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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2006 16:45:15 GMT
The normal propensity for smiling and a twinkle in his eyes vanished. It had been a long time since TJ had felt this furious. He had just received his instructions from Commodore ONE, the commandant of Starbase Conqueror, and did not like them – not even a little bit! He had had dealings with Sean O’Shassera before, and didn’t want anything to do with him!
In TJ’s opinion, Sean was a politician in the diplomatic corps who had a Ph.D. in working the system, but hadn’t started kindergarten yet in the morals and ethics department. Publicly, he was “squeaky clean”, but only publicly. There were more skeletons in Sean’s closet than all the cemeteries of Terra combined.
People in the public eye who had opposed his policies were developing a nasty habit of being found dead not long thereafter. Two men already, one a Vulcan and the other human, had turned up dead under highly suspicious circumstances. TJ wondered how Sean O’Shassera managed to keep his political hands clean – but he always seemed to have an alibi.
But TJ had personal reasons for his feelings of animus for Sean as well... feelings that revolved around his elder sister Katie, whom he idolized and who had reared him and his younger sister ever since the vehicular accident that orphaned him when he was ten.
Katie, being a very attractive woman, had caught Sean’s eye, and he approached her with the mind to start in a tryst with her, and she had rebuffed him. But one does not deny Sean O’Shassera without repercussions, and Katie had faced them. Later, he had tried to blackmail her into an affair with him, which is how TJ had learned of Sean’s lack of propriety.
Leaving Commodore ONE’s office after receiving his orders for the upcoming mission, he walked until he found himself at spacedock, and stepped into the shuttle that would bring him aboard the flagship USS Hepta.
Briefly, the mission was one of passenger transport. TJ thanked his lucky stars he wasn’t being required to transport Sean O’Shassera himself, but since the passenger was to be his daughter Polly, how much better could it be?
Polly’s mother had been denied visitation rights for the past ten years, and now that Polly had reached her eighteenth birthday, she had managed to threaten her husband Sean with public exposure of his abominable methods of conducting business and his scandalous – had it been publicly known – private life. She would keep silent only if Sean would send Polly to live with her. And Sean, to protect his political career, had agreed.
TJ’s face darkened even more with anger as he was filled with these memories – especially what Sean had done to his sister Katie – and as the shuttle slowly approached the Hepta.
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Post by ambassadorrela on Sept 20, 2006 20:45:43 GMT
Rezula didn't like to wait for anything, and knew where she needed to be. Without waiting for the proper authorities, she made it to the ship and put her belongings in her designated quarters.
It didn't take her long to get to the bridge and noticed that the first officer was already there. She walked over and stood at attention.
"Ma'am, Commander Rezula reporting in for duty," she said, and was acknowledged. She walked over to her station and wondered where her cadet was. Rez brought up the information on who she was training and on who the crew was. She wanted to know everything possible since she was new.
She got straight to work looking over the information and her station at the same time hoping the cadet would show up soon enough.
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Post by anderson on Sept 20, 2006 21:34:20 GMT
Joan had heard about the Hepta lately, and missed being an instructor on a mission. She contacted the captain and got permission to participate in the current one. It was something she looked forward to hoping she could keep her promise to her mother.
Joan got her stuff together quickly, and told ONE where she was heading. He didn't seem to mind, and she was glad. She would miss the base, but she knew she had to do this.
Joan walked onto the bridge and noticed a reptilian creature at security. She waltz right up to the center seat where she found a female, which surprised her.
"Ma'am, Commander 1st Class Joan McCormick reporting for duty," she said and the commander looked her up and down.
"Yes, ma'am, I am indeed the admiral's daughter, and no I am not too young for my position," she said hoping she could just get to work. It wasn't too much longer before she headed over to Science. She took a seat and started looking over her station hoping she remembered how to do this.
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Post by huggybear51956 on Sept 21, 2006 0:27:06 GMT
Cadet Youngblood was on board the USS Hepta for his assignment. He was so anxious to be aboard that he forgot where he was supposing to report in. He got his bearings on track and headed for the bridge where he knew that his commanding officer would be at the security station. He stepped on to the turbo lift and said “bridge”. The turbo lift soon stopped and as so as the doors came open he got a lump in his throat. He looked around and saw where his commander was. When he approached her he snapped to attention. “Commander Rezula, Ma'am” Cadet Yahnie Youngblood reporting for duty. He was standing at attention waiting for her to reply.
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Post by duplicate on Sept 21, 2006 17:27:40 GMT
Alex got aboard as quickly as possible, and decided to get straight to work. She headed to the bridge and noticed none of the other instructors were there yet. She also noticed the captain wasn't on the bridge. ~He is probably in his office. Well, I should report in to him, let him know I am here.~ She thought, and asked the computer where he was. She found he wasn't even on that deck, and took the captain's chair for now. She took out a padd and started to read up on ship repairs and such.
It wasn't long before a reptilian creature came up and reported in. Alex acknowledged her, and then dismissed her. ~So, that is Rezula. Well, it is good to have someone aboard for that cadet.~ She thought, and returned to reading.
Once again it didn't take long before someone else came up to her. She noticed it was a girl, and was about to say something when the kid reported in for duty.
"McCormick, any relation to the admiral? Aren't you a little young for your position? I always thought Commander McCormick was at least 22 or so," she said, and heard the response.
"Well, welcome aboard. I look forward to working with you," she said and then returned to reading as the gal headed over to her station. ~A child. Here I was thinking I would be working with a grown officer. To think all I heard that she had done, some of those things must be lies, or someone exaggerated them.~ Alex thought a little disappointed.
Alex heard the lift doors swish open, and she turned to see who was coming. She was expecting her cadet, but found a cadet coming out. The cadet headed over to the Security station. She returned to reading.
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Post by ambassadorrela on Sept 21, 2006 17:46:41 GMT
Rez looked up from her console and reading material to find a young man before her.
"Welcome cadet, it is good to finally meet you. However you should report in to the commanding officer on deck before you report to me. When she sends you on your way, then return here," she said and went back to her console with the many different displays going at once.
It didn't take long before the cadet had returned.
"Welcome back, now come around here, and I will assign you something to do until we leave. There are many areas we need to check, and some of them will need checked by the security teams we have aboard. Send out a message to all security personnel, and when you do, what is it you will have them do?" Rez said quizzing her cadet to see what he knew of this station.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2006 18:26:09 GMT
Chagrined, Polly sat back in her seat as the pilot steered the small personal shuttle towards the huge silvercoloured vessel that hung in her moorings at one of the docks. The eighteen year old didn't want to go to her mother, and had thrown quite a tantrum to be allowed to stay with her father, but Sean O'Shaserra had been very insistent.
She leaned forward, leaning her chin on both her fists in anger as she searched the bow for the ship's name. Then she saw it, in large bold letters: USS Hepta.
"There she is," the pilot grinned, "magnificent isn't she? From what I heard she's the pride and joy of Starfleet academy."
Polly guffawed at his statement. "A training vessel?" she shrieked, "daddy's putting me on a training vessel? Will I be required to engage with these...younglings?"
The pilot shook his head in resignation; there was just no dealing with the young woman if she was in this kind of mood, and she was very known for throwing her tantrums, and usually getting her way after one. "I don't know Miss O'Shaserra," he said truthfully, "let's get you aboard first and reported to their captain shall we?"
He listened to the Hepta's operation's chief as they were directed to the shuttlebay. There he neatly parked 'Endeavour' as Polly's private shuttle was called, then opened the hatch and assisted his charge out. Then he handed her over to a junior security officer who would escort Polly to the bridge. "I'll be going now miss," he told her, as he reboarded the shuttle and departed again.
Polly stood beside the officer, feeling lost and forlorn. "Take me to your captain," she demanded as she shook her long blonde hair loose from the braid it had been in. She glared at the officer with piercing blue eyes, making the officer squirm in turn.
Minutes later, they arrived on the bridge. "I demand to see the captain," Polly spoke up, "and I demand to see him now. Where is he?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2006 18:23:21 GMT
Ten Forward ...
TJ generally preferred doing mission briefings in the semi-social atmosphere of Ten Forward, and, despite his upset over this mission, he felt no differently about the location of the briefing. He only hoped his uncharacteristic surliness was not showing too badly.
Tapping his comm badge, he said, “Edwards t’ First Officer. It might be a good idea t’ have th’ crew reportin’ t’ Ten Forward in one hour for th’ mission briefin’.”
While waiting for the crew to enter the area, the Irishman busied himself about final arrangements for the brief meeting, as one by one... and in small groups... both cadets, officers, and crew entered the facility.
TJ crossed his arms, leaned back in his chair at the head table, and watched as the crew entered. No beaming smile lit his face... no gay twinkle sparkled in his eyes. His brow was furrowed, his lips stretched tight in tension as he waited. His normal atmosphere of approachability was gone.
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Post by huggybear51956 on Sept 22, 2006 20:18:51 GMT
Yahnie went to carry out the commander’s orders and left the bridge. As he left the bridge and went to main engineering to make sure everything was in order. Cadet Youngblood tapped his Comm. Badge “To all security personnel on board I was asked by the commander to inform you to check all the vital areas of the ship and to make sure everything is secure also report anything out of the ordinary to your supervisor.”
Yahnie stepped off the turbo lift and started to walk toward main engineering when he heard his comm. Badge go off and the first officer stated “To all personnel head toward Ten Forward for a briefing in one hour.” Cadet Youngblood proceeded to check main engineering and once was completed.
Cadet Youngblood tapped his Comm. Badge and called for. “Commander Rezula ma’am, I carried out your orders and heading toward Ten Forward for the mission briefing.”
Cadet Youngblood headed to Ten Forward for the briefing. He entered Ten Forward and went up to the bar and asked the Bartender for “Tea El Grey Hot”. He grabs his cup of tea and went to sit down at a table. As he sat down his eyes glance over toward the Captain Edwards saw the cadet looking towards him and nodded to acknowledge that he was there. Cadet Youngblood felt a bit of uneasiness about him and shook it off as if nothing was wrong.
Cadet Youngblood was sipping on his tea waiting for all the officers and cadet to show up for the briefing. He was looking around the room and saw the officers and cadets file in. He continued sipping his tea and waited for the Captain to start the briefing.
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Post by alria on Sept 23, 2006 3:05:47 GMT
Alria made sure that she was up, packed, and ready to board the Hepta a full two hours before she had planned to depart the Starbase. There was no way she was going to allow herself to be late again, not after the embarrassment of reporting into the Conqueror. Besides, she was sure that, if she had friends, they would have already started a betting pool as to how long it would be before she screwed up in front of her superiors. Well, she was determined to make it at least the first day. Or at least through the mission briefing, whenever that would be.
Unfortunately, now she had a full hour and forty-six minutes before it would be proper to board the Hepta. Alria paced in front of her bed for what seemed like a lifetime, then finally sat down at her small, empty desk.
“Computer, what is the current time?” She groaned upon hearing the answer. She supposed she could wander to the promenade and attempt to make some friends… but she hadn’t done that for the whole three weeks she’d been there, so why start now? Instead, Alria pulled out a padd and began working on a letter to her mother. Doubtful she’d ever be able to send it, but it always seemed to make her feel better.
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Alria adjusted her uniform several times as the Hepta’s turbolift took her from her new quarters’ deck to the bridge. Her mouth was dry, her palms sweaty… she knew she was just like every other nervous cadet, nothing special. When the lift’s doors opened, she hesitated only briefly before stepping out. She wasn’t sure exactly who her instructor would be, but she knew procedure called for her to report to the CO on deck, so she tried to look confident as she approached the captain’s chair. She had been expecting Captain Edwards, but instead saw a young woman. The commander didn’t notice Alria, seemingly distracted by acknowledging a comm. badge order.
“Cadet Alria reporting in, sir,” she said after a moment passed without acknowledgement.
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Post by duplicate on Sept 23, 2006 10:36:02 GMT
"Yes, sir, I will send that out now," Alex said and heard the report in. She had something she had to do though.
=^=Commander Nikmud to all instructors and cadets. There will be a briefing in one hour, which you will report to Ten Forward.=^=
Once that was done Alex noticed the cadet was still standing there. "Hello, Cadet Alria, I am Commander Alex Nikmud, your instructor for this mission. Follow me, and I will show you the finer points to Operations," she said, and got up stretching finding she had been sitting in the Captain's chair for way too long.
At Ops, she stood a little behind the normal spot waiting for the cadet to walk infront of her. She noticed the cadet was nervous.
"Relax, I'm not going to bite. Its normal to be nervous the first day, I remember mine. I spilled a cart of padds on a lower deck, ran into three officers, one of which was my First Officer, and I managed to be two hours late to the mission breifing. I always thought I was a klutz, but the second day, I managed nothing wrong. In fact I was doing something right for a change, and that's the day everything started to go right. So, relax, if you make a mistake, it happens," Alex said shrugging her shoulders a little. She smiled.
"Okay, there are several things that can go right or wrong when you are here. This station is to help make sure that engineering as well as all the other stations of the ship don't blow up. Power surges come straight to our attention. We constantly get messages from all areas of the ship. You will need to read most of them and deliver the message to the correct department. Like if engineering needs to eject the core, you will be the one reporting they have done so here on the bridge. Some messages are for the captain or myself, and you report those immediately. Am I going too fast?" She said hoping the cadet was able to keep up.
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An hour later she strode into Ten Forward with her cadet following. She took her seat next to the captain, and noticed he had a drink. Alex thought that looked good, but decided not to indulge herself just then.
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Post by kiralmallen on Sept 24, 2006 0:26:41 GMT
Cadet Kiral Mallen beamed on board with her luggage and a replicated handful of grapes. She popped them into her mouth, then looked around, as if she had only just noticed that she was on board the USS Hepta. She swallowed and smiled at the person working the transporter. She hadn't expected to make a first impression with her mouth full of fruit.
She inhaled deeply, remembering the first time she had been on a Starfleet vessel. That had been many, many years ago, with a different host. The uniforms had certainly changed since then. For that matter, so had the ships. The Hepta was a big step up from the Daedalus class vessel Tibec Mallen had served on.
Kiral thanked the transporter chief and exited the room. The computer provided her with directions to her quarters. It only took her a few minutes to find her room and throw her stuff onto her bed. She walked out into the hallway, ready to go, when her combadge beeped.
=^=Commander Nikmud to all instructors and cadets. There will be a briefing in one hour, which you will report to Ten Forward.=^=
The Trill figured she'd just report in there, when everyone was together and easy to find. She didn't think anyone would object if she arrived for the briefing a little early.
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Post by anderson on Sept 24, 2006 1:00:11 GMT
Joan wondered what happened to her cadet, and sighed. She heard the announcement, and having nothing better to do, told the commander she was heading down a little early. Commander Nikmud acknowledged, and Joan entered an empty turbolift.
A little later she entered Ten Forward to see a familiar face, but this time it was not a happy one. Joan walked over and sat down near him.
"Hello, Captain Edwards, I bet you didn't think you would see me on your ship again. Don't worry, we got those bugs worked out, no beheadings this time," Joan said smiling real big. She had meant to joke with him a little hoping to bring him out of this state, but it seemed nothing worked.
Joan looked around the table when she found the captain didn't want to socialize, and noticed a face with the rank of cadet.
"Hello, cadet. Might you be Cadet Mallen? If so, I have been waiting for you to report in. I am Commander Joan McCormick, and your instructor. Don't let my looks fool you, I have been around the galaxy a little bit now. I have served on a couple of ships and have also been on the base a bit as well. I may be young, but I am experienced," the teenager said. Joan knew by just the look on the cadet's face exactly what the cadet was looking.
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~I have seen that look too many times. Well she is in for a big surprise.~ Joan thought and walked over to the replicator getting a soda and some chili cheese fries. She walked back and sat down at the table. She noticed a hand wandering and slapped it away.
"You know where the replicator is," Joan said smiling sweetly grabbing some hot sauce for the fries.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2006 17:26:00 GMT
Ten Forward ...Silently the Irishman watched his crew come into Ten Forward... officers... cadets... passengers.... From time to time, he took a sip of his drink as he watched them enter. Most simply ordered something from the replicator and took their seats, noticing the difference in TJ’s manner – except for one young Commander who came directly to him within a moment after she had entered. "Hello, Captain Edwards, I bet you didn't think you would see me on your ship again. Don't worry, we got those bugs worked out, no beheadings this time." Not wanting to explode at Commander McCormick, making her the recipient of an anger she was not responsible for, TJ decided the better course was to remain silent. It would be easier than an apology later if he lost control and was curt with the Commander. He simply nodded an acknowledgment, and kept his mouth shut.
Finally, after all had arrived, he stood and looked over the group before him. There, standing sullenly at the bulkhead, was the reason for his ill humor. His frown deepened momentarily at the sight of the daughter of Sean O’Shassera. No mistake about it... that had to be her. The familial resemblance to Sean was obvious. ’Tis an attractive colleen she’d be, thought TJ, if it weren’t for th’ fact she’s an O’Shassera!
He took his eyes off her and surveyed the crew before him.
“’Tis me own welcome I give t’ ye all aboard th’ USS Hepta. A welcome back t’ crew an’ officers from previous missions, an’ an initial welcome t’ th’ new cadets.
“Th’ vessels o’ Starfleet serve many purposes,” he continued. “Some such purposes are adventurous an’ excitin’... others might be, on th’ surface, more calm in nature, even borin’... but all need t’ be done.”
Pressing a button at his chair, he lowered a screen, which, when lowered, came alive with a view of the constellation Ursa Major. Using a laser pointer, he circled Alcor, a faint star at the bend in the bear’s tail.
“This, ladies an’ gentlemen, is our destination,” he said. “This time out, ‘tis providin’ transportation we are for th’ young lady standin’ there against th’ bulkhead.” TJ indicated Polly, and wondered if the very slight touch of sarcasm in his voice when he uttered the word “lady” was at all apparent. He hoped not.
“Her name is Polly O’Shassera, daughter o’ th’ diplomat [this time TJ’s biting tone was a bit more obvious.] Sean O’Shassera. We’re usin’ th’ Hepta t’ take her from her father here on Starbase Conqueror t’ her mother on th’ second planet circlin’ th’ star Alcor.”
TJ paused in his briefing. He did not want to say the next portion, but duty demanded it.
“While Miss O’Shassera is aboard our vessel, she is t’ be given full diplomatic treatment, within requirements as set forth by th’ commandant o’ th’ Starbase, Commodore ONE.
“That,” TJ sighed in exasperation, “is th’ gist of our assignment, mates. Might it be that there are any questions?” He paused for response from the crew.<Tag... anyone>“Then, if there are no more questions, let’s be gettin’ t’ work.”
With that, TJ left Ten Forward with a scowl.
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Post by huggybear51956 on Sept 24, 2006 20:37:13 GMT
While still in Ten Forward listening to the Captain about the briefing, Captain I am Cadet Youngblood if I am out of line I do have a suggestion, “ I feel that the daughter of the diplomat should be escorted an armed escort while she is on board her safety.<Tag…Captain Edwards> “If the briefing is over, May I ask everyone to stand I would like to close this briefing with a prayer. The Lord's Prayer u-gv-wi-yu-hi u-da-do-li-s-ta-nv-i Our Father, living in heaven o-gi-do-da ga-lv-la-di he-hi
Your name shall be glorified. ga-lv-quo-di-yu ge-se-s-di de-tsa-do-v-i
Let it be known you are God. tsa-gv-wi-yu-hi ge-sv wi-ga-na-nu-go-i
Here on Earth your will shall be a-ni e-lo-hi wi-ni-ga-li-s-da ha-da-nv-te-s-gv-i
Done the same as in Heaven. na-s-gi-ya ga-lv-la-di tsi-ni-ga-li-s-di-ha
Everyday, give us our daily needs. ni-da-do-da-qui-sv o-ga-li-s-da-yv-di s-gi-v-si go-hi i-ga
Forgive us what we owe, as we forgive others of what they have done. di-ge-s-gi-v-si-quo-no de-s-gi-du-gv-i na-s-gi-ya tsi-di-ga-yo-tsi-ne-ho tso-tsi-dugi
Don't lead us to trials, a-le tle-s-di u-da-go-li-ye-di-yi ge-sv wi-di-s-gi-ya-ti-nv-s-ta-nv-gi
But rescue us from evil. s-gi-yu-da-le-s-ge-s-di-quo-s-gi-ni u-yo ge-sv-i
You are God, tsa-tse-li-ga-ye-no tsa-gv-wi-yu-hi ge-sv-i
The strength, a-le tsa-li-ni-gi-di-yi ge-sv-i
And forever salvation. a-le e-tsa-lv-quo-di-yu ge-sv ni-go-hi-lv-i
Amen e-me-nv “God speed” everyone and good luck. As Yahnie ended his prayer he walked toward his Commander Rezula Ma’am,” If I am not out of like can you give me some more information of the star Alcor, I need more information of the area of space and where we are going.” “It’s just that because of my ability I have a type of sixth sense if as earth people would call. My sense usually come true. I just feel that there is danger but I don’t know if it’s towards the diplomat , Captain, or to the ship. I have felt this way since I was aboard the star base.”
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Post by ambassadorrela on Sept 25, 2006 1:46:30 GMT
Rez entered Ten Forward and took a seat just minutes before the briefing. She liked being a few minutes early, but not hours. She knew there were things she had to do at her station. I need to remind my cadet not to be so eager looking to be at a briefing for the next time he is in one. She thought.
Rez listened to the mission briefing, then stood up to get back to work. She noticed her cadet had joined her.
"I don't know any more about that place then you do right now cadet. If I were at my station, I could call all kinds of data up about it, but I am not headed there right now. As for your sense and feelings. It is good you have those. Sometimes a Security officer must go on their own insticts and feelings. Don't every lose any of that, you may need it some day. I am also glad you found me. You will be coming with me," she said and marched right out of Ten Forward.
Rez took her cadet to the holodeck, and entered ordering the computer to open one of her programs.
"Okay cadet, I want to see what you can do. I will be outside waiting and watching. Don't let me down," she said and exited the holodeck telling the computer to start program as she called up the scenes inside to watch what he would do.
The first thing that came was a dark dojo, then laughter. Suddenly the lights sprang on, and she noticed he was surrounded by several people wearing black pj looking clothing. She wondered how good his hand to hand combat was.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2006 2:48:19 GMT
While still in Ten Forward listening to the Captain about the briefing, "Captain, I am Cadet Youngblood if I am out of line I do have a suggestion; I feel that the daughter of the diplomat should be escorted an armed escort while she is on board her safety." At first, TJ wanted to refuse the suggestion, but suddenly thought better of it.
"Very well, cadet. Your suggestion might be a good idea, at that."
With the type of behavior likely from an O'Shassera, he thought, perhaps an armed escort might be a good idea.
"Mr. Parker, would ye be seein' to it she gets that escort?" he said.
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Post by alria on Sept 25, 2006 4:01:24 GMT
Alria followed her instructor across the bridge to the Ops station, trying to look as little like a newbie as possible. She glanced at Commander Nikmud as she stepped into place in front of the station console. Alria knew she should try to smile or something to make a decent first impression, but that seemed to be beyond her motor cortex’s comprehension. "Relax, I'm not going to bite. Its normal to be nervous the first day, I remember mine. I spilled a cart of padds on a lower deck, ran into three officers, one of which was my First Officer, and I managed to be two hours late to the mission breifing. I always thought I was a klutz, but the second day, I managed nothing wrong. In fact I was doing something right for a change, and that's the day everything started to go right. So, relax, if you make a mistake, it happens," Alria took a deep breath as her superior spoke, and her body relaxed a little. Thank goodness she had chosen Ops and ended up with a calm, agreeable instructor. She couldn’t help noticing the reptilian woman stationed at security, and she knew that she would have had some major problems working directly under someone so intimidating and… different. Either way, it felt strange to be looking at a woman as an authority figure, even though she knew it was to be expected in Starfleet; they handled things quite differently than back on Valt. Pushing aside bittersweet thoughts of her home planet, she returned the commander’s smile. Although her mouth was still too dry to form any actual vocal sounds, she mouthed a “thanks,” which the commander acknowledged slightly before continuing. “No, sir. It makes perfect sense.” This time she managed a genuine, albeit small, smile, and focused her complete attention on her instructor’s first lesson. An hour later she was trailing behind Commander Nikmud as they entered Ten Forward. She couldn’t help feeling surprised- she supposed it made sense that a starship of that size would have recreational areas, but she certainly hadn’t expected to attend her first mission briefing in a bar. The captain’s speech was unique to her ears and most pleasing, but as she listened to his semi-scornful, rather aloof briefing, the optimism she had felt moments earlier started to dissipate. She racked her brain attempting to think of a question that would impress the CO and start things off on the right foot, but she knew none would come. Instead, she sat awkwardly as another cadet led a closing prayer (that she did not know or care to). Alria had to admit, she was rather relieved that her first mission would be a simple escort one; she was sure that they didn’t entrust training vessels with much more, but it still gave her hope that she just might be able to survive the next few months- maybe even make it to graduation!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2006 15:06:53 GMT
Polly strode after TJ, snagging his sleeve and pulling him around to face her. Her piercing blue eyes seemed to see right into his soul as she glared at him. "I will not accept an armed escort," she snapped, "I will not be treated as a fragile girl and if you persist I shall lodge a complaint against you."
She took a step back but continued to glare at him. "And where were you when I came aboard? Where were you when I went to the bridge to make my presence known? Is that how you treat guests, but ignoring their presence? I demand an apology captain, and I demand it now."
Polly ignored the stares her tantrum was drawing, and also ignored the security guards that were walking up to them. "You'll regret this," she threatened, before walking away, "I promise I'll make you regret this!"
off: please note that my name is O'Shaserra, not O'Shassera.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2006 17:05:32 GMT
Sorry about the name thing, Polly. It is now corrected. I had picked up the mispelling from a previous post. Polly strode after TJ, snagging his sleeve and pulling him around to face her. Her piercing blue eyes seemed to see right into his soul as she glared at him. "I will not accept an armed escort," she snapped, "I will not be treated as a fragile girl and if you persist I shall lodge a complaint against you." TJ’s scowl deepened even further, it taking all of his fortitude to not lose his temper at the frothing teen attempting to reprimand him.
“Based upon th’ attitude you’re displayin’, an armed guard is a necessity, else ye might not be makin’ it in one piece t’ Alcor!” he answered as dispassionately as he could manage. “An’ as t’ reportin’ me, that’s your privilege... but you’ll have t’ be presentin’ evidence – an’ I plan t’ be givin’ ye none!”“Ahhh, ‘tis an apology you’re demandin’ now, is it?” the Irishman fumed. “Well, no apology will be comin’ from me, unless I deem it t’ be appropriate. An’ as far as policy concernin’ on-board guests on th’ Hepta goes, Miss O’Shaserra, ’tis me own word that’s law here, an’ not yours!” TJ snapped back.“An’ if ye have any other ideas puttin’ you in charge o’ th’ Hepta, ‘tis suggestin’ very strongly I am that ye forget them now, else these fine gentlemen... <here, TJ gestures to the approaching security guards> ... will find more fittin’ accommodations for your highness – in th’ brig!”TJ stood for a moment, watching the young Polly storm off. He noted, despite his dislike of the girl, how pretty she looked as she left.
“A cryin’ shame it is,” he said, addressing a nearby security guard, “that th’ colleen has t’ be so much like her father!”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2006 18:52:36 GMT
Furious, Polly rushed back to her assigned quarters and flung herself onto the sofa, crossing her arms indignantly over her chest, her gaze fixed on the door. "I'll get him," she whispered as she got back to her feet and got over to her computer. Being an ambassador's daughter gave her a lot of computer knowledge and she could hack into any system without being detected.
Accessing her computer terminal, she brought up the schematics of the USS Hepta. "Ahhh, a Galaxy class," she whispered, her eyes shining in excitement as she browsed through the schematics. To her delight there were several sensor blind spots on the ship, where interference caused the signals to drown eachother out.
After several hours of hacking into several systems and expertly covering up her tracks, Polly finally knew what she needed to know, including the necessary command codes to execute her orders. She had discovered several blind spots and she'd separate the crew into small groups, beam out their combadges and seal any access towards their position as well as burn out any access panel that might be at their location.
The teenager rubbed her hands together before executing her commands. On the bridge, cadets saw their instructors disappear, leaving their combadges behind. The last one to vanish was Captain Edwards, who was beamed to a separate lonely location. Polly would deal with him later and make him pay for his rude treatment of her. She was Polly O'Shaserra and her father was Ambassador Sean O'Shaserra of Clan O'Shaserra, and she would not be treated like a common crewman fourth class.
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Post by huggybear51956 on Sept 25, 2006 19:40:08 GMT
Yahnie has never seen a holodeck but, has heard so much about them. He followed his commander to the holodeck. He stood outside thee entrance of the holodeck and the computer spoke “Enter when ready.” The first thing that came was a dark dojo, then laughter. Suddenly the lights sprang on, and she noticed he was surrounded by several people wearing black pj looking clothing. Yahnie was amazed with his surroundings that he didn’t notice ninjas till they were upon him. He automatically sprang into action. He first grabs one of the ninjas and threw him over his shoulder and hitting another as the one he threw over fell on him. It was a powerful throw that it knocked both of the ninjas out. Next he did a back kick around him and knocked the other out, after he done that he quickly turned around and hit the other ninja about 3 times and knocked him out. The simulation ended and the room became a yellow grid. Yahnie walked out of the holodeck and stood in front of his commader. ( Commander Rezula)
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Post by duplicate on Sept 25, 2006 21:52:19 GMT
Alex listened to the briefing, and left when others did with her cadet heading back to the bridge.
"This should be an easy mission," Alex said to the cadet hoping she would be able to continue writting that holonovel she started on when she first arrived.
In just one second Alex found she was moved from the turbolift to some unknow place. She took note that it looked like the inside of the ship still, and she surmised she was still aboard. She was about to open a commlink, but found her commbadge wasn't with her. She wondered what was going on.
"Okay, no consoles or anything like that, and I don't see any way to leave, yet. There has to be a way out, just has to be."
Alex reached for her tricorder and phaser to see what she could find. She found they were both dead, and Alex felt really really hot in her location.
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Post by ambassadorrela on Sept 25, 2006 22:10:00 GMT
Rezula ended the simulation a little early when she saw what he had done. He came out and stood before her.
"Well done cadet, now you will return inside and show me what..." Rez was about to tell him what was next in the simulation for him when she found herself whisked away to an unknown location. She noticed her tricorder and phaser weren't working, and she also noticed her commbadge was missing.
"Well, it looks like I have been kidnapped. I wonder if those doors work or if that pannel does," Rez said to no one in particular. Rez walked over to the doors, and they wouldn't open. She also discovered the pannel wasn't working.
"Just as well, I will have to think of a way out of this now. I wonder if there is some secret access port," Rez said starting to try to think around the few obstacles in this instance. She saw it as nothing but a challenge of her abilities, and started to search the area.
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Post by anderson on Sept 25, 2006 22:24:59 GMT
Joan had listened while eating her fries making mental notes. She was glad no one else had tried to take a fry, and was enjoying them.
Once the briefing was done, Joan stayed to finish her fries, and smiled at her cadet a little. "If you want to go to the bridge, I will be there in a little bit to help you learn your station," Joan said between bites.
All of a sudden Joan found herself not in Ten Forward but instead in a very small area. She knew it to be a crawl space inside the ship, and noticed the doors before and behind her wouldn't open. ~Okay, the pannels don't work, neither do the doors. Relax, calm yourself. The cadets will find you. Just remember to breath, it may be small, but you will be okay.~ Joan thought trying to coach herself.
Joan had always hated small enclosed spaces, ever since she was little. Once someone had locked her into a closet, and she had no way out. She had pounded for hours, but no one had answered.
Joan remembered spending three days in the closed small space with no one coming to her aid. She felt like she couldn't breath, but did her best to take one breath at a time. ~In then out, in then out, in then out. Don't forget to breath.~ Joan thought closing her eyes as she exhaled.
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