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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2007 14:13:32 GMT
(Segue from mission thread...)
"Attention all hands," Ramsey said after hitting the comm. "Effective immediately, all personnel are on shore leave. The engineering personnel, your duty shifts will be assigned by the Chief Engineer."
"Captain Ramsey, may I speak to you in private before I depart?" Lin asked as the Bridge slowly emptied.
"Certainly, sir. Commander Trek, the Bridge is yours," he said, and gestured toward his Ready room. "After you."
After the door closed, Lin turned to him. "Commander, you're lack of command experience, and evidence thereof on this mission, notwithstanding, I have chosen to have you remain as Acting Commanding Officer of this ship. Now, I hope your future performance will serve to justify my decision."
"Yes, sir. It certainly will."
"Then I take my leave."
Ramsey sat at his desk. Well, if he was going to remain Acting CO, he needed a First Officer. He tapped the comm. "Commander Trek, please report to my Ready Room," he said.
A moment later, the hulk of an engineer entered the office, ducking his head slightly as he passed through the door. Being a man of such size, he must have come to do it instinctively. He would have fit without it.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" Trek asked.
"Yes, Commander, sit down," David said, indicating the chair across the desk. After Dan seated himself, he continued. "Dan, Admiral Lin just informed me that I am to remain in command of the Nevada, at least for now. If I'm to do that, I need a capable First Officer at my side. Your record says you have experience as a Commanding Officer?"
"Yes, sir. More than once," the engineer replied.
"Excellent. You are hereby promoted to First Officer. Congratulations."
"Thank you, sir," the new FO said, not so enthusiastically.
"We'll need a new Chief Engineer then, in light of this. Suggestions?"
"Commander Belrug would be the best choice. She performed admirably in my absence. But could I be the one to inform her, sir?" Dan asked.
"Certainly. But please do so promptly so she can get on those repairs."
"Will do, Captain."
"Then you're dismissed."
(OOC: Okay, here's what's going to happen as far as Command. I will remain Acting CO OOC, but I will NPC Ramsey as Acting CO IC, with me as IC First Officer. Officially I will remain Chief Engineer, so that any future changes in command, especially when we get an official CO, can be made more easily. We'll run this thread for about a week or two, we'll see. I'll post a tenative mission plan for discussion this evening. For now, enjoy!)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2007 3:31:05 GMT
Lt. Grey straightened her uniform about her slender hips. She was happy with her build, her life, her *self*. What she really didn't understand was her attraction to the science officer. The CMO was interested in him and vice versa.
In the end, Lucy needed to find her own amusements. Horning in on someone else's was useless.
They were back at First Fleet. Starbase Assailant. Where she could go shopping and sit at a cafe or even go to a bar of some sort. She was on leave where she could sneak into a personal and private room to dream of him.
Lucy striped out of her uniform and stood before the mirror naked. Maybe he didn't like the way she looked? Her eyes widened. Maybe he didn't like women. O My God. NOOO He liked that CMO.... T'Pren. She was a woman. Maybe.
Her shoulders sunk. T'Pren was a woman and Connor liked women. He just didn't like her. Not as much as he should. Or could.
Lt. Grey checked to be sure her schedule was clear then walked into the sonic shower. Her hair straighened immediately. Stepping out and standing in front of the comode's mirror, Lucy ran the brush through her hair then bent over, tossing her hair forward. Grabbing it, she pulled it up into a knot. Holding it there, Lucy didn't like the way it flowed and let it drop. Her dark brown hair fell over her shoulders in cascading locks. Shaking her head, Lucy smiled and decided to leave it alone.
Moving back into her rooms, Lucy searched through her closet finding an ankle lenghth dress. It hugged her body's form closely. Lucy laughed out loud. She looked good, she admitted. Connor was missing a lot!
TBC:
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2007 4:02:53 GMT
Dan proceeded to Engineering. He could have changed uniforms, into the red uniform he now deserved, but the current one would help make the surprise greater.
He entered Engineering. En route to his office, soon not to be, he passed by Florkem, and said "Staff meeting" in a low voice as he went.
He entered the office, and took one last good look around as the senior staff filed in. After they were all in, Max spoke up. "So what's the plan, boss? What's the repair schedule?"
"Well, actually, that'll be up to Florkem," Dan said, turning toward the Maakon.
"Are you evaluating me, Commander?" she asked, somewhat surprised.
"Oh, I'm doing more than that. Lieutenant Commander Florkem Belrug, you are hereby promoted to Chief Engineer, effectively immediately," Dan said, and smiled.
"Chi...chief Engineer??" Florkem said, taken considerably off-guard by his announcement. "Are you serious? What about you?"
"I've been promoted to First Officer. So now, since I'm no longer an engineer, I'm going to enjoy shore leave," he said with a smile, and left.
"Congratulations and condolences, Florkem," Max said and winked.
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Dan went back to his quarters, and changed uniforms, into his new one. He didn't carry much in the way of leisure clothing, and custom didn't allow him to wear what he did have in public.
Moving quarters could wait, he wanted some recreation. He headed for the Starbase.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2007 16:06:09 GMT
Sandy Lou filtered out from the bridge with the rest of the senior officers, she hadnt been aboard for long but she felt as though she had been welcomed.
She soon found her self on board the station, just out side the docking port of the Nevada, Sandy turned to look out of the window, there she could see the NEV in all her glory, a fine looking ship, Sandy was looking forward to get back out into the vastnss of the stars, she felt as she had spent enough of her early starfleet career aboard different starbases', but she figured the rest of the crew must need a break, especialy the two captured officers, Grey and Stephens.
Sany closed her eyes just for a seconed, and then turned to head for a holodeck, where she could practise painting, which was a much loved hobby of hers, she was hoping that one would be free, as most of the time they where taken up by officers doing simulations or training exercises, or at least thats what she found abaord the Acad starbases'.
Finally finding one, after what seemed like hours of treking tring to find one, she requested the programe "Piccaso Alpha 7" her favurite programe, her she learnt how to paint like Piccaso, she loved the Old guitarist', the way it showed how frail he was, and vunerable. Most of her spare time was spent tring to copy his work down to the most exact detail, altough Sandy Lou always felt she had faild in some way, even though most people would be exetremely proud to call that their work.
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Post by connorstephens on Sept 29, 2007 17:40:23 GMT
After being debriefed, Stephens decided he could use some time away from the ship. Immediately following that thought was another one, contradictory to the first--he had really only been aboard for a very short time, having come from Risa only recently while the Nevada B was being built. There hadn't even really been time to see T'Pren properly, as they had launched immediately into a mission, the one in which he and Lt Grey had been kidnapped and held prisoner for a time. But that seemed to go quickly as well (well, part of it did, anyway), what with the rush to escape and the targeting of the shuttle by the Kasan-thar.
Lt Grey. She and Stephens had shared something, something meaningful. They had been chosen for a mating, and although Stephens could not have even considered it under the circumstances in which they found themselves, still the thought played about in his mind. He didn't know, really, how far this relationship with T'Pren might go. They had declared nothing to each other, but that was a technicality--in truth there were feelings between them that Stephens couldn't deny, nor did he wish to do so. But that something with Lt Grey he didn't share with T'pren, and Stephens was, at the moment, and increasingly, thinking more and more of Lucy Grey as a woman and not merely as a colleague.
He thought all this as he showered and prepared to go to the Starbase for some relaxing times, perhaps a little shopping. It would give him a chance to think, in an unhurried way, of how best to organize the science department. He was still somewhat unfamiliar with the rest of the science crew, and knew that it was important to help them become as efficient as possible while also encouraging them all to be the best they could be. Today, he would start that process.
Showered, changed and ready to depart, he caught the nearest shuttle and headed for the starbase. He'd start with some tea, he decided. Blackcurrant. Maybe there was a coffee shop somewhere aboard.
Lucy Grey. He couldn't get her out of his mind.
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Post by tpren on Sept 29, 2007 19:33:12 GMT
T'Pren packed her bags and reflected on her first official mission on the Nevada-B. She hadn't really even done anything but a few exams, set a few sprains from zero-grav gymnastics and examined Stephens and Gray after they returned from their ordeal with the Kasan-Thar. True, she had ALMOST been on an away mission, but after the abrupt transport back to the ship, she had spent most of her time waiting for Connor and Lucy to return. Maybe she needed a little time off after all. She decided to see what Connor was doing and perhaps see if their relationship had survived his ordeal with Lucy. Sighing, she finished packing and departed for the Starbase, hoping she could catch up with Connor somewhere.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2007 2:06:31 GMT
Lucy walked slowly down the wide hallway of the promenade. Sights, sounds, smells - things that were filtered out on the starship - assailed her. Trying hard not to wrinkle her nose with distaste, Lt. Grey found herself outside of a holodeck door left open.
Inside, a young ensign was painting. Not wanting to disturb her nor interrupt her concentration, Lucy stopped to lean against the archway.
The movements of the ensign was sure and fast in places, slow and hesitant in others. There were times when she would stop to look into the distance [past or future, Lucy couldn't tell] then her attention would be focused back to the canvas in a flurry of movement.
"Picasso?" Lucy whispered.
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Lucy shook herself out of her stuper. "NO! I didn't mean to disturb you! Really. Your paintings are exquisite. So like Piccaso. Did you mean to mimic him?" Lucy walked into the room without realizing she was moving. "I'm sorry - if you weren't trying for his style."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2007 23:00:53 GMT
Dan headed to the restaurant district of Assailant, interested in both food and company.
He looked around, at the many different species moving around the area, and at his several options with regards to food. He was getting stares from younger and lower-ranking personnel, but he attracted surprisingly little attention.
But apparently he had attracted enough, because over the crowd he heard, "Dan!"
He turned, and sitting at a table on the outskirts of a restaurant was none other than his friend and former CO, Captain Alex Dixon. He headed for him. "Alex! What brings you to Assailant?"
"I'm here for a conference on bio-neural technology. Sit down, sit down," he said, indicating the chair across from him.
Dan sat. "Bio-neural technology? Not exactly your area of expertise, as I recall. Wait....is this about the Brain?"
Alex nodded. "It is."
"How is that thing doing, anyway?" Dan asked, remembering back to the bio-neural gel-pack that, thanks to some enhancements, unexpectedly grew and took over the ship.
"He's doing just fine. Yes, it's a he. The Brain chose to name itself John, so therefore it's a he. He's grow very large and complex. He wanted more challenging things to do than the tasks we were putting him to, so now he serves as main computer for the facility that houses him. It's extraordinary," Alex said with a gleam in his eye. "And how about you? What brings you here? The Raven is assigned to Bellicose, not Assailant. And I'm quite surprised you're not a full Captain yet," he said as he glanced at Dan's collar.
Dan looked down for a moment, then back up. "Actually, I'm not in command of the Raven anymore. I'm the First Officer of the Nevada."
"What'd ya do? Retire again?" Alex said and chuckled.
"Actually yes. Right after my first mission in command of the Raven....I don't know exactly why I left, it just felt like the right then to do."
"Because subconsciously you didn't like the idea of being in command again? It'd be understandable given mistakes you've made in the past." Alex knew him well.
"Possibly. But anyway, I took what I meant to be a brief leave. Two, maybe 3 months. It ended up being a year and a half. The Nevada needed a Chief Engineer, not to mention they were a little rocky when it came to command structure, so I took the job. And after one mission, I'm a First Officer again."
"A year and a half? What happened to make it that long?"
"This," Dan said, lifting his left arm. He rolled up his sleeve, and deactivated his holographic arm, exposed the emitter that was surgically attached just below his elbow. "On my way to vacation, I was in a shuttle accident. I woke up in a sickbay, missing the rest of my arm. I was offered the chance to be what you humans refer to as a "guinea pig" for an experimental holographic prosthetic. Wanting a hand back, and being intrigued by the idea, I agreed. And well," he said, reacting the arm, "it's worked out pretty well so far."
"Amazing," Alex said, and his tricorder beeped. He checked it, then stood "Qell, I have to be getting back to the conference. Wonderful to see you again."
"You too, Alex. Take care my friend," Dan said with a smile.
"You too," Alex said, and left Dan alone at the table.
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Post by joshreo on Oct 3, 2007 14:01:12 GMT
Josh had left the Nevada after the rest of the Senior staff. He wondered around the starbase going no place in particular. After wondering for an hour or so, he glanced around to see that he was in the restaurant district. He glanced around and saw Dan sitting at a table by himself.
He grabbed a menu and walked up to Dan's table and said, "Excuse me, Commander. Do you mind if I join you?" Dan motioned with his hand for Josh to have a seat. Josh sat and began to look over the menu.
(OCC: More to come, time for class)
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Post by imad on Oct 4, 2007 1:29:31 GMT
Whoever said time could heal all wounds was full of crap. If anything, time could cause great open wounds, festering sores even. And all Imad seemed to have was time. He had been on the transport for far too long. ~Three days. Three days of listening to Grandpa and Grandma Smythe talk about their grandkids, diet and bowel movements.~ the lieutenant thought as he watched the older couple remove their false teeth before gumming into their toast. The Smythes shared a table with the younger Mrad in the passenger's diner, aboard the transport that was taking the officer to his assignment on the USS Nevada.
Hiding his grimace behind a PADD, Imad checked his orders for the umpteenth time, reading the section about him taking the reins of the flight wing. The Lebanese marine began to tap his foot impatiently, hardly able to contain the excitement he felt.
"Oh Dearie, you really should try this omelet, it's lovely," Grandma Smythe said.
Imad sighed and lowered the PADD. Just as expected, Mrs. Smythe was gumming her way through the egg and cheese omelet much to the disgust of the young officer.
"Or have some of this coffee, my lad. It's gin-u-wine Kenyan, none of that ruddy Klingon swill," Terry Smythe remarked happily as he slurped his coffee.
"I believe I shall.." Imad started to say before he was interrupted by a chime from the commspeaker in the ceiling above them.
<<>>This is the captain speaking, we will be arriving at Starbase Assailant within the hour. Please be prepared to depart as soon as the docking procedure is complete.<<>>
"Well I wonder when..oh Terry where's that young man gone to?"
"Hell if I know. I think he was a bit peculiar myself," Smythe answered before spluttering in his coffee.
::SB Assailant::
Imad was the first one off the transport. He found what he was looking for from a nearby information terminal and made his way toward the marine office. Placing his dufflebag over his shoulder, Imad set his boots in the right direction and began to walk. He had walked about ten paces when he saw someone ahead of him that made the officer smile. He quickened his pace and caught up to the marine.
"Lieutenant Mrad reporting for duty Major, my mother said to give you the box of cookies I have in my dufflebag so that you would go easy on me," Imad told Jamil, then grinned at his older sibling.
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Post by sfcmradj1 on Oct 4, 2007 4:27:04 GMT
=/\= Major Mrad, report to Commander Thirteen office =/\=
The voice of one of the bridge officer informing the Marine Major to report to the commander was somehow strange for Jamil; The Tiger Shark was already docked at Station Assailant after her last mission, and almost every one on the ship was given 3 days rest on board the station. Jamil check his outfit in the mirror, exit his quarter and head to a near by tourbolift.
"Bridge", The door of the small room close and Jamil felt it moving to its destination. ~I wonder what the commander want from me~ Jamil was deep thinking when the door opened, Jamil snapped from his thought when he heard the sound of the opening door. He exit and head directly to the commander office. After pressing the ring button, he heard the voice of commander Thirteen signaling him to enter.
Jamil enter the officer room and stand in attention. Thirteen stand up from behind his desk and approach the Major. "Major Mrad, i received orders today that you will be transferring to the USS NEVADA. It is a fine ship and I'm sure that you will be assets for them there as you were for us here" Thirteen then extend his hand to Jamil who meet it and shake it .
"It was an honor serving under your leadership Sir" Jamil respond and then excused his commander and went back to his quarter to prepare his stuff.
~~~ Assailant Station ~~~
Jamil was standing outside the transporter room after being transported from the Tiger Shark. He wasn't sure what will be his next step especially his transfer orders gave him 5 days rest before joining the Nevada. The Akira starship was already docked to the station and that gave Jamil the time to prepare him self before boarding his new assigned ship.
The Marine approach one of the panels and download a map for the station to his personnel padd. 1 minute later, his choice was to go have a real food in one of many restaurant on the station. "I think a real food is better than replicated one" Jamil tell him self after choosing one of the restaurant who serve food similar to the country where he came from, LEBANON. 10 minutes later and after some walk around Jamil saw the sign and the entrance of his desired eating place. Before he step in, he heard a familiar voice, a voice he hasn't hear it since he was at home.
"Lieutenant Mrad reporting for duty Major, my mother said to give you the box of cookies I have in my dufflebag so that you would go easy on me,"
Jamil turned fast and saw his younger brother, the one he left in house when he joined the Marines as big brother. a big smile arise on Jamil face after seeing his brother before his eyes, he put his back on the ground and open his hand wide and said "Come on little brother give you older brother a big hug"
Imad ran and give his older brother a hug, it was long time that Jamil saw his bro and he felt that the some of his sadness for being away from his family will be away now because his brother is around. Jamil looked to Imad outfit and smiled "So bro you finally joined the Marines, i thought you were going to study medicine and be a great doctor"
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"The Nevada!!; Fighter wings!!!. I thought that you hated flying?"
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"Very well, in that case we will report together to the Commander of the Nevada but after we get Some rest and have fun on the Station"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2007 13:23:37 GMT
Sandy Lou had been at it now for almost half an hour, she felt as though she still wasnt doing Piccaso justice when it came to tring to mimic his paintings, she wanted to get it just right so that she cold begin doing his style, but in her own paintings, but everytime the brush hit the hard canvas she couldnt help feel that she wasnt good enough.
"Picasso?" a women behind her whispered.
Sandy was starteled by it, but thankfully hadn't done anything wrong on the painting to make it any worse than sandy all ready belived it was. The women too looked to be feeling bad about something, then she spoke again.
"NO! I didn't mean to disturb you! Really. Your paintings are exquisite. So like Piccaso. Did you mean to mimic him?"
Sandy Lou smiled, "Yes, I love his paintings they..." pausing for a seconed to consider what she may say "I dont know to be honest, they just seem to appeal to me" she finished. Sandy offered her hand, "Im Sandy Louise Black, but my friends all call me Sandy Lou". The women took her hand and replied by saying "Im lucille Grey, but everyone calls me Lucy".
It seemed to be the first time since she entered into starfleet that she had made a friend, even if they barely knew each other, she had been te first person she had the chance to have a remotely haf decent conversation with, admitedly so far they had only crossed a few words.
"So, are you into art?"
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Post by connorstephens on Oct 4, 2007 17:25:30 GMT
As Stephens walked along the Promenade, he consulted his PADD, which contained the names and specialties of each of the science crew on the Nevada-B. Cortez, astrophysics; Hotspur, chemistry; Mischa Frackowski, microcellular biology. All good people, Stephens understood them to be. In a day's time he planned to meet with all of them, en masse, to set up department guidelines and to make sure all were acquainted with each other. There were also two other names whick caught his eye--Stemm and Stern, two petty officers who worked in the department primarily as grunts to do the moving and shaking. They wouldn't be included in the meeting of officers, but Stephens planned to make their acquaintance as soon as possible. They had, perhaps, been without a superior officer for too long now, and Stephens thought it important to bring them in line with his own expectations of them as soon as possible.
While thus engaged in these scientific musings, Stephens of course did not see the pretty yeoman who had stopped in front of him as he was walking. Clanging into her from behind, and banging his chin on the top of her head in the process, Stephens immediately went to red alert, jumping back from her as if she had been afire and the host of a killer plague.
"OHHH!!! My apologies, uhhh, Yeoman." He rubbed his chin, at the same time noticing that she was rubbing the top of her head. "I guess, uhhh, I wasn't watching, you know, where I was going." He held up his PADD. "Working, you know, on the Science Department roster. The Nevada. I'm....I'm on the Nevada. Lieutenant Nevada, I mean, Stephens, yes, Lieutenant Stephens." He awkwardly held out his hand for a handshake, dropping the PADD on the deck as he did so. He bent over to retrieve it, but the Yeoman, who seemed amazed by Stephens, moved forward at the same time to see what had dropped, and in that process they banged their heads together this time, further exacerbating a growing headache within her and furthering the insult to Stephens' head as well, giving him a head to chin throb which he was by now sure would require medication and a visit to sickbay for a minimum of three days, which wouldn't be so bad considering that T'Pren would be there, and it would give him three uninterrupted days to spend with her, albeit in a handicapped sort of way.
He was brought back from that pleasant fantasy by a deep glare of hostility from the yeoman, who murmurred herself off into the crowd, gesturing rather strongly intimations of what Stephens could do with himself, none of which he guessed even remotely. At some point in that rather intimate violent non-conversation, a scent had arrived, only lately registering in Stephens' olfactory system, alerting him to the presence of several baked goods, perhaps eclaires, perhaps a Napoleon or two. These immediately replaced the image of the yeoman, who, though attractive, was no match for a well done croissant, no matter how charming she may have appeared to be. He cancelled his own red alert, having despatched the enemy, and, straightening his blue tunic, entered the establishment that promised so very much in the way of pleasure.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" he said to himself as he walked in. "Definitely a Napoleon....uhhh, cheesecake, I'm sure...Jibelian Berry Tart.....geez!....it all looks so good!"
"May I help you?" asked a young woman behind the counter. She had blazing red hair and the brightest blue eyes imaginable. So unique was she that Stephens could not comprehend her question at all, and he stayed there gaping, mouth open, with no sound issuing. After a time, when she didn't say more, it occurred to him that she had probably said something, but he had no idea what it might have been.
"Huh? What?" he stammered. Definitely a yellow alert.
"May I help you, Lieutenant? Would you like coffee, a croissant?"
"Ohhh! Yes. I mean, I'm sorry. Yes."
The young woman giggled and went off to get the required order. While he waited, absorbed in the smells of the place, he was immensely surprised when two arms snaked around him from behind. But he was only at yellow alert, and so was unprepared for the kiss on his cheek which followed. Turning, he looked directly into the face of T'Pren Ironhorse, CMO of the Nevada.
Stephens broke into a broad, broad grin. "T'Pren. What a nice surprise!"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2007 20:10:09 GMT
Lt. Grey turned her head this way and then that way. She enjoyed Piccaso's work immensely. The colors were vibrant, alive. They captured her imagination in a skewed way, her mind working hard to see around what he was trying to accomplish.
"So, are you into art?"
"Uh, yeah, kinda," Lucy stuttered. "I'd like to learn but I want to paint portraits. Like the old Early English style."
"Why don't you take lessons?" Sandy Lou asked. "I've thought of it," Lucy responded quickly. "I think I will. I'm just afraid I won't be much good at it. Maybe if I start by drawing hearts and livers, I'll do better."
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Lucy started laughing. "Being a doctor I'm more attuned to the inside of the body than the outside."
Looking around the small holosuite, Lucy nodded to herself.
"Would you like to get something to eat with me? I passed a little bakery shop with a restaurant next door. It's busy. Food must be good."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2007 20:45:33 GMT
A few minutes after Alex left, Dan looked over to see Josh Reo coming toward him. "Excuse me, Commander. Do you mind if I join you?" he asked.
Dan indicated the chair. "Please do."
A very young-looking waitress approached them. "Can I get you gentleman anything?"
"Fruit juice," Dan said simply. "Surprise me."
She nodded, and made a note, and turned to Josh. "And for you, sir?"
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"Very well," she said, "I'll be back in a few minutes." She left.
Dan watched her leave. "An rather attractive young woman. Reminds me of a great-granddaughter of mine." He turned back to the CTSO. "So, what do you think of the Nevada-B so far, Commander? I understand you served on the Nevada-A."
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Post by imad on Oct 4, 2007 23:14:30 GMT
"So bro, you finally joined the Marines, I thought you were going to study medicine and be a great doctor," Jamil asked him after he had freed Imad from the bear hug he had enveloped the fighter pilot in.
"I tried it," Imad said, "I went to university, but I also joined the marine reserves and they put me in the cockpit of a fighter." Imad grinned at his older brother, "After that..well I was combat medic of my platoon for a couple of months. The marines became more important so I left university...mother wasn't too happy," Imad said, stubbing the toe of his boot against the floor in embarrassment.
"But father didn't mind so much," he said, the elation coming back into Imad's voice. "I've been assigned to the Nevada as the CO of the fighter wing."
"The Nevada!!; Fighter wing!!!. I thought that you hated flying?" Jamil exclaimed.
"I like flying, I just didn't like trying to fly off the roof of the house with brooms strapped to my arms," Imad reminded his brother, thinking of the time when they had been kids trying to make their own wings. Of course as the young brother, Imad had been the test pilot for all their ideas.
"Very well, in that case we will report together to the Commander of the Nevada but after we get some rest and have fun on the Station," his bro said.
"Outstanding!" Imad exclaimed. He had been feeling a bit down since he had left the Academy and he had a good idea why. ~Ainsleigh.~ He missed her. Imad felt like he had only just begun to get to know the young woman and enjoy her company then they were torn apart. "I got enough sleep on the transport over...let's find the nearest bar! I could use a beer."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2007 15:52:47 GMT
"Uh, yeah, kinda," Lucy stuttered. "I'd like to learn but I want to paint portraits. Like the old Early English style."
"Why don't you take lessons?" Sandy Lou asked.
"I've thought of it," Lucy responded quickly. "I think I will. I'm just afraid I won't be much good at it. Maybe if I start by drawing hearts and livers, I'll do better."
"Well, it may be easier, not as detailed" Sandy fired back with a cheecky grin on her face.
Lucy started laughing. "Being a doctor I'm more attuned to the inside of the body than the outside."
"I suppose so but you never know" she said with a smile accross her face, "If you ever want anyone to teach you, just ask, I know quite a few programes that team you about portraits, Im personaly into lanscape painthings, but I like Piccaso's too" she said in a slghtly serious tone.
"Would you like to get something to eat with me? I passed a little bakery shop with a restaurant next door. It's busy. Food must be good."
A huge smile suddenly appeared on Sandy Lou's face, she placed the brush down and agreed, she was feeling a little hungry, a just felt like a cheese and Ham bake. thoose where loverly when hot, couldnt beat thoose with any other type of 'fast food' products.
(Lucy) (OCC: The ones from greggs are sooooo nice haha)
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Post by joshreo on Oct 5, 2007 19:06:02 GMT
A very young-looking waitress approached them. "Can I get you gentleman anything?"
"Fruit juice," Dan said simply. "Surprise me."
She nodded, and made a note, and turned to Josh. "And for you, sir?"
"I was thinking that I would like some raktijino, please," Josh said in reply.
"Very well," she said, "I'll be back in a few minutes." She left.
They watched her leave. "An rather attractive young woman. Reminds me of a great-granddaughter of mine," Dan said as Josh was turning back to the FO. "So, what do you think of the Nevada-B so far, Commander? I understand you served on the Nevada-A."
"It's a good ship, but it still needs to have the 'bugs' worked out," Josh said with a grin ;D. "But I never actually served on the Nevada-A. I think it was destroyed shortly before I joined the Crew. Just how old are you sir?"
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Post by imad on Oct 6, 2007 2:10:53 GMT
::The Fishtank::
~Why was it that the worst looking bars usually have the best beer?~ Imad asked himself. He glanced around the bar at some of the seedier patrons as he lifted the bottle to his lips. It was a good brew; the best he'd had since leaving Earth. He set the bottle down and looked at the marine officer standing next to him. Imad grinned and said, "I think you have bulked up since you left home. I don't remember you having so much muscle."
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"That is true, the marines certainly toughened me up," Imad said as he lifted the sleeve of his uniform and showed Jamil his Devil Dog tattoo. "I had that done before I left Earth. A bunch of people from my old platoon went and we all got them. One marine, Casey Phillips, had it tattooed on her back. That is dedication." He dropped his sleeve and picked up the bottle to take another drink. Before he could tip the bottle back, someone jostled his arm and almost made him spill beer on his uniform.
"Hey, watch it," Imad challenged, as he turned to find himself looking at a young woman who was about his own age.
"Watch it yourself Mac," the woman retorted and moved away from him, leaving Imad to glare after her.
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Imad shrugged. "I never got around to dating much at home, too many other things happening," he told his older brother. "There was someone...at the Academy..but she's trying to finish her training and I was sent here. It was not fun leaving her." Imad took a drink of the beer, then tipped the bottle back and drained it. Setting the empty bottle on the bar, Imad motioned to the bartender and ordered another round. "So what about you Jamil? Any female prospects?"
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Post by T'Brel Peers on Oct 6, 2007 3:15:27 GMT
He never expected to leave the walls and corridors of the USS Tigershark. Ever since meeting his future self he had come to accept that fact. Yet things were changing for all of them. Luke was now captain of the Scavenger where Jon had joined him. J'leera was on Earth teaching and Admiral Keztrek was still alive while Daniel was not. Things were very different and maybe this would be for the best. T'Brel was pleased to discover that Jamil would be joining him on the Nevada. The marine was a capable officer and would flourish on this new ship.
He himself held quiet reservations about this new posting. As a son of two ambassadors T'Brel had been trained in diplomacy and could take up post on Trill or Vulcan. T'Brel also had the opportunity to lead the R&D division on navigational design on Earth. His options were many, but until he made the final decision he would proudly serve on the Nevada. With these thoughts in mind T'Brel made his way towards the bridge. He had already been informed that the Captain was not aboard. He was on Assailant with most of the crew. T'Brel had been pleasantly surprised to see that Captain now Commander Dan Trek, his old instructor from the Academy was serving as first officer. He would want to speak to him, but for now he would get to know the Nevada.
"Sorry, sir but are you looking for someone?" an Ensign asked as he entered the bridge.
"Not at the moment Ensign, I'm your new helm officer," T'Brel said as he placed his duffel bag near a corner and approached the helm. He knew that his next action would confuse the junior officers currently on the bridge, but this didn't bother him anymore.
"Hello, itβs nice to meet you," T'Brel said to the ship as he stroked her controls. "I'll make you do things that no one has ever done and just know that I like challenges."
It had always been his ritual to speak to the ships he would be piloting. He knew that ships were in adamant objects, but all the same he spoke to them as if they were best friends.
"Sir were you speaking to me?" the ensign asked perplexed.
"No, I was just speaking to this fine ship," T'Brel said with a smile which surprised them even more. It was rare to see a Vulcan smile; it was rarer to see a Vulcan with spots.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2007 3:17:09 GMT
"It's a good ship, but it still needs to have the 'bugs' worked out," Josh said with a grin. "But I never actually served on the Nevada-A. I think it was destroyed shortly before I joined the Crew. Just how old are you sir?"
"I guess I don't have everyone straight yet," Dan said. "How old am I? I'm 148 years old."
While he let his last statement sink in with the now-surprised CTSO, the waitress returned. "Here you are, gentleman. One raktijino and one Vulcan Rapa juice."
"Can't say I've had this before," Dan said, picking it up and taking a sip. "But's it quite good. It's...-"
At that moment, his arm chose to malfunction and flicker on and off, enough to drop the glass. Before he could catch it, it hit the edge of the table, and splashed all over his uniform.
"...all over me," he said, looking down at his uniform shirt. He looked back up at the waitress. "I think I'll need another one," he said somewhat sheepishly.
She smiled and nodded sympathetically. "I'll bring a few napkins as well," she said, and went away.
Dan looked at Josh, and shook his head. "I hate it when that happens."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2007 22:39:45 GMT
A huge smile suddenly appeared on Sandy Lou's face, she placed the brush down and agreed.
"The restaurant section isn't too far away. How about going there?"
At Sandy Lou's nod, the two walked into the hallway.
"You're at Ops?" Lucy asked.
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"What all do you do there? I'm going to be spending time on the bridge once we get a new mission. It'll be good if I can get to know the bridge crew and especially know what you'll be doing."
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"Wow. I didn't know the operations officer handled so many duties. The classes I took touched on just a few of them." Lucy pointed then took a left turn onto the promenade. "I don't plan on being in command any time soon. And I never want to captain a ship. So I got through the courses that were mandatory with straight B's. Once we got into medical stuff, I churned out A's consistently. What about you? You want to be a captain some day?"
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As Sandy Lou talked about her hopes for the future, the two of them found themselves at a junction facing more than 10 restaurant choices.
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Post by sfcmradj1 on Oct 8, 2007 4:26:07 GMT
The place was full of people from different species eating and drinking around, some were playing and betting others were just sitting looking around. The Mrad brothers entered and head directly to the bar. Jamil yelled for the bartender and ordered him to bring 2 big size of his finest beers; The bartender looked in the Major face trying to identify his new client and then went back to bring the Marines orders.
"I think you have bulked up since you left home. I don't remember you having so much muscle."
Jamil grab his bottle, put it in his mouth and in one shot drank half of it. He then turned to his brother and said "Training and lot of it" He then looked to Imad body and comment "Yours is not that bad at all, for a medic" Jamil smiled and take another shot from the bottle.
Imad start talking about his 1st days in the Marines and that his first team make him put a tattoo on him. Jamil laugh and yelled for another bottle of beer but before he touch it , he heard Imad shouting "Hey, watch it,"
Jamil turned and saw a female moving away from their place while Imad body was full of beer all over him. "So bro, still the Ladies killer as always", Jamil smiled trying to annoy his brother. The young Marine looked angry in his brother eyes and then smile
"I never got around to dating much at home, too many other things happening,",Imad emptied his bottle and continue "There was someone...at the Academy..but she's trying to finish her training and I was sent here. It was not fun leaving her."
Imad yelled for another bottle then addressed his older brother "So what about you Jamil? Any female prospects?"
Jamil smiled and emptied his beer then respond "Well Imad, you know your old brother. When he find an opportunity he always take it" Jamil laugh with Imad and they ordered more beers.
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Post by connorstephens on Oct 8, 2007 22:41:03 GMT
The young woman giggled and went off to get the required order. While Stephens waited, absorbed in the smells of the place, he was immensely surprised when two arms snaked around him from behind. But he was only at yellow alert, and so was unprepared for the kiss on his cheek which followed. Turning, he looked directly into the face of T'Pren Ironhorse, CMO of the Nevada.
Stephens broke into a broad, broad grin. "T'Pren. What a nice surprise!"
"I was hoping I'd find you," she said, breathless from excitement.
"Well," Stephens said, "we didn't get much of a chance to talk befofre, I mean, after Lt Grey and I came back to the ship. It was off to a debriefing, you know."
T'Pren's face clouded for a moment, and Stephens was surprised. He didn't know what that might be about, and wasn't sure she really wanted to talk about it.
T'Pren grabbed Stephens' hand and squeezed. "I wanted to ask you about her, Connor. You were alone with her on that other ship. Did you think of me?"
Deeply surprised, Stephens replied, "Yes, of course. We were taken to a room, and told that we would become a mating pair for the Kasan-thar Emperor's zoo." They moved off to a small table unobtrusively out of sight. "Not exactly my thing, being forced like that. And I thought of you, and of all the unfinihsed things we still have."
T'Pren's face was very serious. "I have to ask: did you think about it?"
"Huh? Think about what?"
"Mating with her. She's very beautiful, you know."
"T'Pren, look. Yes, she's very beautiful. And yes, I like her now that I know her better. But that's all. What I have with you is very special to me. We don't get enough time together. And I'm glad to see you again." Stephens smiled and stroked her hand, which lay on the table.
T'Pren looked saddened. "I'm sorry, Connor. I just missed you so much, and I was worried you wouldn't come back. I was afraid you might be killed."
"It's a hazard of the job, you know. I certainly didn't want to die. And I certainly didn't want to be a stud in some emperor's little game, either. I'm back now. I'm safe. And we're together. Let's make the best of it, and relax and enjoy the time."
T'Pren relaxed visibly then, and gripped Stephens' hand, which still stroked hers. The ate their eclairs and sipped their coffees, and were indeed enjoying the simple pleasure of being together.
At least until T'Pren spied Lucy Grey and another female officer enter the little bakery.
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Post by leopotter on Oct 9, 2007 5:55:10 GMT
Leo took a deep breath, then stepped from the transport that had brought him back to Starbase Assialiant. After a year of being away from the 1st Fleet, S47, he felt a bit apprehensive.
The last time he had been on the Starbase was when he had departed his old ship, the U.S.S Jefferson. He had left because he wanted his adopted child, S'harien, to grow up with a motherly figure, as well as being close to him.
So, he had requested a transfer back to earth, where he had got his mother to help him raise S'harien for the first year of his life. While Leo had been on earth, he had taken a new course in his carrer. He traded in his combat suit for a flight suit, and became a Fighter pilot.
It had been a hard year, but eventful year. After S'hariens First birthday, one of his supioiors requsted to him that he returned to his old fleet. But not to his old ship, but one of the others in the same aquadron. After awhile, and some pushing, Leo agreeded to return to the fleet as a fighter pilot.
Now he stood inside SB Assailiaint, His pack on his back, and S'harien in his arms. Looking around at the familiar sites of the Station.
He took another breath and headed down the promenade. He briefly checked one of the computer terminals to see where the Nevada was docked.
:60 Minuites Later:
Leo walked off the ship again in just his uniform, having left S'harien in the capable arms of the day-care Woman, who had 4 other children with her. He had found quarters after speakign with the quarter master, who had gave him the access code and directions. He had been told that he should report to the acting CO in a few hours, since he was a bit busy.
So Leo decided that he'd take a look around the station he once knew.
After about 20 minuties of wandering the station, Leo found himself outside a dirty looking establishment. One that he remebered well. All though it looked daunting from its outward look, it served quite nice alcohol and synthnol. And Leo could remember that it had also served a pretty good make of one of Leo's favorite Romulan beers.
He walked in and headed to the main bar. He sat down near two other marines also sitting there. The bar keeper looked at him for a moment, then recognized him.
"So Captain, your finnaly back from earth." He said. "You get reassigned back to this place?" He asked wit ha smile, already getting his drink before Leo asked. Leo had found out that he was one of the few people that regularly ordered it.
Leo chuckled. "Yeah, I'm back. A Certain Colonel thought it would be better out here for me. So I'm back, whit S'harien, and with a new occupation, a sa fighter pilot." He said. He adjusted himself so the barkeeper could see the glinting Pilots Wings on his chest.
The man laughed. "Fighter Pilot eh? That would mena you've been assigned to the Nevada." He said. Leo nodded. "Well then, I suggest you talk to those two men over there. They're from the Nevada."
Leo turned and looked at the Two marines. One was a Major, and the other was a 3rd Lt. They both had alot of simularities, so Leo assumed that htey were related.
He nodded otwards the barkeeper and slid down 2 chairs and sat beside them
"I'm Told that you Two are from the Nevada." Leo said. He held out his hand when they nodded. "Captain Leo Potter, Fighter Pilot." He said.
(tag MradS) "Yep, I was the Jeffersons Marine CO a year back, but left when my personal situation dictated that i should. Don't think a kid should have the first year of his life on a starship." He said.
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