Minimission: Help for the Helpless

[Jon Park]

Park steps over to were cadet McLeod was " I have switched over the date, Also i programed in some other little tricks if we need them" Park stated.

"Listen if we need anything else tell me i will activate a macro i programed in." Park looked confident that his plan would work.
"Let's go over the game plan For when the bombing starts

<Tag Mcleod>

"OK lets get moving , Doctor lead on" Park stated

[kratak]

Looking at the doctor as the cadet started putting there idea to good use. "I under stand doctor that you don't like weapons. But I must point out that nothing is against the rule of self defense, it will be up to you to use but I must insist you carry. Also the cadets are good but there bending the rules a little. I must make a decision soon on how far to let them go."

Looking around he Saw Commander Mcfarland and Commander Ford he motioned them over to where he and the doctor were. " Okay in short I think the cadets are smart and inventive but the bent the rules alittle, and I only think its fair that we level the playing field. I will not tell the captain there plans but I will have him check the computer date. Its only fair that he beware of the date not there plans. Unless there are any objections from you I will let him know." he looked around the command staff to here there thoughts on the matter.

He had to admit he was impressed with the cadets think and planning. They would not be easy to beat then again he didn't want to win he wanted the cadets to win because the goal of any instructor was to make a officer better then him or her.

[Andae Blakus]

Blakus was mildly amused by Cadet Park's mislabelling of him as a medical officer, "Don't worry" Blakus told him with a little chuckle. "I think I better go see my engineering instructor."

Blakus tried to pick out Commander McFarland from the crowd of officers and cadets, who all looked to be preparing to leave. He'd heard that Mcfarland was wearing a major's uniform. Ah, there he is, he thought. Blakus approached McFarland,

"Sir?" he addressed him, "I am your new engineering cadet, I apologise for being late. Are we ready to leave?"

<TAG: McFarland>

Blakus couldn't wait to get moving, although the fact that the safeties were off was making him nervous, very nervous.

[ainsleighmcleod]

The group assembled at the jeeps as they prepared for departure. Ainsleigh noted that all were now attired in German military uniforms and well armed with the exception of Dr. Barnes and herself.

As the convoy got underway, McLeod thought of the over 400 bombers that were preparing for takeoff on their way to Berlin. She only hoped that their unexpected attack would throw the hospital into chaos and allow them the opportunity to escape.

It seemed that they had no choice but to walk into this trap. Hitting another target had been her idea but to no avail. The powers that be decided that only this particular hospital had necessary supplies.

Ainsleigh only prayed that their diversion worked. She couldn't help but notice when Park had altered the holoprogram. A patient that the doctor was working on changed right in front of him. The weather had grown colder and the grass had turned a wintry brown. Not exactly the unnoticed change she'd hoped for.

She heard the order go out to mount up and soon the jeep belched the unpleasant smell of hydrocarbon emissions as it rumbled to life. Soon the driver shifted gears and they jerked forward and headed into what she wished would be a smoother mission then the ride was proving to be.

[brecakeran]

When B'reca walked into the holodeck, the others were all assembled and about to move out (to where, she had no idea. 20th century Terran history wasn't exactly her strong point.)

Cursing her lateness, she ducked behind a tree and scanned the crowd for her two commanders - Ford and Penfold. She'd made a point of memorising their appearances from their Starfleet records - to a Klingon, humans tended to look fairly similar, so it helped to spend some extra time studying the differences to make it easier to tell them apart.

It was fairly easy to spot both men, as they (along with a female cadet and a man she recognised as Dr Barnes) were dressed in a different attire from the rest of the crew. Guessing that she was expected to wear something similar to that of the other Cadet, B'reca quickly called up an Arch and changed before her superiors could see that she was inappropriately dressed.

B'reca ran to catch up with the convoy and slid into place next to Dr Barnes as if she'd been there all along.
"Cadet Keran reporting as ordered, Sir!" The words tumbled out all in one breath as she saluted smartly. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the other Cadet, assessing her. This one looked intelligent - a worth ally... or a dangerous enemy.

<Tag Barnes>

[ainsleighmcleod]

Ainsleigh spotted the Klingon approaching their jeep. She introduced herself to Dr. Barnes and Commanders Ford and Penfold. McLeod noted her observation and knew she'd been "judged".

"Cadet 4th class Ainsleigh McLeod," the young officer proffered a hand to B'reca as she moved to make room in the vehicle.

<Tag B'reca>

Wondering if the Klingon would take it or not, Ainsleigh gave her direct eye contact. For better of worse, McLeod was happy to have this woman with her in this dangerous mission.

Over the roar of the engine, Ainsleigh gave the new arrival an update on what was about to happen.

[lohnen]

The troops were in place, carefully hidden and with orders to stay out of sight. The group wouldn't know what hit them.....

Just when Danny was planning to make himself comfortable in his patrol wagon until the team arrived, all hell broke loose. The steady droning that had reached his ears hadn't worried him so much until the air raid sirenes began to wail. Looking out of his car window, he saw a group of at least 400 bombers flying towards Berlin. Danny cursed violently, jumped out of the car and ducked for cover in the nearest air raid shelter as the 400-pounders began to drop all around him.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Danny was trying to focus on the situation at hand, while troops and civilians ran screaming and shouting, suddenly blowing up in puffs of smoke and debris as one of the bombs hit them. "There wasn't supposed to be an attack today", Danny murmered under his breath. "That would be at least a month from now...." The thought hit him with the speed and strength of a bomb. "They cheated!" he yelled, not knowing whether he was pleased or not. Remembering Kirk's Kobayashi Maru test and the way he programmed himself out of that one, a smile lit up Danny's features, as he saw the team using the confusion to sneak out the supplies right from under his nose.

"So they have brains, this new bunch of Cadets. Good!"

Danny tapped his comm-badge.

=^=All hands, this is the Captain. Well done on the training excersise. I'm about to head for a Starfleet briefing on the Starbase. Meet me in the Hepta's Briefing Room at 16.00 hours, sharp!=^=

With that, Danny left the Holodeck and headed towards what would be his first Starfleet Briefing as Captain of a starship.


Well done everyone. This was just a training, the mission will start tomorrow. You can sim on this thread, wrapping things up, until then.

Instructors, those who have not yet voted for the mission idea on the Hepta Yahoo groups, please do so by E-mail or IM to me a.s.a.p. please. I'll see you all in the Briefing Room!

[brecakeran]

"Cadet 4th class Ainsleigh McLeod," the young officer proffered a hand to B'reca as she moved to make room in the vehicle.

"Cadet 4th class B'reca Keran," replied the Klingon, shaking the firm hand that was offered. McLeod seemed to be studying her in much the same way as she had been studying the human - trying to gauge whether B'reca was friend or foe. This was the kind of behaviour she'd thought she'd got away from by leaving her home world; she was here to become a science officer, not get caught up in Starfleet politics.

Over the roar of the engine, Ainsleigh gave the new arrival an update on what was about to happen.


McLeod's help was much appreciated - something B'reca needed but felt unable to ask for. Her unease dissipated as it occured to her that she might find an ally in this woman, perhaps something that could even be called friendship.

"I will fight by your side," B'reca said quietly but assuredly. "You can count on me, Cadet."

[kratak]

Hearing the captains orders and smiling at what his cadet's had almost pulled off, if they had more time I"m sure they would have given him a run for his money. Tapping his combadge " Okay everybody you heard the captain I want everybody there on time. Also in uniform as well please report to your respective department heads as well. If I have a tatical cadet report to me directly"

OCC Okay everybody you did a good job I know we didn't get to far along. I promise you what is in store for you will make up for it. Keep up the good work and we'll all have some fun on this mission.

[Deleted]

Tim ignored the pleasantries of the other ship members he passed on the way to his room. The marine dropped his bags in place at the threshold when he arrived. The doors automatically opened, Howd picked his packs back up, and walked in.

The place was clean. There was minimal furniture in the living area. Around the corner, in the sleeping area, a large bed could be seen. He threw his packs onto the bed, knowing full well he wasn't going to use it. It had been years since he had used a mattress to sleep. Mattresses made people weak. He preferred to constantly live in training mode.

He did not look forward to this assignment. As a Lieutenant Colonel, he should be out piloting a small fighter, not prancing around a ship acquainting young recruits with the trials and tribulations of Starfleet life... marine life.

The sequence of events that led him to the Hepta would not be considered as unfortunate. Howd had not received that memo, though, as he found the latest turn of events to be just that: Unfortunate.

He was a great marine. Nobody above him in Command, or below him in his service would contest that. He did his job diligently, and with purpose. Timothy Howd had no real family, being adopted at a young age, and having abusive foster parents. The marines were his family, and he never let them down.

The lack of interpersonal skills, however, was duly noted by his superiors. He had no friends, and had no other purpose than to perform his duties. He was deserving, in terms of performance, of gaining the rank of Colonel... and thus commanding his own ship... but again, the interpersonal skills were lacking. This is where the USS Hepta came into play.

=/\= Computer, one water =/\= Howd usually kept things simple, and his beverage selection didn't differ from that idiom. His simplicity was a trait that people noticed most about him. The Lieutenant Colonel was a tough sell to command because of this simplicity, and his acceptance onto the USS Hepta almost didn't go through. Not that he wouldn't have minded. This wasn't his idea anyway.

"It is deemed that you lack the necessarily social skills to successfully gain the respect of a crew, and thus command a ship of your own." That is what was written about him when he was last considered for a command position. The pencil-pushing-talk was just gibberish for "We don't trust you." The hope was, assigning him to an instructor position would smooth out the edges on the marine. Howd was all edges, and there would need to be a lot of smoothing. He was indignant a bit on the gesture, but understood the implication. Howd could easily prove to Starfleet his command abilities. His cadets would be the best marine recruits in Starfleet. He would see to it.

The sonic shower started as Timothy shaved his face. He always kept a clean shave, careful not to catch the old-fashioned blade on the divoted scars. He was meticulous about his looks. Fashion wasn't his motive, however. Good hygiene was the habit of a good marine. Howd was the best marine one could find. Not the most personable... but the best in action.

The shower finished, and Lieutenant Colonel Howd dressed himself in his marine uniform. If they wanted an instructor, they got one. He had no hard feelings, only a drive for success.

=/\= Captain Lohnen. Lieutenant Timothy Howd reporting for Duty.=/\= the duty roster showed a Quinn Dawnthief as his cadet, and he tossed it aside.

=/\= Computer, locate Cadet Dawnthief =/\=

~/\~ Cadet Dawnthief is in Holodeck two. ~/\~

"Acknowledged," he said, grabbing his plasma rifle and holstering it. The door made a swoosh as he left through it, swiftly jogging toward meeting his Cadet and new Captain.

[Jon Park]

Park looked up after he hears a mistakable type of voice he sees a cadet approach McLeod seeing that the new cadet is Klingon, I move away to another security spot then i hear the captains order =^=All hands, this is the Captain. Well done on the training excesses. I'm about to head for a Starfleet briefing on the Starbase. Meet me in the Hepta's Briefing Room at 16.00 hours, sharp!=^=.

Great Park thought Now i can get away from this Klingon cadet. Yes my instructor is Klingon but i must respect him. Heading for the exit park calls out "Computer exit." with those words the holodeck doors appear and open to allow him to leave. Turning right out of the holodeck Park heads right for the nearest turbolift.

Entering the lift he calls out "Deck 6 Cadets Quarters." with that the lift takes him there. Thank you for this ship being a galaxy class Park thought, My mother was stationed on one for a number of years so i remember the layout.

Entering the quarters that wear assigned to him he hears a chime, Two small chimes in a fast pace. My sister sent me mail. "Computer Display message." Park commanded on the display up came a letter. Reading it he thought about things the way he left them, not really good his sister being kicked out of the dorm of the prep school that his family has gone to since they started entering starfleet, then hearing his mother yell at him all the way from starbase 76. he would answer her later.

I think i will go to ten-forward before i head to the briefing room
just before i heading to the Lodge park's communicator chirps
=^= Bridge to Cadet Park=^=
Hitting his communicator Park responds "Park hear,Sir"
=^= You have an incoming subspace comque marked urgent=^=
"Please send it here." Park said
=^= Rerouting it to you, Cadet."

Next thing Park knew the face of his mother appearer on screen
"Hello Son, Congratulations on being sent to the hepta that is the ship i served on until i was a Lt.Commander and she was assigned to academy training, Anyway i called to tell you that Marcy is staying at your place till i get this issue with the prep school fixed. Please call her and check-in when you can and don't worry you model ships are in storage in my house. Good luck Cadet Park. Good bye son"

With that she signed off not even letting Park respond what else is new Park thought. Hearing the commander come across him combadge saying " Okay everybody you heard the captain I want everybody there on time. Also in uniform as well please report to your respective department heads as well. If I have a tactical cadet report to me directly"

[ainsleighmcleod]

Their mimi-mission over, Ainsleigh just had enough time to get to her quarters and clean up before the meeting in the briefing room was due to start.

A flashing light on her personal computer caught her attention surprising the cadet. Curious, her fingers tapped the keyboard and she saw it was a subspace message originating on the Nevada.

Her heart skipped a beat, "Imad," she said breathlessly. Her roommate turned at the petite woman's intake of breath and raised an eyebrow to question. McLeod waved her off, but her smile told volumns.

Ainsleigh,

I hope your training is going well. Today I got promoted to 1st Lieutenant and I wanted to tell you. I have my own quarters on the Nevada, which is good because they are nice but sort of lonely. I've met a couple of the ship's officers, they seem nice enough. Maybe when we see each other we will both have new promotions to celebrate. I know you are going to be a fine officer and a credit to your home world. I miss you, I miss talking to you and being in your company.

Yours, Imad


Not having time to reply, she smiled and saved the message. She'd write later.

She dashed out, the Captain had said 'don't be late' and here she was late! Running, she caught the turbolift and would make the meeting at the stroke of 16:00. Sometimes it paid to be lucky.

[brecakeran]

A tingling down B'reca's spine told her that she was being watched. Turning her head just enough that she could see the other Cadet out of the corner of her eye, she saw him inch away from her. Something to worry about later, perhaps.

Wishing she'd arrived earlier so that she could take part in the mission properly, B'reca followed the other Cadets as they filed out of the holodeck. She hadn't had time to find her quarters before, but the ship's layout was easy to navigate and she managed to find them without difficulty. The Cadet who helped her out earlier, McLeod, walked into the quarters next to hers.

There was no sign of a roommate, but one of the beds was obviously occupied, so B'reca tossed her ridiculous Terran outfit onto the other bed and opened the cupboard next to it, finding a neat row of green-blue uniforms inside.

The tight-fitting Starfleet attire felt strange, but not uncomfortable. Looking at herself in the mirror, B'reca didn't feel much like a Starfleet officer. Hopefully that would change with her training.

The clock said 15:47 - if she left now, she would make it to the briefing exactly on time. Checking her appearance once more, B'reca frowned at her reflection and left her quarters, walking at a brisk pace towards the turbolift.

[kratak]

Watching everybody exit the holodeck he took a pad from his pocket to scan the roster. He noticed he would have a cadet on this mission and some new instructors. He wasn't so concerned about the instructors as he was his cadet. He was going to be pulling double duty this mission and didn't want his cadet to suffer for it. Scanning the pad he found the name of his cadet Jon Park.

It was going to be a tought assignment this time around, althought the cadet had shown he could use his head he still hadn't reported to him yet and that was concerning him alittle. He figured he give the cadet a chance to settle first and then get a better read on him then.

Although he did bring up the cadets personal record, When he finished reading he realized that he was going to have a tougher time then he thought. It appeared the cadet had a nasty run in with some klingons when he was younger. Well he thought to himself lets see how he's learned to deal with those feelings .