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Post by connorstephens on Jan 28, 2007 14:07:05 GMT
"Mr. Stephens. Where is the bio-material that you calibrated the sensors with?"
Stephens started to answer, but she continued, telling him that there was normally a container of biomaterial that the sensors calibrated directly from. But she had changed this out, and had replaced it with a stalk of celery.
Celery. Celery! Of all the things in the universe that the sensors could have been calibrated from, she decided that celery was the thing. Stephens couldn't believe it. He started to say something else, but she was talking to T'Pren, who had apparently not done any better than he had.
Finished with her for the moment, the Cardassian turned back to Stephens, waiting for a response.
"With all due respect, Ma'am, that hardly seems realistic. I used the biosignatures of the people in this room. If the sensors recognized that, then..."
But she gently cut him off. He wanted to explain his reasoning, at least, so she wouldn't think he was daft, or worse, incompetent. But then she started saying something about knowing how everything worked together, and that everyone had to work together, and ask questions, and to never assume anything, like both Stephens and T'Pren had done. It dawned on him then. She was right. He HAD assumed that calibrating the sensors was an isolated thing, that it realy didn't have anything to do with anything else. Stephens dropped his indignation.
And then she changed. She became almost personal, asking if they were mad at her. Stephens almost laughed, but wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do. He looked at T'Pren, and almost laughed again. She wasn't even grinning. Of course she wasn't. She was Vulcan, after all. She merely raised an eyebrow, and Stephens noticed for the first time how attractive she was. ~I'd really like to get to know her better.~ It seemed surreal. Konal Manto, being personal. T'Pren, being lovely. Connor Stephens, trying desperately not to laugh.
The Commander asked Stephens if he knew where the Science labs were. The container of biomatter had to be replaced where it was supposed to have been in the first place. The celery--celery!!--removed and presumably discarded. He wondered, mildly, if he could do that right.
Looking again at T'Pren, he bolted for the turbolift. Another chance to shine!
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Post by morgainkarenn on Jan 28, 2007 17:50:50 GMT
“The controls are fairly simple,” Rachel explained, “your standard tactical console really, why don’t you have a look round, familiarise yourself with everything here.” "Thank you, ma'am," Morgain said, starting to get shy. She had a special talent of making herself more nervous than she should be, and that talent was showing itself now that she was on the bridge of a starship. She had been on bridges before, when her father was a science officer for Starfleet, but she had never been on a bridge doing a job.She shouldn't have worried. Controlling the weapons and shields appeared to be a simple job. Everything she would ever need was labeled quite clearly. For the moment, the tactical station wasn't needed, so Morgain just concentrated on memorizing where everything was. She intended to be fully prepared before she found her instructor, or until he found her.
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Post by tiffany24 on Jan 28, 2007 18:53:20 GMT
Tiffany look at her console study each everything she could hopeing she would get the chance at the helms.
"Tiffany thought to herself I do hope I get chance at helms an I hope I don't miss things up. Tiffany continue her dutys an until shieft ended,
"Then heading off to sickbay to talk with Commander Brelev, "Tiffany as finally making her arrival after taking the turbo lift an walking down the corridors.
"She was there at sickbay, ma'am could I talk to you after you are finish with you shieft ma'am ?
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Post by catii on Jan 28, 2007 22:21:24 GMT
..... "Cadet, are you injured?" "I'm okay, I think." said Cati, standing up."I think I'd better explain. Vhen I got my implant I had a speech difficulty for a while, vhen I was on Vulcan with my mother. That stopped there but when we moved back to Tallinn vhen I was twelve, my accent changed dramaticaly beacause I was amongst people who spoke differently. I got used to it and I went back to Vulcan to "purge" my emotions. During the training I had Esky, and after a couple of months I continued. It was about this time my mother and my husband were killed in the Badlands by the Borg. I had to stop my training so I could look after Esky and the training I had up to that point was useful enough to help me control my accent as I can get very embarrased about it. At times of extreme anger or joy I forget about it and it slips back. Each time that happens I get pains, shooting up my throat." She coughed. "Much better now" she said. "Well, one of my…… friends has been posted onboard temporarily and we took that opportunity for Esk to come onboard with her, rather then me. It’s a mix of that and the fact that my father got lost in the Dleta Quadrant on one of Starfleet’s most advanced ships, with Esk aboard." As she finished, another cadet walked in, asking for the Commander.
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Post by brelev on Jan 29, 2007 1:56:09 GMT
Brelev was puzzling over Caitlin's reply when another cadet entered sickbay. By her red collar she appeared to be studying in helm. She was relatively short with blond hair and hazel eyes, a human girl with a look Brelev was sure would catch some glances. She ran through the roster in her mind, Tiffany Anne Porter, that name seemed to fit. Her medical file was flagged, and Brelev had glanced at it briefly. Despite her ailments Cadet Porter seemed to be relatively healthy. The young women's record had mentioned something about her being from the early 21st century. Brelev had only known of one other individual like this, a Grace Mitchel. Grace had been brought to the current time by the Borg, by the sounds of it, Tiffany had simply, arrived. This fascinated Brelev, who was scientific by nature although not an expert at physics and space time. Either way any treatment Tiffany had ever received in the 21st century was bound to be ancient and need to examination. The things they would do to patients those days, the mere thought made Brelev shiver. "She was there at sickbay, ma'am could I talk to you after you are finish with you shift ma'am ?
"Doctor is fine cadet." Brelev corrected, turning to Tiffany. "I can speak with you know if you will just give me a moment." Tiffany nodded and Brelev turned her attention back to Caitlin. "There is some supply sorting to do, although that is hardly an educational experience. Rather I would like to send you to collect a few individuals for their routine check up. Commander Konal Manto is new to the vessel, I would like you to fetch her and run the examination. I believe she has two cadets right now, so she may be a little busy. Some officers will simply shrug off a physical, however Konal strikes me as someone who will take it more seriously. Once her physical is complete I Will give you another task." <Tag Caitlin> As Cadet Isis excited sickbay Brelev guided Tiffany into The CMO's office, sensing that their conversation may require some privacy. "I'm all ears cadet Porter, go ahead." <Tag Tiffany> (O.O.C My apologies for not seeing your earlier Tags Tiffany. Next time someone fails to reply to a tag in their next post, feel free to send them a private Message. This note goes for all cadets (and instructors too )
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Post by crystal on Jan 29, 2007 3:41:50 GMT
Crystal saw that there was another navigation cadet. The new cadet, Tiffani Ann Porter, seemed kind of confused and uncertain. Crystal empathized to a degree with that, although she hoped she had hid her unease better when she had been a cadet. Still, there seemed to be something beyond simple unease at work on Cadet Porter. Crystal wondered if she should ask about it, but she wasn't sure how she would phrase it tactfully.
Cadet Porter had finished familiarizing herself with the helm and left to drop off her bags and settle into her quarters a little, leaving Crystal behind with once again just the one cadet, Tovan. If she had to describe the process of piloting a ship it would be in incredibly emotional terms. In all honesty, she wasn't sure how she could go about teaching a Vulcan cadet who didn't hold with emotions to pilot any better than he could learn from a computer. “How's it going?” she asked him, glancing over his shoulder at the console readouts.
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Post by tiffany24 on Jan 29, 2007 3:53:25 GMT
She was there at sickbay. "Ma'am, could I talk with you after you're finished with your shift?"
"Doctor is fine cadet." Brelev corrected, turning to Tiffany. "I can speak with you know if you will just give me a moment."
Tiffany nodded.
As Cadet Isis exited sickbay, Brelev guided Tiffany into the CMO's office, sensing that their conversation might require some privacy. "I'm all ears, Cadet Porter. Go ahead."
I will plainly say this. I am from 2007. I am really out of this time-frame loop. I am afraid I might mess up my time frame or this time frame by being here. I have no idea how I got here or how to get back. Do you think I'm doing the right thing by joining StarFleet and adapting to here, or do you think I'm making a mistake? And I was also wondering if by any chance there was anyone here in this time frame related to me?"
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Post by brelev on Jan 29, 2007 5:34:16 GMT
Brelev thought for a moment. "I am hardly an expert on the space time continuum. I suspect the effects are less for your entering into the future then jumping back in time, I tend to find it very confusing. My advice is for you to do some research in the archives about yourself and see what comes up." Brelev explained, wishing to could do more to help the girl.
Ellena popped her head in the door, with a slightly frantic look on her face "Doctor I...Oh sorry." she mumbled, spotting the cadet.
"Just give me a moment." Brelev replied, shooing the nurse away. "As for relatives, we could run a DNA analysis through the system. However family lines are not kept secret, you could just do a little research on that as well. Cadet I have to ask, how is it that someone from such ancient a period managed to get into the Academy? You must be extraordinarily bright to catch up with your classmates."
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"Of course, and I suspect your Autism may have been somewhat beneficial. That condition is not very common anymore, if you don't mind my asking, in what way does it affect you?" Brelev's curiosity could be excessive somehow, but given her position she felt it was her place to pry.
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Post by connorstephens on Jan 29, 2007 13:19:28 GMT
As Stephens made his way down to the lab to replace the container of biomatter that was essential to sensor function, he thought of his bags, which had been removed to his quarters, and of a precious object he always kept with him. Of Irish descent, his mind was never far from that lovely fair land. He knew its people, he knew its history. 'Twas a history of sorrow and joy mixed, and the object was a photograph taken from the 1980s. It was a high time or low time, depending on the view, the height of the Protestant-Catholic conflict. Stephens hailed from County Antrim, in the heart of Ulster, the seat of Catholic power and control.
The photograph was of a young girl, perhaps eight or nine years of age. In her hands she carried an assault weapon, not gingerly, as one would expect, but as a veteran would, grim and determined. Her face was grimy and her eyes were empty, and as she looked at the camera, the blankness and shock of having her childhood ripped away were plain enough to see. 'Twas one of Ireland's great sorrows, this, having no children. There was no life at all, in her or in the thousands of others who were just like her.
Stephens kept the photograph to remind him of the futility of conflict, and the devastating consequences it brings. Her emptiness would always remind him of that.
He found the container he had been seeking, and put it back where it belonged. If only Ireland's children could have been put back where they belonged.
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Post by methos on Jan 29, 2007 15:07:49 GMT
Methos entered his office to see Cadet Kang standing with his hands behind his back. Methos went to his desk and sat down.
"Cadet, would you care to explain how you ended up in the brig?" Methos asked.
As Kang told Methos about how he ended up there, Methos was jotting down note, for the report that he would no doubt have to right. After Kang finished, Methos handed him a PADD and said, "Go to your quarters, this PADD will show you were they are, and get into uniform. I understand that you may have to replicate one. Dismissed."
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After Kang left the office, Methos headed toward to bridge to give Admiral Drew his report. On his way there, the lights in the Marine section of the ship flickered and then went out. Methos was by the door, which didn't open as he approached. He tapped his comm-badge and tried to contact Engineering. He got no reply. So as soon as his eyes adjusted to the dark, he made his way to his desk. He found a wrist light and turned it on. He grabbed a PADD and typed a quick Message to the command chair, telling Admiral Drew about his situation. He sent it but didn't know if it got through. So he just sat in his office, in the dark, and waited.
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Post by Daya on Jan 29, 2007 16:54:50 GMT
Methos was in his office looking over various reports, some of had nothing to with the Marines he was in charge of. The only PADD he hasn't looked at yet was that of his cadet, a Klingon named Kang Mek'tor. After he finished reading the reports, he got up, grabbing the info on his cadet, and walked to the replicator. "Raktajino," he ordered. As he waited for it to finish materializing, he glanced over the PADD in his hands.
'KDF, well that makes my job a little easier.' He read on. 'Violent history, quick to anger, defends the helpless, how heroic. Studies military history. He grabbed his raktajino and headed to the airlock to meet his cadet. When he arrived, he noticed that only Daya was standing there.
"Good morning, Commander," Methos said to his friend.
"I see that your cadet has yet to report to the ship, as has mine. Unless you have seen a Klingon, who is quick to anger..." Methos trailed off.
"Ah, hello Colonel, good to see you yet again. Onfortuneatly i have not seen either of our cadets, you are more than welcome to join me, waiting." Just as Daya finished his words, a privatre approached them, explaining that Methos' Klingon cadet was in the security hold on the starbase.
"Have fun with him Methos" Daya said as the marine left. Leaving Daya alone once more, still waiting on his cadet. While he was waiting the Klingon cadet walked in, looking at him he seemed to be making a mental guess as to who Daya was.
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"I am Lt. Commander Daya, I assume Methos sent you hear for me to show to the marine office?" The cadet nodded and Daya turned towards the door. "When my cadet arrives, have him report to me" He said to the nearest person, who was watching the area.
Daya waited with the cadet in the marine office, giving a few nods to the marines around, some he know other he didnt. Daya stood still watching the cadet, who seemed to be thinking to himself. When Methos arrived, Daya stood by and waited, listening to the report from the cadet.
Daya looked over the Methos and smiled, "Well, he should be a fun one to train" he said with a laugh. They were heading out the door, when the lights went out and the door refuesd to open. =^= Commander Daya to engineering, do you read me?=^= "nothing" Daya said, and the shrugged when Methos made an attempt.
Daya heard some shuffeling from Methos, and after his eyes adjusted, saw him reaching into his desk to grab a wrist light, "Got another one?" He asked, leaning against the wall.
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OOC sorry for the delay in my posting
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Post by wesleycrusser on Jan 29, 2007 18:10:21 GMT
S'reena turned and walked back towards Crusser, then motioned for him to follow her into the turbolift. "Cadet Crusser, this is a small test on your knowledge on this ship. I want you to use this tricorder and use it to guide us toward Ambassador Davis' quarters. When we arrive there I want you to make sure the surroundings are safe before we enter his quarters. Any questions?"
"No, ma'am."said crusser.
The left the Turbo lift and take his Tricorder and scan the deck.
"this way please Commander S'reena Hopeand Ambassador Davis." said crusser.
At the next corner, he us his tricorder.
"this way please." said Crusser.
He was very nervous. He walkt to the door.
"Whate here." said Crusser.
He entered the room and scan the room. He saw nothing and walk to the door.
"Come in,Please." said Crusser.
Commander S'reena Hope and Ambassador Davis walk in the room.
He walkt out of the room and he guard the door.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2007 19:56:27 GMT
Leaving the bridge in the capable hands of Commander Shinsei, Drew left for his ready room. Unzipping his jacket slightly, he sat on one of the sofa’s near the window, leaning back as he did so to watch the stars fly past. He sat there for a few moments, and then it occurred to him that he was actually feeling restless. All the cadet’s had settled in well, and had been given various tasks to do by their instructors, and nothing uneventful had happened since they had departed Starbase Conqueror. He therefore had nothing to do; except reports.
Letting out a sigh, he stood from the sofa and walked over to the replicator, intending to order some food, however he was interrupted by his console beeping.
Walking over to his desk, he was surprised to see that he had an incoming communication on his private channel. Raising an eyebrow in surprise, he sat behind his desk and keyed in his personal code. Instantly the Starfleet logo was replaced with the image of a young woman he had not seen for nearly two years. Surprised, shocked, and angered, he looked to the message status indicator, which told that this was a recording, rather than a live conversation.
Playing back the message, Drew clutched his fists in anger. When it was finished, he hit the off button, and then rising from his chair, started to pace the ready room. He had no idea how he was supposed to feel; the last time they had spoken she had made her feelings quite clear. She had chosen the life path she wanted, and now it had all gone wrong she had come running back. He had told her it would only end in tears, and he had told her there was no coming back. She had betrayed him, disappointed him, and ridiculed him. Now she wanted him back in her life, and wanted forgiveness.
Deep down he knew what he had to do; knew that he would forgive her. But he did not have to like it.
Deciding he needed to get out of the ready room, he returned to the bridge. Judging by the expressions of the officers he past, his expression must have reflected his current mood. Without saying a word he sat back down in his chair, and started tapping the side of his chair once again and watching everyone else work.
It was as he was looking around that he noticed he had a message on his console; this time from Methos. Activating it, a text message appeared on his screen; it seemed there had been a power outage in Metho’s office, and he and Daya were trapped.
Deciding he needed the distraction, Drew once again left the bridge, and instructed the turbolift to take him as close to Metho’s office as it could. He would pick up an Engineering kit on the way, and fix the problem himself. It would give him the time he needed to think over his response to wayward daughter.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2007 20:39:40 GMT
Rachel stood at the back of the Tactical station and watched Morgain familiarise herself with all the controls. The cadet seemed to be picking up the basics pretty quickly, which was good to see. Manning the Tactical station was one of the most important jobs on the ship, if trouble were to happen; it would be from here that the fate of the ship would actually be decided. When Rachel was on duty herself, she always felt a great sense of pride in the knowledge that she was responsible for the safety on all her crewmates.
“Hey, you seem to know your way around the controls pretty well,” Rachel said, walking up behind Morgain, “why don’t we try running a battle simulation, test your reflexes a bit?”
Keying in some commands, Rachel loaded up a basic tactical situation. A Romulan warbird de-clocking on the starboard side.
“The program is really very simple,” Rachel explained, “your sensors and console will respond as if we were really in a battle, knock yourself out.”
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I thought you might like to get a chance to fire some of those phasers Morgain. You can do what you like with the program, I’ll post after you to carry it on.
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Post by kang on Jan 29, 2007 23:09:39 GMT
Kang stood looking at the officer by the airlock, "I'm Cadet Kang," he stated unsure of what to say next.
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Post by kang on Jan 29, 2007 23:16:52 GMT
Shortly after leaving the Marine Headquarters building Kang remembered a question he'd forgotten to ask. Returning to the headquarters he tried to enter however the doors didn't respond and as a result Kang walked full force into them. Several nearby crewmembers witnessed the large Klingon walking into the doors and laughed, Kang however finding no humor in it turned to yell at those laughing. The faint sound of voices coming from the other side of the door caught Kangs attention. Realizing that there were most likely people still inside Kang proceeded to try and pry the doors open.
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Post by tovan on Jan 30, 2007 0:35:50 GMT
"How's it going?" Tovan heard Crystal ask.
"All systems report nominal," He replied. "We are on course and speed, and that fluctuation in the impulse drive appears to have cleared itself out. " Tovan wasn't sure what to do now, since the computer would alert him to any changes in status. He was continuing to keep an eye on all of the boards, of course, but his Vulcan discipline allowed him to multitask. Glancing over at the science console, he noticed that the cadet manning the station was also a Vulcan. Perhaps he would have to introduce himself later. He returned his attention to Crystal, awaiting orders.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2007 4:55:10 GMT
With T'Pren busy reinitializing the planetary sensors, and Mr. Stephens traversing an unfamiliar ship, Konal found some time to readjust some of her prior plans. After all, she was teaching two Cadets now. Some of her lessons were better received with more Cadets, and some were just flat out one-man... or woman... jobs.
Punching away at the padd, she noticed T'Pren engaging some of the other officers. The bridge was hopping with activity, and for a Vulcan to step out of her social bubble, even if it was the logical choice at this juncture of time, was pleasing for the Cardassian instructor. Had only her own training on Cardassia Prime been this rewarding, she probably wo.." she could bare to think of it no more. Such atrocities she had been party to, none of which had helped her become a decent being; all were designed to harden her heart.
=/\= Mr. Stephens, did you find the Science lab alright? =/\=
<Conner Stephens>
Konal knew he had it in him. She wasn't worried about either of her Cadets, actually. They showed high aptitude in their respective fields. She wondered if her previous deception with the celery caused any harm to the teacher/student relationship. "Celery," she quietly laughed to herself. She hadn't even heard of the Earth food until she switched it for the bio-canister, and that was only because it was the last bio-material the logs shown was replicated on-board.
T'Pren, when you are finished, meet me in Astrometrics.
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=/\= Mr. Stephens, when you have finished calibrating the bio sensors, will you please join me in Astrometrics? =/\=
The planetary sensors could be calibrated from anywhere on board that had access to astrometrics, but Konal felt the two Cadets could appreciate their work better by seeing the power of subspace imaging analysis first hand.
Konal made her way to Astrometrics, realizing along the way that Admiral Drew had not briefed the senior officers of their current mission. It didn't matter, though. Konal had enough training scenarios up her sleeve to keep the Cadets challenged and busy until duty called.
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Post by tpren on Jan 30, 2007 9:43:56 GMT
As T'Pren finished recalibrating the planetary sensors, this time making sure to request speed and heading from the helm, she turned and examined the rest of the bridge crew. She noticed, for the first time that there was another Vulcan on board the Hanson. She decided to go over and introduce herself. At the very least, she would have someone to meditate, and practice her Lirpa and ahn-woon with.
"If I am not disturbing you, Sir." she addressed the Vulcan, giving him the traditional vulcan salute (\V/). "I am T'Pren. I was wondering if you would join me for a game of 3D or 4D chess later, and perhaps some Plomeek soup?".
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Just then, her commbadge went off; =/\= T'Pren, when you are finished, meet me in Astrometrics. =/\=
=/\= "T'Pren here. Just finishing. On my way. T'Pren out."=/\=
She looked at Tovan and gave a slow nod. "My apologies. I must go." After checking her console to make sure her calibration was complete and accurate, she turned and headed for the turbolift that would take her to Astrometrics.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2007 12:27:51 GMT
S'reena stared long and hard at her cadet, wondering how he had known Davis had been walking behind them for quite some time. She certainly hadn't noticed him. Now, he stood guarding the doorway, while she and the human diplomat entered his quarters. "Cadet Crusser has been assigned as your personal guard," she informed him, "and as a bonus you get his instructor as personal guard as well." She silenced him when he opened his mouth to protest. "With all due respect mister ambassador, you are a special guest on this ship, a distinguished diplomat with his share of enemies. It is our duty to closely guard you to make certain nothing happens to you. Now, in a few hours we will be arriving at our destination, upon which we will escort you down planet. If you have complaints I suggest you lodge them with Admiral Drew. We will of course endeavour to stay out of your way, but we will be close by to step in." <Davis> S'reena beckoned Crusser to come in and close the door behind him. "Ambassador Davis, this is Cadet Wesley Crusser, your personal guard. Mr Crusser, his life depends on your quick thinking, so you must come up with a way to defend him. I expect a detailed scenario from you in two hours, which we shall run on the holodeck, together with Ambassador Davis." <Mr Crusser, be creative here remember my tips about stance, facial expression etcetera> Only now she realised she hadn't even introduced herself, as he obviously was unaware of who she was by the look on his face. "My apologies, I am Commander S'reena Hope, Hanson's first officer." <Davis/Crusser>
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Post by methos on Jan 30, 2007 14:54:17 GMT
Daya heard some shuffling from Methos, and after his eyes adjusted, saw him reaching into his desk to grab a wrist light, "Got another one?" He asked, leaning against the wall. "Sure do, here," Methos said as he tossed an extra wrist light to Daya. Just as Daya caught it, they heard a thud against the door and then some yelling. Methos smiled as he thought of who that might be. "I'll give you three guesses as to who that might be, but I think you'll only need one," Methos said, grinning at Daya. <Daya> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CPL Taylor was just getting ready to report for his shift at the firing range, when the Admiral passed him in the corridor, carrying an engineering kit. "Excuse me sir, do you need some help?" Taylor asked. <Drew> "Well sir, you know where you can find it if you need help," Taylor said as the Admiral rushed toward the way of the Marine office. Since he was going that way anyway, Taylor followed the Admiral until he stopped at COL Methos' office. There was a Klingon Cadet there, trying to pry to doors open with his bare hands. Taylor walked up to him and suggested using the tools that were specifically design to do that. <Kang>
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Post by connorstephens on Jan 30, 2007 16:11:26 GMT
Stephens was just in the process of changing out the biomatter, still ruminating on Konal Manto's somewhat odd methods of making a point. ~Ok, so it isn't always going to be straightforward like I'd think it would be. I'm going to have to take some time to get to know her, and figure out how she does things.~ He closed the door on the biomatter containment tube, and was wondering what he should do next when his comm badge chirped.
=/\= Mr. Stephens, did you find the Science lab alright? =/\=
=/\= Ahh, yes, Ma'am. I'm starting to get a picture in my head of where things are. =/\=
=/\= Mr. Stephens, when you have finished calibrating the bio sensors, will you please join me in Astrometrics? =/\=
Astrometrics. He started to think how he felt really competent in that area, and then chuckled to think that he really might not be as competent as he thought, at least with the Lt Cmdr around. And then he thought again of T'Pren, and how exotic she seemed. The charming Irish rogue in him was never far from the surface, and the thought of flirting with her, mildly at first, intrigued him. That she was Vulcan, and quite attractive at that, made it all the more interesting. He wondered how she'd respond to a bit of teasing. And if all went well, perhaps they could share a nice dinner together. He'd cook for her, and lay out some scented candles, along with a layer of cosmopolitan charm. Debonaire. Suave. And completely and playfully Irish.
Starting as he remembered that the comm channel was still open, he was grateful he hadn't thought out loud. That wouldn't do at all!
=/\= Astrometrics. Yes, Ma'am. I've just finished putting everything back where it belongs. I'm on my way, Commander. =/\=
Then smiling broadly, he left the science lab and made his way to Astrometrics, whistling a little ditty he'd learned from his grandmother. Something about kissing a girl.
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Post by kang on Jan 30, 2007 17:49:18 GMT
Kang had managed to partialy get the doors open, if one considered a crack the width of a finger partial. He felt someone tapping on his arm and turning his head saw an Corporal who suggested using some tools and pointing to A toolbag being held by none other than an Admiral. ~This just isn't my day~ Kang thought looking at the Admiral. The Admiral pulling a long bar like tool from the bag stepped forward inserting it into the crack. Meanwhile the crewmembers nearby who'd been laughing, seeing the presence of the Admiral decided it was a good time to lend a hand and came rushing forward.
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Post by catii on Jan 30, 2007 20:48:14 GMT
"......Once her physical is complete I Will give you another task." Cati walked out the door."Computer, can you tell me where Commander Konal Manto is?" The computer informed her that the Commander was in Astrometrics. As she walked through the door to Astrometrics she bumped into Cadet Stephens. <tag Stephens (to see what a mix of three species in one person will do to your Irish rogueness)>
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2007 23:13:52 GMT
Ambassador Davis’ Quarters...
Once Ensign Rollins had left, Commander Hope informed Jim that Security guard Crusser would be assigned to bodyguard detail.
“Really, Commander... it won’t be necessary. What could happen to me aboard your ship? And I do need to get my final bit of work done before we arrive at our destination. All due respect to your cadet here – I’m sure he’s a fine officer – I really don’t need that type of services.
“Sir,” he said to the young man, “perhaps then you should report back to your officer in charge?”
”Ah, well... perhaps. If it must be this way, then it must, I suppose,” said Jim, trying to hide his disappointment in being “watched”. Or at any rate, that’s what it felt like to him.
After a moment's pause, Jim said, "You honor me, Commander. I will of course bow to your rules and regulations here."
When Commander Hope had left, Jim closed the door and placed the contents of his case under lock and key in his desk, then, feeling a bit hungry, he stepped out of his quarters on the way to Ten Forward.
Knowing that the cadet would be coming with him, he turned to him with a half-smile and asked, “Care to join me?”
As the two walked the corridor, Jim asked the security cadet to tell him of himself on a personal level. His hobbies, interests, history, how he came to enter the Academy.
<<Cadet Crusser>>
”And what are your goals in Starfleet?”
<<Cadet Crusser>>
By this time they had reached their destination. Jim invited the cadet to sit at a table with him, and they did so, discussing what they might want to request for refreshment.
<<Cadet Crusser>>
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