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Post by SA. Stacey Jackson [Ret] on Apr 12, 2011 19:38:19 GMT
“First Officer injured, Your Chief Diplomatic Officer you allowed to be cloned.. and you left the bridge in the hands of junior officers.” Admiral Cain seethed as she almost spat the words. She threw the Padd down on Stacey’s desk.
Stacey had remained silent for the most part she just sat there as Cain listed the reasons she thought Stacey was a bad Captain and Officer in general. Cain stepped closer to the desk and stared at Stacey with cold blue eyes. “You should have stayed in the academy.. Commanding Starships is not the job of weak willed Counsellors.”
Silence reined for a few moments, for thirty years Patrizia and Stacey had known each other and for thirty years they both cursed the others mere existence. Stacey took a deep breath and stood up her hands still resting on the desk. “Starfleet Command thinks otherwise… Don’t think I am unaware you lobbied for Command of this ship, and don’t think I don’t know the reason your plea fell on deaf ears.”
Stacey almost sneered. “Starfleet doesn’t have the stomach for wars anymore.. that’s why I am here and you are stuck in a backwater Starbase howling at the moon, blood thirsty war horses aren’t needed anymore.”
Cain waved her hand. “Idealists, there is always another war it is the way of things.”
Stacey sighed as she sat down again. “You had a mission you requested us for?”
Cain frowned slightly as she handed Stacey a PADD.
It took Stacey only a few minutes to read it before here eyes closed for a moment and she took a deep breath. “When will it happen?”
“Best estimates two weeks.. you leave immediately.” Cain replied as she turned to leave. “I want it done by the book.”
Stacey watched as Cain marched out of her ready room, “I’ll show you were you can stick your book.” She mumbled before letting out a sigh. Tapping her comm badge she said. “All Senior Officers report to the observation lounge immediately.”
** Thirty Minutes later**
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Stacey sat at the head of the table and glanced around at the assembled officers. “Unfortunately any plans for you may have had for shore leave will need to be cancelled.” She started off by saying.
“We have been ordered to the Griztek system.. the fourth planet has a small colony.. the population will need to be evacuated, and moved thankfully for us to the neighbouring system… there is a massive Volcano set to erupt in approximately two weeks, there planet will for the most part be uninhabitable.. and under the treaty the Federation signed with them in Seventy Two we are honour bound to help.”
She paused for a moment as she gathered her thoughts. “There is about seven hundred people we need to move, normally I would suggest two trips but I don’t want to tempt fate, we are going to push for one.”
She turned to Chan and said. “I want your security teams to make sure all restricted areas stay restricted.. we will be transporting a lot of children and we all know how they like to touch things.”
Looking to Pai she said. “We know we can’t stop the volcano erupting but we want detailed scans all the same.. and as soon as we are in sensor range of their new home begin looking for the best spot for them to settle.. I don’t want to leave them in the middle of a desert.”
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She turned to Aaron’s now and said. “Commander.. we are removing all but a few of our shuttle craft, they will be stored here at the Starbase until we get back.. we will need the room please have the shuttle pilots begin to move them over.”
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Turning to TEG she gave a slight nod. “I want a your engineers to begin retrofitting all available space to house refugees.. some crew will need to share quarters.. and food replicators will need to be installed in cargo bays and shuttle bays.. they don’t need to be pretty just usable.”
<Tag TEG> Looking to Holsen next she gave a nod. “Standard medical evacuation medical precautions doctor.. quick check ups.. be prepared to treat people suffering from ash inhalation.. you know the drill.”
<Tag Holsen> “Cornette, they will be scared and depressed they are after all losing their homes.. I want you and your staff to be ready to deal with them.. make sure they are as comfortable as they can be while they are on board.. packed like sardines though they may be.”
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She looked around “any questions?”
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“Good. Once the shuttles are off the ship we leave.. dismissed.”
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Paikea Apirana
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Post by Paikea Apirana on Apr 14, 2011 15:37:41 GMT
It had only been a short time since Paikea or anyone for that matter had served on the Rainier and it unsettled Pai to realized that he had yet to make a friend aboard the Rainier. Pai had always been a social well liked guy. On the Scavenger he and Katie had pulled off some epic shindigs, but that of course was years ago when he was barely an ensign. While he still was a science officer, things were very different now. Katie and Paikea were no longer an item, the Scavenger had been mothballed and Paikea was now serving on a brand new Federation vessel with no one to really talk to. As he looked around the conference room, he saw people he respected and admired but doubted any of them would want to grab a beer with him after their shift was over.
These thoughts occupied Pai's thought as the meeting began and it wasn't until he felt the captain looking at him that he actually began to pay attention.
“We know we can’t stop the volcano erupting but we want detailed scans all the same.. and as soon as we are in sensor range of their new home begin looking for the best spot for them to settle.. I don’t want to leave them in the middle of a desert.”
"Yes ma'am, volcanoes and scans," Paikea replied hoping no one had noticed him daydreaming about the sadness that was his social life.
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Post by Lorna Holsen on May 2, 2011 15:31:17 GMT
In Sickbay (Finishing up last mission) “Lambalu said the doppelganger would be exact – except for a bio-implant,” Kay explained. She now looked to TEG. “I bet you’ll find one in her.” Go on!” she urged impatiently. “Scan her!” Kay was pacing a tapping her foot. The scan was all ready running. She would be sure to scan this Kay too, where one duplicate could be made a second could also.
"You have a bio-implant." Lorna said calmly facing the Kay she now knew for certain was a duplicate.
“But,” the double protested, “I AM Kaylana Cornette. I know everything – my parents’ names, my childhood… my first assignment on the Argosy… and Commodore Kruse on the Majesty… and you, Captain Jackson,” she said in a plea that was difficult to ignore. “I AM Kay! What do I have to do to prove it?”
Real Kay interjected. “You can’t because up until 72 hours ago, you didn’t exist.” She turned to face Jackson. “Captain, I formally request that this clone be destroyed immediately. Not only to keep confusion at a minimum, but to rid us of the security threat... it poses to the ship and the Federation.” Those who had known Kay for years had rarely seen her so agitated.
The double’s eyes widened. “Doctor… you can remove the implant, right? I have no qualms with losing my ties with Lambalu, but I do take great offence at losing my life!”
"Of course I can. It will be a relatively simple procedure" Lorna was using the removal of infiltrated Borg implants as a baseline, next to that most surgical removal procedures were simple. She glared at the other Kay, she had never seen her quite like this and while finding out you had been cloned without your consent was no doubt very traumatic demanding death was a bit much. Maybe she was being hash but something needed to be said. "And until I've done a similar quantum scan on you I am not convinced that you are not another duplicate."
It was resolved that they did have the original and a duplicate. The original was protesting adamantly that the duplicate should be killed and Lorna was getting ready to get really angry. She had locked her empathy all the way off. She did not need either Kay's emotions messing with her at the moment.
The Captain called all three of them into Lorna's office which Lorna was grateful that she had left tidy. Captain Jackson took Lorna's chair and the two Kays sat in front of her. Lorna found she didn't mind being sidelined in her own office she was on the verge of banging the original Kay's head against something and directing her to Vaskin vs Vaskin and Section 3122 of the Federation code on the rights of sentient independent duplicates, but that wouldn't help matters so she stayed silent and wrestling with her own feelings but not allowing a flicker to cross her face.
Things had calmed down after that. Lorna had performed the surgery on Lana and both had been checked out of sickbay. They had seemingly come to an accord between them which Lorna was grateful for.
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The Rainer had made it to starbase but Lorna had declined to go ashore she had reading to catch up on and she wanted to spend some time with her wife just unwinding. Dealing with Kay and Lana had worn at her but she had stay professional. Her staff had known better though as soon as the shift was over K'Lana had hauled her down to one of the workout rooms pausing only long enough to summon Cris down as well. It had been hard work but Lorna had burnt through her stress and frustration and her wondering. The aches and bruises had gone now but the sentiment remain. Lorna lounged on the couch in her quarters with Cris's head on her shoulder as they discussed a new development in tissue regeneration. It certainly wasn't everyone's idea of a good time but she hadn't been this happy and relaxed since before the war. “All Senior Officers report to the observation lounge immediately.”
Cris's face scrunched as Lorna aknowledged the comm. It sounded like they were going to be off again. Lorna sighed and put down her reading. "See you later." Cris gave her a peck on the cheek as she scooped up her PADD from the coffee table and headed for the observation lounge. Lorna had no idea how many of the other senior officers had gone off ship but she wasn't surprised to find that Commander Apirana was the only one to beat her to the conference.
Lorna made notes as the Captain talked, volcanoes, unstable planets, mass evacuations it was just like the old days. She started making lists for supplies required, mandatory triox injections for anyone going planetside, sorting out triage teams and planning drills. The medical staff were going to be busy long before they got to Griztek 4, also had had to view who had post disaster care experience.
The Captain looked at her and gave a nod. “Standard medical evacuation medical precautions doctor.. quick check ups.. be prepared to treat people suffering from ash inhalation.. you know the drill.”
"Aye, Captain. Do I have time to requisition some more supplies before we leave?" Lorna asked. Sickbay was properly stocked but certainly things were going to be in demand in an evacuation situation and her people were going to be under enough pressure without added difficulties being added to the mix.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2011 20:38:28 GMT
JP between Savot and S'reena, priorly permitted by Captain Jackson
[Aboard the Mini-Sal Shuttlecraft]
Savot approached the U.S.S. Rainier piloting the El Salvador's shuttle Mini-Sal with young Yarna Hope aboard, wanting to personally ensure she was reunited with her family since an oversight caused her to be left behind when the Hope family was transferred. He was extremely thankful his young friend hadn't been hurt during the El Sal's mission. Savot opened a channel to the starship, "Commodore Savot to Starship Rainier; requesting permission to land and disembark one Yarna Hope."
"Yarna?" A female voice sounded over the intercom. "Yes yes! Land in the shuttlebay!" The response was full of relief, that profesionality went straight out the door.
Yarna smiled as she lifted her tiny face up at Savot. "Mommy," she clarified though she knew Savot had already identified the voice.
Savot had been prepared for anger on the part of his former Science Officer, which he felt was entirely deserved, given that her child had not only been missed but then placed in extreme jeopardy, but the initial reaction of relief wasn't suprising either and seeing Yarna's smile contented the vulcan captain. He tilted his head slightly before nodding to her, "Indeed, Lady Yarna. We'll have you reunited shortly."
=^=Savot to Rainier, landing instructions received I am beginning my approach. Mini-Sal out=^=, he replied as he approached said shuttlebay to land within the ship that his former First Officer now commanded.
Not even looking back to see whether it was possible to leave, S'reena simply orded the officer nearest to her to take her seat, knowing that Captain Jackson would give permission either way. She had been pining over her missing daughter. She practically flew to the hangarbay, waiting impatiently for the Mini-Sal to land. She launched herself towards the small craft as soon as it was safe to do so.
Carefully following protocol and safety procedures, as it would hardly do to rupture a plasma manifold and die so close to success, Savot settled the Mini-Sal to the deck and lowered the large aft hatch to form a ramp the pair could exit from. But before he'd fully risen from the pilot's station S'reena Hope was already striding up said ramp to enter the craft. It wasn't the sort of situation he was familiar with and so he opted to wait to speak until after the mother and daughter had successfully reunited. He then straightened his posture and approached the pair as though approaching a court martial review board, though his expression seemed neutral enough, "I cannot sufficiently apologize for allowing your family to be placed in this situation Commander."
S'reena ignored the Vulcan for the moment, pretending not to have heard him while she had her attention on her second oldest daughter. Tears of joy streamed down her face as she squashed the girl to her, as if she would never let her go again. After a few minutes though, she released the girl and told her to wait outside. Then she turned her attention to her former commanding officer, staring openly at him for a few seconds as this was the first time she actually did see him.
She paused in front of him. "I'm grateful for her safe return," she whispered, then, quite unexpectedly, she hugged him fiercely, kissing his cheek before letting him go. Her eyes sparkled before she slapped him soundly, causing Yarna to gasp in surprise. "But you're right, you can never apologize enough. How could you!"
Savot's head turned with the slap so as to lessen the impact's sting on S'reena's hand... not that that was particularly significant but at the moment it was all he could do in the way of help, and his expression never wavered for an instant. He stood silently for a moment as though unsure of what to say, then spoke softly but clearly, "You have no reason to solely accept my word, but I assure I would far prefer harm to befall myself than for any to befall Miss Yarna or any of your family. Though you're all missed aboard the El Salvador your transfer does fortunately guarantee I should not be in a position to similarly fail you in the future, Commander. If you see fit to do so, please extend my apology to your husband as well."
The Romulan's eyes narrowed as Yarna took the Vulcan's hand. "Don't be angry mommy, he took care of me." She grinned. "Do you remember Alfred? He's got a girlfriend now."
S'reena blinked, then laughed. And she couldn't stop laughing, wrapping her arms around the man once more, knowing full well how comfortable he must be right now. "I'm sorry..."
Despite a fair amount of exposure to emotions in others, Savot was still rather at a loss for the moment. As Yarna held his right hand, the Vulcan captain tentatively raised his left to return Commander Hope's hug, patting her shoulder slightly as he replied, "...You certainly have nothing to apologize for Commander Hope. I attempted to maximize the potential of her safety and see that her needs were met but in truth my friend Commander Chester Delbridge spent more time directly supervising her. In fact it was he who helped Miss Yarna secure a romantic partner for my goldfish."
"A romantic..." Bewildered, S'reena stared between the two. "Why Savot, I never pegged you for a romantic..." A smile spread across her face as she pulled her daughter to her. "Well done Yarna, you thawed out the Vulcan." She chuckled. "I'm sorry...it's just.." She faltered, not knowing how to put it. "Thank you, for keeping her safe, please believe me when I say I'd never doubt you would keep her safe."
The thawed out statement Savot actually understood, as he knew it was common to synonymize emotional distance or 'stuffiness' with coldness; though he merely gave one of his facial shrugs as he spoke, "Miss Yarna deduced that Alfred must be lonely; I was unaware." He blinked at her last statement, tilting his head back slightly in surprise... and gratitude, "Your words are most kind Commander ", he paused, glancing down to little Yarna to give her a bow of his head, "...and you are both very welcome."
Yarna giggled. "He keeps calling me 'miss' mommy. Or lady.."
S'reena chuckled. "That's just him being polite, or silly." She looked up. "I mean it Savot, I'm grateful to you for keeping her safe. We didn't notice she was missing until it was too late. I presume, she remained behind to say goodbye to you. I believe I'm speaking for Michael as well. Do you have time to stay, or do you need to return to the El-Salvador immediately?"
Savot paused, arching a curious eyebrow for a moment as he looked to the girl. He hadn't considered the possibility her mother suggested he'd just assumed she'd been overlooked randomly. He bowed his head to S'reena, "Your offer is appreciated Commander, but I do not wish to intrude upon the affairs of Captain Jackson's vessel any more than I already have. Know that should there ever be the need; you're always welcome on the El Salvador." He raised his right hand in the traditional salute of his people and looked to both mother and daughter, "May you live long and prosper."
S'reena never could manage that particular salute so she simply reached out and took his hand in hers, her other simply caressing the cheek she'd slapped before just once. "I'll keep that in mind sir," she replied softly, "I miss you too."
Savot's eyes glanced to the hand at his face, though with mere curiousity not concern. He was pleased that S'reena was no longer as upset as she had been, though he still believed she had the right to be. He merely bowed his head again over their clasped hands, "You were an exemplary science officer Ms. Hope." He then knelt to reach eye-level with Yarna and gave her the same bowing nod, "And you were an exemplary counter-insurgency consultant Miss Yarna. The Ready Room is certainly safer now having been put to the test as a hiding place. Should you ever need to do so, feel free to contact me. I shall update you on Alfred and Isabelle's relationship."
Yarna smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Come visit soon?" she whispered in his ear, "I'll come see them when I can. I have to go with mommy now. Goodbye Mister Savot." She released him and walked out of the shuttle, leaving her mother to say her own goodbyes.
"I will give Captain Jackson your regards," the Romulan promised as she too started to depart. "Don't be a stranger Savot. We're only a call away."
"Thank you Commander", Savot said as he resumed his pilot's seat, "likewise." He watched his former crewmember depart then raised the aft hatch again. A call to the bridge to request departure clearance... and he was on his way back to his ship and the responsibilities that accompanied her.
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Michael Aarons
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Boldly going forward 'cause I can't find reverse
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Post by Michael Aarons on May 27, 2011 19:54:37 GMT
She turned to Aarons now and said, “Commander… we are removing all but a few of our shuttle craft, they will be stored here at the Starbase until we get back… we will need the room. Please have the shuttle pilots begin to move them over.” “Short of an argument, but wouldn’t the need for alternate transport be up for consideration?” Stacey looked briefly at him, “It’s a lot of people.” The meeting wrapped up as soon as the captain stopped talking. The ship would be lighter as, with the less on board arriving, the more room to be made for those leaving. Unbeknownst to many of them, it had been suggested that crewmembers bunk with each other than to risk any separations and better accommodate the family groups than an open cargo bay. Moving shuttles was a slow process. Unlike other items on board, they could not simply be removed by transporter alone. Michael took each shuttle out at a time parking them in the stations shuttle bay. He particularly savored the trip in the Vachir. Although he had spent much time in a shuttle over the past two weeks, it seemed a particularly strong moment to leave his baby behind. As he finished evacuating the ship, Aarons strolled through the corridors. It’d been two weeks now and he wanted to pay a little visit to a certain someone. He figured with all the diplomacy either ahead or behind them, there wouldn’t be much going on with her. Michael chimed on her door. Kay stood at the door surprised to see him there. “Where’ve you been? I haven’t seen you around in two weeks.” “What do you mean ‘where have I been’? I told before I left,” he said confounded. “You didn’t tell me,” she said defiantly. “I told you I was leaving then you gave me a kiss…” Now it was making sense to Kay, it had been the other her that had been in this situation with him. No use telling him now, she thought, it’d be too much for his little mind to handle.“Well it’s good that you’re back,” she said with a touch of her lips to his temple. It subsided within him to continue arguing as she turned the conversation to other things. “Would you care to come in, maybe tell me about your trip?” “No,” he sighed, “I’d like to, but I have to see to the ship.” They apologized and he left. Kay stepped back into her quarters as she began to imagine how he’d react if he knew there was another Kay, an unencumbered Kay, out there somewhere and she shuddered. The ship was ready to depart and Michael took Conn. It had been almost ages since he had taken control of the ship and he took a moment to take it all in again. “Dock reports clear,” he announced. The captain turned from her business with a response. “Engage.” The ship accelerated reaching warp within mere seconds. It would take five days to reach the planet at which point the next eight days would be spent under continuous transport and evacuation. The captain wanted everything to be completed ahead of the last day before catastrophic meltdown of the planet. As per usual, in situations where the ship would be in a singular place for long durations, it was expected that certain personnel become more familiarized with the location, cultures and scenarios being faced. Since only one person aboard ever went the extra distance to get everything right, Michael was assigned the extra task of researching everything on file about the Griztek settlement. It also served the double purpose in that if anyone were to say something that might offend someone, Aarons was the best choice to be properly educated for the sake of diplomacy. OFF: Nice last post S'reena.
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Michael Aarons
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Post by Michael Aarons on Jun 1, 2011 3:22:57 GMT
2372, dissatisfied with the movement to ally with the United Federation of Planets in favor of independent planetary development, a minority of dissidents petitioned to supplant themselves on a new world not bound by the actions of their homeworlds. After many attempts to compromise and make concessions had been exhausted, the demands were met to resettle the minority to another world. This new planet, Griztek IV, in the constellation Ogaya, was settled upon due to size and distance from major political forces. The Federation, in an unwavering attempt to maintain diplomacy even in the face of dissent, bartered a treaty for which, under special clause, the Federation and by it, Starfleet, would accommodate planetary needs in case of defense, cataclysm, or devastation. In the 25 years since, this condition has remained unemployed until now.
“The planet was colonized under a Class 1 colonization schedule: disassembly of and restructuring of starcraft and base domestic structures. Ground was broken to allow for expansion and within 4 years attained C grade colonial development while over the next 11 years evolved to B grade status. Base minerals and consumable elements along with minimal agricultural…” the information poured past Cmdr. Aarons’ as he massaged his eyes. “…production facilities as well as refineries for the substances including: boridium, light duranides, osmium as well as Hutzelite, Ult…” The strain was too much and Aarons had to get up and move about. The need to be active was so overpowering he decided to bring his work with him.
The lounge had far more indications of life and was therefore a more suitable location to take in the information. As Michael sat there, he observed many people walking, talking, even seeming not to know what they were doing and with each of them a low trill that kept out distracting thoughts which raced through his mind.
The Griztek population which formed the Griztek Suffrage, an identity based on the direct control and operation of the workings and destiny of the planet, had viewed the Federation with unflattering and less social regard when originally formed a quarter-of-a-century ago. With a left-wing sense of nationalism the likelihood that they might hold contempt for them was possible though uncertain. After all these years, however, the general consensus may have improved. The fact that their planet amounted to little more than a B grade city state, and now with the total loss of their planet, it was likely that their attitude in all this would be very caustic at least.
With a flick of the finger, the information shifted to volcanic reports involving the disaster. The colony produced fusion and geothermal energy outputs but no major activity beneath crust. The whole planet was facing a violent meltdown in which the entire mass was cracking open resulting in a molten discharge. The settlement itself was right on top of a rapidly-forming, massive volcano. Much of the telemetry sent in the report to Starfleet summarizing the crisis catalogued seismic activity and tectonic movement mapping out the formation of a super-massive volcano.
Michael looked over to see a very fixated Paikea staring at his own data. Perhaps it would make things smoother to have someone else’s insight on all the technical stuff going on so he proceeded over to where Apirana was seated.
“You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind. So what’s up?”
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Michael Aarons
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Post by Michael Aarons on Jun 3, 2011 1:06:16 GMT
***Following Pai’s Response***
Michael lowered his tone, it didn’t seem proper to draw attention as he spoke, “What do you make of all this? The one place on the planet where anyone thought to settle down and it’s about to epicenter into a new-age Vesuvius.” With an 11% margin of error, the center of the eruption was located near the site of the colony's reactor.
A number of extraordinary factors had come up in the investigation, but this was certain to have missed detection under several scrutinies. The two discussed the facts before Aarons made an unusual suggestion.
“What if they were the cause of it all?” The implications were strong but the argument in favor of it was a strong one. Pai took a moment to think.
<tag Pai>
“But if they were trying to refine it into, say, Ultritium 368…” The Science Officer’s face beamed. Far beyond the terraforming applications of Ultritium 342, Ultritium 368 had much more serious applications. “…the least of which could be the use as a weaponable material like those affecting subspace.”
“We’d have to be sure. Ultritium isn’t easily detected and even still, it would have to be determined that the isotope had been present. We don’t have any means of doing so.”
“Lorna could. A radiological signal in the Nu wavelength would indicate the presence of upper-wave isotopes, notably Ul-368. All you have to do is ask her to note anything on that wavelength and to let you know.”
<tag Pai>
<Feel free to place any action in between now>
***3 Days Out***
“Captain,” uttered a young lady monitoring communications. Jackson craned to attention. “A signal from the Konu star system, directed at us, came through.”
“Is it from Griztek IV?”
“It matches the signal received by Starfleet and it directs back in that direction.” The Captain waved her on. The screen lit up.
The image of a gray haired man with veins of dark coursing through, as with his moustache, faded in. He had a nose, downward and beakish, and his chin was as a stone fist. It was likely that this man was younger than he looked, but experience had prevented that from showing. His tall figure lingered in the dull grey outfit, and red bars that singled him out, with his hands behind him.
“To whom am I speaking?” he started slow; a nasal lilt in his graveled voice.
<tag Jackson>
“…Malchors, Malchors Torthun.”
S’reena ascended the turbolift toward the bridge. Once the doors opened, she made for the Captain’s Ready-Room. Jackson received her as Hope announced her arrival and begun as soon as the doors closed.
“2700!?”
“That’s the number Administrator Torthun gave us.” The number was remarkably high as the XO briefly did the math in her head. It exceeded everything the specs stated but the mission was critical.
<tag S’reena>
“You’re going to have to get onto Cmdr. TEG about his housing efforts. These quarters will be tight and time limited. And tell Cmdr. Chan that responsibilities are going to be increased greatly.” Captain Jackson sighed.
<tag Hope>
“I doubt Dr. Holsen will want you to; as long as everyone under her is handling things as they’ve been trained to, she wouldn’t want anybody to suddenly start panicking about some huge increase in patient numbers.” Commander Hope arose and took her leave of the captain. Supervising the departments was certainly a heavy task. “Oh, and see if you can get Michael to get us there any faster.”
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Michael passed through the corridors to his quarters. The doors opened as he entered casually. He stopped at the sight of Kay, who paused as she took notice of him.
“Oh?!” he turned and looked at the door confused. He turned back. “What are you doing here?” The confusion on his face coupled with the awkwardness of the situation held for a good pause.
“I’m going to be staying here for a while… until we complete this mission.” A myriad of questions swirled about him as he shifted slightly.
“Okay, why?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2011 4:00:31 GMT
TEG had engineering teams working double time converting cargo bays, shuttle bays 2 and 3, and part of the arboretum storage to living space. He was also busy working on solutions to the crew quarters, and decided to take a page from the enlisted quarters of the old Excelsior ships, prior to the introduction of isolinear computer, when the ships needed twice the crew to operate them. He was converting the enlisted crew's officers, one-by-one to barracks style sleeping quarters, with rows of triple bunks replacing the traditional single full-size bed in each room. He was also removing much of the extra furniture, and off-loading it to the starbase. Thankfully, most of that work could be done by transporter, so most of his quarter modifications included turning entire quarters into a communal head, compete with multiple, private, sonic shower stalls. He also had engineers converting some of the corner rooms, into lounges, so when off duty there was some place for the crew to relax with out hanging out in the mess hall or 10 Forward. There was however another issue building... Officers. There was no way officers would submit to barracks style house, but he did have to come up with a solution. He finally did, by adding partitions to existing quarters, he was able to create two bedrooms, a common room, and two heads in each officers quarters. Crisis averted.
2700 refugees, packed into 6 cargo bays, along with 2 cargo bays dedicated to medical use, nearly 500 enlisted quarters, and the enlisted taking up a small fraction of their typical space, along with utilizing about half of the officers quarters. It was a lot of work for TEG to orchestrate, but those problem solving tests at the academy, obviously sunk in. After finalizing the designs, his teams, working straight through, on 24 hours shifts, were able to complete much of the officers quarters modifications within a day, the enlisted, because much of the work was done using the transporter was done during the same time, aside from the heads, which, after rerouting EPS and ODN conduits to run the plumbing, were fully functional, in all locations within 7 days (he had made sure to have at least one functioning new head complete on each deck by the end of the first day). TEG was even pitching in, getting the living spaces up and running. He heard a lot of grumbling from the enlisted, but knew that this mission took precedence over personal comforts.
TEG was going over a report from the Chief he had assigned to oversee the retrofit in cargo bay 3 when Commander Chan approached him.
<tag Chan>
"I'd forgotten that we could have a major security threat with this evacuation, especially with the refugees outnumbering the crew." He replied. I could certainly have additional bulkheads added throughout the ship to prevent someone from simply walking into a sensitive area without authorization."
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"I'll get on it right away." He replied.
Commander Chan then left him, in engineering, as yet another task was dropped onto the place of he and his engineers.
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Lorna Holsen
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Jun 14, 2011 22:51:35 GMT
Despite the fact that she was spending the majority of her on duty time preparing for the evacuation Lorna found that she was spending a lot of her off duty time preparing as well. There were so many possibilities. It seemed that the biggest issue was going to be space. In cramped quarters tempers frayed and then more injuries resulted when fights broke out.
Lorna had been reading a variety of papers and thought she had found something that might help. She went to find Commander TEG. She located him in engineering which actually wasn't that much of a surprise even given that he like her should be off duty. Then again, he was probably even busier than her. She wasn't sure whether her suggestion would add to his concerns or help but it had to be made.
"Commander, I was thinking about the space constraints we're acting under. As I understand it one of the biggest space requirements is space for those under intensive care. Given that many off them will be in medically induced comas it my be possible to suspend them in the transporter buffers. I know it's a desperate measure and won't help my patients get well but it won't hinder their recovery either. I read about the USS Herschel doing this back in the Dominion War. Do you think it's plausible?"
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Paikea Apirana
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Post by Paikea Apirana on Jun 17, 2011 2:35:35 GMT
"I highly doubt anyone would use the Ultritium in this fashion intentionally," Paikea said trying to do the numbers in his head. It would take a highly refined amount of Ultritium to make a planet into one large volcano. "It is more likely that a terrible accident took place and created the instability that the planet is now experiencing."
“Lorna could. A radiological signal in the Nu wavelength would indicate the presence of upper-wave isotopes, notably Ul-368. All you have to do is ask her to note anything on that wavelength and to let you know.”
"I'll mention it to the doctor, but I think it would be better if I monitor the wavelength, Lorna is going to be extremely busy in the incoming days. I wouldn't want to had to her already busy schedule," Paikea said as he began to formulate the equations that would be necessary to prove Michael's theories. "Commander if I come up with anything new or show evidence proving your ideas correct I'll let you know."
(Michael- Sorry about taking so long)
Paikea had always considered himself a well rounded scientist but he had to admit that he didn't know as much as he would like about volcanology or other geologic phenomana. Because of this Paikea had emersed himself in mountains of padds concerning volcanoes, terraforming, planetary shifts, and anything else that might help in this situation. While there was no chance that they would be able to save the colony, Paikea knew that the colonist would want to know what happened and if it was possible to reverse the damage done to the planet.
~I don't know why they would want to live on a big volcano planet, but if it floats their boat, who am I to judge~ Paikea thought as he took a moment to himself.
"Computer what is the hour?" Paikea asked hoping that he would have to time to do something. Pai had the tendancy to study for hours without taking a break.
"0315 hours"
"Well I guess that means I won't be doing anything again," Paikea said as he pushed away the padds and headed towards the replicator. As he grabbed a small snack, Paikea made himself a promise to try and make more friends. "But for now I got work to do."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2011 18:15:52 GMT
ooc: thank you michael for the compliment on my last post. it was a JP with Mr Savot. Apologies for taking a while to post.
“That’s the number Administrator Torthun gave us.” The number was remarkably high as the XO briefly did the math in her head. It exceeded everything the specs stated but the mission was critical.
"How on earth are we going to host so many people," the Romulan exclaimed, glancing around in utter horror. "We don't have the space for so many."
“You’re going to have to get onto Cmdr. TEG about his housing efforts. These quarters will be tight and time limited. And tell Cmdr. Chan that responsibilities are going to be increased greatly.” Captain Jackson sighed.
"Not only that, people will need to give up their private space and bunk together. Cargobays may need to be utilized..." S'reena sighed; an Intrepid was only so big. She shook her head in dismay. "I'll have a word with TEG," she replied, before taking her leave.
What a way to start a day, she mused as she walked back onto the bridge. She accessed one of the terminals at the rear of the bridge and checked on diagnostic scans. It was a habit coming from her time as science officer, something she could never pass up. "Commander Chan and Commander TEG, please report to my office as soon as possible."
(TEG/Chan)
The Romulan headed a deck down to her own small workspace, grateful for the moment of privacy. Her life had been in chaos off late, especially with the disappearance and return of the El-Salvador, and Savot showing up out of nowhere, holding her daughter by the hand. And now, Yarna kept crying about the fact that she missed the stoic Vulcan commodore. It just couldn't get any worse, with Jeisen also being sick again.
Sighing yet again, she sank down in her chair and buried her face in her hands, rubbing her eyes before running her hands up through her hair. "Michael, can you go check on Yarna soon?"
=^=Of course love, I should be home in about an hour. I'll pick them all up from school before then. Are you going to be long?=^=
"Quite likely. We have to house 2700 refugees and we need to find space to put them. I may be all evening. Don't stay up for me, I know you need to be in surgery early tomorrow."
=^=Don't worry about me, those refugees need somewhere to say. If necessary we have the room to spare too, we'll just lodge the children with us if necessary.=^=
"That we could," S'reena agreed. "Hopefully I'll see you tonight. Thank you Michael, I love you."
=^=Love you too babe.=^= The channel went silent, leaving the first officer alone with her thoughts until the summoned officers would arrive.
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Lorna Holsen
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Jun 26, 2011 11:18:41 GMT
Lorna supposed it was some sort of poetic justice, she had been talking to TEG at the same point that Commander Apiana had turned up in sickbay to inform her about the Ultritium. The ships sensors were keeping a look out for Nu wavelength emissions but Lorna was left pondering the dangers.
She had seen radiation burns and radiation poisoning of various types. She was sitting in her office writing out decontamination procedures and all of the other protocols that would be involved if unstable ultritium made it on board. There were so many things to consider and she knew what the stakes were and what would happen if something was missed.
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Post by SA. Stacey Jackson [Ret] on Jun 30, 2011 19:17:02 GMT
Everything was underway and despite initial errors in the amount of people they would need to evacuate Stacey had high hopes that this would be a rather easy mission. At least from where she was sitting, the amount of work Commander TEG and his engineering team had reported doing would have been impossible to believe if it had not been for the fact she had seen it for herself.
She leaned forward with a heavy sigh as she tapped her computer console. “Bridge, get me a comm. Channel to the Starbases medical centre, and inform Doctor Holsen that she can begin picking up any supplies she feels needed in… ten minutes.”
“Channel open Captain, patching it to your ready room.” Came the swift response from the bridge.
“This is Captain Jackson of the U.S.S Rainier can I speak to the Doctor in charge please.” A few moments passed before she got any response.
“This is Doctor Robinson, how may we help you Captain.” The voice seemed polite enough, but the tone told her he was most likely very busy.
“I won’t take much of your time Doctor, Rainier is about to engage in a priority one evacuation mission, my Chief Medical Officer will require extra supplies, her or one of her staff will be over shortly to arrange it.. I’d appreciate expediency as we are on a rather tight deadline.” Stacey replied quickly as she skimmed over a report that had been left on her desk.
“I’ll see what I can do Ma’am, Robinson out.” The channel closed and Stacey took a deep breath. “Good, I can risk a break then.” She said idly to herself.
***Three Days later***
Stacey had not ventured out on to the bridge much in the last three days, Crew who bothered to watch her close enough would have picked up that it was more the normal rather than an odd thing. Stacey didn’t see the need to watch over the bridge crew much and unlike other Captains she had known she didn’t relish the feeling of power sitting in the centre chair could give someone. She was content to allow junior officers to gain experience while she kept an eye on things from her ready room.
Taking a deep breath, she tapped her hand on the desk and whispered. “I’m coming.” A few moments later the comm. channel opened and a voice said. “Captain, we are being hailed.”
Stacey stepped out of her office and looked around the bridge. “Where is Commander Aaron’s.” She asked as she looked to the helm station.
“He went to sort out his quarters Captain.” Came the reply from behind. Stacey closed her eyes for a few moments and her breathing slowed slightly. “Someone bring me the plans for who is asked to share quarters.” She motioned to the viewscreen and said. “I’m ready.”
It took several minutes for her to assure the leader of the colony that they would make it in time and do their best to accommodate everybody, he wasn’t convinced but it was his job to question and make sure it was the lives of his people he was trying to save. The viewscreen went black and Stacey sighed slightly as a Padd was handed to her.
She looked at it only for a few seconds before editing something and saying. “Captain Cornette may have my quarters if she prefers, I can sleep in my ready room.” It was a compromise, Captain’s had earned a certain degree of privileges, and her office had arrangements for sleeping already.
Stacey handed back the Padd and let out a deep breath. “Increase speed to warp nine.” Tapping her comm. badge she said. “Commander Hope please meet me in Engineering.”
**Engineering**
Stacey stepped into Engineering, she went largely unnoticed as they were over worked as it was. She looked around for a moment everybody had their eyes glued to a console. She walked up behind Commander TEG and said. “Commander, you and your staff have done excellently in the past few days, I’ll make sure they get an extra few days next time we are scheduled for shore leave.” She looked down at the console he had been looking at and said. “I have some concerns about the power drain this will put on the warp core, Life support alone will be worked to it’s maximum capacity and this ship has not ye had to deal with anything even close to it.”
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“Then there is the replicators, sonic showers. Transporters and all the extra medical equipment.” She shook her head slightly. “As soon as we start taking on refugees, lock out all areas of power waste.. Replicator’s to only provide basic nutritional needs that kind of thing.. I don’t want us to need rescuing ourselves.”
<Tag TEG>
“Thank you Commander, keep up the good work and please pass on my thanks and admiration to the rest of your staff.” With that Stacey turned and looked to Hope who she had sensed walked in a few moments earlier. “Commander, walk with me.”
<Tag Hope>
She began to walk with Hope next to her. “Commander, when you take the team down to begin evacuations keep everyone together as much as possible, things are going to get very hectic and I don’t want any mistakes or shenanigans.”
<Tag Hope>
“Good, and if you decide to fall down any holes you better be comfy I’ll liable to leave you there!” She added jokingly.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2011 19:53:11 GMT
Her eyes watched the small screen intently, the pale blue of her eyes making her already small pupils seem even smaller that stare had scared the life out of many a young officer. It took a few more seconds for the connection to be established. “This is a priority communication Captain, level ten clearance make sure your alone.” Her voice was cold and distant. She stared at Cornette on the screen as if trying to scrutinize her every facial movement. Admiral Cain if she chose to would probably make a killing at the poker tables.
“Captain Cornette, or do you prefer Diplomat Cornette these days?” Her voice now slightly mocking and yet still cold. “I am not pleased with the way things have shaped up for your new vessel, I am sure someone with your vast Command experience can share my concern, and what concerns me even more is the one Captain on that vessel with that experience is stripped of Command rights.”
She leaned forward now her stare still persistent. “Stacey Jackson is a Counsellor, she had no business being put on the Command path never mind in Command, Starfleet needs Captain’s who can make decisions.” She paused. “Tough decisions without spending an eternity pretending she is still teaching ethics to a bunch of cadets.”
“Now Captain, it is only fair for you to know and understand I am sticking my neck out on this one, That Jackson isn’t doing your career any favours, think about it… Who gains from your continued humiliation.” She again paused. “A lot of those people on that ship ‘were’ your crew are you happy with who is leading them.. or are you smart enough to see a political appointment when you see one.”
“Right now the Admirals only hear what she has to say, if someone was to keep an eye out for actions and conduct unbecoming that might normally not be noticed.. that can only be for the best.” She leaned back. “For all concerned, Cain out.”
The screen went black and Cain took a deep breath, “Shoe is on the other foot now ‘Counsellor’ Jackson.” Cain didn’t like Cornette either the woman had made a mockery of herself after Majesty, but Cain was willing to ignore that for now she wanted to be sure Jackson got what was coming to her, ten years she had waited and now it was so close.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2011 18:39:25 GMT
“Commander, walk with me.”
The Romulan rose to her feet and followed the captain out. "Of course ma'am," she replied formally, not sure what was going on. She was still waiting on TEG and Chan to report in to her, which was taking longer than what she was used to, when she'd given an order to report.
She began to walk with Hope next to her. “Commander, when you take the team down to begin evacuations keep everyone together as much as possible, things are going to get very hectic and I don’t want any mistakes or shenanigans.”
"Or what ma'am?" The Romulan looked confused at the slang-word, despite having been born and raised on Earth. "I have no intention of lettting the away team plit up," she added, surprised that she even needed to be told.
“Good, and if you decide to fall down any holes you better be comfy I’ll liable to leave you there!” She added jokingly.
"I'll endeavour not to fall down ma'am. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to hunt down commanders TEG and Chan, they are overdue in reporting in."
(TEG, CHAN, still waiting for you two to respond to my previous post. some reply would be useful about now)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2011 0:21:12 GMT
Re: Holsen--- "Doctor, your transporter suspension idea is a good one, but I'd like to hold off on using any energy we don't have to use simply so we won't have to shutdown systems in order to jump to warp in an emergency. I also feel that our ship modifications are coming along well, and should be able to hold everyone, able-bodied or not. However, if you are concerned about being able to treat everyone in a timely manner, I could install stasis units in one section to suspend those that will require major surgery."
(Tag Holsen) ----------------- Re: Hope
TEG quickly passed off assignments, and made his way toward the XO's office. On his way, he kept being bombarded by crew members needing him to sign off on design modifications, and solve minor engineering issues. It took him nearly 40 minutes to make it from Engineering to the Commander's Deck Two Office. He pressed the call key, and there was not response.
=^= TEG to Commander Hope =^=
(tag Hope)
=^= Apologies ma'am, it took a while to get everything in order. =^=
(tag Hope)
=^= Roger that, I'll wait. =^= ------------ Re: Jackson TEG had barely made it back to Engineering, and was working on encorporating some of the Commander's requests into the designs, when he got the fright of his life...
“Commander, you and your staff have done excellently in the past few days, I’ll make sure they get an extra few days next time we are scheduled for shore leave.” Capt. Jackson looked down at the console he had been looking at and said. “I have some concerns about the power drain this will put on the warp core, Life support alone will be worked to it’s maximum capacity and this ship has not ye had to deal with anything even close to it.”
"Captain, I believe the ship can handle it, with the Fusion Reactors supplementing the power from the warp core." TEG replied.
“Then there is the replicators, sonic showers. Transporters and all the extra medical equipment.” She shook her head slightly. “As soon as we start taking on refugees, lock out all areas of power waste. Replicator’s to only provide basic nutritional needs that kind of thing... I don’t want us to need rescuing ourselves.”
"I had that same thought Captain. However, I've taken into account most sources of power drain, and as long as we are at warp, we can use the Impulse Engines to supplement our power needs, as well as the backup reactors and battery backups. I had planned on limiting replicator patterns available from all but the engineering replicators and the quartermaster's replicators, as we may need to make spare parts, and the quartermaster will need to make suitable blankets and clothing for the refugees." Replied TEG
“Thank you Commander, keep up the good work and please pass on my thanks and admiration to the rest of your staff.” With that Stacey turned and looked to Hope who she had sensed walked in a few moments earlier. “Commander, walk with me.”
As the Captain and Commander left engineering, he went back to finalized the design modifications and then began working on the necessary formulas required to balance all the sources of energy with the demand, and make sure that the EPS conduits were capable of distributing that much energy. He then realized that he was going to have to double the number powercouplings on the ship, and add more intercoolers to the system in order to compensate. "Oi Vey" he mumbled, before setting about figuring out what was needed where.
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Kaylana Cornette
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Post by Kaylana Cornette on Jul 7, 2011 3:33:59 GMT
Michael passed through the corridors to his quarters. The doors opened as he entered casually. He stopped at the sight of Kay, who paused as she took notice of him.
“Oh?!” he turned and looked at the door confused. He turned back. “What are you doing here?” The confusion on his face coupled with the awkwardness of the situation held for a good pause.
“I’m going to be staying here for a while… until we complete this mission.”
A myriad of questions swirled about him as he shifted slightly. “Okay, why?”
Kay looked at him with exasperation. “Don’t pretend you don’t know we’ve all been asked to double up. I volunteered to stay here… I didn’t think you’d mind …and no one else seemed interested.” She chastised herself for tagging on a spiteful remark. Kay didn’t want to be snide with him, but somehow he always brought it out of her.
He looked innocently at her. “Hey, you’re the one invading my space. It took me by surprise, is all.”
Kay turned back to unpacking her small bag, wildly stuffing clothes into one of his empty drawers.
He moved behind her and slid his arms gently around her waist hugging her close. “Don’t be that way. I’m glad you’re here.”
She softened at his touch and smiled a tad as she slowly unfolded his arms from around her. She turned, still holding his hands in hers and leveled her gaze into his eyes. “Our behavior needs to be above reproach while I’m here. I have enough baggage attached to my reputation to add idle gossip to it. And, we’re supposed to get quite a few roomies. Besides all that, an engineering team will be here to modify the room into two separate sleeping quarters.”
Aarons dropped her hands from his. “That’s no fun.”
“Exactly,” Kay said, her tone an unlikely mix of professionalism and disappointment. “One good thing about it is that we will get to know each other better. I’ll find out what habits of yours I need to fix.”
“I don’t think you’re joking.”
“To be fair,” she added, “I’ll let you fix one of my quirks to every three of yours.”
“Mathematically, you’re indicating that I’m three times more annoying than you are.”
“What is it they say? Numbers don’t lie?” Kay giggled at her parlance.
She moved to the bedroom area and Michael padded along after her. “If you don’t mind, I’ll take your bed.”
Michael noted it didn’t sound like she was making a request.
“I hear they’re moving in cots for the temporary beds.” Then she added with mock haughtiness, “I can’t sleep on a cot.” She turned down the covers and inspected the sheets. “Hmm… I half expected to see cartoon superheroes on your sheets.”
<tag Aarons>
Unexpectedly, the modification team arrived and shooed the two occupants from the room. Kay suggested they get something to eat at the Officer’s Lounge while they waited for the team to finish. Michael agreed and they headed off together.
En route to the lounge, a young ensign intercepted them, handing Kay a PADD. “From Captain Jackson, ma’am.” He waited while Kay read.
“Thank you Ensign,” she said while handing it back. He nodded and walked away.
Kay and Michael continued on to the Officer’s Lounge.
“What did it say?” Michael had been patiently waiting for her to share as they took a seat in the Lounge.
“I’m not certain what to make of it.” The waiter interrupted them and they ordered from the limited menu. The replicator rationing had already begun so there wasn’t much to choose from. The waiter left and Michael again asked about the message from Jackson.
Kay began hesitantly. “Have you ever had the feeling that someone’s being too nice? And, no matter how hard you try to avoid thinking it, you feel there’s an ulterior motive for their niceness?”
Michael cocked his head at her, hoping she would elaborate.
“The Captain has offered me her quarters. She says she’ll be staying in her ready room.”
“Are you going to take her up on it?” He looked away so she wouldn’t read his expression.
“Let’s see,” Kay stuck her two hands out, palms up, over the table, gesturing an imaginary scale. “On the one hand, I share a room with an overly amorous young man,” she briefly arched her eyebrow with sultry intent, “and several strangers, packed in a cramped space.” Her left hand went down toward the table. “Or, on the other hand, I occupy a luxurious Captain’s Cabin, something I had become accustomed to, mind you, with all the spaciousness and quiet it affords,” she said as her right hand tipped down, and the other rose.
“Looks like you’ve made up your mind to me.” Michael stared toward the galley. “Where is that waiter with our food?”
“Michael,” Kay waited until he looked at her. “I haven’t decided yet,” Kay said seriously. “As I prefaced earlier, the whole thing makes me feel suspicious. I didn’t tell you before, but Admiral Cain ripped into me when she was here… totally unprovoked, totally unfounded, and right in front of our Captain… and Jackson did nothing.”
The topic shifted suddenly as the food arrived. Kay had taken no less than three bites when the waiter interrupted them again by placing a PADD under her nose.
“What now?” questioned Aarons.
“Not sure,” Kay answered quietly. “But, the rest of my sandwich will have to wait.” She got up quickly and walked around to Michael, giving him a tiny peck on the cheek. “I’ll explain later, if I can.” And with that, she trotted off.
Using the entry code Jackson had included in her message, Cornette opened the door to the Captain’s quarters. She felt strange walking in without someone there to invite her, but this was the only secure location she could access. Her personal quarters were in the midst of TEG’s redesign as was Aarons’.
Kay sat at the Captain’s desk and typed in her clearance codes as the face of Admiral Cain, austere and unyielding, materialized in front of her.
“This is a priority communication, Captain, level ten clearance. Make sure you are alone.”
Kay sat expressionless as Cain laid bare her plans. Though the Admiral tried to be subtle, Cornette saw through her expertly veiled intent.
The duality was evident. Cain extolled Kay’s past command experience with the skill of a used car salesman as she bluntly criticized Jackson’s inexperience. She planted seeds of discord by alluding to Jackson’s stifling of Kay’s career and then Cain watered it with the unspoken sentiments of the Majesty’s crew. She tickled Kay’s ears with words of ‘political appointment’ and ‘keeping an eye out for actions and conduct unbecoming… that can only be for the best - for all concerned’.
A small wave of satisfaction washed over Kay as Cain’s features faded and the screen went dark. Cain had injected hope into Kay’s mind; hope that she could win back her own command. The hope was soon replaced, however, with the memory of Cain’s words that day in the corridor.
The short, face-to-face encounter with Cain had left a bitter taste in Kay’s mouth for both the Admiral and Jackson. Flatly, she didn’t trust either of them. The haranguing she had endured from Cain was still fresh in her mind though Captain Jackson’s silence during the incident had cut an even deeper and lasting wound. “No Captain worth her salt would let someone… anyone, no matter their rank… publicly harass their crew.” Why shouldn’t she help Cain bring Jackson down? As Cain said, Jackson’s ousting would ‘only be for the best - for all concerned’.
Muddying the waters was the mutual loathing Cain and Jackson shared. Kay speculated. Had this carrot been offered only to ruin Jackson? Was the Admiral’s dislike for the Rainier’s commander so intense that she forgot Kay might be an unwilling ally?
Kay sat pondering for a long time before returning to the Officer’s Lounge. As she had guessed, Aarons was gone having tired of waiting on her. She took a seat and again began mulling over Cain’s words and thinking up a plausible tale to tell Michael.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2011 20:33:25 GMT
JP S'reena & Stacey
After speaking with Chan and TEG, S'reena sought out her commanding officer, and friend. “Stacey, can I have a word with you? In private please?”
Stacey looked up her black eyes hovered over S'reena for a moment before she motioned to the couch on the side of the ready room. "Please take a seat S'reena." She pulled a Padd out of her desk drawer and stood up to join her friend on the couch.
S'reena sat, clearly ill at ease. “I'm leaving the Rainier,” she said, finding it no use to just run around the subject. “It's not because I feel I'm not up to the task here, I do enjoy working with you. But my children are miserable here. They miss their friends on the El-Salvador.” She looked genuinely saddened.
She nodded slowly as she moved a strand of hair out of her field of vision. "I know." Stacey took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. "You need to do what is best for your children, I know that better than most." She handed the Padd to S'reena. "Your request is granted and your relieved of duty." She patted S'reena on the side of the arm and said. "Your following me around was getting a tad creepy anyway." She smiled slightly.
To that, the Romulan had no choice but to laugh. She relaxed as though a burden fell off her shoulders. “I have already spoken with Commodore Savot,” she confessed, “and he has accepted my transfer and offered me the position of First Officer. My only problem now is how to get to the El-Salvador as soon as possible.”
"I know that too." Stacey replied with a nod, as she stood up and turned to look out the window, the black spotted with white streaks as Rainier moved at high warp. She closed her eyes for a few moments. "I have already spoken with Captain Hooper, the USS Hobart is a few days away, but they won't be able to catch us in high warp." She took another deep breath.
"And we don't have any shuttles to spare, and the ship looks funny without the Captain's Yacht.. you and your family will need to make us of an escape pod, the Hobart will pick you up.. She's a Defiant class so it won't be a luxury cruise but she'll get you to El Salvador or a base where you can be picked up."
“Seven people in an escape pod?” S'reena frowned, though she was glad she wasn't claustrophobic. “I suppose for the children it might seem a roller coaster ride.” She looked up, smiling. “Could be...fun?”
Stacey looked down and to her side at S'reena with a slight smile. "I'd take a book or two if I were you." She looked back out of the window. "And earplugs." giving a slight shrug Stacey rubbed her forehead. "I hope you and your family find what you need on El Salvador."
“I think we will.” S'reena reached out, taking her hands. “Thank you, for everything. I'll keep in touch, I promise.”
Squeezing slightly Stacey replied. "No thank you my friend, I probably wouldn't be here without you." Stacey sighed and looked down with a frown. "I'll get you for that one day." She let go of S'reena's hand and tapped her comm. badge. "Bridge drop us out of warp." A few seconds later the ship suddenly stopped and the white streaks became static white dots. "You have forty minutes Commander." *Looking down with a raised eyebrow she added. "I can't hold off longer than that, and make sure you do a headcount before you push off."
“Yes ma'am,” the Romulan replied as she got to her feet. Exactly forty minutes later, an escape pod shot away from the Rainier, carrying two adults and five children.
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Jul 17, 2011 11:03:22 GMT
Triage, stasis, transporter suspension, radiation burns ... There were a lot of things on Lorna's mind when she recieved notification that one of her assistants, Lt Michael Hope was being reassigned. She wasn't entirely surprised, a little bit of poking revealled that S'reena was also leaving. Back to the El Salvador if the directions Lorna had been given for transfer of their medical histories was any indication. She was very sorry to see them go but she gathered that their children were unhappy and, if there was one thing Lorna understood about families, it was that you had to do everything you could keep your family together particularly if you were been sent hither and thither by starfleet. She storted the records, triple checked that they were up date and sent her own farewell message to the Hope family although with starfleet being what it was the chances were good that they'd run into each other again some time.
Thinking about family reminded her that she had messaged her mother or brother in a while. Since was technically off duty she started writing.
'Hi Mum, It's been a while, sorry about that. Cris and I are all settled in on the Rainer now. Things are keeping me busy as always. I was interested to here about your radition observations of Hydraxis III.... '
The message lasted a full fifteen minutes and then Lorna transmitted it to Captain Sarah Holsen, USS Feynmann
'Nicky, it was good to hear that you and Jacey are still going strong, yes, I know that wasn't exactly what you told me but I have my sources. You know you should keep your big sister updated about these things...'
Again a full ten minutes of chat. She thought it likely that there would be another wedding in the family fairly soon. Lorna transmitted this message to Commander Nicholas Holsen, USS Antilles. With that done she returned to her quarters to get some sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2011 12:26:47 GMT
Nathan had no complaints about the shuttle ride which would bring him and his family to the Rainier. The pilot took the swiftest and fastes course available to him, and the transit only took a few days. The shuttle was spaceous enough for him and Jayden to entertain the two children, and even enjoy a sense of privacy. On occasion, Jayden switched places with the pilot so that the poor man could take a well deserved rest too.
Two days later, the shuttlecraft caught up with the Rainier, which dropped out of warp only long enough for the family to be beamed on board. The shuttle veered off to return to the El-Salvador, while Nathan looked around the transporter room, wondering why there was no-one here to meet them.
"You go see the quartermaster, and see about our belongings being transferred, I'll go report in." Nathan left his husband behind and quite on automatic went to sickbay. It was out of pure habit that he did, and only when he went into the CMO's office did he realise he was in the wrong place. Shaking his head, smiling to himself, the doctor walked out again. "Oh hello doctor," he greeted as he spotted the resident CMO. "I apologize for getting in your office."
Nathan held out his hand. "I just got here, and forgot that this time I'm not the CMO." He smiled. "Doctor Nathan van Breughel, your new counselor."
(Lorna)
"It's a pleasure to meet you doctor. I'll return later but I should head for the bridge now and report in." He smiled again and this time headed where he originally meant to go: the bridge. Intrepid class, how different it looked from the Sovereign class, he mused as he stepped onto the bridge.
He smiled as he spotted El-Salvador's former chief counselor and waited for her to notice him. He could see she was busy, so he didn't want to interrupt anything.
(Jackson)
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Michael Aarons
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Boldly going forward 'cause I can't find reverse
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Post by Michael Aarons on Jul 23, 2011 23:59:31 GMT
"Commander if I come up with anything new or show evidence proving your ideas correct I'll let you know."Ultritium-368, the heavy yield isotope was not simple to procure nor naturally occurring in nature. The process required fusing the neutrons into the base substance without causing it to become unstable and destruct. The fruits of such manufacture ranged from planetary energy reserves to quantum torpedoes or even subspace weapons. In the case of a planet whose geothermal power is tapped to power a reactor, the mishandling could cause a chain reaction that could tear the planet up internally. ~Some time later~[Kay] moved to the bedroom area and Michael padded along after her. “If you don’t mind, I’ll take your bed.”“Go ahead; it never did me any good.” Her following comments to the effect of superhero adorned bed sheets were met with a dry response. Unexpectedly, two men from the modification team arrived. Their plan was to modify the schematic of the room. “Come on,” Kay beckoned, “I’m sure we can find something in the Officer’s Lounge.” She tugged lightly on his arm as to not incite difficulty; Michael could be extremely rigid. Walking half-consciously to the door, he stopped. “Be just a minute, alright?” he said as he turned and beckoned the two yellow-shirts to a private word in the bedroom. Kaylana couldn’t quite make out what was being said as she waited. After two minutes, it seemed, they emerged with a peculiar sight Kay thought. The two men seemed so pale which was nonetheless overshadowed by the overconfident grin on Aarons’ face. “Now I’m sure you two have a lot of important things to be doing so I won’t hold you up.” The doors closed behind them as the modification team remained. The two men looked to each other and finally to the door before making a hasty exit. ~~~~~“…So what did it say?” Michael had been patiently waiting for her to share the news of Kay’s recent message as they took a seat in the Lounge. Michael cocked his head at her, hoping she would elaborate. “The Captain has offered me her quarters. She says she’ll be staying in her ready room.” “Are you going to take her up on it?” He looked away so she wouldn’t read his expression. Kay’s explanation relied on a weighted scale of incentives and inconveniences. “Looks like you’ve made up your mind to me.” Her avoidance of a straight answer often hid her uncomfortable decisions. “Michael,” Kay waited until he looked at her. “I haven’t decided yet,” Kay said seriously. She followed with tale of political deceit and unrest which went above his head. Kay proved to be even more popular as within three bites of her meal, she was already being bothered again by some messenger. She left in a resulting feeling of emptiness for Aarons as he sat alone, only his meal remaining. “You think any of that was real back there; about all that?” the nervous modification team member asked. “I don’t know,” the other responded unsure. “Remember that time he tried convincing everyone that Rachel was a robot of Cmdr. TEG’s own design?” “Are we sure on that? You never really see her that much and she is remarkably flat in most cases.” “All I know is I’m not going in there anymore.” The other agreed as they headed off to the next stop. Michael mulled over the complications surrounding him; it wasn’t like the two of them even had a relationship. The word dangled on his mind that he should think of it that way. What did he expect of her anyway? He finished eating and, having persuaded the waiter otherwise that Kay would be back for her sandwich, moved off. He walked back to his quarters unsure of the arrangements now that Kay was becoming so popular with the seniority onboard. He entered his quarters and stood to look at the condition of it: just as he’d left it. “Good. Just as it should be.” On Griztek IV, in one of the textile buildings, many hands were busy moving out as a part of evacuation. “Move it, move it. I want this concluded before next tremor!” The state of the building wouldn’t allow it to withstand the tectonic forces of another tremor. The workers struggled hard to grab what could in the space of time before the building was subject to the ravages of the great cataclysm. “We’ve got most of everything out and we’re running checks to make sure no one gets left behind…” Suddenly, the commotion of part of the upper floor collapsing erupted. Off on another part of the colony, a great air vent ruptured spraying boiling water on nearby citizens to dangerous effect.
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Jul 30, 2011 18:51:23 GMT
Final preparations were underway in sickbay, there were lines of medkits each equipped with a bundle of colour coded transporter tags ready for planet side triage The red tags were emergencies and would give instant transport to sickbay while the yellows were more minor injuries and the greens were those simply requiring a check over. It was all about priorities. Lorna had given her final briefings and had sent all but a skeleton medical staff to get some rest. She would be heading for her quarters soon to take her own advice, goodness only knew when she would get another chance. She had ensured that each person that was going planetside was as well prepared as they could be. Despite that, Lorna knew full well that there was no way to prepare for the chaos they would find planetside. She was heading to her office to grab a few moments to herself and allow Cris the same back in their quarters. She couldn't forget that her wife would be leading one of the teams planetside. She trusted Cris to do her job but it didn't stop her worrying, however, she wasn't going to worry in their quarters, that simply wasn't fair.
Lorna approached her office and was surprised to see a brown haired man that she she didn't recognise walking out of the room.
"Oh hello doctor," he greeted as he spotted her. "I apologise for getting in your office."
Lorna quirked an eyebrow a little confused. She was sure she hadn't seen this man before which suggested that he had only just arrived, or her memory was starting to go.
Nathan held out his hand. "I just got here, and forgot that this time I'm not the CMO." He smiled. "Doctor Nathan van Breughel, your new counselor." Lorna broke into a smile. "Pleased to meet you Dr van Breughel. I'm Lorna Holsen. You are welcome in my sickbay although I'd rather it wasn't because medical services are needed." She shook the offered hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you doctor. I'll return later but I should head for the bridge now and report in."
"Of course, I'll be here for the next hour or so. It would be good to fill you in on our plans for the current mission. Your support will be invaluable."
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Kaylana Cornette
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Creativity is allowing oneself to make mistakes; art is knowing which ones to keep.
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Post by Kaylana Cornette on Aug 2, 2011 4:26:18 GMT
Joint post of Aarons and Cornette
“Are you sure I can’t bring you another drink?” the waiter asked her for the third time. He kept wondering if she was waiting on the young man to return. “I believe the Commander was on his way somewhere else,” he offered gently, as if not to hurt her feelings.
“No,” Kay said without looking at him, “I’m really leaving this time.” Although she hadn’t come up with anything brilliant, she would think of something on the fly to tell the curious Aarons. She thanked the waiter and left.
Pensively, she walked back to her temporary quarters. Pausing at the door, she dallied with the thought of using her access code and entering. It was her assigned quarters, after all. Instead, she thought better of it and rang the chime. There was no answer. He must not be there, she surmised, and entered her code.
As each somber lament strummed by, the eyes slowly grew out of focus until Michael was in a trance like state. The thoughts of the day drifted him off to sleep one… step… at… a… ti-
Michael wanted to surprise Kay. He knew she’d love it and the desire to treat her was like an impulse that drove his every thought.
It would just be around the corner, and down the hall, then take another corner… or two… and few more hallways that never seemed to end. Searching fruitlessly it wasn’t there in the drawer. Every single one of them, bare of any trace; he had to find it.
The mish-mash decorum, whose other end never came, passed by with the weighted speed of lead feet. The nagging eternity, in which he had little time, before Kay would return stayed on his thoughts as he sought desperately for that which only his instincts told was there, somewhere, if ever.
He was sitting, relaxed, eyes closed, possibly sleeping. Playing softly in the background was Gustav Holst’s suite The Planets; Venus, the Bringer of Peace movement. She knew it because she often listened to it herself. She smiled as she thought how alike they were… even concerning things they had never discussed. She moved closer to him and watched his chest rise and fall, slowly and rhythmically. He was definitely asleep.
Sitting down quietly beside him, she tried not to rouse him. The couch was soft and his nearness was comforting. She closed her eyes and inhaled the calm the music breathed into the room. It was nice to finally quit thinking. Cain and Jackson could wait until tomorrow. Her head dipped slightly and found a comfortable place to nestle on his shoulder. Soon, she was also asleep.
Hours passed before Aarons’ eyelids fluttered open. The further instincts told him something was different; he’d totally spaced out on the music! But then there was something else different. As the fog slowly removed itself, only lingering memories of hallways and the promised existence of some gift remained in the rattrap of his mind. He slowly became aware of Kay sleeping cozily beside him. A dainty snore, if in fact snores can be dainty, respired from her which made him grin.
She stirred lazily and stretched her neck to look at him. A sleepy smile spread across her face. “You make a nice pillow.”
The thought was welcome; how might he then screw it up? “And you snore.” Why, did he have to say that!?
She frowned at him. “I do not. Why do people keep saying that?” She pretended to fluff his shoulder as if it were a cushion and snuggled back into her earlier position.
What should have seemed unusual to him now compelled him remain still if only it included his mouth. “Because it’s true.” He rolled his neck slightly. The awkwardness of the position had taken its effects on him even though he felt immensely drawn to it now.
“Anything wrong?” she asked him.
“Nah, just a crick in my neck.”
Kay sat up. “I hope I didn’t cause it.”
He wasn’t about to admit if it was. “No, it’s probably from sleeping sitting up.”
She shifted and gently grabbed his shoulders. “Turn around.”
“What?”
“Face the door. I’ll rub your neck for you.”
That he would never have expected. Even more so the reality of the situation seemed almost a fantasy. But from where was he pulling these thoughts? In earnest he had never so objectified her to his passions. On the other hand, the generally reticent captain had only recently pioneered an affection towards him.
Do not screw this up! his mind raged. Almost as tangible, the time they spent on the holodeck had slurred its own reality to the point Michael could barely believe it was any more real than the hallways and fruitless searching he had dreamt only moments ago. He eagerly turned. Awkward or not, he wasn’t going to turn down a massage.
She expertly found pressure points and worked the muscles perfectly. Kay could feel almost empathically the reactions under her fingers as the newfound clarity filled his mind.
The pulses swished themselves over his back; the idea that he could be so irresponsible with his posturing was staggering. “So, where did you learn to do this?” he asked a little warily.
Kay stopped for a split second wondering if she should bring up her name. “Liz,” she finally said. She sensed his tension as his former lover’s name was spoken. Her massage continued and he quickly relaxed again. “Remember back on the Majesty when my mind got sucked into the computer? My body laid there for quite a while. Once I was put back together the stiffness in my limbs was nearly unbearable. Janeway taught me some Vulcan relaxation and neuro-pressure techniques to help me.”
“She was a good teacher…” he slurred as Kay’s fingertips created a euphoric effect. Indeed there was merit to what she said. The agonizing disjointing between body and mind was staggering. Even as she stole from him the pangs of his frail Human form, the lingering terror of his experiences tickled his memories. The only thing he could do was just let her do all the thinking. After all, that’s what she was good at.
“I’ve been thinking…” she said cautiously.
Michael turned sharply and looked at her wondering if Liz had taught her mind-melding as well.
“And?” A thousand scenarios played through his mind while he waited for her to go on.
“We both have our hang-ups… our pasts filled with hurts, disappointments… and our disparities… you’re younger, I’m not…” she said warning him with her eyes not to add anything to her statement. “You’re a Commander,” then she added playfully, “and I’m not… But, we have a few things going for us as well.”
She tenderly swept his hair to her preferred side of his face. “I’ll confess something that’s very difficult for me to admit.”
Her seriousness kept him still and he prepared himself for words he didn’t want to hear.
“I’ve come to a point in my life where I’m not happy being alone. I - need someone.” She blushed at her admission, but continued. “And if I read you correctly, I think you need someone too.”
Embarrassed by her frankness she looked away and asked the riskiest question of all. “Why don’t we try simply being two people exploring what they can be to each other? If it’s just friends… or if it’s more… at least we’ll have discovered what’s to be.”
Left without a word waiting to leave his mouth, it was so much of a suggestion that to process it made Michael blink. He did care for Kaylana. In the entirety of their service together, it wasn’t a feud for power and dominance, or a quest for authority. It was the realization that it was impossible for him to best such a strong woman whom had such depth.
He looked and there was such a human flavor to her as she feared the response. It dug in and so he wanted her all the more. Turning his gaze with a smile, he slid his fingers around hers, leaning in to gently touch a few words upon her ear.
She looked at him, puzzled, as her eyes scanned his expression.
“It means, ‘yes’.”
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Post by SA. Stacey Jackson [Ret] on Aug 8, 2011 6:10:54 GMT
Stacey carefully poured the scotch into her glass before replacing the lid on the bottle and placing it back in the bottom drawer of her desk, her hand gripped the glass the intricate design cut into the glass feeling odd in her hand.
She quickly raised the glass to her mouth and swallowed the contents in a single mouthful, her hand shot down almost as quickly and the glass made a dull thud as it hit her desk, she took a deep breath through clenched teeth. She rolled her neck and almost cringed at the sound of three cracks. Her door beeped and she gave a sigh as she said. “Enter.”
Her eyes locked on Palmer as he walked in with his hands mysteriously behind his back, he had a large grin on his face which made him all the more suspect. She closed her eyes for a moment her mind reaching out to meet his, they then suddenly opened. “How did you find out!?” She demanded.
Palmer pouted slightly. “You’re no fun Captain, Happy birthday regardless.” He pulled out a small gift wrapped box from behind her back, he handed it to her with a smile. Stacey gingerly took the box and looked up. “Thank You Lieutenant.”
He nodded, “You know during my investigation I noticed an anomaly in your personnel file; your age can’t possibly be fifty eight… the dates don’t match up. If my calculations and official records on Vulcan are to be believed, you’d need to be at least sixt…”
Her she glared at him with a look that could turn water into ice. “Finish that sentence and I’ll have your name shortlisted for every suicide mission Starfleet can think up.” She took a deep breath and smiled menacingly. “You know very well what killed the cat. Now, thank you for the gift. You’re dismissed.”
He gave a curt nod. “Of course, Ma’am.” He quickly turned and left her ready room as Stacey eyed the box in her hand she took a deep breath. “Damn birthday’s,” she muttered before tapping her comm. badge. “Captain Cornette please report to my ready room immediately.”
A peculiar grin curled his mouth, a look Kay had never seen before. She continued puzzling and searching his face for a hint of insincerity, or worse, a flicker of jest. Seeing neither, she finally reciprocated a smile - not so much to appear overeager, and careful not to cause dejection.
These were the cautious times. The birthing of a possible relationship where discoveries were made, promises whispered, and hearts laid bare. Kay chided herself to be careful. There were still areas of her heart, her mind and her profession she couldn’t share – with anyone. And yet, she was here at this crossroads in her life that made her want to try, if only for a while, to push back the loneliness.
Michael moved closer and the two met in a dulcet kiss.
=^= “Captain Cornette, please report to my ready room immediately.” =^=
Kay softly laughed, still mid-kiss, then pulled away slowly. Her eyes grew wide with playful eeriness. “It’s like she knows!” She tapped her comm. badge. “Cornette here. On my way, Captain.” Sighing heavily, she looked helplessly at him.
“Are you coming back?” Michael reeled from the roller coaster of emotions he was riding.
Kay shrugged. “Probably won’t take long. It’s most likely something to do with greeting the evacuees, or something equally as thrilling. I’m not sure Admiral Lin knew what he was doing by assigning me as a diplomat.” She hugged him tightly, yet briefly, and rose to leave.
Still holding her hand, Michael caused her to linger. Kay read his face. “I know… me too. But I’ll be back soon.” She squeezed his hand and they parted reluctantly.
As Cornette entered the captain’s ready room, she sensed a difference. She guessed it was because the lighting was dimmed – not unusual for this time aboard ship since it was observing night watch – or perhaps the difference was in Jackson. The Captain seemed unguarded and more relaxed than Kay had ever noticed before. A slight aroma of liquor was present which Kay surmised was attributing to Jackson’s casual manner.
“Captain.”
"Take a seat Kaylana." Stacey replied as she motioned for the one of the chairs positioned in front of her desk. "As you may be aware Commander Hope requested a transfer and has already left to meet up with her new assignment." Stacey leaned back and continued. "I have decided to make you her replacement as Executive Officer.”
Kay struggled to control the utter amazement from showing on her face.
“You will retain your rank of Captain." Stacey leaned forward and softly tilted her head. "However this ship will continue to have one Commanding Officer. You as any other Executive Officer in the fleet will defer to my orders and follow my lead." Stacey leaned back. "That was first and last time I will specify that."
That Jackson felt she had to specify it at all immediately told Kay her captain didn’t know her. Their estranged acquaintance caused Kay’s mind to wander as she recalled her early days on the Majesty. She and Kruse worked in tandem, building a professional relationship and bond with the crew like no other ship or crew she had ever experienced. Her own captaincy was enhanced by her Number One, Commander TEG, and his unswerving, steadfast friendship that endured even today. These examples had no similarity with the relationship between her and Jackson.
Jackson looked at her expectantly as Kay fumbled for words. “I… of course… As my record states, I’ve had years of experience as XO… I know what’s expected.” Kay continued to search for words. “But… Captain… I have to know… why me? Nothing up to this point and time has led me to believe we have even a hint at the type of rapport needed between a Captain and Executive Officer.” Kay’s mind flashed. The incident with Admiral Cain berating her as Jackson looked silently on kept her from wanting close ties with this woman. However, Kay couldn’t help but be reminded of the old saying, “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”
Stacey reached down and picked up a Padd, "This is the best position for you and your future, Captain. You must have realized by now I am the last Captain who needs a Diplomat, and you are too far used to the Command path to be anything else."
Kay did agree with her there. Although her tenure hadn’t been long, she was weary of the diplomatic rigmarole. As XO, she could contribute more, feel useful again and perhaps earn back a command of her own. The small seed of hope Admiral Cain had planted earlier began to sprout again.
Stacey took a deep breath. "One other thing Captain, Your 'relationship' with a certain helmsman hasn't gone unseen." Stacey took another deep breath. "I don't care who you date, but while you are on duty you will need to be mindful of the appearance of preferential treatment. You know as well as I do that when you are the Captain or XO you are under constant scrutiny."
“Of course, Captain,” Kay answered genuinely as a pang wrenched her heart. Michael. She had left him just moments ago with mutual thoughts of beginning a journey together and now, if she said yes to Jackson, she would again be required to distance herself from him. Would he understand? Did she want career over diminishing the loneliness?
The perceptive Jackson noticed Cornette’s inward struggle. “If you need time to give me your answer, I understand,” Stacey said sincerely.
Kay answered suddenly. “No. I don’t need any time.” She straightened slightly in her chair. “I accept your offer, ma’am.”
"Good." Stacey slid the padd across the desk, "Your command codes.. you know the drill memorize and delete." Stacey stood and walked over to her window. "We will reach our destination in about an hour when we get there you will lead the initial team and begin evacuation procedures."
Stacey turned and sighed. "I'll be on the bridge, you have an hour too rest or speak to who you need whoever you may need too." with that Stacey walked out of her ready room and onto the bridge.
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Aug 20, 2011 17:42:08 GMT
Cris Lieder The preparations for the evacuation were stretching the medical staff very thin. Cris had been trained in emergency medicine and triage but that didn't mean that it was easy for her to stay in this suspended state of high urgency for this long. Not to mention that the modifications being made to the ship on route had resulted in a higher than usual amount of ship board accidents and the resulting injuries.
Normally the Rainer's medical staff civilian and starfleet, half a dozen different races and lots of complicated pasts, intergrated very well and had settled in to support each other in whatever situation they found themselves in. In the last 18 hours there had been no fewer than three incidents where two overtired and frustrated members of the medical staff had ended up facing off against each other. One of the incidents had been squashed by Lorna stalking over and glaring at the two participants. The second incident had been fortuitiously ended because one of the participants had been summonded to cargo bay 3 to deal with an injuried. The third incident had ended because Cris and K'Lana had each tackled one of the participants and pinned then to the floor until they had calmed down.
Cris wasn't sure if Lorna knew about the two later confrontations, she suspected so but then she tended to credit her wife with a form of omniscence limited to sickbay and the medical staff. This waiting was wearing hard on all of them but it was hitting Lorna hardest of all as she had to keep up with all the information coming in, the loss of one of her assistants had also added to her wife's workload.
She knew that Lorna's shift had finished two hours ago but she wassn't expecting Lorna back in their quarters for another hour. She was busy tidying up and preparing a comforting dinner and a peaceful evening for the two of them. Lorna kept her work in her office and did her best not to clutter up their quarters with it. Cris appreciated the efforts that her wife went to, to do that.
If Lorna wasn't home by the time she was done here Cris was planning to take a large mocha, it was too late in the evening for straight coffee, and go and track her down and then get her back here by any means necessary.
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