Jamey Gaz
Commander 1C
Species: Joined Trill
Registered: Feb 17, 2005 8:15:35 GMT
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Dec 12, 2005 4:07:33 GMT
Jamey was sitting at his OPS station as Harrias walked up and asked about the files from the Starling. Checking a few bits of information about the files, Jamey replied back to Harrias that the files would need to be assessed from astrometrics. They both stood and dismissed themselves from the bridge and took the starboard aft turbo lift ...
Harris spoke first ... “How has your.. relationship with your symbiont been since.. since the.. you know.” Harrias finished lamely.
"Well, Cap... I mean Commander," looking at Harrias with a bit of embarrassment, "Gaz and I are doing better each day. I have been in contact with Trill about once a week after the incident and have been taking time to meditate. That has helped ... but I still feel overwhelming bouts of loneliness ... mainly when I wake in the morning and during my off duty hours. I guess I have more time to think about what happened when I'm off duty. ... ... How are you?"
Harrias took a moment of silence and then spoke ... “Mine has improved, definitely better than it was then. But still, I don’t always feel that we are working on the same wavelength. Indeed, at times I get the feeling that Jira purposely hides things from me. And yet, I was never aware that was possible. My only other thought is that maybe I’m still too inexperienced to fully access the symbionts memories. I’m not really sure.”
The turbo lift stopped and the two Trills walked towards astrometrics ... Jamey disagreed with Harrias, "Sir, experience has nothing to do with it ... you know as well as I the connection between the symbiont and its host is instant and all inclusive. There has never been a time, in recorded Trill history, that a symbiont withheld information. I personally believe that only a trip back to Trill ... and the pools ... will fully reestablish our links with our symbionts."
Jamey had never been so forward with a commanding officer, but he felt that Harrias needed to hear this ... to know that what happened was in no way his fault ... or that he wasn't worthy of Jira.
<Harrias>
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After they arrived in astrometrics, Jamey sat behind the controls and powered up the station ... accessing the records Harrias wanted to see ... "Sir, what are we looking for?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2005 4:35:43 GMT
Melain closed up her Tricorder and stood back. "I need more information before I can make any sort of prognosis. This is not the type of thing they teach you at Star Trek Medical."
"Are there any trained vulcans on board who could preform a mind meld with her?" mc_7_of_9 asked.
"Several months ago we ran into a similer situation, we where unable to find a capable vilcan then, I doubt there will be one now. Besides something tells me that Grace will only open up to someone she knows and trusts. So I will place her under Tom's care, and wait for Caring to arrive." Melain replied.
"Do you always place so much responsibility on your team doctor?' The Admiral asked.
Melain's stomech clenched up, she felt as though she was in an exam back at the Academy. "I graduated from the Academy only a short time ago, and this is my first post since then. Although I may have more formal training then my chief nurse or EMH, I have much less experiance, and in this field I believe that expriance is what counts."
"It's Commander first class Lorre Melain, correct?" The Admiral asked.
"Yes sir, but I was fast tracked through the ranks, it is common practice in my field."
"I am aware of that. I think however that you must give yourself more credit. You must trust yourself and your skills more then you do, be a little more confident." The Admiral replied. "I want any changes in the Counsellor's condition to be reported to me immediatly."
"Understood sir, and if I may take some of your advice, I might ask you to leave sickbay. I believe that your presence makes the counsellor uncomfortable. She became more anxiose when you enterd." Melain asked.
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nickgrayson
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Post by nickgrayson on Dec 12, 2005 8:17:10 GMT
IC:
Cadet--no--Ensign Grayson stood in a small bar in Starbase Bellicose, waiting for the shuttle to take him to his new post. His first one, in fact. The USS Nevade. *A Sovereign class vessel, should be neat.* He glanced at the PADD containing his assignment's info. *Chief Tactical and Security Officer? Wow, Nick, you're really going up fast.* His communicator beeped, and he was given the message to get to the shuttle. He picked up his sack of belongings, and made his way there.
Onboard, he noticed Hannah Stevenson, from his Cadet Cruise. He never really met her, so he didn't say hi. *And you wonder why you have no friends?* The shuttle docked and he boarded. The computer, at his request, directed him to his quarters. When he arrived, he found them to by quite nice [OOC: Do I have my own, or do I share them?]. He stashed his stuff at his bunk, unloaded a few things. No family or friends, so no pictures.
When this had been done, he was undecided as whether to go to the bridge or sickbay first. *Sickbay* He checked the computer's map, and went there, not greeting any of the people he passed. Upon entering Sick Bay, he saw a human [OOC: correct?] female "strapped" to a biobed, and a Bajoran nearbye. And he also noticed a tricorder over on the floor across the room. *Odd.*
He approached the Bajora, obviously the CMO, "Hello, Ma'am, I'm Ensign Grayson, and I'm here for my physical. I haven't yet reported to the bridge. Should I do so first?
<Tag Melain>
OOC:
I notice a lot of you speak for other players and don't use as many tags. I'm used to the other way, so please excuse me as I get used to that. Thanks. Let me know if I'm doing anything wrong (I'm very tired and my hands are so cold I can barely type, otherwise this post would've been better and longer, sorry). ttfn!
P.S. A note on my style: items surrounded by *stars* are quotations of direct thoughts of my character. Things in italics are where I have quoted another person's post to make mine better understandable. In [brackets] are little OOC snippets if I think they fit best in the middle of the post. Underlined things are often things over the intercom, announcements, or if I send a text message from my station's pannel to another person's. Anyways, just thought this would help. Thanks!
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Zhukarak Hrisvalar
Brigadier
Just when you think you know me...
Registered: Jul 26, 2004 0:07:11 GMT
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Dec 12, 2005 12:15:07 GMT
OOC: Sorry for being out for awhile. I've read all the posts and no one has left me open ended, so I will just continue on from there.
Nick, you can have your own quarters ;D. You are a senior staff member afterall... .
Oh, and Admiral, I am a Colonel...not a Commander...hehe!IC:
The change of command had shocked Zhukarak as much as he was sure it did everyone else on board the Nevada. The only difference for him was that he could surpress it and continue on with his duties. At least until the situation required otherwise of him, for his loyalty remained with Harrias.
Thinking back to his time in the Andorian Imperial Guard, it wasn't uncommon for Commanders to be replaced at a moments notice, without explanations. Although Zhuk knew that this wasn't common practice for Starfleet.
As soon as he had heard the announcement, Zhuk tapped into the LCARS system to retrieve what records he could of the Vice Admiral. Zhuk noted that he had retired as A Vice Admiral, and then returned four months later as a Commander First Class. It was interesting to say the least. The records also showed that the Admiral had his run-in with the Borg before, having been assimilated and made part of the collective for three years.
The Borg information gave Zhuk comfort about their current situation. It became apparent that the Admiral was indeed onboard as a Borg expert. It just didn't make sense as to why Harrias had to give up his command. This could also explain Grace's behavior since the Admiral came aboard.
Melain had sent forward a message, letting Zhuk know that she was in sickbay, and that they were trying to get to the bottom of what was going on. Zhuk filed it in the back of his mind. There was nothing for him to do about it other than stay out of the good doctor's way.
Two new senior crew members had joined the Nevada team. A new CEO, who appeared to be ready and willing to get going, and a CTSO who looked like he was going to take some time to transition into his new position. In essence, with the Captain filling in as the science officer, the Nevada had a full senior staff complement. It was a good feeling, with the exception of the Admiral that was.
The Admiral returned back to the bridge. As he headed to the center, towards his seat, Zhuk immediately rose to take his proper place. Strangely enough, the Admiral had made it a point so far to not speak to Zhukarak. Zhuk found it intriguing, and thought that it might be some type of test, perhaps of his loyalties.
Well, on Andor they had a similar saying as on Earth...it was time for him to 'break the ice'. They hadn't officially been given the order to head for the Borg cube, although Zhuk had Frek already heading in that direction at warp 2.
"Admiral, what are your orders?"
"Head for the Borg coordinates...Warp 7."
"Aye, sir. Helm, proceed."
They were officially on their way.
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gracemitchell
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 12, 2005 12:44:02 GMT
OOC: Yes, Grace is human an dyou have your own quarters.
As soon as Caring ended her conversation with mc7_of_9, she contacted her superiors at Star Fleet Medical to request an immediate leave of absence. Caring was now a civilian, but consulted at Star Fleet Medical as a trained Counselor. Her role was mostly to inform counselors not yet assigned as to what might be expected of them on a star ship.
This was odd for her being asked to help her great (x4) grandmother, normally it was the other way around. Even though Grace didn't remember her own children, she always seemed to be the most knowledgable person Caring knew, rendering the perfect advice for every occasion.
Caring hadn't had much contact with Grace lately, as Grace has been busy having returned to the Nevada-A flying through space. "It will be good to see her again I just wish it were under better circumstances."
Caring was able to pull some strings and get a transport directly to the Nevada, thanks to mc7_of_9. She packed up all the information she had from Grace's healers on Vulcan, contrary to common belief, the Healer's Grace had known on Vulcan did care about her. Caring had visited the Healer's sometime ago to get information on their methods of healing only to find out that they had treated Grace. When Caring had explained the her relationship with Grace, they agreed the to give her the insights into how they helped Grace. Now, Caring was going to attempt to use it herself on Grace.
Caring headed to her transport, luckily for her, she had another old friend from her days on a star ship that had trained her as a pilot. Caring got in the co-pilot position next to her old friend Robert. "Thanks Robert, I appreciate this."
"Not a problem. Glad to help out. I've been wanting to take this thing out again for fun. You gave me the excuse to do. Should I hang around there waiting for you?"
"Let's wait and see how the situation is with Grandma Grace before you take off again. I have to bury my own feelings about the Borg before I go near Grace. I can tell you, I would prefer not to go near that Borg cube."
"Come on, it would be like old times. You, me working together on a mission. It could be fun."
Caring started to laugh, "Yeah, real fun. Maybe we should join up again."
"Not on your life. Neither of us take orders well, anymore. It's been too long."
"Very true."
Caring and Robert passed the time in this manner all the way to the Nevada.
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Harrias Jira
Commodore
Registered: Apr 27, 2003 20:24:58 GMT
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Post by Harrias Jira on Dec 12, 2005 13:05:39 GMT
- “To be honest Lieutenant, there isn’t any one thing we are looking for, rather we just want to see if we can uncover any clues or additionally pieces of information from this data.” - “Like what exactly crippled this cube?” - “Precisely like that.” Harrias replied his mouth forced into a tight smile. Indeed, that was the one most worrying part of this. What could stop a borg cube in it’s tracks, and yet leave it mostly intact? The death of a queen would have set off the autodestruct in the cube, thus leaving only small debris. An attacking fleet would surely have destroyed it totally, just to make sure. Species 8472 would most likely have taken the cube back to their space with them. Which left Harrias with no idea of what could have done this. Other than a borg trap.
He sighed, and then looked up at the three dimensional display as Jamey brought it up. He had always loved this room, this experience of walking amongst the stars, each one no larger than the tip of his finger. And then, in the middle of them all, a derelict borg cube. The computer had used images and scans from the Starling to represent it precisely, and as Harrias’ finger brushed through it, he felt a chill run down his spine. He retreated his hand back quickly, and then traced a sphere in the air. - “Zoom in on this area.” He was impressed when Jamey got almost exactly the area he had specified with his first zoom. - “Now give me residual warp trails, any energy spikes, and any damage to subspace.”
The map suddenly became alive with colour, but the computer faded each colour down to show the decay it had suffered due to the length of time since its creation. - “Come down here.”
Jamey nodded, and walked down to the map with his fellow trill. Harrias was still stood almost exactly in the middle, by the borg cube. - “This looks like the cube’s trail here.” Harrias pointed along a faint warp path that ended at the cube. “But there is no way to be absolutely certain. A more recent smaller ship that flew to the cube, scavenged, and flew back along the same route could have left it.” Jamey frowned at him. - “But if that was true, the path would be stronger near the cube. I’ll get the computer to run an analysis, see which end is more recent.” - “Good plan. That will sort out where the cube came from then, but we still need to see what stopped it.” He pointed at two tracks that crossed near to the cube. “These look about the same age, what about them?” - “They are straight lines, no sign of a fight, rather that they were just on their route.” - “But the cube has no variation either.” - “A borg cube will maintain it’s course regardless.” - “Right, so we have a borg cube stopped in it’s tracks, and two ships that appear to have crossed there beforehand. Could they have left mines?” - “A possibility, but the damage to the cube isn’t consistent with damage from mines.” - “Some kind of virus?” - “Always possible, although why the cube became so damaged would be in question.” - “Ship’s attacking it as they passed. Not diverting from their course, just firing some volleys at it?” - “Why risk provoking it if it hadn’t attacked you. Even the Starling wasn’t completely sure it was devoid of all life.”OOC: Jamey, more guesses and ideas would be nice, although I don't think we will actually KNOW what happened until we get to the cube. Nick, great to see you here, as my XO and Counsellor said, you definitely get your own quarters. Your style sounds great, easy to understand. As for the tags, I'm sure a good writer like you will get to used to it soon enough . Zhuk, good to see you back, I was starting to worry about you mate.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2005 15:26:49 GMT
Melain was about to pull up any information on Grace's desendants when the doors to sickbay slid open and an ensign she did not recoungise stepped in. ""Hello, Ma'am, I'm Ensign Grayson, and I'm here for my physical. I haven't yet reported to the bridge. Should I do so first?"
Melain smiled, this was the new Tactical officer. Danara would have to take back the night shift. "Usually you would go there first, but since you are here I'll just run the physical."
Grayson hesistated, then sat down on a biobed. Melain pulled up his file and looked over it. Chances where there was nothing to add, most cadet's had their medical filed updated when they left training, but it was unshakable policy to insure every new crewmember checked in at sickbay in their first week on board.
"Is there anything specific I should take look at?" Melain asked.
<Tag Nick>
(O.O.C sorry it's not very long, but Nick, I cannot find your bio)
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hannah
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Post by hannah on Dec 12, 2005 17:03:33 GMT
Hannah was sat at her desk reading the reports that were currently being displayed on her computer. She had just opened the report on the details of the senior staff meeting that she had missed, as she hadn’t been onboard in time for it.
The thought of the Borg actually scared her. Hannah had had lectures about them at the academy and the idea of being assimilated made shivers run down her spine.
Her mind drifted back to when she was 4 years old in there old apartment in San Francisco and she remembered being sat in their lounge with her father when the news report came in about the Borg attack. She had never forgotten the look on her father’s face at that moment even though at the time she didn’t understand what was going on.
Hannah continued to read the report though and questions began to arise in her mind of what had happen to the Borg ship. She closed the report but her imagination raced wondering about what could take down a Borg ship and what short of stat it would be in.
Hannah opened the next report on the list. It was standard order sent out to all new crewmembers requesting that they attend a medical. She hated medicals and wanted to avoid it, but decided it would be better to get it over and done with.
She exited the office that lead straight into engineering. She walked though noticing the groups of engineers all working on there tasks, but a few gazed up at her and she could hear conversations as they speculated about their new boss.
“Sickbay,” she requested as she entered the turbolift watching the door carefully making sure she wasn’t going to get trapped in them like Frek had earlier.
Hannah entered sickbay a few moments later. She glanced around the room, noticing Nick who she recognized from her training mission on one of the biobeds. They hadn’t spoken that much on the training mission, but she had heard he had been assigned here.
She headed over to him noticing the doctor running scans; she assumed he was also here for his medical.
“Lieutenant Hannah Stevenson Chief engineer reporting as ordered,” she said to the doctor this time a little bit more nervously as she hated medicals.
“Here for your medical,” the doctor said, “I’ll be with you in a minute once I’ve finished Ensign Grayson’s medical.”
Hannah turned to Nick.
“How are you finding it?” she asked, “It seems a lot different from the Hanson.”
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Jamey Gaz
Commander 1C
Species: Joined Trill
Registered: Feb 17, 2005 8:15:35 GMT
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Dec 12, 2005 20:55:54 GMT
Jamey and Harrias stood, looking at the screen before them trying to find some type of clue.
Jamey looked at the supposed warp trail that the Borg Cube took ... walked back up to the computer terminal ... and typed in a few commands. In a side window, data from all past encounters with Borg Cubes appeared. Jamey referenced the warp signatures with all the data on the screen.
"Well it would seem, based on our past data, that this straight path here," indicated with a yellow line, "was indeed the warp signature of the Cube." Jamey collapsed the new window and plotted a course with the points that they had. "I would suggest that this cube was either on its way to a destination ... or on its way back from a destination. By the power data that we have on this Cube ... and seeing how there is residue from the nebula ... coupled with the derogated pattern of the warp signature ... they were heading back toward known Borg space." Jamey had walked down to stand near Jira again. "I think the question is ... Where were they coming from ... and why hasn't anyone from the systems that this course passes reported any contact with a Borg Cube?"
Jira stood taking in all of Jamey's theory, Jamey saw this and wondered if it was all just a shot in the dark. Trying to rule out the obvious Jamey said, "We do not have any evidence on any type of an attack here surrounding the Cube ... and we know by past information that this warp signature is Borg ... and we know the Cube has residue from this Nebula and that they were leaving it ..." rubbing his pouch on this belly, "they must have been going back toward Borg Space ... it just makes since."
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Mc7_of_9
Admiral
[Retired]
Vice Admiral Mc7_of_9
Registered: Oct 22, 2003 23:19:55 GMT
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Post by Mc7_of_9 on Dec 12, 2005 21:32:10 GMT
After all but being dismissed from sickbay mc7 headed to the birdge. As he stepped off of the turbolift the Colonel stood from the center seat, and retreated to his own command chair. If the admiral didn't know better, he would have thought he was on foriegn soil, not the bridge of a Starfleet ship of the line. The atmosphere was extremely tense, and he got the feeling it only developed as he entered the Bridge. It occured to him that he hadn't had the chance to to talk to the first officer at all, and as that thought crossed his mind the Colonel spoke,
"Admiral, what are your orders?"
"Head for the Borg coordinates...Warp 7,"
"Aye, sir. Helm, proceed."
"Tactical, I want a full system diagnostic on all offensive and defensive systems, as well as a series of battle drills scheduled over the next 10 hours. The drills are to be conducted without notice. After all, I've learned the hard way that the borg don't generally let you know when there coming.
Science, make sure that every sensor onboard is calibrated precisely. We may need to record information quickly, and I want to ensure that we get all the information we, or Starfleet, may need first time around. Chances are we won't get a second chance.
Ops, take the transporters offline and do a complete systems check one at a time. If things go the way I think they will, then there's a high chance we're going to need to in a hurray, so it's up to you to make sure there ready for us when we need them.
Marine Officer, you and I both know the likely hood of you being called into action in the mission, so jsut make sure that you, and your gear, are ready to go in a moments notice.
Colonel, will you join me in the ready room please, Commander Thelev, you have the bridge."
The Colonel was a bit surprised by the request, but hid it well. As the two men walked to the ready room, Frek slid out of his seat at the helm and took the center seat. As he did so, the relief helmsmen replaced him at the navigation console.
When mc7 entered the ready room, he did't sit behind the desk, but rather on the sofa. This surprised the Andorian at first, and even more so when the admiral gestured for him to join him on the sofa.
"Colonel, I know this is far from the best situation for anyone involved, but I also know that Commander Jira respects the chain of command, and more importantly, Starfleet, enough to deal with this situation as best he can. Believe it or not, I'm not enjoying this situation either. I was brought in as an expert on the borg, and only told I would be releaving Harrias hours before the Nevada arrived to pick me up. If you have any problems working with me in the position of First Officer, I need to know now so we can address them. The mission we're undertaking is of vital importance to the Federation, indeed the galaxy, so we need to be able to work together if we're going to succeed. More importantly than that, if we don't trust one another, then the borg have already won.
I trust you, and every single member of this crew, to do what you signed up for. The question is Colonel, do you trsut me?"
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fthelev
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Post by fthelev on Dec 13, 2005 1:09:47 GMT
The door responded as it should when he pressed the controls and let him pass safely before closing. This unlike the turbolift which tried to amputate some his poor limbs. The air escaped his lungs with a deep sigh. Frek threw of his, at present moment not so intact, uniform and put on his robe. “Computer,” he started. The machine acknowledged it was listening with a beep. “A double Talosian brandy.” He could do with one, what a day. The computer beeped again. “Oh and add two ice cubes,” he added hastily. The air in the cove reserved for the replicator shimmered and soon produced the requested product. He could do with a nice hot bath away. Wouldn’t it be lovely to lie there and relax in the hot water? He could almost feel it. He didn’t have a bath. His quarters were only equipped with the standard officer showers. A second sigh escaped him as Frek hobbled over and picked up his drink and swirled the liquid in the glass. He stopped. He stared down the glass. No ice cubes. A bit annoyed he stared at the device that was the subject of his irritation. Truly, this ship was obvious trying to do anything in its power to kill him or drive him insane. Sure, people could say that the ship didn’t have intelligence and was not trying to inflict any harm on him. But there were these occasions he had his serious doubts. Since he had gotten on the ship his foot had almost been severed from the rest of his body by a panel gliding down of console. When he had crushed down in a chair in severe pain the chair had crushed as well. They hadn’t even left spacedock yet. Then there was of course this bird that pecked him and the fact he had been locked out of his quarters for over three months. And that only had been the first trip he was on since his graduation. On the other hand, things like this had happened before. He took a swig from his glass. Could be normal. Carefully Frek placed himself on his sofa and placed his feet on the table. His mother always disapproved of that. He slit down a bit until he found himself in a more comfortable position. For a moment he frowned. It occurred to him his mother disapproved of that as well. She always said his back would grow to resemble a banana. Subsequently he had informed what a banana was. Frek came to realise Melain would probably say the same thing. Funny. A little smile curled around the edges of his mouth and sipped his drink. Inspecting the remains of his uniform he concluded this was an extreme form of what could be called ‘wear and tear’. There was a piece missing form the back of his uniform jacket. That new lieutenant, Stevenson or something like that, probably had it. His trouser pipes showed some tears as well. He had worn it and torn it. Perhaps he could persuade that tailor that Grace mentioned a couple of days earlier to fix it. Although when he tried that, with one of his other damaged uniforms, with another tailor on Starbase Assailant the man had started laughing and didn’t stop for almost ten minutes. By then he had been lying doubled up on the floor gasping for air, so much had been laughing. Some people had actually been worried that he was chocking. But he got to live. The uniform didn’t. He took another, somewhat bigger, sip and closed his eyes and let himself drift away. At least he would have a moment of quietness. Well, probably…
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gracemitchell
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 13, 2005 1:52:36 GMT
Robert signalled the Nevada for clearance to dock in a shuttlebay. He was given the clearance to dock and mc7_of_9 and Colonal Hrisvalar were informed that Dr. Sorrow had arrived. Mc7_of_9 and the colonal entered the shuttlebay just as Caring and Robert were leaving the shuttle.
Caring went to mc7 and gave him a quick hug. She introduced Robert to him and mc7 introduced Caring to Zhukara. "I would have known you anywhere, Colonal. My Grandma Grace has wrote me letters about the crew." as she shook his hand. "Do you have any temporary quarters for Robert and myself. We are hoping not to stay for the fireworks."
"Speak for yourself, Caring. I still haven't decided if I want to leave or not." Robert spoke up.
They all turned to leave the shuttlebay, as mc7 spoke "Caring, it would be great to catch up, but I think we have a more immediate problem on our hands. Counselor Mitchell is a vital part of this crew and we could use her back. DO you think you can help her?"
At the mention of her grandmother, Caring was visibly saddened "I hope I can. I won't make any predictions until I see her." Caring turned to Robert "Do you want to come with me or are you itching for a tour of the ship?" Caring addressed mc7 and Zhuk "Robert used to be in security. He came on after you left, mc7."
"Colonal, do you think you could arrange a tour for Mr. Mella?" mc7 asked.
"Yes. Why don't you come with me Mr. Mella. I'll see what we can do." Zhuk told Robert.
"Thank you, sir. Please call me Robert."
The two pairs parted, Zhuk and Robert off to arrange quarters and a tour and mc7 and Caring off to sickbay.
"Tell me, mc7, has there been any change in Grandma Grace's behavior since we last spoke?"
"Not that I am aware of. She will have moments that she is herself, then she will think she is in her past. If the doctor brings any kind of medical device near her, she either blocks the reading or if she is angry, she sends it flying away. I never asked, but do you have telekinetic abilities?"
"No. As it is my telepathic abilities are no where near what Grace's are. Through the generations, those abilities diminished quite a lot. I can't say I am envious of her. She told me it was more difficult this time around to get the crew to warm up to her, a majority of the ones who came on during her absence are afraid she will read their minds."
"That's too bad. From experience, I could tell them it is a great asset, sometimes to have."
"Alright, care to spill what else is bothering you."
"Did you read my mind?"
"Absolutely not. I know you, something isn't settling with you?"
"It's this command. There was no warning to the person who held the Captain's chair that I would be assuming command. In outward appearance he is taking it well, but I could tell it has been difficult for him and the senior crew aren't too happy either."
"I'm sure as time progresses and they get to know you better it will turn out alright. Just be yourself, your not that bad, you know."
"Sometimes it's nice for one to have his own personal counselor, around."
"Not counselor, just a friend. Now lets find my grandmother, shall we?"
Caring and mc7 walked into sickbay, Caring lost all trace of politeness when she saw Grace restrained. "What the devil are you doing, confining her like this!"
Melain looked crestfallen at first not knowing what to say then Tom spoke up "We're sorry! It was the only way to keep her from harming herself or anyone else."
"No. I am the one who should apologise. I should have realized, please forgive me, after all she is my Grandmother." Caring couldn't keep her eyes off Grace. "You would had no way of knowing what my reaction would be."
Melain found her voice at last "I'm Lorre Melain, Chief Medical Officer of the Nevada. You must be Caring Sorrow. We have been anticipating your arrival."
"I really do apologise. I should have expected this, I don't think you had any way of knowing, this is exactly how the Borg had restrained her. For the record, I have the title of doctor as well but I am a psychitrist, like my great (x4) grandmother."
"Grace is a psychitrist? I had no idea." Melain was surprised.
"Actually, she was a pediatric psychitrist as well as a respected peditrician, before the Borg abducted her."
"I never knew, she never told me." Melain said.
"That's because she doesn't remember being those things, so she wouldn't tell anyone. Grace hasn't retained any of the knowledge she learned a long time ago and it wouldn't apply here even if she did. It's ancient history so to speak" Caring said.
Melain looked at Caring closer "When you are close together, you bear a remarkable resemblance, but excuse me for saying you look a little older, Doctor."
"First off, call me Caring. Secondly, her and I are related but as for me looking older, it is true. For some reason, we haven't discovered why, her outward appearance isn't aging at a normal rate. She is almost the same age she was when she was abducted from her back yard."
At this point mc was getting a little impatient and tried to hurry things along gently "This is getting too fasinating not to examine, however. We need to focus on getting Grace back to normal. Do you have any ideas, Caring."
"Sorry! I tend to get on an interesting subject and loose track of things. I am going to try a mind meld. But I..."
Melain interrupted her "We haven't found a compatable Vulcan to attempt a mindmeld with Grace."
"Dr. Lorre" Melain found it interesting that Caring new the correct way to address her "I will do the mind meld. As relatives, Grace and I are compatable. I didn't inherit all of Grace's abilities, but this one I did get."
"You are a telepath like Grace?"
"Not quite to her extent. I need to have close physical contact, she doesn't. I also can't make objects fly, as mc7 has informed me she has been doing. But first I will need to get her to understand I am here. If you will excuse me, Doctor. Admiral."
Mc7_of_9 was amused by Caring's reference to his rank. "That's odd, you using someone's rank. How strange." He began to have a little smile on his face, the first one Melain had seen on him. It made him look more human.
"Only when it suits me, sir. You have always outranked me, you know! Now I must set about my task at hand. I need my grandma Grace back to normal. I've gotten used to having her around."
Caring walked over as close to Grace as she could get all the while reaching out with her mind hoping Grace was using her mind to pick up Caring's thoughts as it was the only to contact her "Grandma Grace. It's Caring. I want to help you. I need to help you. You will need to let me get close, to touch you, will you?"
The reply was one word, but the first step to the way back to reality. It was "Yes!"
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Post by nickgrayson on Dec 13, 2005 9:26:46 GMT
Nick Grayson followed the Doctor's orders and sat got on the biobed. She looked up his records and then turned to him: "Is there anything specific I should take look at?" Melain asked.
"Not really, unless you want to make sure my scars are doing fine." [OOC: This here is my medical record from my bio (which is in the bio forum, and under the name "Nick Echo Grayson") "At 16 he was mauled by a grizzly bear and stills bears the scars. As a result of his trekking through the woods [as a young boy and man], he is very physically fit. High stamina, strength, speed, and flexibility. The Marines, Air Force, and Security Force all tried to recruit him for this and his high intelligence."]
She replied in the negative, and then went over to the restrained woman when an Admiral and another woman (who looked strikingly like the one on the bed) and began conferring with her.
In the meantime, Lieutenant Hannah, from his Cadet Cruise, entered and was waiting for her physical. She looked quite nervous about it. She turned to him. “How are you finding it?” she asked. “It seems a lot different from the Hanson.”
He cocked his head slightly, a stupid habit he had picked up from his dog when he was a child, "Yeah, it's a lot nicer. I've always liked Sovereign class ships. I haven't been to the bridge yet, so I don't know what my station looks like." He paused, "I'm interested to meet the captain, Harrias Jira is his name." [OOC: My character doesn't know about the switch yet. If I'm not mistaken, he came onboard after it was made. If I'm wrong, tell me and I'll switch accordingly. Thanks.] He shifted on the bed to get more comfortable, "So, how's your time been?"
"It's been good, though the Captain was demoted to Commander, and that Admiral over there replaced him. He's a former Borg," shivers began goign down Nick's spine as he anticipated the next words: "And our mission involves the Borg."
Nick took a moment longer to answer, "Wow, thanks for the info. Um...if we're going up against the Borg, I better report to the bridge." He got up from the biobed, "See ya around. I never got the chance to get to know you on the Hanson, but maybe now I will." Before she could respond he left the room, quickly making his way to the bridge.
On the turbolift, thoughts of the mission came to him, even though all he knew was the Captain had been usurped by a former Borg Admiral, and that somehow the Borg were involved. *The Borg...I've heard of them. Terrible things.* Fear began to fill him. *Bah, a couple torpedoes from me and they'll think twice.* Somehow, he wasn't comforted by that thought.
He exited the turbolift and walked up to the person in the center seat. "Ensign Nick Echo Grayson, the new Chief Tactical and Security Officer, reporting for duty." He handed overhis PADD, which contained his orders of assignment, so they could be confirmed and signed. [OOC: I'm confused as to who is in the center seat, as I thought the Admiral had Frek take it, but now Frek is in his quarters, and the Captain is no longer captain, and Zhuk (or whatever your name is, sorry, but I can't remember y'all yet) is off giving a tour. So I just left it open to be anybody. Oh, and my character has missed the Admiral's orders to Tactical, so somebody might want to relay them to me. Thanks!]
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Glad to know I was right about Grace's race and that I have my own quarters. And, Hannah, hope you don't mind me already putting your reply in like that. Oh, and you guys post long messages and very often. So even I, often known as a very prolific poster, am gonna have a hard time keeping up at times, lol. Oh well, I'm having great fun. Look forward to serving with y'all!
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 13, 2005 13:01:18 GMT
Grace allowed Caring to get next to her, to touch her. Caring placed her hand on the side of Grace's face (this was Caring's way of mind melding) the connection was immedidiate "How are you Grandma?"
"I don't know, Caring. What is wrong with me? Where am I that you are here?"
"You are on your ship, the Nevada. I travelled here to help you, as you have helped me so many times in the past. Now I can return the favor."
"But what is wrong with me, Caring. I keep seeing things."
"As I understand it, you started to panic after you heard about this mission to a deserted Borg Cube. You became worse after you met the Admiral, a liberated Borg."
"That's right, he is here to take me back to the Borg. I can't let him, I am needed here."
"Grandma, he isn't taking you back to the Borg. I know him, he is a friend of mine. He will do anything possibly to keep the Borg from taking any of this crew, including sacrificing himself. He is a good person, Grandma."
"He is? Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am sure. He is an expert on the Borg, that's why he has been sent here. His relieving your Captain wasn't his idea. Those were his orders, as a Star Fleet officer, he must follow orders, just as your Captain had to follow orders, just as you will follow orders."
"Caring, have you seen Harrias. How is he doing. I have failed him." Tears were beginning to stream out of Grace's eyes.
During this exchange, Lani had entered the room, he could see the tears on Grace's face, it saddened him that his friend was in pain. He turned and left, he couldn't bare to watch her pain.
"I'm sure he doesn't feel that way Grace. Would it help you to have him tell you himself?"
"No! I have failed him. I should have insisted that he talk to me more all this time, make him understand, that I could help him. Instead, I gave in to his need for privacy. It is my fault he was relieved of command."
"Grace, did you start experiencing problems after the Captain was relieved?"
"Yes, I failed him as I failed my husband and children. I should have found my way back to them, but I didn't. I shouldn't be a Counselor, I am unable to help anyone. I will resign, I never should have come back."
"Grace, there was no way for you to get back to your family. They survived alright, never forgetting your memory. You are a good counselor, and i fyou will let me, I will prove it to you."
"How?"
"How about if I find some who would like to talk to you. Tell you how you have help them. I will break the connection now, but you must remain restrained. I will be back"
"Don't go far, please!"
"I won't."
Caring broke the connection relayed the information to the Doctor and Admiral. "Basically, my plan is to have crew members tell her (with a connection through me) how she has helped them. She thinks she should resign."
Melain looked sad "Grace has helped many of the crew. It should be easy to get a number of them here to tell her how. But how do you connect them?"
"I will have to touch them and Grace at the same time. She is calmer now, but leave the restraints on. SHe has agreed that it is a neccessary percaution. The big one for her will be your former Captain. She feels she has failed him most of all. That person will be the key to her return to normal"
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Post by fthelev on Dec 13, 2005 15:20:01 GMT
The shrill sound of the alarm clock awoke him rudely. Frek groaned and carefully opened an eye. He was stiff all over. He stretched out and realised he had fallen asleep on his sofa. The glass was still in his hand although the contents had spilled on the floor. It made a nasty stain on the floor. It came to him it might take some effort to get it out of his carpet. Still twenty minutes to go before his shift started. He went though his daily routine. Hot shower, coffee, brush teeth, look for uniform. He scratched his head as he realised his uniform was no more. He should have done his laundry, although there should be a clean one somewhere. Fifteen minutes later he had found it. The turbolift delivered him safely to the bridge, this time. He looked around. Well, every one seemed to be early today. “You’re late sir,” his nightshift navigations officer said. Lieutenant Jennifer Paver looked up. “Oh. Well. Hmm, sorry.” “That’s okay,” she said with a grin, “I’m used to it sir.” “Very funny,” he said managing a grin. Frek noticed Jamey was the senior officer on the bridge at the moment. “Where are Colonel Hrisvalar and that Admiral?” he inquired. “The shuttle we were scheduled to meet arrived about an hour ago. They both went down to meet the occupants,” Jamey replied. He remembered, that descendent of counsellor Grace. He calculated the rendezvous point himself. Suddenly he frowned. “You’re not saying I’m an hour later are you?” “Nah, it’s only fifty-five minutes.” That wasn’t good, best to avoid that in the future. “I had trouble finding a uniform,” he mumbled. “And you forgot to comb you hair,” Pavel pointed out. “Don’t worry sir, I won’t tell.” She didn’t have to, it was clear enough to everyone who saw him. Frek took over the bridge from the Lieutenant who returned to his operations station. “When are we to reach our target coordinates?” he asked. “Two hours and forty-seven minutes sir.” Frek made a quick calculation. The must have increased speed to warp 8 during the night. They were arriving almost half a day earlier. Probably they increased speed to be on time for the rendezvous with the shuttle. “We should be in long scanning range in somewhat over an hour,” Jamey added. “Start scans when possible. We might want all the sensor data we can get.”
About forty-six minute had passed when another unfamiliar face the turbolift and walked up to the person in the centre seat. Frek guessed it was the other new officer. It was soon confirmed. "Ensign Nick Echo Grayson, the new Chief Tactical and Security Officer, reporting for duty." He handed over his PADD, which contained his orders of assignment, so they could be confirmed and signed. For a second Grayson stared curiously at Frek’s hair, but wisely refrained from making any comments. “Are you the First Officer?” he inquired curiously. All he knew was that the FO was an Andorian and there was one sitting right in front of him. “Huh? No,” Frek replied, “I’m Commander Thelev, the chief navigation officer. The Admiral and Colonel are otherwise occupied. I’m the senior officer on the bridge at the moment.” “Ah,” Nick took in the information, “Thank you. That clears things up.” Frek took a look at the padd. It all seemed alright to him, but regulations said they had to be signed by the first officer as he explained to the newcomer. “We’ll have ‘em signed later.” He returned the PADD. “Our chief marine has been over the security and tactical measurements in preparation for our arrival. I suggest you go over it with him.” “Aye sir,” Nick said and left in search of 1st Lieutenant Cyle Johnson, the person in question.
“We are ready to begin the long range scans,” Jamey informed somewhat later. “Go ahead,” Frek said. He tried to flatten his hair a bit. Not knowing how the Admiral would take it. He seemed somewhat rigid. “I’ll contact the Admiral.” He established a connection by tapping the commbadge. “Commander Thelev to Admiral Mc7_of_9.” “Commander,” the voice of the Vice Admiral confirmed. “Sir, we are reaching our destination in approximately ninety minutes. We’ve started long range scans.”
(ooc: I haven't used any tags, but guess it's clear enough for anyone to go on from here.)
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Post by hannah on Dec 13, 2005 16:37:11 GMT
After Grayson left, Hannah sat herself down on the biobed and waited to be seen. The doctor was busy with another patient so sent a nurse over to deal with Hannah.
“Here for your medical,” the nurse said.
Hannah nodded feeling more nervous; she’d always hated doing to the doctor since she was child. She use to hide when her parent’s mentioned a visit just to get out it.
“What’s your name?” the nurse asked as she accessed the crew’s medical logs.
“Lieutenant Hannah Stevenson, chief engineer,” Hannah said with pride, she was really enjoyed saying that line. The nurse found the file and looked though it. It take her long as there wasn’t much in there. The nurse picked up a tricorder from the nearby tray and began to scan Hannah.
“Any specific complaints?” she asked Hannah.
“No,” she answered after a minutes thought. The nurse finished her scanned a couple of minutes later.
“Your in perfect health, you may go now,” the nurse said as she updated Hannah file to say that she’d had her medical.
“Thank you,” she said relieved that it was over. Hannah exited sickbay and returned to engineering.
Upon entering her office she read though all the data that they had on the Borg cube. On what was entered in the computer about the flight path of the Borg, it wasn’t a battle. Hannah started to wonder if it was virus, she searched the computer for all references to viruses infecting the Borg. She read though all the data familiarising herself with it, she knew that she couldn’t make any valid predictions on what had happened until they had more sensor data. But it would help her analysis the data later if she had a bit of background knowledge.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2005 18:26:17 GMT
(O.O.C My we are moving along at a quick pace!)
It seemed that in the past few hours Melain's empty schedual had filled up. Thankfully Rachel took care of th new Engineer's physical, so Melain was able to focus on finishing up with nick, and then helping Caring in any way she could. Which ended up being mostly spectating.
The deep relationship between decendant and anscestor touched Melain in a way she had never felt. No one, not even Tom, was able to get a clear answer out of Grace, yet for Caring it seemed so natural. Melain stood back, and watched.
Caring suggested that they roudn up some crewmembers ot talk to Grace about her impact on tier lives, this was something Melain would have never thought of from a medical perspective, yet from a thereputic point of view it made perfect sense.
"You stay with Grace, I'll speak with Harrias and find some crewmembers who will help. Grace is very important to the crew I don't believe I'll have any trouble finding them." Melain replied. She could think off hand of herself, frek and Danara. Toledo had not mentioned any visits with Grace, but we was a very sympathetic soul who would be eager to help. The Hendan couple mentioned last night that they had spoken to grace on several occasions about raising their Daughter, and keeping their marriage going strong in tense situations. Harrias would have a better idea of who to talk to, she'd go to him first.
=A=Computer, locate Cap... Commander Jira =A=
-Commander Jira is in astrometrics.-
"If you need me, feel free to contactme.I should nto be long." Melain gave them an encouraging smile as she headed out the door.
IN astrometrics Harrias was bent over a consol studying the readings coming in from the Borg Cube.
"Harrias, I need tp speak to you about Grace" Melain interupted.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Dec 14, 2005 0:22:11 GMT
- "They must have been going back toward Borg Space ... it just makes sense." - “Okay, so if we assume they are going back to borg space, then do we make the further assumption that they are travelling in a straight line between the two. If so, then we can just extend the trail and see where it leads.” - “We should be able to check. If the cube has passed through any nebulas or similar, then we should be able to detect it via the warp trail residue.”
The pair moved back over to the computer consoles, and started sifting through the data from the Starling looking for the warp trail information. Harrias was still looking down intently at the screen when the chief medical officer entered the room.
- "Harrias, I need to speak to you about Grace"
At first Harrias was mildly affronted by the lack of rank title that she put before his name, and then he remembered that as they held the same rank, it wasn’t needed. Belatedly he also realised how laid back and friendly the crew was, and that he shouldn’t be bothered about such things. He berated himself on how long that point had taken him to get to, and then looked up at her.
- “Grace? How is she? I noticed that she was having some problems.” - “Yes. They got worse. She had some kind of a fit, or a seizure. To be honest, I don’t know exactly what happened. But she feels guilty. Guilty that she let down the ship, the crew, but mostly you.” - “Me? She’s never let me down. By the pools, sometimes she is the only person on this bucket that keeps me sane. No insult intended.” - “We, well, Caring…” - “Caring? Who is Caring?” - “It’s a long story sir, let me tell you on the way to sickbay.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2005 0:36:38 GMT
"Grace has a great, great, great.. well you get the picture, Grandaughter who has inherited some of Grace's abilities, although to a lesser extent. Tom and I managed to arrange for her to come on board in hopes that Grace would open up to her. She was able to get in touch with Grace, and revealed to us what I tld you before." Melain explained. "Grace's strange behavior was fueled by the news of the borg cube, and the Admiral's arrival. However it seems that the main cause is a feeling of guilt. She feels she betrayed the crew, and you for reasons I am not entirely certian of, she wants to resign."
"That would not be good, Grace's abilities have proven to be vital to the crews safety and wellbeing. ONe could say she'd the heart of the ship." Harrias replied.
"Caring suggested that we find crewmembers who can explain to Grace how much her presence means to them, and how much she has helped them. Because of her feeling of guilt regarding you, it is most vital that you speak with her."
"Who else do you have in mind?" Harrias asked.
Melain stepped inside the turbolift. "Sickbay." she orderd "Myself, for one. I assume that Frek, Rachel and Danara will wish to speak with her. I suspect we will have no shortage of volenteers."
"What about Massally, Grace mentioned that she can communicate with the girl using her telepathy. Surely Massally woould be heartbroken to have such a person leave the ship." Harrias pointed out.
"I had not even thought of that, yes Massally should most certainly meet with Grace." Melain nodded.
"Go and fetch her, I'll go speak with Grace." Harrias stepped out of the turbolift, and headed toward sickbay.
Melain stared a moment after him, feeling a surge of compassion for her former Captain, and then orderd the turbolift down to the residential deck.
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Post by Jamey Gaz on Dec 14, 2005 1:59:06 GMT
Harrias was talking to the CMO in the corner of the room while Jamey searched through the logs of the Starling. Turning to ask Harrias about the data set from the Starling ... he found that the two had left the room.
'huh ...', Jamey thought. He put the data on hold and shut and locked the station. 'Time to go do that Transporter check', he thought as he too left the room.
Arriving at Transporter room three, he activated the transporter console and powered down the whole transporter system. Every personnel transporter and every cargo transport system as well. The screen on every transporter display read ... ~~~ Transporter system off-line for Level One Diagnostics ... report to COO in Transporter room three if you have questions. ~~~
Jamey took the system off-line and began to degauss all transporter buffers. He then set the Bio filters in a cleaning cycle and sat off to realign the target systems. He also called for an extra power generator to be put in Que to the Transputer's signal search and lock systems; he hoped that this would help locate any crew-member on any ship within distance no mater the interference.
=^="Lt. Gaz to Lt. Hannah ... I would like to request your assistance in Transporter room Three" =^=
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 14, 2005 2:05:40 GMT
Caring was sitting near Grace talking to Tom "Too bad your a hologram. If you weren't, you could talk to Grace through me. That is if she has ever been a help to you. If she hasn't then it may not be a good idea."
Tom replied sadly "I wish I could. There were times before Dr. Lorre came on board that Grace was a large help with patients. It seemed her training years ago kicked in during times of a crisis. Why one time.." but Tom did not have a chance to finish his sentence as Harrias Jira walked in.
"Hello! I am Harrias Jira, a friend of Grace's. I understand you are some kind of relative, a..a..a granddaughter!"
"Yes, 4x great granddaughter. My name is Dr. Caring Sorrow. Mc7 contacted me, we served together once upon a time.'
The look on the Commander's face was priceless. It always came as shock to people that Grace was her grandmother. Especially, since Grace looked younger than Caring. Caring's name always made for interesting topic of conversation as well.
"Commander, I don't believe we have time for much chit chat. Are you here willingly to help Grace and are you also willing to let me use my mind to connect you r mind to Grace's?"
"What exactly will happen, Doctor?"
"In essence I will touch Grace, then touch you, through this connection, you will be able to reassure Grace that she has helped you, give her an example, basically it will be like having a conversation without talking. She just needs to feel helpful. She and I will only hear what you are willing to volunteer, no other intrusion. Are you willing?"
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Post by nickgrayson on Dec 14, 2005 8:58:45 GMT
Nick got an odd look on his face at the site of the Andorian's hair, but kept his mouth shut about it. "Are you the First Officer?” he asked. All he knew was that the FO was an Andorian and there was one sitting right in front of him.
“Huh? No,” the Andorian replied, "I’m Commander Thelev, the chief navigation officer. The Admiral and Colonel are otherwise occupied. I’m the senior officer on the bridge at the moment.”
“Ah,” Nick took in the information, “Thank you. That clears things up.”
Frek took a look at the padd. It all seemed alright to him, but regulations said they had to be signed by the first officer as he explained to the newcomer. “We’ll have ‘em signed later.”
He returned the PADD. “Our chief marine has been over the security and tactical measurements in preparation for our arrival. I suggest you go over it with him.”
“Aye sir,” Nick said and left in search of 1st Lieutenant Cyle Johnson, the person in question. He stepped away enough from everybody and asked the computer "Computer, where is First Lieutenant Cyle Johnson?"
In the security station.
So Nick got on the turbolift and had it take him to his new destination. He walked to the door which said "Main Security Station" and entered. He came to a desk with a First Lieutenant sitting at it. "Hello, I'm Ensign Nick Grayson, the new CTSO. I was told to discuss the security and tactical measurements in preparation for our arrival with you."
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Post by Zhukarak Hrisvalar on Dec 14, 2005 12:46:58 GMT
OOC:
Didn't know you could do training missions on biobeds... ;D! And no one else is allowed to touch that one...that's an order...lol!
IC:
After giving the order to head for the Borg cube, the Admiral requested Zhuk's presence to the Ready Room. to his further surprise, the Admiral sat in one of the sofas, as opposed at his desk, and indicated that Zhuk take a seat as well. With silent, respectful defiance Zhuk declined and remained standing.
Listening to the Admiral about following orders, and how he didn't want to take command like he did gave Zhuk alot to think about. The Admiral seemed sincere enough, and apparently Starfleet thought it important for him to take actual command of the Nevada during this mission.
".... I trust you, and every single member of this crew, to do what you signed up for. The question is Colonel, do you trsut me?"
As his speech ended with those final words hanging in the air, Zhuk gave a short pause to let the silence reverberate between them, before he spoke.
"Admiral, I trust in the knowledge that Starfleet is doing what it thinks is best. With that said, you can trust that I will carry on with my duties as a Starfleel Officer, a Marine Officer, sir!"
That last part was to let the Admiral know that he was a proud marine and proud for what he stood for. For that fact alone, he would know that his duties would be carried out. At the same time, the Admiral was still going to need to earn his respect. This relaxed conversation was a good start.
They had just been notified that the shuttle had arrived with Grace's grandaughter, essentially ending their conversation with an air of mutual understanding. together they arrived at the shuttlebay to greet the newcomers, a doctor Caring Sorrow and a companion she had brought along, a Mr. Robert Mella. Zhuk was asked to get him situated while the Admiral departed along a seprate rout with Dr. Sorrow.
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Post by gracemitchell on Dec 14, 2005 12:53:36 GMT
Harrias hestitated to answer Caring, because he wasn't sure he wanted someone roaming through his mind. His symbiot, Jira, was telling him to do it. It almost seemed like Jira wanted to talk to Grace quite a lot.
Caring could tell he was hesitant "Commander, if you are unsure of what you want to say, I sure you can take a few moments to think it over."
At this point the doors to sickbay opened with Dr. Lorre returning with a child. "Caring, this is my ward, Massally. Massally is deaf, but Grace has spoken to her with her mind. I have explained to Massally what has happened to Grace and that Grace needs our help to come back to us. Massally wants to talk to Grace."
Caring looked at Massally and could see immediatly that this is one of the people that Grace will need to hear from the most. "Dr. Lorre, I take it you use that padd to communicate to Massally, would you be willing to translate a short message for me?"
"Of course, and please, call me Melain. I am ready, you can begin."
Caring chose her words carefully, trying to keep the question short "Massally, if I touch you then I can talk to tyou the way Grace does?"
Melain put the information in the padd and handed it to Massally to read. Massally shook her head yes. Caring reached out and took a hold of Massally's hand, the connection was instantaneous.
"Hello, Massally! You seem like a wonderful person. Are you ready to talk to Grace through me? All you have to do is think what you want to say, I will be touching her and you, so she will hear what you think."
"Yes, I know what I want to say. She is always fun to be around."
The two of them walked closer to Grace. Caring reached out a hand and held Grace's hand.
Massally was so excited to talk to Grace that her words came pouring out of her mind "Grace, it is nice to hear you again. I have missed hearing you. Not like when Frek talks, cause I can't hear him but he is too funny, not to laugh. I don't hear what comes out of his mouth, but he is funny anyway. I have so much I want to tell you, can I tell you now?"
Grace smiled for the first time that anyone had seen on her face. Melain hoped it was a good sign that she was on her way back. Massally kept talking, with Grace answering patiently. Caring finally had to put a halt to it or they would be there for a long time, apparantly Massally enjoys talking to Grace a lot.
The two ended the connection with Grace and before releasing Massally's hand, Caring thanked her.
"Well, that went quite well. Is anyone else ready to talk to Grace?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2005 15:53:40 GMT
Cyle Was sitting at his desk, going over the final preparations for the mission. He looked up as a stiff uniformed ensign walked in. 'must be the newbie' Cyle thought as the ensign walked in. He came to a desk with a First Lieutenant sitting at it. "Hello, I'm Ensign Nick Grayson, the new CTSO. I was told to discuss the security and tactical measurements in preparation for our arrival with you."
" Well ensign, i already have all the preps done for this mission, but i suppose i could show you what I've done with the place" Cyle then sat him down and told him about the teams he had set up, with a mixture of marines and security personnel. Alpha, Beta, Charlie, and Delta were the four main teams, all of which had at least one veteran officer. Alpha was the lead team, used mainly for away missions, Beta and the others were used on board for anything else that might come along.
"Well Ensign, any questions?"
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