hooneymoon stage in the relationship.
He had seen it so many time before with friends, petty arguments erupting over some one saying somthing, and then somebody who it doesnt really ave anything to do with sticking there nose where it isnt wanted. John felt asthough Steven was trying to make him feel like he was that some one.
He said his good byes to Terra, compltely ignoring Steven, treating him like a child, and left for his shuttle back to the El Sal. Just as he was aboat to board it, he turned to Steven to say "Sort things out, I will be back when my next sure leave comes up" then turned and left them behind once more.
Aboard the shuttle, he gave the order to a young Sydney Hanson to take him to the El Sal. On the way back John began to rember the old days as a tear away back in Manchester. There wasnt a week that passed where John didnt get into one scrap or another. There was one particular lad in school John had a fuid with, a James Hoodless, otherwise known as Bean through out the school where they attended. The teachers knew of this, and always tried to keep them seprerated. During the trip back him, he had found out from his old friends that he too was a Tac.sec officer in starfleet, and was aboard the USS Bourne. The ship was lost during the Domion war, along with the majority of its crew.
John was begining to feel some what lucky to have survived the ammount he had. surely it wouldnt be much longer till his time was up. The shore leave had been a mixture of good and bad, the fact he had a chance tosee old friends and Terra again was certainly positive, but the arguing and old memorys it had thrown up put a bit of a damperner on it.
The silence was broken by Sydney saying "Penny for your thoughts?"
John had never heard of the expression before, nor had he heard what a penny was. He was never a fan of History.
"Whats a penny?" he asked.
"It was exchanged for goods" she said pausing, "Much like Latinum"
This sheded some light on it, "Just thinkin' about the past and how much things have changed" John said.
"For the better?" she asked further.
"I suppose, everything movs forward, friends drift apart, sometimes within weeks you have nothin' in common any more. Alot of my friends are still barraric like we where as children, still fighting alot." John paused catching his breath, "I am suprised by how much I have changed, in th past I would have been stuck in the middle of alot of thoose fights, but not any more." John finished.
"I must admit, I saw my old best friend just before I returened back for you sir, I and her where insperable, I have only been in the fleet for 6 months, 2 years acad, its funny how you drift apart as you said, it was so" she said struggling to find the correct word to finish her sentence.
"Akward, you no longer have anything to talk about, no common ground to start from" John ended her sentece for her.
"Indeed" she repllied.
Most of the journey was then spent in silence again, until they where coming upon the El Sal, and Sydney hailed the magnificent ship.
(Who ever is in charge on the bridge at the moment)
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Post by zimmerman on Nov 13, 2007 3:11:08 GMT
Quinn cleared his throat as the shuttlecraft slid into space. "As I told you, I am in the public relations department. What may have escaped your attention is our... funding. Starfleet can't afford to be given a bad name, and with the media and free as it is, we must act quickly and brutally to silence any information that could... damage our reputation beyond justice."
One of the Vulcan's eyebrows rose slightly, but it was clear the Quinn was going somewhere with his monologue.
"We can't hide our funding or actions, but so far we have managed to keep a relatively low profile. The media isn't interested in us, because we don't do anything illegal, and we aren't the target of any enemy espionage unit, because we are not powerful enough to become a major tumor in the Federation should we be corrupted. However, we do carry more weight that most people realize, and Starfleet Intelligence is acting out in a bureaucratic manner. SI keeps trying to turn this into a turf battle, and sadly, some of my co-workers are being provoked into reaction that could negatively impact all involved. I think the Powers that Be have discovered the problem and made sure that the antagonists inside SI have stopped misbehaving, but a retaliation from within my own department may be brewing as we speak." "This is a major case for us. A missing Marine - and, apparently, your chief science officer - have left a mess for us to clean up. If we don't finish our job and get to the root of this problem as swiftly as possible, Starfleet Intelligence might jump at the opportunity to discredit us. Or, worse, one of our own might launch a preemptive strike against SI. It would be a propaganda game, but it would need a catalyst. Some piece of evidence, a major development in our investigation... which is why I need you, Commander Savot." Quinn looked directly at the Vulcan. "I need an outsider who I can trust to act in the best interests of Starfleet as a whole. As much as I would like to see something like Black Ops get blown open for all of the mistakes it has made - and they are plentiful - Starfleet has enough on its plate without a scandal. You will be in control of information flow. Anything that we discover, you may omit if you deem in necessary. It won't stay hidden for long, of course, because given the recent conflict between SI and Public Relations, I wouldn't be surprised in the President of the Federation ended up reading our official report. But during our operation, you will deem what is necessary to release to the general public and SI."
Savot saw a problem with Quinn's proposal and immediately made to voice his concerns. He was cut off quickly. "I know, it would seem like I'm setting you up to take the fall," said Quinn. "Don't worry about it. Your decisions will be verbal and I will put them in writing under my name. There won't be any sign of you in the final report, unless you want it there. For the record, you are simply here as an asset in locating Zimmerman, unless you say otherwise. And, of course, you'll hold sway with your current rank, so should you choose to get more involved, that is up to you."
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The shuttlecraft docked and the two officers walked to Quinn's workspace. His small staff was waiting for him. "We're highly compartmentalized so as to make our department as a whole virtually impossible to corrupt," explained Quinn, almost positive that Savot would be surprised by the small size of Quinn's command. "Let me introduce you to everyone before we get started. Lt. Sarah Victoria, the field officer, executive officer, and weapons specialist. Ensign Sorrak, our logistics officer - he's the one who deals with all the technical aspects of what we do - and Ensign Jeffery Delacroix, our political expert. He advises us what the results of our public reports will be."
Victoria ignored the two. The Vulcan, Sorrak, nodded respectively to Savot, while Delacroix looked simultaneously bored and annoyed. It was apparent that this was his natural expression. "Lt. Victoria?" asked Quinn. The woman held up a hand, her attention focused on her ear piece. Quinn shrugged. "She's impossible to interrupt while working. Anyway, you two, this is Commander Savot, and he is our resident expert on Commander Zimmerman, the missing science officer who may be linked to Westfield. How are we coming along?"
The young woman took out her ear piece and turned to face her boss. "Not well, sir. We did get one fingerprint, though - Zimmerman's. Apparently, he was at the house. We've run background checks on the house and it appears that Westfield may not be our primary concern."
Quinn frowned. "Come again?"
"The house was acquired by a wealthy man by the name of Jakob Zimmerman, who is apparently the uncle of Kevin Zimmerman. He purchased the house approximately one year ago," stated Sorrak. "All portraits and pictures we have gathered at the scene have been confirmed as relatives of Kevin Zimmerman."
"The real problem lies with the uncle," said Victoria. "He immigrated to Germany from the Netherlands as a young child, but upon deeper investigation I have been unable to find any background information. There is no record of his childhood, and his parents and siblings are similarly missing from official records. It is possible they remained reclusive. Several members of Zimmerman's - the scientist's - family have been diagnosed as extremely introverted. Still, I suspect that Jakob Zimmerman is a false name."
"Why?" asked Quinn, captivated by the flow of information.
"Every single person related to Kevin Zimmerman by his paternal bloodline is dead or missing, without exception. The odds of his entire family dying, especially so many under suspicious circumstances, is..." she trailed off, glancing at Sarrok.
The Vulcan blinked once. "Astronomical, sir," said the Vulcan. "Given the brutal details of several murders, we have reason to believe that the Zimmerman family has been involved in some sort of illegal underground organization. We assume that Kevin Zimmerman's father was never introduced to this lifestyle due to his career in Starfleet, and it is almost certain Kevin Zimmerman himself was completely unaware of his family history."
"Do you know who is responsible for this?" asked Quinn. "Who were the Zimmermans working for? Why would they be exterminated?"
"Look, we found all this while you were off picking up your new chum," said Delacroix, waving a hand at Savot. "Give us a break, all right? Obviously all of the murder were anonymous."
Victoria shot a sharp glare at the most junior officer before replying to Quinn's questions. "The only leads we have are the bodies found at the crime scene. Department Epsilon-21 is working on that. The Executive Commandant has given us Epsilon-21 and Gamma-5 to assist us in the research. He's also asked to speak with you as soon as possible, given the expanded scope of our investigation."
Quinn nodded, thinking for several minutes as he digested the new information. "Commander Savot, I've got to speak with my superior. Is there anything I can do for you before that?"
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(Quinn, if necessary)
"I'll leave you in charge, then. Lt. Victoria knows what to do, and if you want to lend a hand she can tell you what we need help with. This won't take long." Quinn trotted out of the room.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 14:55:56 GMT
Looking at Commander Savot " I understand sir and thank you, Marines dont leave Marines behind if there's something that can be done about it. I would also suggest becare around Commander Quinn. It has been my experince that sometimes when things go bad people look for ways to lay the blame at other peoples feet"
Heading to the transport room he had the gear brought up from the shuttle bay. He stepped up on to the transport pad and looked at the transport chief. Beam me to star fleet headquarters any where is fine. A few moments later he was standing in the main enterance to starfleet command. He went straight to General Domincs office and waited to be taken in.
The General didn't seem shocked to seem kind of like he was expecting it. " I want to know whats been going on here. I also want to know why you only sent one Marine with Commander Zimmerman and I want the truth"
The general looked at him for a moment " I"m not use getting questioned by Colonels but I'll tell you what we know"
" A couple of days ago we intercepted a message with a plot to nab one of the El Sal officers. When we discoverd who they were after we wanted to know why. We arranged for Captain Westfield to be involved and now she's missing. We also know that there are other partys concerned. So we are now waiting to see what they can find out"
" Sounds like to me your hoping they take the blame for this, I warn you General if your not being honost with me." the General looked at him " Dont make threats Colonel you can't back up"
Looking at the general " Its not a threat trust me on that, I'll be more then happy to let certain people know about my last mission. I'm sure the president would be a willing listener and not quite happy with the end results or being kept out of the loop"
" You took a oath Marine remember that" looking the general in the eye's " You risked the life of a marine and now two officer's from my crew. If anything happens to them General you will not be happy and dont try to scare me. If that had worked you would never had allowed me to join black ops. You go messing with my crew again and I promise you right here and now you wont like the results."
" I want all information transfered to my data pad now, then I want Captain Westfields record and a copie of the message you intercepted. I also want everything we have on a Commander Quinn who he works for and so on. I'm going to help you clean up your mess again General I suggest you take the help I'm offering. At least this way if it goes bad you can put the blame on me."
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Post by Savot on Nov 16, 2007 5:57:37 GMT
[Time of Roberts' approach in the shuttle: Bridge]
The El Salvador bridge registered the incoming hail from the approaching shuttlecraft and Ethan Hope, one of the few officers still aboard since arriving at Earth, answered it from his Operations console, =^= El Salvador to approaching shuttlecraft: We read you; go ahead.=^=
The intention of the security chief to return to the ship was relayed and Ethan nodded as he replied, =^= Understood, proceed to main shuttlebay for boarding. You're free to continue your leave aboard ship for whatever time you have left to you Roberts, but if you return to duty just note it in the log and inform the duty officer. Which I guess is me for the time being as the boss just headed planetside for awhile. Happy landings, Hope out.=^=
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[Interspersed with Kevin's post of the exchange between Quinn and Savot]
Savot saw a problem with Quinn's proposal and immediately made to voice his concerns. He was cut off quickly. "I know, it would seem like I'm setting you up to take the fall," said Quinn. "Don't worry about it. Your decisions will be verbal and I will put them in writing under my name. There won't be any sign of you in the final report, unless you want it there. For the record, you are simply here as an asset in locating Zimmerman, unless you say otherwise. And, of course, you'll hold sway with your current rank, so should you choose to get more involved, that is up to you."
Savot gave a tilted nod of respectful gratitude at Quinn's decency in providing as risk-free a scenario as possible for the vulcan during the investigation, "Your concern is a credit to you Mr. Quinn, and while I will certainly endeavour to avoid bringing negative attention upon myself or your department my primary concern is of course the location and safe return of Captain Westfield and my First Officer."
Quinn's eyes looked upward as he interpreted the statement the vulcan had just made. Savot, though in general not a fan of any work requiring selective deception of the public eye, felt thus far that Quinn was a decent man. But while in theory any officer regardless of rank should receive equal attentiveness with respect to location and safe recovery, Savot knew it was an unfortunate reality that the higher ranked often received the stronger effort.
The shuttlecraft docked and the two officers walked to Quinn's workspace. His small staff was waiting for him. "We're highly compartmentalized so as to make our department as a whole virtually impossible to corrupt," explained Quinn, almost positive that Savot would be surprised by the small size of Quinn's command. "Let me introduce you to everyone before we get started. Lt. Sarah Victoria, the field officer, executive officer, and weapons specialist. Ensign Sorrak, our logistics officer - he's the one who deals with all the technical aspects of what we do - and Ensign Jeffery Delacroix, our political expert. He advises us what the results of our public reports will be."
Savot nodded respectfully to each member of the team as they were introduced, and stood listening quietly to the trio's initial report to Quinn on what they had found so far. Though others might have found her attitude needlessly brusque Savot actually appreciated Lt. Victoria's focus on duty, and the other two seemed skilled at their own fields as well. The vulcan commander furrowed his brow in silently piqued curiosity as it was suggested that Kevin's family had been involved in criminal dealings, though he said nothing at the time. Taking in the rest of the information for internal processing Savot waited until Quinn turned things over to him, "Commander Savot, I've got to speak with my superior. Is there anything I can do for you before that?"
Setting his briefcase down on a small section of cleared table where he presumed Quinn usually worked whenever he was desk-bound, the vulcan shook his head slightly in response as he set out his padd and activated a console, "Not at present, Commander Quinn. I will attempt to be of assistance to your team's efforts."
"I'll leave you in charge, then. Lt. Victoria knows what to do, and if you want to lend a hand she can tell you what we need help with. This won't take long." Quinn trotted out of the room.
Savot turned towards Sarah, his hands now clasped at the small of his back as per usual, "Lieutenant if I could impose upon your time a moment and ask you to feed the data you've all gathered thus far to my terminal I'll take the opportunity to familiarize myself with the situation you've noted to date. In the interrum though my understanding of the scenario as a whole is, as just mentioned, incomplete I would offer some suggestions."
Victoria, apparently a long practicioner of efficiency, started collating their collected data from transfer to Savot's computer even as she listened to his initial input. Savot faced the vulcan, Sarrok, as he started speaking, "Mr. Sarrok, attempt to access the transporter pattern I.D. of Jakob Zimmerman, our lead suspect's assumed alias, then cross-reference that pattern with those of all other human males of his estimated age group. I surmise that whatever name Jakob Zimmerman previously used was abandoned to avoid the possibility of the same transporter pattern being recognized as used by two 'different' living men. We should concentrate our cross-reference on recorded deceased males who if still alive today would match the age and body-type parameters of Jakob."
Sarrok, in typical vulcan fashion, began working even as he listened to the rest of Savot's instructions. This time; however, Savot had turned his attention to Delacroix, "Mr. Delacroix, using the dates of the true Zimmerman family members' deaths, search the news reports shortly prior to and after each for any signs of discontinuity. Given that the rival family's goal was the Zimmermans' destruction they would have attempted to keep attention off of the deaths as much as possible rather than provoke internalized. As such it is possible they would have had to adjust the publically-accessible news data around the times of death, which may have created conflicting data small enough to go unnoticed by those not driven to look for it."
At that moment his computer beeped indicating its successful receiving of the trio's data so far. With a nod for them to continue Savot sat at the spare workspace and began reviewing the information gathered in order to become better acquainted with the overall picture.
(Left out the parts in Kevin's post not requiring direct response so as to keep mine smaller and quicker to read through.)
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Post by tiffani on Nov 16, 2007 7:58:50 GMT
Tiffani had recently returned to the ship after taking a short trip to her mothers homeworrld where she burried her daughter, it had been a small burial ceremony, consisting of her and her mother and a few close family friends. She had heard of the recent disappearance of a crewmember but her thoughts had been so preoccupied she had not considered it much, as she made her way to her quarters she pondered what do do next in her life. She was actually for the first time since she joined starfleet was considering giving it all up and returning back to betazed. but was it the right decision for her, she sit down on the couch in her quarters as she entered and sighed, tomorrow she would deal with Amilea's stuff today she would relax.
<Just a small post to let ya know i'm here still, sorta, just very busy with last minute projects for college>
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2007 21:01:03 GMT
The El Salvador bridge registered the incoming hail from the approaching shuttlecraft and Ethan Hope, one of the few officers still aboard since arriving at Earth, answered it from his Operations console, =^= El Salvador to approaching shuttlecraft: We read you; go ahead.=^=
The intention of the security chief to return to the ship was relayed and Ethan nodded as he replied, =^= Understood, proceed to main shuttlebay for boarding. You're free to continue your leave aboard ship for whatever time you have left to you Roberts, but if you return to duty just note it in the log and inform the duty officer. Which I guess is me for the time being as the boss just headed planetside for awhile. Happy landings, Hope out.=^=
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=(^)= Thanks Commander =(^)= John repllied, as he gave the nodded for Sydney to begin docking with the El Sal.
The shuttle glided through space, and into the main docking bay of the El Salvador, the break had been welcomed, but he was glad to be back. The Shore leave had been a bit of a let down but it was now over, back to reality.
The first thing he did was do what Ethan had suggested, note in the log that he was to return to duty, and inform the duty officer, who at this moment in time was Ethan. He went up to the bridge and reported in, once finished he had a quick word with Ethan to see if he could be placed on the duty roster as of tomorrow.
It was granted, and John then returned to the shuttle craft, to collect his belongs, so he could place back in his quaters. After doing so he then took a shower. He was in there for around half an hour, once this was done he put on a clean uniform, and placed that new black pip on. During the Virus situation, he hadnt had chance to get it on, although it was widely known of his promotion to Lt. Commander.
John steped onto the bridge for the seconed time since returning aboard, and got some extra duty hours in. There wasnt much that needed doing, just the maintainece of the ships systems, although a few of the Tac/Sec sytems had been altered to meet Munro's preferences. John didnt mind at all, in fact he thanked him, as it now gave jim something to do, but he did tell him not to make a habbit of doing so.
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