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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2015 20:27:29 GMT
:: Continuation::
“The captain has offered to help look after them,” S’reena volunteered, “and would help arrange for classes for Kahlan and Yarna. Kahlan seems to have an interest in medical so I’m going to encourage that. And Yarna, she just adores Savot and made herself his assistant. He’s allowing her to do so too, which I greatly appreciate.”
Smiling slightly she nodded.”That is good, but it isn’t exactly what I was talking about, what are you doing with what little free time you have?” She leaned forward. “I know you fairly well, I know you're dedicated to both your children and your work, what that doesn’t leave much time for is yourself.” She took a slight breath. “Take up a hobby preferably one that gets you in contact with other adults on a non work level, a book club, sport or interpretive dance it doesn’t matter as long as you enjoy it and it gets you out of your quarters once in a while and not on the bridge or in a lab.” She sighed slightly. “Even if it is only for one hour a week, you need an hour to be just for you, allow yourself to be selfish for that hour and think about what makes you happy and relieves your stress.”
“I don’t really have any,” S’reena said after a moment’s thought. “My life has been all about the children for years now, I haven’t had a moment really to myself in a very long time. I wouldn’t know what to do with a moment to myself… I don’t even remember what I used to do with my free time, before I married Michael….”
Stacey took a deep breath and held it for a moment. “Well that needs to change, sooner rather than later, because if you don’t find a way to relieve stress which you can’t do when you're constantly concerned with keeping up a happy face for your kids then you're going to start to crack.” She paused for a moment.”You need some time in a space where you can just focus on yourself, you won’t have the luxury of doing that at home all the time and you certainly can’t do it on duty.”
“You know….” S’reena mused out loud, “we’ve known each other for so long, and I don’t even know what you do for fun? And don’t tell me I should go swimming because that really isn’t an option. But maybe a group meditation of sorts? Or uh...what is it called…”
She smiled for a moment. “I used to play poker once a fortnight, had a regular group who’d meet in a basement office at the Academy.” She shrugged her shoulders slightly. “Now I get buildings named after me and go to state dinners, not as much fun I grant you but then I have far less free time these days.” She shrugged slightly. “And when I really need some fun I like to imagine what it’d be like to sit on a beach having drinks brought to me by men half my age, but then an assistant reminds me I have a meeting to go too.”
She nodded slowly. “Group meditation would be good, I suggest you look into it, there is bound to be a group on this ship, there is for everything if you know who to ask.”
“What about organizing survival trips on the holodeck?” the younger woman asked.
“If that helps you relax then sure go for it, just make sure whatever you do is relaxing the point is to give yourself a break not add more responsibility to your life you have more than enough already.”
“You did say in a group setting that’d force me to interact with others. But teaching is work, of a sort even though I do like taking survival courses. I love to read, but a book club….that’s….for old people…”
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she ran a hand through her white hair. “I won’t take that personally.” She grinned a little as she added. “I am also positive that you will find most of them to be around your age, we old people have our own secret clubs, I’d tell you about it but you don’t know the special handshake.” She smiled as she raised an eyebrow. “But don’t worry you will.” She paused for dramatic effect and added. “One day.”
“Will be a while before I’m considered old, “S’reena chuckled, “Romulans do tend to live longer than your average species…”
She smiled and nodded. “That they do.” She took a deep breath and stood up.”I’ll write you a recommendation that you be declared mentally fit for duty.” She smiled again.”As for the girl go with your gut recommend she be seen by a Counsellor.” She walked over to her desk and took a deep breath. “I need to finish some work before Savot starts the briefing.”
“I’ll talk to Savot then,” S’reena decided as she got up as well. “Thank you Stacey, for your sound advice. Maybe you could come over later? I’m sure the girls would love to see you again.”
Sitting down behind her desk she nodded. “I’ll check my sch…” She stopped and tilted her head slightly before looking up with a smile. “Force of habit, of course I’d be happy too.”
“I’ll see you then.” S’reena smiled, then ducked out before Stacey could offer another response.
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Post by Savot on Sept 16, 2015 20:03:35 GMT
[El Salvador: Main Bridge]
Savot was a vulcan, by reputation a species of duty and seamless adherence to established chain-of-command, and he personally believed very strongly in Starfleet's ideals and purpose. But the only thing that kept him from immediately expressing his distaste for the stated orders and full-silence details was the fact that they were voiced by a person who had once served as his First Officer and had put the welfare of the El Salvador and her crew near the top of her priority list. For Stacey Jackson, Savot would hear the mission details and reserve judgement on whether the severity of secrecy was warranted. He knew; however, that not everyone aboard had had the benefit of long-term service alongside Jackson and as such would not possess that initial reservoir of trust to allay the anxiety that such missions tend to bring about, so it would fall on him to set the example and tend to business as usual so he set about adhering to the Councilwoman's instructions without hesitation. On the plus side, the intense nature of such a mission provided an anchor point for his mental focus which was something he could certainly use at this time.
The vulcan captain clasped his hands behind him as Jackson approached and said she would share as much as she could, nodding his appreciation of the statement, "Councilwoman Jackson, this is Lt. Commander Galen our new chief of Tactical and Security operations. Commander Galen, please select a rotating pair of armed escorts for her. Helm, best speed to the Frelton sector", Savot addressed their newest senior officer before turning to his current FO whom he knew would be less inclined to take the proverbial leap of faith under orders of this nature given Deis' own experience with missions of similar restriction, "Commander Irae, instruct Mr. Delbridge to scrutinize the Conference Room's security systems so the briefing information remains contained to said room, and inform all senior officers to report there for briefing in... 45 minutes. All department heads should be prepared to receive instructions afterward as our mission parameters dictate."
::To begin with it was unusual to have someone beam straight onto the bridge...this causes the first eyebrow lift from the First Officer, but she keeps her mouth shut about it. Stranger things happen aboard any ship named El Salvador. When greeting is offered, there is almost the little quirk of smile at the old title, but again Irae says nothing and stands, inclining her head with a simply spoken:: An ye Councilwoman Jackson. ::And just that quickly as the restrictions of this mission are laid out, the little smile goes away. it isnt personal...its very much professional. And it does not bode well. Leap of faith is nearly impossible for reasons well known...but obedience to orders and her Captain comes a lot easier. When Irae is ordered to speak with Delbridge, she gives a quiet "aye Capn" and turns to do just that figuring speaking to the man in person makes more sense than yelling about it over comms::
As Deis grabs a turbolift to Engineering, Savot addresses Jackson once more, "VIP Quarters are on Deck 4 which also houses the main Security Office so there should be no problems with the safety of yourself or your materiel. If you have any further needs please let us know." Stacey then tries to lift the dourness of the mood by commenting on the reuniting of old crewmates and Savot does nod at this, taking in both Jackson and S'reena with his gaze, "Indeed. Despite the circumstances it is quite satisfying to have so many familiar faces aboard a vessel as-yet unfamiliar in all but her name. Though I imagine we shall become more acquainted with this El Salvador and her abilities over the course of the mission. I look forward to whatever details you can shed light upon, Councilwoman. I shall see you at the briefing."
With that, the vulcan captain turned to his chair to contact Sickbay over intercom, =^=Captain to Chavet. Doctor we have a VIP aboard and will soon be undergoing a mission the details of which will be shared at the upcoming senior staff meeting. In the meantime please ensure all medical systems and personnel are prepared at a moment's notice and assign someone to staff the Emergency Medical Bay on the bridge for the mission's duration in the event our visitor sustains injury, Savot out.=^=
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::Deis could take turbolift time to talk to herself about how much "fun" this mission is going to be...but that would be just a little on the odd side. So she remains silent, arms crossed and scowling rather dourly until she sees her reflection in the polished metal of the turbolift doors. This takes her aback a little, blinking and trying to blank that a little. She has no distrust for the Councilwoman or for anyone else onboard. But she does worry over what we will not be told even whilst being briefed. The lift stops and she steps out, trying to look as pleasant as possible and failing that, at least not dire and grumpy. So its a weird sort of "i might be lost" expression that Delbridge nearly walks into as he is leaving Engineering just as Irae is heading in. They both stop with a little jolt and then the Commander speaks* Ach...Delbridge. Just th man i be needin. ::She takes a quick look around:: Step into me office here. ::And walks into the first door on the other side of the hall she comes to. There isnt much room. Because its filled with EV suits sort of half disassembled for repair. Delbridge frowns a little:: Commander Irae...this is an EV closet. ::So then the little woman puts hands on her hips and does this little shake of shoulders that seems to telegraph loud and clear: Attitude:: Iffen ye 'ave a problem wi me choice o decoration then keep it t yerself, aye? This be important. ::and not exactly something she wants everyone in engineering hearing. First off she relays the captains orders, but finishes up with:: ...an anythin tha may possibly seem odd...ye'll be tellin me first. There be a coupla extra scans an shieldins i want from ye...::and then quietly, in that closet, lays out what she wants, making sure to tell him to "keep yer gob shut on it"::
(Joint Post b/w Savot & Irae, featuring Delbridge)
[Briefing can be initiated by Jackson whenever she's ready]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2015 2:13:04 GMT
"Honored to meet you, Ma'am." Taryn said before facing the Captain. "Aye, sir." she replied.
She moved her hands over the console and sent the messages out to the officers she wanted. She hadn't been aboard long but with the assistance of CPO Zakryn, she had become familiar with quite a few members of her department. She knew exactly who she wanted to head up this new detail. A few moments later, the doors to the turbo lift opened to the bridge and out stepped Lieutenant Tamarov and an Ensign that Taryn had not had a chance to meet yet. They walked directly to Taryns station.
"Lieutenant Tamarov and Ensign Smithmark reporting, Ma'am."
She noticed that they were already armed as per her instructions. "This way." she said as she looked to see the Councilwoman heading for the lift. "Councilwoman Jackson?" she started. "This is Lieutenant Tamarov and Ensign Smithmark. They will be your first detail. I will have them rotated every six hours if that's okay with you. And if there's anything else you need, please don't hesitate to contact me. When I'm not here on the brisge, I can usually be found in my office right down the corridor from your quarters."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2015 17:46:27 GMT
Still needing to get her physical over with, despite her reluctance and her attempts to hold it off, now was the time to show some bravery, and get it over with already. And, there was something else the Romulan woman wanted to discuss with the doctor. “Doctor Chavet, could you meet me in sickbay please?” she called, tapping her combadge first. Nayomi awoke to the sound of her badge, it took her a moment to get her bearings. She checked the time and realized she had been asleep or almost 5 hours, more than the nap she had intended to take. =A= Give me twenty minutes and I will be there. =A= It took a little closer to thirty. When she left her quarters the Bolian security guard (still humming) followed her at a respectful distance. The doors to sickbay slid open and she recognized the Romulan woman as the Commander who had come to visit Karysta earlier. At the time she had been a bit too swamped in post-rescue duties to make an introduction. “Commander, sorry to keep you waiting. I am Lieutenant Chavet, the ship’s doctor. Unless I am mistaken you are going to be filling the open science position, is that correct? How can I assist you?” S’reena nodded, offering her a hand. “Commander S’reena Hope,” she answered,” and yes I am. Which means I’m required to stop by for a boarding physical but….I’m not a big fan of sickbays so if we can make this quick and then retire to an office to have a chat?” “No problem, I will make this as quick as possible and we can head into my office. I promise I have done my best to keep the sickbay vibe out of there.” Nayomi kept her word and moved through her examination with an efficiency that came from much practice. Once satisfied she gestured toward her office and they headed in together. The Bolian guard followed them, but Nayomi gently shook her head and the woman took a post near the door which slid closed behind them. Nayomi took her chair and nodded to the seat on the other side of the table. “I suspect this is about the Vulcan, or rather half Vulcan half Romulan girl you came in to see before. She is in good health physically, all things considered and has been released from my care with the Captain’s permission. Not wanting to tread past the line of Doctor Patient confidentiality I am interested in your impression of her.” “I spoke with her briefly, and it was on my recommendation that she be released. I thought that being in quarters was probably a better environment for her than being in sickbay.” She smiled. “I know what it’s like to be kept in a medical bay, when you really don’t want to be there you see. I think mostly that she’s confused. A nice young woman, who had her life and her parentage against her. To witness what she has, and then hunting down her own father for the sake of revenge….” The Romulan woman shook her head. “I really hope that somehow Savot can get some kind of bond with her, because believe it or not she does need to have at least one parent who believes she can achieve anything she wants to achieve. I think she understands that our Savot is different than the man she’s after, but I’m not altogether certain. For that I’ll need to spend more time with her. I could teach her the language, if she desires, and even Rihannsu culture but you have to remember that while I am Romulan, I was born and raised on Earth.” Nayomi leaned back in her chair and thought for a moment. “These types of issues are not exactly my strong point, but it seems to me you may be a better fit for her then you think. Both of you are not exactly typical Romulans so you can probably identify with her a lot more than someone born and raised on the homeworld.” The door chimed and Nayomi glanced up through the window giving her a view of sickbay to see the Bolian guard. “Open” the door obeyed. “I’m sorry Lieutenant, but that Trill scientist fellow is outside wanting to speak with you. I would not let him into sickbay. What would you like me to do?” “Tell him I neither have to time or patience for him and if he continues to bother me I’ll have the ship’s marines use him for target practice.” The Bolian raised one eyebrow, smiled and nodded. “Gladly.” then turned and left. Nayomi had a feeling she had also been on the receiving end of Jahka’s flirtations. “I’m sorry Commander, I have had a personal situation I thought was behind me not only enter back into my life, but refuse to be ignored. “I’ll keep an eye on the girl then,” S’reena smiled, “who knows she might like interacting with my girls, and I do have three of them. Speaking of which...Kahlan has expressed an interest in medical, is there anything you can do do to help with her tutoring?” She wasn’t ignoring the other woman’s concern about a past acquaintance refusing to be in the past. “Your Trill science person…..do you want me to deal with him? Given I am the science department head, I’m sure I can tell him to stay clear of you?” “I am open to taking on a bit of an apprentice if Kahlan is interested. It's hardly glamorous, but it will give her an opportunity to see what this place is all about and interact with the nurses and tecs to learn what they do. If she is interested send her on down and I show her around. As for Jahka, I have had a few people offer to speak with him, he is a very stubborn man. He is a civilian we picked up on our last rescue mission so I doubt there is much you can do. He will be off again at the next station.” Nayomi sighed. “I think he really just wants to apologise, but I’m not ready to do that yet. There is breaking a girl’s heart, and then there is ripping it out and stomping on it.” “I’ll send Kahlan down later today then,” S’reena replied, “and as for your suitor….I’m told Romulans can be quite frightening...I could put on the frightening act if you like...see if I still have it.” She grinned at the doctor. “Just let me know alright? Nayomi smiled “I will keep that in mind.” They were interrupted by the bleep of her badge. =^=Captain to Chavet. Doctor we have a VIP aboard and will soon be undergoing a mission the details of which will be shared at the upcoming senior staff meeting. In the meantime please ensure all medical systems and personnel are prepared at a moment's notice and assign someone to staff the Emergency Medical Bay on the bridge for the mission's duration in the event our visitor sustains injury, Savot out.=^= Nayomi stood up while trying to decide which of her staff she would send to the bridge. Crewman Yelany seemed like a good choice since she had proven herself in the last mission. Nayomi had an urge to go herself, but recognised she needed more mobility then that job would allow. “ Well, back to work then I guess” S'reena nodded and headed back to her own office. OFF: A JP by Nayomi Chavet & S'reena Hope
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Post by SA. Stacey Jackson [Ret] on Sept 25, 2015 3:36:12 GMT
She walked into the briefing room and quickly moved to the opposite end of the table as to look directly at Savot and his senior staff.
“I know none of you like taking missions blind, and I know of the face of it this seems like a shady operation.” She looked around the table and nodded slightly. “Twenty five years ago Species 8472, a civil war and Voyagers destruction of a transwarp hub severely set the Borg back.”
Pausing for a moment she cleared her throat. “The Council and Starfleet know that our pushing the Borg back has largely been as a result of the Borgs lackluster efforts,each time they have made a push into Federation space it has been a single cube, and victory in those cases came at a staggeringly high cost in lives.”
She looked down for a moment. “We are now implementing plans for a defense against full scale Borg incursion,” She looked around again and added. “You are not being fully briefed because should you be assimilated any knowledge you have will be available to the Borg,, there will be no mission records in the ships computer for the same reason.”
She finally sat down in a chair and continued. “You all have my word that nothing you will be asked to do will violate the oaths you took, and the danger is minimal no more than an ordinary mission you would undertake, I hope the reasons for the extreme secrecy are now understandable.”
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“Once we reach out destination, we will establish orbit over the fourth planet in the solar system, there is a pre-warp civilization being studied by a science team, you are to aid them for the duration of our stay this is your official recorded mission.” She cleared her throat. “They need resupplying, extensive medical check ups” She nodded slightly. “Commodore handle all that as you normally would.”
She looked around the table keeping eye contact with every senior officer present for at least a few moments. “The society under study is largely agrarian, there is signs they are entering a more industrialized period.”She cleared her throat and continued. “The science post is underground but may require relocating nobody wants it to be built over, the last thing we need is someones wine cellar coming through our ceiling.”
She sighed heavily and rubbed her forehead. “One more thing.” She shook her head. “One of the scientists lost a necklace during a scan of one of the villages.” She rolled her eyes slightly. “A local has found it apparently and has it in their home, the Federation science administration would be grateful if it was somehow retrieved, preferably before it gains more attention or they realize the planet they are on doesn't have gold.”
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Post by Deis Irae on Oct 7, 2015 20:55:40 GMT
::When the Councilwoman walks in, Deis is standing leaned against one of the briefing room walls, arms crossed over her chest. Its easier to pace when your already standing so she remains that way. Once the briefing begins, she blinks and has to reshift her expectations as mention of the Borg isnt what she expected at all. By the time the lady has mentioned defense implementation, she has pushed off the wall and returned to the table, sitting back down. Now that she hears the reasoning behind the secrecy, she actually says:: Maam tha...makes perfectly logical sense. They canna extract wha we dinna know. ::She almost wants to apologize for immediately assuming the absolute worst. She remains quiet as to not interrupt again, though at the finish when the gold necklace is mentioned, she cant help quirking a little smile and snorting out a little laugh:: Methinks we can 'ave a good team on tha.
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Post by Savot on Oct 17, 2015 1:34:00 GMT
[El Salvador: Conference Room Deck 1]
Savot's brow furrowed in curiosity as the Borg were mentioned, then his eyes narrowed in agreed concern at the prospect of a fleet-to-fleet scale engagement with Borg technology. True the Federation had made a great number of advancements since the last serious altercation with the Collective, but doubtless by now so had they despite the serious blow struck them by the loss of the Trans-warp hub. Still, there were those scientists who hypothesized that the reason the Borg hadn't come in force already was because something in the last assault had caused an irreparable schism within the Collective, rendering them permanently splintered into multiple factions. Something to do with a virus the Borg Queen had unintentionally ingested during Voyager's escape but any more detailed data than that was classified beyond even Savot's current Flag Officer clearance.
The vulcan captain nodded and gave a small smile in relief that his faith in Jackson had been well placed and her reasons did indeed prove sound and entirely understandable. Delbridge looked at him with an odd expression then seemed to shrug it off and return his attention to the briefing details. Savot nodded acknowledgement of Stacey's instructions, "Understood ma'am", he then turned to his medical officer, "Doctor Chavet, please review the covert study team's personnel records and limit any El Salvador personnel going to the surface to only members of those same species already there. I don't want to risk unnecessary exposure of genetic antibodies or dormant disease cells that have no business existing on this world."
He returned his attention to Jackson as she described the research outpost and shook his head in annoyance; Starfleet's curiosity was so important it was worth risking the derailing of any entire planet's historical development? They had probes and sensors galore for those times when they just had to spy on people who hadn't asked to be observed, and they still insisted on seeing their study specimens up close and personal. It was irresponsible; it was selfish. Shaking his head as though clearing his thoughts, Savot addressed his recently returned Science chief, "Commander Hope; I recommend pulling up all mineralogical reports from the research team to determine what the closest substance composition to gold exists on the planet in question. If gold is sufficiently unique it should be possible to calibrate the sensors to detect it from orbit via a precision scan of the village, wait until life readings are negative inside the home, and beam the necklace out without risking further contamination."
Addressing his First Officer, the vulcan continued, "Commander Irae, any and all personnel going to the surface are to utilize subdermal communicators and only 1 phaser and tricorder per team, to minimize the chance of equipment falling into native hands. Mr. Delbridge should be able to attach a transporter micro-beacon to each device as well to ensure that if something is lost on the planet we stand a greater chance of detecting it with our sensors instead of risking a physical search. Councilwoman Jackson, I trust you will update us as to the larger scale assignment as details become appropriate. Was there anything further before we commence?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2015 14:20:19 GMT
Being called to the briefing room for some answers was a happy rush soon replaced the the spine chilling news that they would be dealing with the Borg. Well maybe not for sure, but the chances seemed a great deal higher then any other mission and Nayomi did not like those odds much. For Nayomi the Borg had so far been relegated to the ghost stories young cadets shared on away mission exercises and some rather unsettling holodeck simulations she did not want to repeat. She would rather deal with a fleet of Jem'Hadar then a single Borg cube. She tried not to let her discomfort show, but she was pretty sure Commadore Savot could see straight through her calm facade as soon as he turned to her [El Salvador: Conference Room Deck 1]"Doctor Chavet, please review the covert study team's personnel records and limit any El Salvador personnel going to the surface to only members of those same species already there. I don't want to risk unnecessary exposure of genetic antibodies or dormant disease cells that have no business existing on this world." She nodded her agreement "I'll... Um, I'll arrange to have any away team personnel checked for any contagions prior to the mission as well sir." Yes, the transporters did a good job filtering out most of the various creepy-crawlies that made their living on the crew, but a good scan from her would add another layer of certainty. "Perhaps Nurse Cutler's makeup techniques can be of use as well if there is any chance of the away team being spotted by the locals. I will have her take a look at the footage of the researchers and see what she can come up with." ----------------- After the meeting she returned to sickbay a little queasy from the thought of what was coming. She dared not mention the deeper details of the mission to her team and instead she stuck to the cover story of the missing necklace. They seemed a little skeptical as to why an entire ship of their size was being sent to assist, but accepted the idea when she explained how a simple item like that tied into the prime directive. Janice got to work examining the locals facial features and dress while Nayomi took shelter in her office and brought up the files on the researchers. She was soon interrupted by an incoming message on her padd. It was from Jahka, although he sent it from a computer in the science lab in a feeble attempt to trick her into opening it. A fact she realized too late. Finally I can be of some use on here. I'm helping to find a way to locate that lost necklace. Precious metals like this always have been my specialty. I've been offered a job with this research team in the past. Perhaps I can take them up on their offer now. Join me for a drink later to discuss?She closed the message a leaned back into her chair. Ok, she hated the [word deleted] on a level all on it's own, but she couldn't help but picture him pale skinned with mechanized body armour, his witty banter replaced with a hive mind. She shuddered. That was a fate she wished on no one. Until she knew exactly what the big picture of this mission was she would keep imagining the worst. Perhaps she should meet him for drinks and encourage him away from the planet, but then he would be stuck on the ship until the next station and she wasn't sure how much longer she could bare that either. She pushed herself further into the files she was studying and came up with a short list. The research team already consisted of a Vulcan, Betazoid, Bajoran, Trill and two humans. Since the locals were of a similar skin range that explained the lack of Bolians and Andorians. According to Janice's research the species had a large squashed nose and peaked head with a bald split on the hair line of about two inches. However a scarf wrap was worn over the head by many women and the men often wore a simple cap. Disguising a potential away team would not be too difficult. Once her work was done she sent a brief to the captain and Commander Irae. She started catching up on her usual administrative work when her stomach informed her it was time to head to the mess hall. She was also filled with the desire to talk about the mission with someone else on the know. =A=Lt Commander Galen, Doctor Chavet here. Are you free for lunch?=A= They could meet up in the officer's mess away from the eavesdropping of the enlisted crew.
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Post by Deis Irae on Oct 17, 2015 16:45:21 GMT
::Commander Irae rested comfortably in her chair, arms crossed over her chest, nodding along to the different points of the briefing. Its always interesting when one is keeping things close to chest, such as a mission on a planet whose people might think were flying saucer aliens...which wouldnt actually be that far from the truth. Looks like busywork, but hey...keeping busy keeps one out of trouble...usually. Perhaps its a little unprofessional but it isnt the Councilwoman that keeps drawing Deis' attention...its her Captain. And for good reason. This man shows nearly nothing...one has to know him very well to pick up on it...which is why she and Delbridge both have a brow lifted. Deis has known this man for more than a decade and has never seen him smile...even faintly. Delbridge is the mans closest friend so she and the engineer meet eyes for a second. She wishes to let it pass but then comes the obvious irritation, the shaking of the head. Once he gives her orders, she rises up from her chair and looks over her shoulder at Delbridge:: Looks like its us...ill join ye momentarily, Delbridge. ::then returning her attention to her Captain:: Sir...before i go t engineerin...d ye think i can 'ave a word? Privately?
Savot nods to his First Officer and waits for the others to file out after any remaining questions are raised, then rises from his chair as the conference room doors whoosh closed again, "Yes Commander?"
::Deis looks up into that well known face and decides not to mince words...she keeps her voice low even though we are alone in the conference room:: Capn...Savot...are ye feelin arright? Yeve been through a traumatic experience only days ago. Iffen ye need a bit more time...
Looking to the woman, the vulcan's brow furrows and he himself uses concise verbiage, "Do you disagree with my intended approaches to the mission at hand?"
::Greyish eyes blink a little widely there and Deis pauses before speaking. Its the facial expression...a near frown. Shes seen a near smile perhaps once before...during Gorn Anatomy and Mozart...seemingly a lifetime ago. But this is different. And it makes her feel that she might just have offended him. And thats the "thing"...she can look at his face and know that her words have created an emotional response that shows. Yet...she finds that she feels a little silly for questioning him. It makes it seem as though she doubted him and that is far from true:: I dinna disagree wi yer plan, Sir. Dinna fault me fer me concern...tis nae about yer fitness on duty. Just a womans worry. ::feeling weirdly awkward, Deis clears her throat and gives him a quick nod:: Sorry, Sir. Iffen ye need me...ill be in engineerin. Iffen I am dismissed tha is...
Savot quirks a brow as though confused, curious as to why the woman appears distressed now. The question had seemed straightforward enough to him... but perhaps he'd somehow voiced it wrong. He went to the wall to deactivate the visual of the pre-warp planet from one of the LCARS screens and upon returning to its standard black it reflected a countenance that made him blink and take a deep breath with his eyes closed. He slowly clasped his hands behind his back in his standard pose before opening them again and addressing Irae, "I asked you to monitor me for any signs of post-traumatic symptoms that could compromise the safety of the ship or crew. Your question fell within the parameters of that mandate and as such I find no fault with it. I will attempt to rest in the times my direct input isn't required on our current assignment. Thank you, Commander, you may go."
::Deis is so very glad that he remembered that...for her as well. She hadnt been thinking along "monitoring" lines...her thoughts had come from an entirely different area of the mind and heart. Less "Is my Captain too unbalanced to lead" and more "I am concerned for the oldest and dearest friend i have." Thankfully the Captain turns away to deactivate a screen and she is able to sigh silently in relief that she hadnt metaphorically stepped on his toes. She also does not want him thinking that she worried over his performance...even on the emotional side there is noone that she trusts more. When he gives her dismissal, she stares at his back for a moment longer and then says:: Thank ye Sir. ::And then heads out of the conference room to the nearest turbolift.:: Engineerin.
((Joint Post with our illustrious Capn. Next will be gettin us rollin.))
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Post by Savot on Nov 16, 2015 23:22:44 GMT
[El Salvador: Main Bridge]
Savot had appreciated Doctor Chavet's comment regarding her nurse's makeup capability in the briefing; working with such advanced technology could make one forget the somewhat simpler means of effective disguise. It was good to know they had an option for increased blending should the need to operate openly on the planet surface come to pass. His final interactions with Deis; however, concerned him a bit and Savot intended to go perform some deep meditation as soon as the proverbial wheels were turned on the beginnings of their superficial mission. "Commander Hope, please review the research team's notes for any indication of native telescopic aerial surveillance that could potentially detect the ship from orbit. If sufficient probability of such equipment exists, please give the helm your best estimation of non-contaminating orbital coordinates."
The vulcan captain retained his seat on the bridge for the duration of the trip, reviewing Chavet's medical brief on the team composition and natives' appearance. Entering the best position for orbit, the El Salvador settled into place far above the planet surface, her hull plating reflecting the rays of the system's star before the planetary rotation took them out of line-of-sight for a time. Whoever Irae didn't take with her to the surface, Savot would have to utilize to keep a quiet eye out for any Borg activity as best as they could. Savot addressed the current officers at both Science and Tactical, "Our primary mission here is ensuring the Prime Directive remains inviolate; non-Starfleet vessels will be operating under no such guidelines. Maintain scans of likely avenues of approach incoming starships might use and be prepared to activate defensive systems if we're forced to more aggressively ensure the native population evolves uninterrupted."
"Lt. Commander Galen, attempt to raise the research team on the secure frequency and ascertain their current status. Forward any pertinent information to Commander Irae as head of the away team; if you're selected to transport to the surface Mr. Zakryn can man the tactical station", Savot instructed their new Chief Tac/Sec officer. Each moment deeper into the mission, the El Salvador's likelihood of Borg contact would grow, so Savot determined it would be best for him to perform his meditation as early as possible, and would await Irae's personnel selection before determining who to leave in command of the Bridge during his absence after the Away Team beamed down.
(Mostly setup, but any response is entirely fine. More concrete forward progress in Commander Irae's imminent follow-up; going to try and nudge things forward again after a month of quiet.)
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Post by Deis Irae on Nov 17, 2015 23:51:30 GMT
::Irae heads out of the briefing room with purpose, considering her choices. Seems like forever since shes lead an away team though the last was only a couple of weeks ago on that "not actually" boggin haunted ship. She has to put her concerns for the Captain aside...its go time. Business. But Savot....NO...business, Deis! Away Team. May as well get started while on the way. She taps her commbadge and speaks shipwide:: =/\=Cadet Zhegras, Cmdr. Hope, an Head Nurse Cutler, please report t Main Engineerin fer away team taggin. Nurse Cutler please bring 4 subdermal communicators from Sickbay inventory as thats wha were bein tagged with. Irae out.=/\=
::Upon arriving in Engineering, the first thing Deis does is take Delbridge aside and speak quietly:: Do me a favor while were down there, Cmdr. Look in on th Capn. ::Lifting a hand to forstall any questions:: I am nae concerned fer his ability t continue servin...i just...think he may need a "friendly" eye or ear. Please n thank ye, mm? ::Leaving it at that as the others begin arriving. Commander Delbridge was already planting a transporter tag on the last piece of Away Team Equipment. Cadet Zhegras was standing by as she was already in Engineering for her studies but was eager as all cadets are for hands-on experience. Delbridge cocked a chin-nod at the FO and hefted the phaser before handing it to her, "As ordered Commander, 1 phaser, 1 medical and 1 standard tricorder tagged for transporter recovery if necessary. But let's try not to lose anything in the first place yeah?" ::Deis smiles and rolls up her sleeve and gives her arm to the Engineer:: Arrigh. Tag me, Cmdr.
::Speaking to the group as she is being tagged:: This be th way o it. Cadet, ye will be lookin o'er th facility. I wanna know wha we can move by beamin transport, an wha we gota move by hand. Commander Hope, will be yer duty t start th scans lookin fer the necklace, iffen ye please. Nurse Cutler, ye and meself will be doin th medical duty. All, i would like t keep this quick n tight as we are verra conspicuous. ::then she gives them all a smile:: But tis good t be goin down wi th all of ye.
Righ, then. Once were all tagged, transporter room 1, an lets get it on.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2015 17:30:24 GMT
=/\=Cadet Zhegras, Cmdr. Hope, an Head Nurse Cutler, please report t Main Engineerin fer away team taggin. Nurse Cutler please bring 4 subdermal communicators from Sickbay inventory as thats wha were bein tagged with. Irae out.=/\=
Janice was already roaring to go. She had a rough looking bag packed with supplies and was already dressed the part. She had to admit, the scarf like head wraps the locals wore were quite lovely. If it wasn't for dress code regulations she would have considered incorporating it into her own wardrobe. She had the rest of the tools and clothing needed to transform the rest of the away team in her bag. The whole thing brought back some memories of Drama camp back when she was younger, but with the teenage angst replaced by a risk of breaking the prime directive.
She arrived in the transporter room plunked the bag on the desk and started to rifle through it. "Here are the sub dermels" she handed them to Delbridge who immediately popped one into her own arm. She winced, then smiled. "Right then Commander, ready for your get-up? With your permission of course. It would seem wise to go down prepared for any unwelcome glances. Cadet Zhegras is gonna be a tad bit more difficult to disguise, but I can manage."
She dug out the clothing she had replicated. "Based on our research these should resemble the clothing worn by the lower castes of their society. They won't warrant a second glance, just remember to act humble." she stole a glance at the Tellerite cadet who was looking less than thrilled. "Everything is marked for easy beam out."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2015 4:06:28 GMT
[El Salvador: Main Bridge]
"Lt. Commander Galen, attempt to raise the research team on the secure frequency and ascertain their current status. Forward any pertinent information to Commander Irae as head of the away team; if you're selected to transport to the surface Mr. Zakryn can man the tactical station", Savot instructed their new Chief Tac/Sec officer. "Aye, sir." Galen replied as she got to work on the comms and waited for the XO to tell her to get reay for the away team. When her name wasn't called, Taryn almost addressed the Commander. As head of Security, it was her duty to protect the Captain and First Officer. However, she decided against it. This was a diplomatic mission and if anything did go wrong, the Commander could handle things.
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Post by Methos on Dec 7, 2015 3:52:44 GMT
After being here a week, Methos and the security officer tasked with the physical protection of the survey team on Frelton IV decided that having a marine here was overkill, so Methos put in a transfer request to rejoin the fleet, even though he volunteered for this post because of his experience with Earth's weapons prior to humanity's industrial revolution. His request was approved and he was informed that the ship he would be assigned to as SMO would be the El Salvador and the ship was enroute to resupply the outpost and perform other duties that he wasn't fully aware of yet.
The day the ship was to arrive, Methos was finishing packing his gear. He left his long sword in the sheath on his left hip, a flintlock pistol in the small of his back, a short bow slung over his left shoulder, and a rifle that looked like a musket (modified to be more accurate and have a capacity of ten rounds) leaning against the wall. Satisfied that everything was squared away, Methos grabbed his bag with his left hand and the rifle in his right, he left the area that served as quarters and made his way to the entryway.
It was just before midday when he saw the away team appear. Quickly looking around, Methos saw that none of the locals witnessed the event. Leaving the cave that served as the entrance to the outpost, Methos walked toward the team and said, "Welcome to Frelton IV, I am Col. Methos. Please, this way." Motioning to the cave and started walking back into it.
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Post by Deis Irae on Dec 8, 2015 22:30:43 GMT
((Amending a little and being a little more inclusive because dang Chavet...GOOD POINT. We havent been in costume in ages! Ask the Captain about the "vampire hunter D" hat ooc sometime))
=/\=Amended orders. Away team, yer local costumes will be waitin in th Transporter anteroom. Thank ye Nurse Cutler, fer gettin us squared away on tha.=/\=[/i] ::This is the comm message shes speaking out as she heads from Engineering towards the transporter room. While in the turbolift she thinks over her away team options and decides better safe than sorry.::
=/\=Lt. Cmdr. Galen please report t Sickbay first t get a subdermal transmitter. Then hit Engineerin t be tagged an then t costume and transport. Rather have a full on Sec unit and nae need ye, than need ye an nae have ye. Any weaponery will be issued by Engineer Chief Delbridge. Irae out.=/\=
::Once having arrived at the transporter anteroom, the Commander quickly looks through the assortment and is silently thankful that this civilization allows its women trousers. Rather tightly fitting ones almost in the form of leotards. The body huggingness is eased a bit by a longish and loose overtunic in bright shades of blue that seems to wrap differently for a female. Nothing overt, just draping differently to accomodate the female form whereas the male tunics tend to be in tighter and straighter lines. As she slips on the boots and then drapes the head scarf, she has to admit that this is actually a very comfortable outfit, IF a little monochromatic. All of them are like that. Colors tended to be the same hue if not shade to each outfit in question. Hers in in shades of blue from baby sky to deep royal, though the darker colors tend to be for decoration. Embroidering against the paler sea cerulian backdrop. That Nurse is good at this whole costume thing.::
::Once dressed and kitted out, cunning little beltpouch and pocket for phasers or tricorders, Irae steps into the transporter room proper and takes her position. Light conversation with the transporter engineer until the rest of the team arrives in various shades of costume. Its been so long since doing this kind of thing...being undercover away team...that even she cant help but smile full out:: Verra nice ladies an gents. ::giving the nod to the transporter engineer and beaming out with her band of merry away team::
((Please feel free to fully post your arrival to the transporter room. Im dying to see which colors you all picked))
-Planetside-
::The away team of several individuals, costumed to blend locally if at all necessary, materializes thankfully near the cave entrances. They didnt want to risk being seen. The team is led by a rather diminuative woman in all blue who steps forth and shakes hands immediately, nodding her team to move in as the Colonel leads them inside the caverns.:: Hello Col. Methos, i be Cmdr. Deis Irae o th El Salvador. Th docket said ye would be joinin us, so tis good tha we met wi ye on away. Will see how we work. I would like fer ye t coordinate wi Lt. Cmdr Galen an make sure our perimeter is clear o locals til we can get this done.
Team: Galen, gi' up wi Col. Methos t keep us secure. Nurse Cutler begin yer evals an ill join ye momentarily. Cadet Zhegras get a few fine sensors set up fer Hope, an then begin yer breakdown analysis for movin this whole sha-bang, ill be round t help after med-evals. Hope, yer on th necklace. Lets get this done wi'out any problems and im buyin this evenin. ::Not that the lounge charges...its just the sentiment of the thing::
::Nodding to all and then tapping her concealed comms:: =/\=Capn we be in position and startin th move. Ill keep in touch.=/\=
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2015 3:35:09 GMT
Taryn was surprised to hear the announcment. She had been all set to stay aboard. She looked up to see her replacement already standing there. She gave him a curt nod and headed to sickbay as ordered. Once she was done there, she made her way to Engineering and then on to Costume.
"I can't wait to see what these look like." she muttered.
She walked in and they were already waiting on her. The decked her out in a grament that was all different shades of green. Once that was complete, she headed to the transporter room. She entered and took her place on the transporter pad. A view seconds later, she found herself standing in front of a Marine Colonel.
"Aye, Ma'am." she replied as she turned to face the man. "Colonel." she said with a nod.
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Post by SA. Stacey Jackson [Ret] on Dec 11, 2015 11:41:16 GMT
Almost blending into the background Stacey had observed the away team doing their preparations for their mission, it was an odd sensation, occasionally when she would find herself in one of the frequent meetings or council sessions she would feel a pang of nostalgia for the days she herself was in that position.
But now she was so close to it, she couldn't help but miss council sessions and meetings, it was like standing on an island in the middle of the river on the shore to her right was her old life and the shore to her left her new one and there was momentary confliction as to which she would most desire to swim too.
Of course there was no choice, even if she were somehow able to stop being a Council member and rejoin Starfleet nobody in their right mind would assign her to active duty on a starship, with all she now knew it would be a ridiculous security risk, even now there was measures in place to ensure only a few knew she wasn't currently on Earth.
As the blue field engulfed the away team all of whom were dressed in native garb, she quietly took her leave of the transporter room. As she stepped out into the hallway two security officers stepped from either side of the door and began to follow her. “Did you make the preparations I asked for?.”
“Yes Ma'am deck nine will be cleared and power cut to the deck everywhere but Transporter room four and cabin twelve C, all entrances locked down with level fourteen security clearance.”
She stopped walking for a moment and turned to look at the two officers, “Thank you both.” She smiled warmly for a brief second and then continued forward, there was still a whole lot that could go wrong. She had to be careful at all times to not reveal too much about what she was doing, for a Betazoid such subterfuge didn't sit well with her, but she knew that if people started to piece things together they would become liabilities that the Federation couldn't afford.
Stepping into a turbolift with her escorts she took a slight breath before saying. “Bridge.” the next few hours would be made easier with the majority of senior staff now on the planets surface.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2015 5:09:01 GMT
Nayomi's plans for lunch with Taryn fell through when Taryn was sent down to the planet with the away mission. Sickbay was turning into a bit of a ghost town and even though the ship was on yellow alert it was starting to feel like all the medical team had left to do was twiddle their thumbs.
After insuring, again, that everything was prepped in case of an emergency Nayomi assembled her remaining team "Right then, I'm calling it folks. You can all take an early quite, but be on standby. I will let you know when you are needed."
A few hurrahs later and she was alone in her sickbay. She double checked that none of the technicians had squirreled themselves away in a storage room and got to work. She headed into her office and began her research.
Despite having had known contact with the Borg since the original Enterprise under Captain Jonathan Archer little head way had been made in preventing assimilation. The Denobulan Doctor on that ship managed to disable the nanoprobes he had been injected with using Omicron Radiation, but there were only a few Denobulans on the El Salvador. Besides, the collective had a habit of adapting to that type of trick. She moved on to studying implant removal and considered a few holodeck simulations that could be of use. She found a informative video essay created by the Holographic Doctor of Voyager. Took a quick glance around the office and began to watch.
Barely two minutes in the doors to sickbay slid open and Petra Yelany strolled in with another one of the medics. They were in mid conversation and sounded a little frustrated. She closed out of her research as quickly as she could and joined them in main sickbay.
"I thought I told you to go take a break." She forced a smile, trying to pretend that everything was ok.
"Deck Nine is closed off and the other Holodecks are booked up. Do you know anything about that?" Petra asked.
Nayomi shrugged. Why did her team always think she was in the loop? "No, but there goes my plans for the afternoon. Could just be routine maintainance."
"No, I checked with my buddy in Engineering, they had nothing planned. Anyway, we are hitting the mess wanna come doc?" The medic, Jarmo, asked.
"I think I will head to the bridge and check how the away team is doing."
"Do you need us to hold down the fort here?" Petra asked.
"Naw, I'll turn on Ernest. Computer, Activate the EMH." He appeared, did his usual greeting and stood expectantly. "Page me if required. Sickbay is all yours." Nayomi instructed, then headed to the bridge to see if she could get some answers. Deck nine closed off for no clear reason, all this sneaking around about the Borg. She was not a fan.
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Post by Savot on Feb 3, 2016 23:23:35 GMT
[El Salvador: Captain's Quarters, Deck 3, Some hours later]
Savot continued working at his console when he heard the chime presumably heralding the arrival of his summoned friend, Commander Delbridge, "Enter." It was indeed the Chief Engineer who came in, concern still slightly present in his posture as Delbridge tended to wear the majority of his heart on his proverbial sleeve, but he thought Savot asking to see him was probably a good sign. However, the vulcan was all business when he spoke, gesturing to the holodeck program he was designing just then, "Commander, I require your command authorization in conjunction with my own to disable holodeck safety protocols for a training program I'm creating. I feel it prudent to prepare myself in the event of a future confrontation with my mirror counterpart and to accurately represent his skill level I will require the program to be capable of deadly force."
Delbridge let his mouth fall open slowly and was silent until the vulcan finally turned and looked at the man, Savot's brow furrowed in what could possibly be irritation, then his friend spoke, "In the event... of a possible chance encounter, sometime in the future, with someone who lives in literally another dimension of existence. OR! You got whammied by a death-driven ball of teenage anger whose ENTIRE life has been spent loathing the very thought of your image... and now after said whammying you suddenly can't muse pondersomely in any reflective surface. Now you know of course that your reasoning skills are the main reason I became friends with you, and so I ask you... Which seems more realistic to you, buddy?"
Savot actually rose from his desk at his friend's words and it was frankly only years of camaraderie that kept Delbridge from genuinely being afraid... but he did take a step back and that in itself may have given the vulcan additional pause to let the words sink in. He dipped his head taking a deep breath and made himself clasp his hands behind him in his usual posture before speaking, "Your own reasoning is admirably well-conceived in this case, Mr. Delbridge. However, I have encountered this being who, as you point out, lives outside our universe twice now already. I have since been tracked and my vessel infiltrated by his offspring of similar dimensional origin. I do not believe the statistical backing for my preparatory intentions to be whimsically low."
Delbridge put his hands on his hips and gave Savot, the look, the "are you kidding me" face, as he liked to call it. "Okay you do know using big words doesn't scare me. I'm still working on that modification to the universal translators that will convert anything over 2 syllables into a slang equivalent." At his last word he scrunched his face up in irritation and rolled his eyes, "Okay so that last one wouldn't have passed muster, so I'll have to exlude my own voice as anything I have to say deserves to be heard as it was originally conceived. But no, I'll grant you that you do have a handy justification there for your plan to risk life and limb inside a techno-sandbox. But I'm not helping you build a monster that can kill you. I'm sorry Savot. Reprimand me if you want, that'll help me keep Admiral Hayes from punishing me with a promotion to full Commander."
Savot took a deep breath that elevated the posture of his chest before he exhaled, and he looked at Delbridge with what was probably intended to be disappointment, but currently looked like anger. "Very well", the vulcan captain replied curtly as he turned to press his fingers to his console harder than was necessary to initiate the transmission of his program to the Holodeck databanks on Deck 9.... only to have the computer report a failure to transmit due to an unpowered system. Brow furrowed now for a different reason, Savot leaned at his desk and initiated a diagnostic query of the Holodeck power grid and concluded there was no error therein. Savot turned to look at his friend with a puzzled look, the readable expressions on the vulcan continuing to unnerve Delbridge, "Did you schedule a power shutdown on Deck 9? All personnel are in the process of being cleared from the entire deck."
Delbridge worried for a second that his friend had gotten even crazier but confirmed the story for himself at the computer, "Yeah... no I thought it best not to play games with the power distribution network while we were hunt-hiding from Borg. I'll head to Engineering and get you an answer."
Savot nodded firmly, slipping his arms back through his command jacket and zipping it closed at the middle before following his friend out of his quarters where they parted ways and headed for separate turbolifts to see what was going on with the El Salvador...
************************************************************************************************************* [El Salvador: Main Bridge]
Savot exited the turbolift to the usual whoosh of the opening doors. Before his second footfall hit the bridge he was struck by another surprise as Vasr... no, Karysta, the Vulcan-Romulan girl was present on the bridge, albeit with her assigned security escort, looking concerned but composed, "There was an order to clear Deck 9 where all the Cadet quarters are located... and I couldn't think of anyone else to go. They agreed to bring me here but said I'd have to leave if you so ordered it."
The vulcan captain, a fair portion of his focus returned to him by the immediate demands of the mystery and potential crisis, arched an eyebrow in a moment's consideration then nodded, "Very well, if your technical abilities are not similarly fictitious you may resume the Ops station. Mr. Tamarov I require your experience at Tactical, perform a passive sensor scan for any hostile activity in the surrounding space." He'd only just managed to remember not to mention the Borg in front of the non-senior officers and he mentally critiqued himself as he reached the captain's chair activating intraship comms, =^=Savot to Security, present status of Councilwoman Jackson.=^=
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Post by SA. Stacey Jackson [Ret] on Feb 11, 2016 19:51:56 GMT
Everything that required power on deck nine was offline, Gravity, life support, lights everywhere except for one room, quarters jn fact she didn't know to whom they belonged if anyone. She turned as she heard a hum and saw the outline of a person begin to appear in a green shimmer. Frowning slightly she took a deep breath.
“Senator Traviin, I extend the gratitude of the President, he is grateful you agreed to meet me here, I know it has been a very long time since you left Romulan space.” She took a deep breath. “I suggest we quickly conclude our business, I do not know how long I can keep your presence a secret, and neither one of us can afford to let it be known you were here.”
The old Romulan bowed his head slightly. “Agreed esteemed representative of Betazed.” He moved to take a seat and sighed heavily as he sat down. “So you want our latest research on the Borg and two Warbirds, the first one I understand, the ships however?”
Stacey shrugged slightly. “I don't know myself, all I know is that it is to risky for anyone to know too much, you have the councils word the ships will only ever be used in defence against the Borg in what way I don't know.” She rubbed her forehead.
Clearing her throat she then added. “In return, we will share our knowledge of the Borg.”
Leaning forward with his hands clasped together he took a short breath before saying. “And?” his tone was deadpan but something about his face conveyed his conviction.
A horrible feeling sat in Stacey's chest as she took a deep breath. Looking for a moment out of the window she sighed heavily. “I'll make contact with our people involved in the reunification movement, they will lure your rival somewhere unprotected.” the feeling moved to her throat as instinctively her face betrayed her disgust.
Senator Traviin smiled a fake smile as he replied. “You Betazoids are far more ruthless than your given credit for.” He paused for a moment. “Well done.”
The horrible feeling was turned instantly into rage, her blood pressure shot up and she began to feel hot. Standing up she did her best to keep her tone at least civil. “Senator, fail to deliver or should word leak from the Romulans about anything discussed here today and you will personally find out how ruthless we can be.”
He genuinly laughed as he stood up. “Oh fear not.” He replied with a wave of his hand. “I have no intention of letting it be known, after all I can hardly continue to call you people galactic refuse if it is known I am dealing with you.”
She didn't respond instead she leaned down and picked up the metalic case she originally arrived with and handed it across to the senator. “You should be going.”
Taking the case he nodded and then reached down for his ornate belt, pressing something on the side he suddenly beamed away.
As much as she would have liked to take a shower and attempt to force herself to somehow feel clean she still had work to do, this had taken longer than she would have liked and by now no doubt people were looking around trying to figure out what was going on. Moving to the closest computer terminal she entered her security code lifting the lockdown of deck nine and activated a site to site transport.
***MAIN ENGINEERING**
Just as she entered engineering the comm badge of one of her escorts activated and Savots voice asked for her present condition. Jackson simply looked around and shook her head then motioned for them to remain at the entrance.
The security officer swallowed slightly as he tapped his badge. “Doesn't wish to be disturbed at this time Captain.” somehow that sounded less offensive in his head than 'classified' refusing to answer a Captains question even at the behest of a councillor was not something anyone relished.
As Jackson rounded a corner she spotted the back of Delbridges head, while she had been on the ship at the same time as him before, they had rarely interacted, Stacey's lack of skill in engineering saw to that.
Reaching down at a nearby terminal, Stacey entered a few commands and suddenly the terminal Delbridge was working on shut down. She still needed time to delete the sub routines she had placed in the sensor grid before he stumbled across them and pieced it together. “Commander Delbridge.” She said as she turned to look where he was sat.
“Your diligence and dedication are to be applauded, I see why Savot holds you in such high regard, but if you keep digging your liable to stumble into information you shouldn't have.” She took a slight breath. “Please take a ten minute break, I need to use your console.” She took a slight pause and added. "I'll explain to Savot why he won't get your report."
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Post by Deis Irae on Feb 17, 2016 1:30:56 GMT
::Deis Irae, space ship commander, lays on her belly, breathing in time to the snoring from just overhead, thinking to herself, "Ive been in stranger positions...but nae many." She manages to wiggle the tricorder free of its pouch at her hip, dragging it around and flipping it to silent mode so she could just check the time. Oh fer th lova...shes been here for an hour. The man HAS to be deeply enough asleep by now for her to wriggle out from under this damn bed.::
::Part of the problem...is that the man is a little on the portly side. So the slender officer found herself just a little pinned by the bend of the oddly woven matress and couldnt just slide back out until she was sure the man was asleep. She didnt want to "put him out" or anything...it wasnt his fault he just happened to pick up a pretty shiny in the grass. So...for the moment...she waits. Silent...and so very bored. The evening hadnt started out this way...::
::Things had been moving right along. No unforseen problems had cropped up save for a weird looking canine lizard life form wandering too close to the perimeter, which Methos had quietly dealt with. By feeding it. Then the man had a friend for life which followed him waggling what appeared to be a scaled lizardlike tail and hissing in what the man could only hope was a pleasant manner. The base had begun mobilization to the new site...no kinks. No injuries. Really just slightly boring work done quietly. Sometimes its nice for things to not blow up into god only knows what. That is until Zhegras reports that she finally had a ping from the necklace element.::
::The group had come together, lizard dog at their feet, just happy as a space clam to have met so many fine interesting smelling people. After a good area scanning the direction and "target" location was pinpointed, indicating several buildings about 3 klicks from the site. Several ideas were offered and discarded as the huge sun sank lower and lower. Finally after much debate Deis quieted the group by saying:: I got this. Keep it movin, aye? Ill just 'ave me a wee stroll in th evenin air. Gimme tha cloak." ::Having spoken to to the medic who had been wearing shades of grey. The cloak was darker. Never wear black at night while trying to be sneaky...it stood out like a beacon. Night and especially twilight was a myriad shadings of grey and deepening grey. Dark green was actually the best to blend...but they didnt have any dark green. So grey it was. It wasnt that she didnt trust any of them to do this...its just that she has more experience being sneaky.::
::So thus it came to be that Deis found herself walking onto the grounds of what could only be a farm. Growing what looked like odd spiral orangish...fruits? vegetables? Who knows. Following the silent ping on the tricorder, she just stuck to the more shadowed areas and avoided the brightly lit ones. There was no security, the place was nicely quaint and slightly primative. Frankly it reminded her of Inishmoor...its a pity that we couldnt just come down to visit this place, meet the natives, pet the lizard dogs and enjoy the strange orange spirals. But the prime directive was there for a reason.::
::The little farm had a single inhabitant...an older gentleman of slightly rotund build that contentedly went from one of his small fields to the other, spraying mist from what looks like an old fashioned insect repellant sprayer. Singing while he worked. It was idyllic in a way that Deis hadnt experienced in many years, hiding in the shadow of a barn, just watching a kind of live that she would never know. She actually hated to have to steal from this person that she couldnt even put a name to. But thats the way it is. She thinks to herself, "This necklace better be an heirloom o vast sentimental value." and waits. Full dark sets in before too long and the farm owner heads home not even knowing that a greyish form ghosts behind him. The trick isnt to tiptoe, or sneak...just step when they do and keep up the same stride. Once to the house its a simple matter of letting him enter and then slipping beside the door to flick the corner of her cloak into the latch.::
::During the gentlemans washing up, she slips inside and to a dusty corner...pictures...obvious feminine knicknacks, little attended as there is clearly no lady here now. The house is darkish so she simply turns her back and remains still as the gentleman walks again through the foyer into his kitchen to prepare his solitary dinner. Whilst he is busy preparing food that she desperately wishes that she could try, Deis makes her way into the upstairs, placing her feet only on the longways edges of each stair so that there is no possibility of creaking. Stepping nearest the nails or pegs usually works well for this. For one who trained herself in the picking up of minutae and details...the stairwell tells her a very clear story of this mans life. Photographlike images of friends, family...a wife who is no longer among the living. Children old enough to have married, with young children of their own. Still though, Deis follows the silent ping of the tricorder until she stands in what can only be the gentlemans bed quarters::
::The chamber is, in a word, cozy. If a little worn. Bed covered with a quilt mended by a hand never too used to mending clothing. A painting of stick people done by one who was clearly very young, young enough to use his or her fingers though the paper had yellowed over the years of its display. More images, a worn but very clean monochromatic rug. Clothing, chests, books. The whole scene speaks of quiet lonliness...mated with a contentment for a well lived life. And seeing this strikes this hard woman in a way that brings sparkles her eyes. She was moved...oddly touched. Enough so that she dosent see the necklace sitting right in plain sight on the bedside nightstand...nor did she hear the man comming up the stairs until the latch of the door rattles. That is when she hits the floor and rolls beneath the bed::
::An Hour and a half later sees the cloaked woman passing the spiral fruited garden again, necklace dangling from fingertips as she scans the damn thing indepth with the tricorder. She does pause for a moment...snapping off one of the many orange spirals, carrying it with her back into the wooded pathway that led her here. Still speaking quietly as she returns through her comms to her team:: =/\=Mission accomplished.=/\=
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T'Brel Peers
Commander
The needs of the many outweight the needs of the few.
Registered: Jul 22, 2005 5:39:54 GMT
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Post by T'Brel Peers on Apr 3, 2016 1:42:43 GMT
T'Brel Peers had done many things during his time in Starfleet. Combined with his six previous host, T'Brel fondly thought of all the experiences he or rather his symbiont had lived through. Every moment could be remembered like it had happened a few weeks ago. This would be one of those moments as well, as T'Brel Peers began a new adventure onboard the USS El Salvador. Three of his previous host had been Starfleet officers, but none of them had moved around as much as T'Brel had. This would be his fourth posting in a decade and T'Brel enjoyed them all for different reasons. His first assignment had been on the USS Tigershark under the command of the renowned Admiral Keztrek. It had been an exciting time and something he thought of frequently. It had been on the Tigershark that T'Brel had met his best friend Jonathan. While they didn't serve together any longer, they would try to meet at least once a year while both of them had shore leave.
"Commander, where will you be staying?" an attendant asked as he politely grabbed T'Brel's belongings.
"Any guest quarters will be fine, I await the arrival of the El Salvador," T'Brel responded.
"Well Commander, they should be docking soon," the attendant said escorting T'Brel towards his quarters.
The El Salvador was a famed ship, which had acclaimed much prestige during the tenure of Admiral Savot. While not personally knowing the Vulcan, he had heard many things about him from his friend and former El Salvador crewmember Ethan Hope. His experience had been cordial yet extremely rewarding. As he thought of Ethan, he couldn't help but realize that he hadn't spoken to his friend in a very long time. "Computer what is the current posting of Commander Ethan Hope?"
"Commander Ethan Hope current posting is the USS Melbourne."
"Computer please contact the Melbourne and ask the operations officer to relay a message to Commander Hope when he gets off duty. The message will read, "Hey Loser, Call me"
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Post by Savot on Apr 8, 2016 23:25:00 GMT
[El Salvador: Main Engineering, Chief's Office]
“Your diligence and dedication are to be applauded, I see why Savot holds you in such high regard, but if you keep digging your liable to stumble into information you shouldn't have.” She took a slight breath. “Please take a ten minute break, I need to use your console.” She took a slight pause and added. "I'll explain to Savot why he won't get your report."
Delbridge turned in his chair to see the Councilwoman, stood up slowly gesturing to the console as though holding a door open for a lady, then crossed his arms as he stepped aside, "Appreciate the thought ma'am, but Savot will get my report. The one that says the person he still trusts with the safety of his ship and crew, just like he did when he made you his First Officer, has used that trust to play her 'big picture' games that are too important for us every day grunts to be concerned about." His face looked genuinely sad, though there was irritation there too but not as strongly as his words might suspect, "I do understand 'big picture' issues ma'am, and the need to look at things in that scope and occasionally compartmentalize. The problem with being zoomed out that far though... is you don't even notice when 1 or 2 dots of light go out. I feel more sorry for you than I do for us. Savot's our captain; he'll take care of us, get us out of anything that befalls us or darn well die trying. We have his loyalty, and he ours. But you", shaking his head, having spoken softly enough that no one would overhear them as being seen to disrespect a Councilwoman would've set a bad example, Savot's friend continued, "your job necessitates using your friends. Sliding trust around like a pawn on a game board, and that's a genuine shame from what I understand. Savot said you're one of the most decent officers he's gotten to serve with. Hell... because he's my friend, I intend to leave him with that impression. So tell him whatever version you had prepped. Good evening ma'am, apologies for my tone, for whatever that's worth."
Delbridge tipped his head very slightly in a bow and left the office and Councilwoman Jackson to her own devices. He headed to the bridge to let Savot know that whatever the problem was, it wasn't something that presented any immediate danger to the ship. The turbolift deposited him on the Main Bridge where Doctor Chavet had apparently showed up with the same desire to learn what the heck was going on, the engineer tossed her a nod of greeting then rolled his eyes to her as if to say, I don't know the whole story, but I don't want to. He then leaned on the bridge railing behind the First Officer chair while Savot was in contact with the Away Team on the planet surface. They'd apparently reported their success in secretly transferring the research base to a site sufficiently far away that there was very little chance of it being discovered in the next 6-8 years unless there was a leap in technology on the part of the natives, which naturally the research base would report to Starfleet if it occurred. Savot pressed the communications button on the arm of his captain's chair to respond, =^=Understood, Commander, excellent work. Inquire from the owner of the necklace where we can send it, as we won't be leaving it here to be lost again and risk Prime Directive violation for the sake of his or her vanity or sentiment.=^=
Delbridge winced at the unusual harshness in Savot's tone and glanced around the bridge but none of the surrounding crew seemed to have heard it, or at least taken note of it as they were focused on their own jobs with the possible exception of Doctor Chavet. Irae answered in a no-nonsense tone that suggested she really agreed with the vulcan in principle, and said the team would be up presently but she had one last thing she needed to tend to. =^=Your discretion, Commander. Everyone beaming up is to report to sickbay for extra testing to ensure the transporter filters don't miss any native pathogens. Savot out=^=, he turned to his engineer even as the turbolift opened to reveal Jackson's entrance onto the bridge. Delbridge shrugged and gestured toward the Ready Room, "Nothing that can't wait, boss. Why don't you catch up with your old FO? Ship's secure and in no danger from technical failure."
Savot narrowed his brow in confusion but trusted his friend's word and walked to the Ready Room, standing by as the doors whoosh open to allow the lady to enter the room first, then the doors closed on whatever she chose to reveal to the vulcan captain....
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Deis Irae
Commander
Savot: "Doctor, put down the hypospray." Deis: "No way pointy, this ship's mine!" [2003]
Registered: Sept 27, 2013 3:30:12 GMT
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Post by Deis Irae on Apr 10, 2016 0:34:35 GMT
::Irae queued off her commbadge and then looks down to the "one last task". An extremely happy looking lizard dog with a long forked tongue that lolled from its nearly smiling fangly mouth. The animal looked dumb as melba toast but thats pretty much what the dr ordered at this point. She couldnt stop thinking about that lonely old farmer. She couldnt give him her presence or thoughts...but she could leave a happy little companion that might brighten his senior years. Even if only a little. Whats wrong with her anyway? Its been forever since she gave the slightest damn about a stranger...perhaps shes not as hard as she thought. Hard to decide if thats comforting, or disturbing.::
::So it happens that Deis made her way back down that long pathway through the early morning-dark forest. Silent. A slip of a shadow, the effect of which is totally spoiled by the panting grrrrllll of the lizard dog that follows her, leashed by a simple cord. Greenish grey, scaled rather than furred, the thing is clearly canine nonetheless. And just so overly happy to be here, to have the attention.:: Shhh pup...zard. Im nae fer ye...but i know someone who will take t ye famously.
::It dosent take long for Irae to arrive at the barely awakened farmhouse. Only a single light burns in one of the windows so she crouches low and makes her way across the yard to the doorway that she entered only the night before. Around the latch of the door she hooks the cord and then takes a quiet moment to give the pupzard a little scrubbing of knuckles over its forehead. She cant remain...she cant be seen here but she feels oddly pleased to have done this one small thing. Hearing a rattling inside she dashes through the shadowy yard back to the covering of trees. Grry barks follow her but become excited yips when the door is opened. The old man finds himself suddenly lavished with innocent happy attention and what Deis hopes will be devotion over time.::
::Then it is back to the transport location...to return home, but this time with a little smile on her face::
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::Once back aboard the El Sal, Irae takes a few moments in quarters to change back into her uniform from the comfortable but monochromatic local costume that she had worn planetside. Then it is off to the bridge to give the Captain a quiet "mission accomplished" and to take her place. Immediately there is a ping from incomming shuttle, which she assigns to the appropriate shuttle bay and then keys open a channel to:: =/\=Commander Peers, this be First Officer Irae o th El Salvador. Yer cleared t dock. Once onboard please report t th Bridge fer a good lookin over. Welcome an Irae out.=/\=
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2016 17:00:56 GMT
Nayomi leaned onto the railing beside Delbridge. She was no expert on body language, but clearly he was also unsettled about what the Admiral was up to. She wasn't one to engage in or encourage gossip, but she would have to find a moment, in private, to talk with him. Perhaps a call into sickbay was in order, after all he was a few months late on his annual medical. She was about to mention this to him when the report came in from the away team that the necklace had been found.
=^=Your discretion, Commander. Everyone beaming up is to report to sickbay for extra testing to ensure the transporter filters don't miss any native pathogens. Savot out=^= The captain tuned back to were Delbridge and Nayomi were now standing. Nayomi gave a curt nod and headed for the turbo lift. She would have to interrogate the Engineer for more information later.
Most of her team was already on duty, a couple patients being treated for the usual ailments that came with ship board living were being tended to by the staff and the others were taking care of the usual humdrum activities of sanitation and administration. "Message waiting for you from Trill Doctor. Seems to be of a personal nature."
Excellent Just what she needed. It would be some time before the away team arrived, so she may as well bite the bullet. "I'll take it in my office. Prep sickbay for the away team's arrival. Standard quarantine until we can clear them of foreign pathogens."
Once in her office she sat down and accessed her message cue. She frowned in dismay when she saw the most recent message. It was her mother. She began to play it back.
"Look Nayomi, Your sister came by this morning and she is distraught. She tells me Jahka is on your ship and you refuse to speak with him, You almost sent him to the Brig! Sometimes you just need to think of things as water under the bridge! All three of you were so much younger then. You are the Head Medical Officer on a Star Ship, you should be able to act more mature then this." The message ended abruptly. Great.
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