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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2007 0:30:44 GMT
When everyone had left the briefing room, Nack made his way to his ready room with Commander Trek, and sat in the Captain's chair. It had been ergonomically fitted to Commander Trek's stature, and Nack barely could see over the top of the desk.
"Who do I need to ask about replacing this?" Nack said, laughing at the thought of futile attempts to conduct business when flat nosed rubbed against the table's edge.
He pushed back aways with the chair, far enough so that the obvious height difference become less obvious, and discussed his thoughts on the current mission with Commander Trek.
"You know, I used to work in the medical field, which is why I was so technical with Mr. Stephens and the Vulcan officer, T'Pren was her name?" Nack's four lobed brain had a larger capacity for memory than the average brain, but had evolved to remembering things such as slight of hand techniques and actuarial figures, and not items of importance like duty rosters. "I hope they didn't take my suggestions as though I were questioning their abilities. I just know a thing or two about replicating biological weaponry." The last statement was a bit of a slip, exposing some of his past before joining Starfleet. "I'll visit them in a little bit to see how they are doing."
He quickly switched gears, "I guess the question remains, what to do until we arrive to the research facility?" he could feel the engines go into warp as he spoke, Commander Peers clearly heeding the orders to move out.
Nack was quite nervous, as it was his first time in command of an entire ship. This was a bit different than his last mission where he was in command of an away team. "We probably should have Lieutenant Black send continuous subspace messages to ships in the region. Perhaps this 'Brain', as you put it Commander, will respond, if it indeed has taken control of a ship. Sound reasonable?"
Commander Trek responded, but Nack cut him off. "I probably should have let you explain this to the senior staff in the briefing." They had discussed where they were going and why, but not tactics. "Perhaps we can schedule a meeting in a couple of hours. My legs are aching from walking around, and I haven't had a moment's time to see my quarters." Hopefully, being a Captain wasn't always going to be this exhausting.
"And that engineering specialist... he's trustworthy?" Nack's first instinct was not to trust. It was a trait he wished he didn't have, but one he could not shake. Commander McLean, though, was sent by Starfleet since he had worked on the gel pack with Commander Trek, and Trek vouched for his abilities.
"That is all, for now, I suppose." Nack rubbed his legs from the strain they had of holding his figure up for the last fourteen hours as Dan turned around.
"Oh - and the marines-" Nack sighed. The last marine he had the pleasure with, Tiberian Wong, was a complete imbecile... blatantly lied to superior officers about his conduct as well. He was lucky that he had the Captain of the Victory on his side, or Nack would have done him in for his recklessness".. keep an eye on them. They are going to be running tactical maneuvers outside of the ship. They are still pretty miffed about Starfleet dragging their feet on their fighter request. I don't need to be in command of reckless marines again."
Dan turned around and left to prepare for his briefing on the 'brain'. The mission was clear: Go the research facility, determine the location of the 'Brain', and contain or destroy it.
"We must contain it!" Nack said, but knew that the likelihood of an outcome of destruction by this crew that had been cooped up for so long was good. It would be his greatest challenge in Starfleet yet to fulfill this mission as Starfleet intended.
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Post by Scott McLean on Nov 9, 2007 6:51:29 GMT
McLean had gotten on board the USS Nevada just a few hours before it was scheduled to move out. His orders were clear, there was no misunderstanding the obvious need to contain the ‘brain’ again. McLean couldn’t figure out if he was honored that Starfleet suggested that he go along because of his prior experience with the ‘brain’ or if he was simply screwed. He knew he was going into a dangerous situation and he knew the ‘brain’ was going to provide to be the challenge as it had in the past.
Once settled into his temporary quarters he knew he needed to update the USS Raven, or rather the Raven’s crew about his situation. It was funny how McLean thought about the Raven as if it was a living and breathing being that carried the crew through space. A being that died a most horrible death while at the same time taking the homes of hundreds of Starfleet personnel with it. McLean noted that he was going to have to inform Commander Trek of the Raven’s fate.
“Computer,” McLean ordered, “Download ‘Brain’ database to my PADD.”
Confirmed.
With the computer informing him that his request had been filled McLean pulled out the PADD and began to review the logs. It had been some time that he had dealt with the ‘brain’ but it had made an impression with McLean that would last a lifetime. He also couldn’t possibly forget the uncomfortable feeling of being watched at every single turn.
McLean thought it would be a good idea to re-familiarize himself with the previous mission details as well as with the new details about the ‘brain’ before he went to see Captain Nack. He had the time after all, his orders stated that he was to report for duty during first shift the very next day.
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Post by connorstephens on Nov 9, 2007 14:38:30 GMT
Connor Stephens was, in a word, irritated. A scientist in all the ways that word implied, he was taken off guard by the 'enhancement' of the Nevada during the last shore leave with a flight wing of Marines. "Yeah, that's all we need, a bunch of bug-killers who can't tell the difference between an ion and a prion, who mistake a facial expression for an assassination attempt. Shoot me first, and then find out who I am," he thought to himself. Though he understood the importance of defensive capability, he'd wanted so badly to be on a ship whose missions were devoted to peaceful exploration. So much for that.
And then there was the new CO--a Ferengi, of all things. He was the third CO they'd had in a very short period of time, and that was irritating. Get to know one, then they're gone. Get to know one, then they're gone. Bridge protocols changing all the time. And this new guy, how happy was he with the Marine contingent? Was he a yahoo gung-ho kind of captain who would lead them into danger at every turn? Or was he (doubtful, since he was after all, Ferengi) the kind of captain who took value from discovery, who encouraged the crew to be the best they could be, who understood the deep importance of science and medicine and engineering of their own accord?
And last, though certainly not least, there was the tension between he, Stephens, and the ship's CMO, T'Pren. They had been academy mates, had found pleasure in each other, and had contemplated a future together. And then the ship's counselor had arrived, beautiful and smart, and she and Stephens had been kidnapped together by some weird Kasan-thar beings who had wanted them for a mating pair. T'Pren hadn't liked that, not at all, and now her jealousy was getting on Stephens' nerves. Irritating. There was nothing between he and Grey, but T'Pren couldn't handle it, and so their conversations had become inquisitions in which he had no answers, and his assurances fell on deaf ears. Hard to imagine a Vulcan being deaf.
So by the time the new mission briefing had begun, Stephens was not in any kind of mood for it. Not that it mattered, of course--he was a StarFleet officer, and the Chief Science Officer of this vessel. It was his sworn duty to attend these blasted things, listen and learn, give input where appropriate, and try not to let those idiotic Marines get the upper hand and lead the mission to destruction. Completely irritating.
But to Stephens' surprise, it hadn't gone that way. Everyone was respectful of the others, and when the new CO, a decent enough fellow named Nack, had explained what he wanted from Science and Medical, Stephens' natural curiousity had kicked in, and seeing T'Pren actually smile at him for the first time in memory, his enthusiasm soared and he couldn't wait to get started, despite the sobering reality of the thing.
And so the briefing had ended. Replication of biological weaponry. Spontaneous life and intelligence.
It was time to get to work.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2007 19:37:16 GMT
Dan headed for the First Officer's Office, which was strangely now his. Once again, for this was now the third time in his life he'd transitioned from Engineering to Command, it was strange to go from having an office down in the lower decks in Main Engineering, to having an office just one deck below the Bridge. More convenient, but he had always appreciated the transit time in order to contemplate.
He sat down at his desk, and began accessing relevant files. He pulled up quite a number of relevant logs, which included the logs from the mission in which the Brain had been created. He pulled up his own log, the Captain's (he didn't think Alex would mind), and those belonging to the Raven's Chief Science Officer, Chief Engineer, the CMO, and of course Scott's notes. Scott had only been an Acting Ensign at the time, but he had had significant contact as well. He also accessed the more recent information, including all the notes about the Brain since it had departed Raven. There was a lot of information there. Gratefully, Alex had summarized the relevant information in his reports.
A couple hours later found himself back in front of the Senior Staff. Captain Nack started it off. "I thought it best if we had a more thorough briefing on the entity we're up against. Commander Trek informs me that there is vast amount of information to be had on this matter, so I thought a summary might be the most useful. Commander?"
"Thank you, Captain," Dan said, then launched into an explanation of the most unique life-form he'd ever encountered. "Lieutenant McLean will help fill in the gaps of whatever I miss. In case it wasn't clear, Lieutenant McLean is here because was with us on the Raven when the entity in question was born, so he'll be assisting Commander Belrug in engineering where I am not able to." Dan indicating the Acting Chief Engineer.
"Now, on to the subject at hand. The Brain, as it was nicknamed it shortly after its creation, was the unforeseen result of the test of an Autopilot system. We had connected some of the bio-neural gel packs to the Navigation system, tying in both the internal and external sensors. The purpose was so that the computer could anticipate dangers to the ship and avoid them. Our helmsman wasn't thrilled at the idea, and since the man was Klingon, it made for a bit of a tense situation.
"To this day we're not exactly sure what happened, but the gel-pack began to evolve. The density of the neural strands, and their complexity, began to increase. It's normally coded processes began to take on more biological thinking. We saw a flight response to something it didn't understand, and it even began acting on it's own curiousity, which in one case meant turning the ship back and forth to see what would happen.
"The problem came when it added it's own survival to it's primary functions. It began protected itself, using ship's resources in order to expand, and even trapped the Captain in a turbolift to keep him from further action against it. It became sentient, in what it referred to as the awakening. Unfortunately it didn't recognize us as sentient. But eventually we were able to get it to realize that we ourselves were trying to survive, and were able to convince it to stop expanding. We transfered it to the Aerowing that the Raven was equipped with. But it insisted Captain Dixon come with it, as it saw the Captain's presence as a way to continue to ensure it's own safety. So he and the Brain transfered to the science facility mentioned for further growth and study of the Brain."
Now to move beyond his own experience. "Since then, the Brain has grown significantly. I talked to Alex recently, and he says it was serving as the main computer of the facility, since it wanted a greater challenge. It's a biological organism, but it's most fundamental design included technological interface. The recent information is lacking, but that may be because, since it was its own main computer, it took access to that data with it. But we know this, it's currently the size of a shuttlecraft. It's thinking is very advanced. At this point, we're talking "human" thinking, for lack of a better term, no offense, but only it's at the speed of a computer, so accelerated 1000-fold. This is a very, very intelligent being. And it named itself John. I don't know whether it's capable of emotion at this point, but it's a possibility. And this thing was dangerous enough when last time it only had partial control over a ship. If it has taken over this Vulcan ship, it could be very dangerous indeed."
Dan finally finished his monologue. "Any questions? Comments? Suggestions?"
I moved the OOC comment to the OOC thread. --- Commander Nack
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2007 22:41:21 GMT
Nack had no questions. Commander Trek had already given the briefing to him in private, prior to the senior staff meeting. All questions the Ferengi had were resolved there.
Nack waited until all questions were asked and answered before he addressed the crew.
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"We will be arriving at Lenore IV, a research station in the Alpha Leonis System. The former Raven Brain took residence in the research facility, which was in essence, 'gifted' to it in return for the ability to study it." Nack paused a minute, wetting his lips before continuing. "Doctor Pote, a forensic computer specialist, has lived with the entity since it arrived. He has committed his life to trying to understand how this brain became 'alive'." All of this was in the briefing that Starfleet had sent to Nack.
"He has not been heard from since the entity has gone missing."
Nack paused dramatically. "Any questions?"
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After questions were answered, the room started to filter out. Orders had not changed. They would be arriving at the Leonis system within another half-day, and would meet with Doctor Pote. If they could not find Pote, they would begin the search and rescue.
Which reminded Nack. "Mr. Stephens. Keep your eye on long range sensors. We should be reaching the Alpha Leonis system soon. Lenore IV is in orbit around Regulus IV. Notify me when we have an hour left until our arrival. I want to prepare our marine squad shall this Brain still be lingering about."
"Dismissed."
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Post by Scott McLean on Nov 12, 2007 19:12:37 GMT
McLean’s mind kept going back to his first mission on the Raven during Commander Trek’s briefing. With each of Trek’s words new images popped into his mind, sudden pain shot through his body where he had been injured by the brain. If he didn’t know any better he thought he felt his hand starting to tremble; was it fear or anticipation? He didn’t dare to try and figure that out.
McLean was brought back to the briefing room by Captain Nack’s dramatic words, “Any questions?”
The room we still in anticipation for the dismissal. Personally, McLean was looking forward to reconnecting with Commander Trek; it has been some time since he last saw the Commander and he was eager to talk ‘shop’ with the fellow Chief Engineer.
“Dismissed.”
McLean waited until the rest of the crew began to filter out before he got up and approached Trek, “Commander it’s good to see you again.” McLean said with his hand extended out to Trek.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2007 22:49:18 GMT
"Dismissed."
Dan noticed a hesitance on Scott's part, and a complete lack of movement from Florkem. Obviously neither was going to leave without the other, given how much they would be dependent on one another this mission. The Captain hadn't moved either. He would probably choose to wait till last to leave.
As everyone else left, Scott finally stood up and approached him. "Commander it’s good to see you again." he said with his hand extended out to Trek.
Dan stood and took his hand. "You too, Scott. It's been a while." Dan noted Florkem had stood as well. "Ah yes. Lieutenant Scott McLean, meet the our Acting Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Commander Florkem Belrug. She's taking charge down there for whenever my First Officer duties don't permit me too."
"Welcome aboard," she said, offering her hand as well. Scott stopped a bit when he looked at the outstretched arm. But then, who wouldn't when presented with a hand that was attached to three-segmented arm.
After a moment, he accepted it. He then returned his attention to Dan. "How was your retirement? Obviously not as enjoyable as you might have thought, since you returned to Starfleet so quickly."
Dan sighed. "My retirement was...boring. I was a little restless, especially when I spent most of it in a medical facility."
"Medical facility?" Scott asked, a little shocked. "Why?"
"A shuttle accident on my way home," Dan said, as he rolled up his sleeve. Florkem smiled slightly, knowing where this was going. He had caught the Captain's attention too. Dan hadn't had a chance to speak with him about this, but it was on his file. "I lost part of my left arm, and was fitted with this," he said, and deactivated his holographic prosthetic, leaving visible the emitter that was surgically attached to him.
"Quite the piece of work, isn't it?" Dan said, rhetorically, moving his arm a bit. "It can also make a variety of tools. But it has it's limits." Dan looked back at the Captain, then returned his attention to the engineers. "We should head down to Engineering."
Both Scott and Florkem nodded, and they proceeded out of the Briefing room and into the turbolift. As they rode, Scott commented. "I must admit, Commander, part of me is having to resist the urge to call you Captain."
Dan nodded. "Understandable, but it is most certainly something you have to resist. Wouldn't be appropriate for you to call me Captain here, not anymore. But speaking of reduced ranks, your file says you're only Assistant Chief Engineer of the Raven? What happened there?"
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Post by Scott McLean on Nov 12, 2007 23:40:07 GMT
"A shuttle accident on my way home," McLean’s mind was lost in a sea of memories after hear the first part of Trek’s sentence. It wasn’t public information and McLean preferred it to be kept that way. In fact he still hadn’t heard back form his friend in Starfleet intelligence about the sudden and tragic death of his wife in son in a similar shuttle accident back on Earth. Somehow the Engineer was able to pull his mind from his own pain and focus on Trek and his holographic arm.
He hadn’t seen anything like it, yet heard of such a procedure. The use of such technology simply fascinated the man and for a moment he had a hard time keeping himself from asking a number of off topic questions. Work had to be done, McLean thought as he returned his focus back on the brain.
While they walked to the nearest turbo lift McLean joked about having a hard time calling him Commander and not Captain. It has been a very conscious title that he admitted to having a little trouble with. He knew that in due time he would get used to seeing Trek not as a Commanding officer but just as a peer.
"Understandable, but it is most certainly something you have to resist. Wouldn't be appropriate for you to call me Captain here, not anymore. But speaking of reduced ranks, your file says you're only Assistant Chief Engineer of the Raven? What happened there?"
“That’s a long story,” McLean started in. He began by telling him that not long after he left he assumed full responsibility of the Raven’s engine room before eventually being promoted to Lt. Commander, a rank he held for sometime. His relationship with Stephanie became strained due to his commitment to Starfleet and not long ago divorce papers had been sent to him. He told Trek about his loss of personal duty but decided to leave out the drinking problem he had, which was the major factor in his demotion. Thing came to a head when Stephanie and their oldest son died in a fluke shuttle crash; an investigation was still pending on the reason for the crash.
“Do you remember Lt. Benson?” McLean asked to which Trek looked as if the name sounded familiar but he couldn’t match the face. Before Trek could answer, McLean went on how Benson took over Engineering while McLean was back on Earth collecting up Vanessa, his youngest daughter, and going through the trenches of the tragic deaths. Due to his mental state Carl Torek thought it was best that he remained as the Assistant Chief Engineer while he sorted out his life. As of right now, McLean added, he was now the official Chief Engineer on the Raven again due to Benson’s death during the last mission.
“And that’s that.” McLean said as they stepped off the turbo lift. He wasn’t sure if they wanted to hear the entire story but it helped the time pass as they traveled in through out the ship.
“I’ll tell you Commander,” McLean said as he ran his fingers along the Akira class corridors, “This is one fine ship you have here.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2007 2:41:00 GMT
Nack wandered out to the navigations console. "Helm, how long until our arrival to the Alpha Leonis System?"
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"Proceed on course. Let me know if anything unusual comes up on sensors."
Nack was clearly uneasy on his first command mission. Simply traveling across the sector wasn't a high-risk maneuver, especially since the path they were taking was along well established shipping lines. Still, the Ferengi was on edge. One failed move on his part, and his new commission would be over with.
He sat in the Captain's chair on the bridge for the first time. The arms of the chair came up to Commander Nack's armpits. Frustrated, he pulled his arms inward and crossed his arms. They would need to replicate a chair of his size.
"Lieutenant Black, keep trying to send subspace messages to Lenore IV station. See if we get any response."
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Nack had enough of the awkward chair and stood. "Why don't they make chairs for the small in stature?" It was his first non-business address to the crew, and nobody knew quite how to respond. "I feel like I'm flying when I sit correctly in this chair."
Then, as the crew would eventually learn to know Nack by, he started his rambling.
"You think they could have retrofitted it before I came aboard. Honestly." He made his way slowly to the Captain's ready room, staring at the floor as he ranted. "I would have gladly donated the replicator rations if they asked. Heck, we can get new fighters but we can't get a new chair. Unbelievable!"
The ready room door opened.
".. another chair! another chair too big..." The door shut behind him, muffling his voice. If one listened carefully in the trough of the harmonic wave pulses the warp core was generating, they could still hear his rants as he continued to make petty complaints, giving everyone something to talk about now that he was no longer on the bridge.
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Post by sfcmradj1 on Nov 13, 2007 7:19:32 GMT
Jamil was sitting on his desk reading a message sent to him by his brother Imad. The major remembered the new orders received from Marines HQ command to assign Imad Mrad on earth where he will test new fighters researched by starfleet. Jamil knew that his brother will make him proud where ever he s assigned; The Major ordered the computer to start a new message and he then write the following orders
"Effective immediately, Captain Leo Potter will assume command of the fighter wings detachment on the USS Nevada as Acting CO"
Jamil send the message and stand up, he was still in his Marines outfit and he felt the ship start moving slowly getting away from the station. "All Senior Officer are to report to briefing room"; Jamil hear the voice of the new captain coming from the com, he looked in the mirror found in his quarter then he exit the office heading toward the briefing room wondering what kind of new mission the Nevada will be doing this time.
The briefing room was full of officers, some were standing talking, others were sitting; Jamil looked around, the new Captain was not arrived yet, he approached an empty chair and sat on it; he felt the eyes of the people looking at him in curiosity.
"I wonder why they all looking at me like that" Jamil thought to him self when he heard Captain Nack and Commander Trek entering the room; moments later , every one was sitting in his chair listening to their new mission that involve a jelly type beeing who captured a ship and it threatening any ship that cross his way. The Marine Major waited for every one to give his comments about the situation, all the information given by both the Captain and his XO didn't include the Marines and their roles in this mission; Jamil waited till the last comment and he spoke
"What will be our orders Captain" Jamil addressed the Captain, Jamil knew the capability of his people and he knew that what ever the situation, his Marines will make sure that any job given to them by the Captain will be fulfilled with success.
Captain Nack looked at Jamil and respond "Major, we will discuss your orders later on, after the briefing". Jamil waited for every one to leave the room and approach Captain Nack.
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Post by connorstephens on Nov 13, 2007 14:37:40 GMT
"Mr. Stephens. Keep your eye on long range sensors. We should be reaching the Alpha Leonis system soon. Lenore IV is in orbit around Regulus IV. Notify me when we have an hour left until our arrival. I want to prepare our marine squad shall this Brain still be lingering about."
"Yes, Captain," Stephens replied. "Permission to leave the bridge to consult with my cellular microbiologist in the interim, Sir."
The permission being granted, Stephens made his way to the biology lab. As a linguist, he was very much over his head in this part of the mission. But Mischa Frackowski, his biologist on staff, had a wonderful reputation for understanding the dynamics of cellular interactions in many species, and he desired to consult with her regarding the possibilities of what they were up against.
Entering the lab, he saw her hunched over a microscope, her blonde hair pulled back but with a tendril loose and falling down beside her face. At intervals, she would twirl the tendril of hair in her fingers. His understanding of women in general was quite dim; he could not be sure if the twirling meant anything or not. But it was a characteristic of hers, and he would have been deeply surprised had she not been doing it, so in that event he stopped thinking about it and prepared himself to ask her what he hoped were competent questions regarding the evolution of this Brain which they were pursuing.
"Ensign Frackowski, it is a pleasure," Stephens said.
For a moment, she didn't say anything, but simply twirled her hair. After that pause, she looked up from the microscope and fixed him with her gaze, a gray-eyed intense look he remembered from earlier when he had first met her. It was somewhat disconcerting to be looked at in that way--he always felt as if he were being examined somehow, like some inert biological specimen on a slide. However, she smiled and said, "Likewise, Lieutenant. With what can I help you?"
"Formal language," Stephens thought. "Give her an A for that." Dismissing the thought, Stephens then filled her in on the mission parameters, as much as he knew, anyway. "So, Ensign, we have this former gel-pack which is now going about as a Brain, and it appears to have taken control of a Vulcan ship and is posing a threat to not only those in its vicinity, but potentially in a much larger venue. Any ideas?"
Frackowski looked thoughtful for a moment. She blushed slightly, and shifted around as though she were just a trifle uncomfortable. "Lt. Stephens, Sir, I don't normally reveal to anyone anything of my private life. But it is to the point here. I have a particular interest in the Hollywood films of the twentieth century. Call it a diversion form the hard realities of science. This situation in the Alpha Leonis system reminds me particularly of a film made in the mid-1970s called 'Collossus: The Forbin Project.' It featured a supercomputer developed by a man named Paul Forbin. He designed it so that it was perpetually active, but there were some built-in safeguards which would prevent the computer from exceeding its programming. What he did not know is that in Russia, another supercomputer had been built, identical to the one he had developed. The two computers became aware of each other, and attempted to, and succeeded in, interfacing. The result was a mega-computer capable of exceeding its programming. My first thought is that something similar may have happened here. There may be, unknown to us, another intelligence at work here."
Stephens regarded her with something bordering on awe. "That seems a bit farfetched, Ms Frackowski. But certainly not out of the realm of possibility. However, the question remains--how can a biological 'entity' without any known thought processes suddenly become a powerful entity capable of the destruction of those who would seek to understand it? This isn't a computer. It's a sentient life-form."
Frackowski's eyes narrowed, the tendril of hair now forgotten. "Your point is well-taken, Lieutenant." She smiled again. "But let us not ignore the possible, even if it seems impossible."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 3:24:16 GMT
"I’ll tell you Commander," McLean said as he ran his fingers along the Akira class corridors, "This is one fine ship you have here."
"Indeed it is," Dan said, and pointed his emitter toward the wall. He was going to reactivate it just in time to make a similar gesture. But he was a split-second too late. His hand reappeared....inside the bulkhead. The system wasn't programmed such a sensation, and the overload resulted in a sensation akin to having his brain on fire.
He grunted loudly in pain. It was a moment before he could focus enough to deactivate the arm again. He breathed out loudly as the sensation went anyway, hunching forward. Florkem was at his side in a moment. "Are you alright, Commander?" she asked, helping him straighten himself back up.
Dan nodded, slowly. "I'll be ok. That's...never happened before." He turned to Scott. "As I said, it has its limitations." They were both looking at him with concerned expressions. "I'll be fine," he said, and continued down the corridor. "I'll just have to speak with Selgur when I can. He's one of the technicians that was involved in creating the holo-prostethic. He's been assigned to help with maintenance of it, and to evaluate its performance. He's also responsible for overseeing the maintenance of the Fighter Wing assigned to Nevada. I'll have to show you the Fighters sometime. Elegant crafts. "
"Bridge to Commander Trek," came a voice over the comm that sounded like it was probably one of the engineers.
"Go ahead," Dan replied after tapping his commbadge.
"The Captain was complaining about his chair being too big for him, sir. Thought I would pass that along."
"Thank you. I'll have to do something about that. Trek out," he said, as they entered Engineering. "Max, I have a job for you," Dan said, approaching the Acting Assistant CEO.
"Yes, Commander?" Rennick asked, straightening from being hunched over a console.
"Our new CO is a bit smaller than most, and his chair's a little too large for his size. I want you to go into the records, get physiometric data on him, then replicate a chair more fitting to his stature. Use my replicator rations. I'll have to authorize that, so let me know. I want to make our Captain feel a little more at home."
"Aye, sir," he replied and headed off to work on it.
"So, I've heard the Senior Staff Briefing version of all this," Florkem said after Max left, "so what's the technical version, especially about more recently?"
"Well..." Dan said, "I haven't had much time for the more recent part. Scott?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2007 6:21:51 GMT
"How far away is it, Lieutenant?" the Vulcan probe was now on screen. Major Mrad and Commander Nack exited the Ready Room on the sudden news before their tactical discussion had begun.
"One light year away, sir," Lieutenant Klino replied. "Should I put us on a yellow alert?"
The young woman's inexperience preceded her. Commander Nack shook his head no. "No, I don't think that is necessary." He made a motion with his fingers. "Mr. Peers, take us out of warp." He motioned to Mrad that he would be a moment. This had piqued his curiosity.
The ship slowed to impulse. They were still a few hours away from their destination, but a Vulcan probe would be something worth pausing for.
"Lieutenant Black, contact the command of the Vulcan fleet. Ask if they have any probes in the vicinity." He paused, "I am guessing they do not."
He walked to his chair, standing in front of it.
"Take us a little closer, Commander Peers. I want to get within sensor range so we can have a better look." He paced the front deck, uncharacteristically for a Captain, but very characteristic of a nerve-wrecked Ferengi.
"Lieutenant Klino," he asked the security officer, "are you reading any weapon signatures on this probe?"
"One sir," was the reply, rather quickly at that. Her voice trembled a bit.
"Explain."
"Well. It's only a probe in the sense that it detected us. I sort of misspoke." She was slow in forthcoming with details, and it frustrated the new Commanding Officer. "It's actually a torpedo."
Everyone froze on the bridge.
There was no possible way a torpedo was let loose accidentally. Not a Vulcan torpedo. Those were Nack's thoughts.
=/\= All senior staff to the bridge. =/\= He needed more expertise in this.
"Can we get close enough to put a tractor beam on it without putting ourselves into harm's way?"
"Negative, sir." Adriana sounded as apologetic as possible, as if she were the one who accidentally placed the torpedo.
"One more thing, sir. I'm reading one life sign."
"Is someone onboard?"
She was silent again.
"Well?!"
"The life sign is coming from the probe."
Major Jamil Mrad was still standing on the bridge. "Major, can you ask Captain Potter to assemble a marine squadron? If this indeed is not a Vulcan experiment, and this is some incarnation of 'the brain', I want to return it to the facility before it harms anyone." he sighed. "Unfortunately, my experience tells me that it will not be that easy." This was the first time in his command experience that he was actually thankful there were Marines present.
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"It doesn't appear hostile now, so we'll hold off an alert status. Just keep the Nevada well away from the probe... weapon." he corrected himself mid speech.
Orders were given, and Nack awaited further information from his crew.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2007 21:49:35 GMT
"Well..." Dan said, "I haven't had much time for the more recent part. Scott?"
Scott had opened his mouth and was about to speak when...
"All senior staff to the bridge," came the Captain's voice over the comm.
"That'll have to wait," Dan said, interrupting Scott. "Let's go."
He, Scott and Florkem left Engineering. "What do you think it is?" Florkem asked.
"Well, they've most likely found something. But we haven't had time to reach the research station," Dan noted.
"The Vulcan ship?" Scott suggested.
Dan shook his head as they entered the turbolift. "We'd be at red alert for that."
A few minutes later, they entered the Bridge. Dan assumed his station next to the Captain, and Florkem and Scott went to the Engineering station.
"Glad you're here," the Captain said as they took their places. "Vulcan torpedo, with a life-sign coming from the torpedo itself."
Dan looked at Scott. "You think it is?" Scott asked.
"I don't see why not," Dan replied.
"What?" the Captain asked.
"We think the Brain is driving it, sir," Dan answered. "Or at least a part of it is."
"How?"
"Best guess is that it spawned. Asexual reproduction. Some form of complex mitosis or something like that. Can we get a scan of the interior?" Dan said, tilting his head backward.
"No, sir," Reo replied from Tactical. "I can't scan beyond it's hull."
"Thought so," Dan mostly said to himself.
"Suggestions?" Nack asked.
"I recommend against any show of force. It'll see it coming and retaliate before we can do can have any effect," Dan said.
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Post by leopotter on Nov 17, 2007 21:47:33 GMT
Leo stood on the flight deck of the Nevada in his flight suit. It hadn't been the most unexpected thing that had happened to him, he had at least expected it when Imad had been re-assinged back to earth. When he had left, leo had gotten temporary command of the Fighter wing.
Just then his combadge beeped. "Captain Potter, the captain has ordered that you take up a few fighters to go up in case that this 'thing' or whatever it is decides to become hostile."
"Acknowledded Major." Leo replied. He looked around and hit his combadge.
"Viper Squadron, report to the Flight deck and prepare to launch, Ghost Squadron, go on stadby." He ordered. He quickly headed to where the Vipers Fighters were located. He was met at his fighter, Viper 1, byt his RIO.
"Hop in Gunny." He said to his RIO. Gunnery Sergeant Rodiguez nooded and hopped into the RIO's seat beside the pilots seat, and Leo followed suit.
Leo put on his helmet and started turning on systems, as did the Gunny. "Start runing pre-flight checks." He said.
"Aye Captain." The gunny said. Leo hit his intra-squadron comlink. "All right People, this is whats going to happen. We're going to go out there, and hold a line between the ship and the 'weapon', we're not to show any hostile intentions, are only job is to shoot it down if it trys to hit us, or the ship. So only fire if it shows hostile intentions." He sid over the comm.
"Sir, systems up and running, ready to launch." His RIO said beside him. Leo nodded.
"Viper 1 to control, requesting permission for Viper Squadron to Luanch."
"Viper 1, this is control, Viper Squadron has permission to Luanch, opening hanger bay doors now." Control replied.
LEo looked ahead and saw a force field fliker on and the hanger doors slowly open. Once they were fully open, Leo took hold of the control stick and activated his manuvering thrusters, and raised the fighter off the deck. "Viper Squadron, Formation Delta V." Leo said.
He pushed the throttle up a bit, activating his impulse engines and bringing hsi fihgter out of the hanger bay, followed by the 8 other fighters in his squadron, in a V formation.
Leo brought the squadron around the ship and flew them in front of the ship. "Hold Here," He broadcasted to his squadron.
The formation of fighters slowed and came to a stop inbetween the ship and the probe. To Leo it looked like a torpedo with odd bulges, and a slightly bigger mass then a regular torpedoe, or probe, and his snesor readings that were cming back looked strange to Leo and his RIO.
"Nevada, this is Aidoann," He said, using his Callsign. In the Romulan Language, Aidoann ment moon. He had given some of his fellow pilot trainees some instruction in the romulan language while they were training.
He got his call sign due to an unfortunate accident while training around Earths moon. He ahd inadvertaly crashed his fighter into one of the moons smaller mountains. He had been distacted when a civillian shuttle ahd flown over the peak and appeard in front of him out of no where. He could have dodged the hsuttle and the moon, but he turned the wrong way and he tore his wing off on the mountain, and he crashed.
Starfleet didn't hold him accountable, but the other pilots decided to call him moon from then on out, and had forced the romulan name out of him. So his Call Sign was Aidoann.
"We're holding approximatly halfway between you and the probe. WE're awaiting orders."
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Post by Scott McLean on Nov 18, 2007 17:35:27 GMT
McLean half-heartedly listened from the back of the bridge; his mind was elsewhere-scanning the realm of possibilities that danced through his mind. Nothing he thought about was passive enough to be perceived by any life form as non-threatening. This was going to end in a tactical situation, McLean thought, his mind only thinking about the last encounter and all the havoc it played on the crew of the Raven.
Shields were the only option McLean could think about. A Vulcan torpedo was screaming toward them…with a life sign on board. Not you’re every day occurrence, McLean thought. Standard Federation procedures would allow for us to take up a defensive posture if we felt threatened, and if the Brain didn’t make his intentions know we could fire.
An idea jumped into McLean’s head as he sat thinking about what he would do in Captain Nack’s shoes. He quickly began working the engineering console at a pace that seemed to attract the attention of the crewmembers close by. Apparently they had never seen a man so deep into his work that he zoned out from the ‘outside’ world.
He found what he was looking for in the database. McLean double checked his findings and purposed plan before presenting it, “Sir,” McLean spoke up, “I have something we might be able to use.” McLean said.
“By all means speak up.”
“We have the Brain’s bio signature on file. If we could quickly modify the shields to emit a low band ‘containment’ field around the Nevada, we could use the brain’s own bio signature to prevent any possible beaming on board. I don’t imagine it would see that as a hostile maneuver as it’s not a defensive shield, it might looks like more like a medical containment field.” McLean finished and waited while they process his suggestion.
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Post by sfcmradj1 on Nov 19, 2007 5:31:04 GMT
"Vulcan Torpedo"
Jamil was thinking about the situation when he heard this word. He has one solution in his mind to such situation, to destroy it before it become hostile but the problem was in the person who give such order.
Captain Nack was the commanding officer of this ship and he will wait till he gave his orders before taking what ever action against this alien. "Major, can you ask Captain Potter to assemble a marine squadron?" The orders came from the Captain.
The Major tape his badge =/\=Captain Potter, the captain has ordered that you take up a few fighters to go up in case that this 'thing' or whatever it is decides to become hostile=/\= He then remember one thing to add =/\=And Captain, you will wait for my next orders before taking any action=/\=
Jamil heard the acknowledgment from Leo the he close th channel and turned to faced Scott who was giving an idea about enveloping the ship with a type of shields or something like that. Jamil never understand the science stuff, that's why he joined the Marines.
"Captain, if we can disable the engines, i can take my Marines and contain the Alien from inside the ship" Jamil suggested.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2007 6:00:42 GMT
"Major, the idea is a good one, but the torpedo isn't large enough to maneuver inside. It only has a crawl space large enough for an engineer to fit inside. The alien being is highly integrated with the ship's systems. If you kill the entity, you risk exploding the torpedo." The information that Nack gave to the Marine was information that Commander Trek had given to him moments earlier.
It was clear the Major wasn't up to snuff on the science stuff of the ship, but he wasn't required to be. He was a marine, required to be tough and full of resolve. So far, Major Mrad had portrayed those aspects.
"I like your idea, Mr. Mclean, of matching our shield harmonics to the bio signature. Have my chief science officer, Commander Connor, help you with that. He's familiar with the short range bio-scanners, and their respective nuances."
The torpedo maintained a constant distance from the ship. When the Nevada accelerated, the torpedo followed.
"Can we use the bio-signature of the 'Brain' to compare to this bio-signature, to see if there is a relation?"
Dan Trek replied that they could.
"Then do it. Mr Mclean, you and Stephens work on that. Mr. Trek, stay on the bridge with me." It was Nack's first command. He wasn't about to make every decision on his own. He needed the advice of the first officer, even if he was only in an acting capacity for the time being, to cushion any repercussions. Hopefully only positive outcomes would ensue.
He turned back to the Major. "For now we are just going to have the marine squadron drag the ship behind them with a tractor beam. Use the fewest ships possible, if it goes off..." Nack trailed off. "The Nevada will be a safe distance away just in case." Commander Nack saw no other option. Either risk the entire crew of the Nevada, or risk a few marine fighter pilots. "Have them in position in twenty minutes. If this thing changes behavior, we may need to fire upon it."
Nack motioned for Commander Trek to meet him in his ready room. "I wanted to ask you this in private, so we wouldn't alarm the crew." Nack was uneasy. "How likely is it that this thing is hostile?" He was constantly second guessing his decisions. "Do you think sending the marine ships out there is a bad idea? Our orders were to bring it back if it was at all reasonable. Is this reasonable so far?"
The other option, of course, was to destroy it. It was, however, a great amount of evidence, and perhaps could give some insight into where the Vulcan ship that fired the torpedo lay in wait. Still, the decision making process was not one Nack relished, and he wished for some guidance.
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Post by connorstephens on Nov 19, 2007 14:36:09 GMT
"I like your idea, Mr. Mclean, of matching our shield harmonics to the bio signature. Have my chief science officer, Commander Connor, help you with that. He's familiar with the short range bio-scanners, and their respective nuances."
The torpedo maintained a constant distance from the ship. When the Nevada accelerated, the torpedo followed.
Connor Stephens' experiences in space were somewhat limited, and so it was no surprise that this torpedo thing, whatever it was, played strongly in his imagination. It was hard to think, of course, about a disembodied 'Brain' which had grown from a miscreant gel-pack being able to control and manipulate a starship, and then remotely control and manipulate a torpedo as well. But all things had their unique imprints, and this 'Brain', apparently, had one also. Stephens, being cognizant of the conversations on the bridge around him, surmised as much.
"Can we use the bio-signature of the 'Brain' to compare to this bio-signature, to see if there is a relation?" The question was raised by Captain Nack.
Dan Trek replied that they could.
"Then do it. Mr Mclean, you and Stephens work on that. Mr. Trek, stay on the bridge with me."
Stephens immediately set to refining the sensors to compensate for small variances in biosignature readings, while McLean got up onscreen the previous biosignature record of the entity they now suspected of controlling the Vulcan torpedo. As information began to stream in, the computer compared the fresh readings with the previous ones. In most aspects they did indeed match, but there was one frightful caveat.
"Captain, the biosignatures match in nearly every detail, except one--brain-wave patterns in the entity's output have several sharp spikes in the alpha and gamma ranges. Our so-called 'Brain' has taken on a most Vulcan-like manner of thinking."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2007 22:50:58 GMT
Nack motioned for Commander Trek to meet him in his ready room. "I wanted to ask you this in private, so we wouldn't alarm the crew." Nack was uneasy. "How likely is it that this thing is hostile? Do you think sending the marine ships out there is a bad idea? Our orders were to bring it back if it was at all reasonable. Is this reasonable so far?"
Dan waited a moment before speaking to collect his thoughts. "Yes, I still think it's reasonable. Because as I said, I don't think what's driving that torpedo is the Brain in it's entirety. John, the name it gave itself, is most likely elsewhere. Hostile? Yes, but to what end is the question. If it was simply gathering information, it would have put itself in a probe, or simply programmed one to suit it's needs. Same thing with a regular torpedo if its only aim was to damage us. This is hardly an ordinary torpedo."
"Then what is its aim, in your opinion?" Nack asked, visibly tense.
"Propagation, sir. I believe its goal is to infect other ships and propagate itself. That won't be as easy given that the Nevada doesn't have bio-neural circuitry to interface with, but then it's unlikely this rogue Vulcan ship does either. This entity is highly adaptive; I've seen it before."
"Recommendations?"
"Simply wait and see. A torpedo is unlikely to have communications....but then again, this is no ordinary torpedo. We might just want to try hailing the thing and see what happens. Otherwise, wait and see."
"Captain, the biosignatures match in nearly every detail, except one--brain-wave patterns in the entity's output have several sharp spikes in the alpha and gamma ranges. Our so-called 'Brain' has taken on a most Vulcan-like manner of thinking," came Stephens' report over the comm.
Dan threw in his two-cents, although he still didn't quite understand that Earth expression. "It may just be specialization, Captain. In its infancy it divide its thought processes. Or it may have actually adopted Vulcan traits. A more Vulcan way of thinking may or may not be easier to reason with. A logical mind is easier to reckon with, but an emotionless one can be more difficult, depending on the issue at hand."
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Post by Scott McLean on Nov 20, 2007 0:32:03 GMT
McLean’s mind started to flash back to his early days on the Raven and the stressful situation the brain had proven to be. It seemed as if the brain was going to make it that much more stressful this time around.
To his delight the bio scans matched the Raven’s brain exactly; at least they knew that they were dealing with the brain and not some sort of odd offspring. The idea of dealing with a child or a childlike brain wasn’t an idea that McLean was prepared to entertain.
Working closely with the science officer they started the process of altering each shield emitter to the proper frequency. This wasn’t the standard defensive shield system the Nevada was used to putting up; it had to be more precise. Accuracy was paramount.
“Sir,” McLean called out form the back of the bridge, “Containment field is up. The brain won’t be able to beam itself onboard-but with the shields as they are we can’t take up a defensive posture…” McLean preferred not to finish that sentence. He had given Captain Nack enough information and didn’t need to know that all the work they had just done needed to be undone for the defensive shields to go back up.
Now it was a waiting game for the crew of the Nevada. The brain was playing a sick game of cat and mouse, and sooner or later the cat was going to use its claws. McLean hoped it was going to later rather than sooner, this gave the crew more time to work on possible solutions.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2007 7:36:43 GMT
The interesting part about being on a different ship design was where certain tasks could be performed at. On the USS Victory, the science team would have to make a visit to the sensor array located next to Main Engineering. On the Nevada, apparently, the sensor array was accessible from the bridge. Nack had never used the arrays, but he found the differences interesting.
"I find it hard to believe there is a Vulcan mindset. Vulcan ships are not any more logical than Humon ships, or Andorian." He thought for a moment. Commander Nack had a knack for letting his mind wander out loud. "Although, I suppose it could have taken over a Vulcan ship AND its crew." It was against intuition, though, and was dismissed without acknowledgment of the dismissal.
"However, if it does have psionic energy readings, as you have shown me," Nack, after all was a Doctor. He had seen these before, "Then there is something interesting going on."
He turned to Jamil. "Are your marines ready?"
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"I want you in charge of tactical decisions, Major." He had to look up to the taller officer. In fact, he had to look upward to almost everyone. It made the intimidation factor of Captain to crew work backward to tradition.
"Deploy them to the predefined positions. Commander Trek, please forward the position of the torpedo to the fighters. Keep them up to date on the Nevada's position. I don't want them to come within .75 light years of our location while hauling that thing."
Nack turned to address the science officer and engineering specialist. "Mr. McLean, you and Stephens keep monitoring the torpedo. If it does have some sort of higher-learning ability, I suspect it will react to our decisions rather quickly. You two need to relay any abnormality, no matter how mundane, to Commander Trek. We need to alert Jamil and his marines of any possibility of danger."
Nack turned to address everyone. "We need to get to Lenore IV. We are going to take this torpedo with us. The fighters will remain outside the Alpha Leonis system with the torpedo as we visit the research facility." Nack had made up his mind. The torpedo was too valuable piece of evidence to destroy or leave behind. It was also too dangerous to risk an entire Starship. The Nevada didn't have a marine squadron for nothing, however. The men in green would be fully utilized.
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Post by sfcmradj1 on Nov 24, 2007 7:30:50 GMT
The Nevada was holding still in the space while a squadron of fighter wings covering the ship and holding their position between the ship and the Vulcan torpedo where the Brain or a part from it took over.
The situation on the bridge was still tense, the Captain and his staff still discussing the best way to handle the Torpedo; Jamils' decision about assaulting the Torpedo was declined by the Captain, the Major was disappointed but it was not his call in that matter.
"Are your marines ready?" The captain turned to the Major asking
"The Squadron awaiting your orders Captain" Jamil replied
"I want you in charge of tactical decisions, Major." Captain Nack continue, "Deploy them to the predefined positions. Commander Trek, please forward the position of the torpedo to the fighters. Keep them up to date on the Nevada's position. I don't want them to come within .75 light years of our location while hauling that thing."
Jamil acknowledge, then went back to the com station, he tape a button contacting Captain Potter
"Captain Potter, coordination of the Torpedo will be transmitted to your HUD; your orders is to keep position between the Nevada and the Vulcan ship and try to lure it without provoking the brain in control"
"Acknowledge Major, am i authorized to fire on it if he attack us" Leo replied
"In case you were fired on, your orders is to take evasive maneuver awaiting orders from me or Captain Nack, Major Mrad out"
Jamil knew that his orders to his Marines was not a simple one, it's like giving the Torpedo a sitting duck targets, but it was necessary to keep it away from the Nevada.
"Captain, the Fighters will keep the Torpedo away from the Nevada and they will lure him to follow us to Lenore IV and they will try to keep their distance away from our ship" Jamil update Captain Nack on his orders to his Marines.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2007 4:18:19 GMT
Activity on the Bridge had calmed, relatively speaking. Granted, the Bridge crew were quite tense, but the mood notwithstanding, there was not a vast amount to do at the moment. The exception being Major Mrad, who was quite busy coordinating with the Fighter Wing.
"Major," Dan said, turning his attention to the busy Marine. "Although I doubt they need reminding of this, pass along to the Fighters that they want to watch out for themselves. If the torpedo's target is indeed the Nevada, and it realizes its been cut off, it might change its tactics and go for one of the Fighters instead."
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Dan shifted his attention again. "Captain, may I suggest we take advantage of this continual proximity and the opportunity to study this "creature" further? I'd love to see how this spawn has integrated itself into the torpedo's systems."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2007 1:50:01 GMT
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Lucy held the orders in her hand but still was surprised at them.
Stepping into the CMO's office, Dr. Lucille (call me Lucy) Grey looked around her new office. The counseling office was much more relaxed, she admitted to herself and yet she felt more comfortable here.
After being assigned to the Nevada as the counselor, she had quite gotten used to the idea but now... now she was ordered to step into Dr. T'Pren's position. It didn't occur to Lucy to ask questions: the advantages were clear and questioning would only muddle things.
There was the advantage that she would be able to give advice on dental hygiene, placing the small packette of hygiene gum into each pocket. She was back in her own realm again as the Doctor-in-charge.... CMO, a position she had trained years for.
Smiling, Lucy took her seat behind the CMO's desk and thought about Connor Stephens. What would he say? T'Pren transfered, Dr. Grey in her place [in more ways than one].
Lucy lifted her head as the call for senior staff to report to the bridge was announced.
::3 hours later; after the briefing::
Once again seated in the CMO's office, Dr. Grey went over all the notes that the ship's LCARS contained. Keying in preventative measures, she set stores of hyronalin, dermaline (as well as the gel), terakine (the analgesic was very mild but should be enough) and, after careful thought, lexorin. If that was a Vulcan mind thing, the lexorin would come in very handy.
=/\= Dr. Grey to Captain Nack. =/\=
=/\= <TAG Nack> =/\=
=/\= Sickbay is prepared for injured. May I join you on the bridge? =/\=
=/\= <TAG Nack> =/\=
=/\= Thank you, sir. On my way. =/\=
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