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Post by logan06 on Aug 11, 2006 4:07:58 GMT
With the ship in standby notice for their next mission, Byrne sat glaring at the terminal showing the current status of the ship and it's cloaking drive. After getting the ship segments in order, he submitted his report to Commander Martens, knowing that Commodore Sonak was busy with the reprimands in her Ready Room. After doing a little investigation into the reports about the new shuttle, Byrne was able to find a few log entries into the building of the vessel. Including a few little known 'additions' hidden in the schematics. Logging this information into his personal PADD, Logan headed up to the nearest holodeck. =^="Commander Martens, can you meet me in Holodeck 4, I think I might have something that will make you smile right about now. I have a few ideas that I need to pass by you. Byrne out." =^= Checking the comm traffic from Medical, Logan was able to listen in on the medical status of Admiral Nova and Commodore Sonak after the past mission, knowing that the mental status of the Commodore has to be at wits end, with all of the scenarios going on, and knowing that the report he submitted could only the anxiousness., he tredded farther into the ship to set up the program that would make the Delta Flyer a lost cause. " I hope that the Commodore got my PADD message about the Book of the Birds, "thought Byrne. With all of the commotion going on the ship, he was hoping for a reply to what he was able to surface within the texts that could have helped more with the Falconian transponder that allowed the Vesuvius to find and track Nova from the beginning. =Tag Sonak=
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SA. Duke Nova [Ret]
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Post by SA. Duke Nova [Ret] on Aug 11, 2006 15:40:06 GMT
~In Sickbay~
Nova looked up at Commodore Sonak saying in a weak and broken voice, “I do feel much better but I think I am getting too old to play these games. I really need a vacation. I do want to commend you on how well you handled thing on the planet, especially in your condition.
“Thank you Admiral, but I only did what was logical for the situation,” Sonak replied in a, matter of fact, fashion.
“Thank you Commodore, I believe I will go with your suggestion and return on the Vesuviette. I have not had the pleasure of getting acquainted with all the features of your fine ship, “Nova said with a bit of excitement.
“Very good Sir, I will see to the arrangements.” Sonak stated.
“By the way, I wish to speak to your Chief Engineer and get a closer look at your ship before I go if time permits,” Nova requested.
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The doctor, who was close enough to over hear their conversion, broke in saying, “I do not believe the Admiral is well enough just yet Captain. He needs at least another day of rest,” Dr. Phloyd Hedin insisted.
Sonak, again finding herself in between Nova and an adversary decided to do the logical thing and exit.
“Admiral, Doctor, I believe I will let you two decide this one without my help. I will be on the bridge if you need me Admiral,” Sonak said as she turned to look back at the two men. "And admiral?" she querried as she gazed at them, a smile appearing on her face, "when we return to Federation space you are quite welcome to pay us a visit and learn all the features of this fine vessel."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2006 22:45:41 GMT
<back a bit and on a bit>
She was back on duty again. It was actually quite a strange sensation, given the freedom of recent events. The whole thing felt even weirder because of the relatively short time she'd actually served as security chief before going AWOL.
But L'Ola knew that she was going to have to face the consequences soon. However much motivation she had had, it was still improper conduct.
Moments later the call came through for her to report to Sonak. *Decision time then*
Stood in front of her Commanding Officer L'Ola felt like she was going to faint, something that she hadn't done in quite a while. In fact she ended up using all her concentration to stay upright and missed most of what Sonak was saying. Not really sensible given the situation.
She managed to listen for long enough to hear that she was being demoted, quite a let off considering how bad things could have been. Once dismissed she happily left the room and headed for her quarters. A lot of research had to be done before the end-of-mission security report could be written.
Two hours and a lot of jam doughnuts later, the majority of the report was done, but the tedious part of the communications log still remained.
The extended time that the ship had been in MVAM had led to an increase in internal calls. And the majority of external calls could be accounted for with relative ease.
L'Ola was just about to call it a day and confirm everything was within normal parameters, when two incoming transmissions caught her attention. It wasn't unusual to have messages from unidentifiable locations, especially with civilians on board. However these ones were a little different.
Both messages had been highly encrypted with no standard Starfleet algorithm. They had both been sent from further into the Beta quadrant, although from slightly different locations. And both had gone directly to the same person.
Five minutes later, Lieutenant Sam Joughin was woken up by a knock on the door...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2006 9:14:52 GMT
A few days later Sonak walked by the admiral's assigned guest quarters to pick him up. Doc Hedin had certified him fit for duty seeing as most of his injuries were healed. Of course there was nothing he could do about the traumatic exprience an sich but there were plenty of trained counselors out there that could possibly aid him in the dealing with the experience.
Sonak of course would've offered to do the counseling herself, had there been more time to do so. It would certainly do her own counseling skills good, but her main reason was someone he could trust. And after having been in her mind, she had little doubt that he mistrusted her and her skills.
Right now she felt utterly uncomfortable wearing the maternity variant of the dress uniform. After tugging at the tunic a third time, she turned around and headed for her quarters to put on a more comfortable dress, choosing the colours such that they reflected her command position.
Finally she arrived at the admiral's quarters and waited to be admitted. "Admiral, I have come to escort you to your transportation home," she announced as she was admitted, "the Vesuviette has been readied for you, and when you depart you shall be met by a squadron of the fighter wing. They will rendez-vous with you along the way." She regarded the admiral as he rose from his seat and cast him a worried glance. Though he looked fine, she sincerely doubted he wás fine. Having gone through torture and abuse herself, she knew exactly how he must be feeling.
She debated offering him her arm, then decided against it and not just because it would look extremely odd. Halfway though towards the shuttlebay they were met by a tall human woman wearing pilot's bars. "This is Ensign Danielle Ratcliffe," Sonak introduced her, "she will be your pilot. I have also arranged for two marine officers to accompany you home. Their orders are to protect you at all cost, so there really is no point in ordering them to do anything else."
Sonak cast him a small smile. "They will not enter any cover before you do, trust me. I have worked with them and they have a very strong sense of duty, especially where flag officers are concerned."
At last they arrived at the shuttlebay, where the senior staff was waiting; all dressed up in their dress uniform. Sonak had made no effort to apologize for her lack of proper attire, as it was quite obvious why she wasn't wearing her dress uniform. She accompanied Nova up to the ramp of the test rig. "It is too bad that you did not come aboard in better circumstances," she started, "but do know that you will be welcomed back at any time. At least to receive that tour around the ship you mentioned a few days ago."
Then she did something nobody had expected her to do and she briefly hugged the older man. "Safe journey home admiral," she continued, "please let us know that you have indeed arrived safely. If you would send the test rig to Bellicose, then we will pick it up when we dock next."
The Vulcan stepped back and watched the admiral, the pilot and the two marines board the Vesuviette, then joined her crew to watch the small craft lift off and depart.
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