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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2007 5:07:41 GMT
Leaning against the wall of the briefing room trey listened to his XO go over there duty roster for there next scenario. Trey could hardly wait to see what there commanding officer had up her sleeves. As the commodore handed out there duties trey could not help noticed that he was placed on security duty along side Lola Kanz, at this very moment he saw his life flash before his eyes. This defiantly did not seat will with the young marine. Kanz seemed to harbour some hostilities towards him and he had no reasons why. He felt that he should protest but instead kept it to him self. After there briefing was done he mad his way to the ships library to research on nineteenth century sailing
The doors to the library slid open and he walked in.
“Hello lieutenant and what brings you here” came the voice of the ships librarian
“Hey Tsalea how’s it going, am just here to do a lil research on 19th century sailing”
“Do you need any assistance” she asked in her emotionless Vulcan voice
“No if I do I WILL ask you”
“As you wish” she replied as he made her way back to her deck. It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for, as he continued reading it became apparent that this was going to be fun and a lot harder than he first thought. He had never really done any sailing, wave riding yes but never sailing. His time piece began beeping
“Dam, am late, the commodore is going to have my head for this” he said as he rushed out the door.
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Post by tovan on Mar 21, 2007 8:15:56 GMT
As Tovan left the briefing room, he reflected on the Commodore's orders. Plotting the course without computers wouldn't be a problem, just slightly slower. The journey would take quite some time with no warp drive, however. Very well, he thought, orders were orders, even if they were not logical. As he finished plotting the course, he contacted one of the junior helm officers.
"You are to take the helm while I am running the simulation in the holodeck. Be advised that computer assistance is not permitted and the warp core will be offline." The ensign looked puzzled, but obeyed. "You are to contact me if there is a problem."
He grabbed a padd and headed for the turbolift, absorbing information on old-style celestial navigation and helm control. He found the whole concept of sailing illogical. There would seem to be no situation in a Starfleet officer's duties where he would be made to steer an ocean vessel. The time could be much better spent on more drills, or attendance to duties. Tovan had looked forward to serving under another Vulcan, but so far was disillusioned by Sonak's tendecy to lapse into emotionalism. He recognized that not every Vulcan could achieve full kolinahr, but most could at least follow the path of logic.
After reading through the information on navigation, and running a few simulations to test that information. He made his way towards the holodeck.
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Post by fox on Mar 21, 2007 10:56:30 GMT
She glanced around again. "Report to the holodeck in one hour. Anyone being late will be reprimanded." Fox remembered the sailing mission all too well. "So the galley again." he thought. "Not much science knowledge needed in there. A good cooking book would suffice." He snapped out of his thoughts when Sonak ordered to report to the holodeck in one hour and acknowleged to be there. "She didn't say i couldn't take one with me." he thought and left his station to get one in his quarters. In his quarters he walked to his bookshelfs to look for his cooking books. Some he skipped because they descibed how to prepair meals with modern tools. Finally he found an quite old book, looked through it and smile. "This will do." he said to himself and closed it again. He asked the computer for the time and heard he still had time for a quick cup of coffee and ordered it at the replicator. He took the cup and sat down on a chair, taking a sip from the warm coffee. "I wonder what we're going to do in the holodeck." he thought, while he sat there. After some time, after finishing his coffee, he got up again and left his quarters to report to the holodeck. He entered it 5 minutes before the hour which was set by Sonak was over and saw most were there already.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2007 21:11:21 GMT
Sailing... now that brought back a few memories. In fact it would make a nice change to the high tech drama that had been going on recently. As for the instructions to keep things manual, that would just be an interesting challenge. She enjoyed practising the martial arts that she had learnt as a child, so defense without a phaser came naturally to her.
L'Ola realised just in time that she was still wearing her uniform. While it was practical in most circumstances, she could think of better things to be wearing for this particular task. Had to be something good for deck work, and nothing that would stop her kick-punching. But there was no harm in picking something that looked good at the same time.
For once she cut the timing a little too fine, but thanks to a sprint half way across the ship she arrived outside the holodeck with 30 seconds to spare. Hopefully she'd have time to get her breath back before the fun started...
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2007 21:34:49 GMT
Fox and L'Ola were the last ones to arrive and once again Sonak wondered if her two veterans would ever manage to not cut it so close on arriving just in time. Shaking her head and smiling to herself she decided they'd probably never learn, and probably even took some fun in doing it.
Taking in the discomfort of her crew, she noticed that few of them were carrying PADDs. "Leave them at the door," she told them brusquely, then turned her back on them, walking from the shore onto the large sailing vessel that was waiting for them. The fun would begin now. "Tovak take the helm," she told the Vulcan navigator, "Logan take the foresail, L'Ola and Trey take the main sail. Fox, get down to the galley and show us what you can manage with little supplies. D'angelo, follow me, we are going to inspect your infirmary, or what will pass for it. I see you have come prepared, very good doctor."
Before preceding her doctor below deck, she turned back to glance up at Tovan. "Take us out lieutenant, set course for open sea." The Vulcan commodore glanced around in the somewhat smudged room, suppressing a smile as she saw the doctor's look of sheer disdain. "It is clean," Sonak decided after a quick inspection, "just somewhat greased but it looks to be clean enough. I am going back up to the deck."
What most of her newer senior staff didn't know was that despite being Vulcan, Sonak loved to be in the water, and loved sailing. However this was an entirely new scenario in which she had programmed a few items of which she wouldn't know the result either. No sooner had she entered the deck, or cries for help came from the port side of the ship. "Get them aboard," Sonak ordered, looking over the side of the ship to see a small rowing vessel, half under water with five people aboard.
"Welcome aboard the..." Sonak started, but she never got to finish her sentence. She was roughly pushed aside by the largest male of the group and she slipped on the wet deck, falling down hard. The five men pushed their way to mid-deck then aimed their weapons at the stunned Vesuvius crew.
"Separate the men and women," the tallest barked, then noticed there were only two women aboard. "Belay that," he added, walking towards Trey. "You, who is in charge here!"
"I am," Sonak spoke up before her SMO could answer. She took a step forward, hoping D'Angelo and Fox would have the sense to remain below deck. "This is my vessel and you have some nerve. Tovan, come hard about! L'Ola, Trey let the ropes go, Logan release the foresail!"
She hoped her orders would throw their captors off-balance and two were indeed knocked overboard by the mainsail. The remaining three however became more determined and one grabbed Trey and twisted his arm behind his back. "Take us back to port!" he ordered, "we're taking over the ship."
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Post by loganbyrne on Mar 22, 2007 4:24:24 GMT
Judging the swing of the foresail, Logan managed to knock a few of the intruders off the bot, but he had to think quick to rescue Trey without escalating the situation. Not that he thought of bailing out on the Commodore, he felt that he would of much better help assisting the command staff from a distance. With that, he side stepped and dropped below decks to join forces with Commander Fox.
As he headed for the galley, he kept hearing the scuffiling od boots on the decks above as the crew seemed to be rounded up. Trying a s not to make alot of noise as he made his way aft. Just wishing that he had his phaser handy, but he knew that he had to think 19th century on this one.
He had a date to keep.....
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Post by fox on Mar 22, 2007 7:46:25 GMT
"Fox, get down to the galley and show us what you can manage with little supplies. Fox nodded and went below deck, going to the galley as Sonak had ordered. When he came there he looked around it. "It's smaller than last time." he thought and didnt really like how it looked. First thing he did was rearrange all the cooking tools on the racks and cabinets. After a little doing that he smiled. "Thats a bit better." he thought and took some of the tools and a saucepan to prepair something for the rest of the crew. Just as he had set the pan with water ready, he felt the ship take a sharp turn, making the pan fall on the floor. "Oh great." he thought seeing the wet floor. "Whats going on again now." He wanted to go to the deck, but had to clean the mess first.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2007 18:37:21 GMT
Sonak shook her head, indicating to Tovan that he wasn't to comply. She knew Trey could stand his own and didn't need her support. On the other side of the deck, L'Ola stood calmly observing the scene before her, completely ignoring the pirate that was holding his weapon aimed at her.
The pirate captain bared his teeth at the Vulcan commanding officer, taking a few threatening steps towards her until they were standing a bare few centimeters apart. His breath smelled of alcohol and the smell of his clothes assaulted her senses, but she never flinched nor wavered her gaze. "You are not getting this ship," she repeated, standing her ground.
From the corner of her eyes she saw Logan slip below decks, hopefully going to warn the doctor and Fox. She nodded ever so slightly and his reaction told her he'd seen it. The pirate however kept his eyes on her, peering at her with interest. "I already have this ship," he answered, a smile tugging at his lips, "I have this ship, I have her crew, and I have her commanding officer."
Sonak did flinch when he raked the back of his hand over her cheek and she pulled away. She shivered as old memories surfaced and as she had hoped, the pirate took it to mean she was cold. "I'm escorting the lady below," he told his accomplices, "keep them together and make sure they don't do anything stupid." He turned to his prisoner. "My lady," he mocked, "let me be your escort."
Without protest, Sonak preceded him below, knowing her remaining crew would be ready by now. And indeed they were met by Fox who was brandishing a frying pan and Logan, who looked as threatening as ever. The doctor remained on the background, looking anxious and worried. "Escort indeed," Sonak commented as she struggled herself free from his grip, "you are outnumbered four to one."
The pirate forcefully shoved her away and she careened into Fox, causing them both to fall down in a tangle. Meanwhile, Logan charged the distracted pirate, but he wasn't fast enough, and was at the disadvantage because he was unarmed. The pirate had drawn a rusted and dirty blood crusted dagger and he waved it about with expert ease, daring Logan to attack.
Seeing his CO down, anger overcame caution and Logan charged with a roar. The pirate sidestepped and thrust his arm forward; his blade encountered minimal resistance as it slid between Logan's ribs, just below the heart. He gave a quick yank and his blade came free. However he had only brief time to be pleased with his deed for D'Angelo rushed up to him and jammed an empty syringe in his neck, filling his bloodstream with nothing but air.
Meanwhile, Sonak and Fox had gotten back to their feet and were now kneeling beside Logan. "Marco!" Sonak called, waving the young doctor over, "take care of him!" She turned to Fox, motioning at his pan. "Do you have any more of these?"
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Post by tovan on Mar 24, 2007 21:53:34 GMT
Tovan watched as the captain took his captain down below. He knew there were several crewmembers down there, and the commodore would likely use that to her advantage. Meanwhile he had two pirates to deal with himself, with possibly more coming in at any time. As he appraised the situation, he noticed the man covering L'Ola seemed to be more emotional than the other. Nobody was covering him, but he was steering, so they probably wouldn't consider him a threat.
"Bring us around," one of the pirates ordered.
"No." was Tovan's reply.
The jittery one stepped towards him. "Do it, or I'll shoot you."
"Unless you can steer this ship yourself, I would advise against that." Actually, Tovan calculated that he could let the wheel go for a few seconds without the ship losing too much control.
"Fine, then I'll shoot her." As the pirate turned, Tovan nodded at Trey, then launched himself at the pirate. Unfortunately, he tripped as he flew, crashing into his enemy, but not able to gain control. As the wheel spun wildly, Tovan managed to knock the dagger away, and it slid into the sea. Suddenly, he was on his back, the pirate being stronger than he had expected. Another jolt, and Tovan suddenly found himself in the water, with the ship floating away.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2007 23:42:03 GMT
L'Ola was beginning to suspect that Sonak was deliberately pairing her with Trey as often as possible to try to make them get along better. This suspicion was partly responsible for her renewed determination to keep the feud going a while longer. The fact that the guy just plain annoyed her was starting to lose importance.
But whether she liked it or not, the jobs had to be done. And setting sails wasn't such a bad task to be given. She carefully set to work on the ropes and was getting into the swing of things when she had to stop to help the rescuers.
When their guests stated their real intentions, L'Ola's eyes lit up a little. This could actually be a fun challenge. As instructed, she let go of the rope to the mainsail, before quickly diving out the way. The manouvre had more of an affect than she expected it to, but it still left several strong guys standing guard.
This was one of those situations where looking small and harmless was very very handy. While there was no doubting the fact that she was small, L'Ola knew she had the ability to take them out. But their captors didn't need to know that. In fact the longer they saw her as a weak girl the better.
So she chose to ignore the gun that was pointed in her direction, and instead tried to analyse the situation. This was no time for hot-headedness. It was a time for clear thinking and team work.
Unfortunately her fellow officers seemed to have other ideas, and the string of fights that broke out all ended predictably quickly. L'Ola sighed inwardly and tried to stay patient. Something would happen soon enough to give them an edge.
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Post by loganbyrne on Mar 25, 2007 2:12:20 GMT
(Short post, as I am bleeding).... Shaking that the holodeck safety protocols had been cut off, Logan hit the deck hard. In pain, Logan watched as the pirate hit the floor after him, he then gave Fox the thumbs up. Turning to his good side, he flinched as the doctor grabbed him to decern the extent of the damage to his wound. As Commodore Sonak and Commander Fox sped to the galley for more 'weapons', D'Angelo forcefully propped him up against the bulkhead to get a better light on his stab wound. Only problem, the only medicine that could heal the possible infection was in the what ever would be considered Sickbay on this battered vessel. Unfortunetly, he was now at the mercy of the new doctor. <TAG D'Angelo>
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Post by marco on Mar 25, 2007 3:47:17 GMT
Logan's chest was gushing blood at an ungodly rate. The doctor clamped the hole in the ventricle created from the stab wound with the pliers. It was a completely mechanical tool, but the doctor performed excellently.
Logan was taken into better light. "This will be infected soon, if we do not treat it. This wound opened up your peritoneal cavity- if we do not give you antibiotics soon, you will not survive." The doctor tried to transport him to sickbay, but of course, the computer was not responding. Whatever knocked out the safety protocols must have knocked out more than just that.
The doctor was about to put a cool rag on the engineer's head, when the rag fell through his hand. Logan looked a bit surprised, but passed out before he could question. Doctor D'Angelo flickered a few more times, and finally disappeared.
------------ Earlier, in sickbay ------------
"Noone will know the difference - just give me a hand." Marco pleaded, but Alice wasn't going to be a part of this. If the doctor wanted out of the drills, he was going to have to do it himself.
"I have hologram training, but I want to get this right. It's not easy to program, let alone reprogram."
"I am not going to help you, doctor. Please don't ask again." Alice left in a huff.
Marco threw down the 20th century form of bandages. "I'll just have to it myself then."
Marco opened the EMH file for the ship. It contained three separate EMH entities, one for each module of the ship. Marco chose one at random and started running through the code. A few minutes later he was inputting a voice sample, and stepped over to the bio bed to get a bio-scan. The image on the computer, afterward, showed Marco D'Angelo... the holographic D'Angelo.
Commodore Reckus, a few hours later, called the crew to the holodeck. =/\= I'll be there in a moment. =/\=.
Marco walked down to the holodeck entrance. He walked in, and almost immediately pressed a button on the tricorder he was carrying. He was beamed to sickbay, and the EMH, reprogrammed to look, act, react, and perform like Doctor D'Angelo, took his place. Nobody was the wiser.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2007 20:49:38 GMT
Sonak followed Fox to the galley, where she discovered to have a nice choice of weaponry in the means of kitchen utensils. She chose a large and heavy frying pan for a weapon, before heading back towards Logan and D'Angelo. To her horror, she discovered D'Angelo had disappeared.
She knelt beside Logan, knowing already he wasn't lethally injured due to the holodeck settings. "Logan can you hear me?" she called, grabbing for his hand, while Fox knelt on his other side and pressed down on the compress on Logan's chest. "Logan if you can hear me squeeze my hand."
The Vulcan waited anxiously for any response from her chief engineer. She leaned in closer, her long hair falling into his face as her cheek nearly brushed his. She was fully aware of his flirtatious behaviour towards her, and she hoped a return of such behaviour would get his attention. With her free hand, she brushed her fingers against his temple, quietly calming him by sheer thought. "Stay with him," she told her science chief, "and call me the minute his condition changes. I am going to find the doctor."
When she walked back up to the main deck, she found L'Ola and Trey still held at gunpoint by two pirates, but there was no sign of the doctor or the navigator. She prowled past the nearest pirate, swingng up her heavy pan, fully prepared to bash his head in if necessary. However, just at that moment the pirate turned and swiped his dagger at her. She was overbalanced in her swing and was unable to parry the swing in time. She hissed as the dagger grazed past her side, cleaving the fabric of her tunic, and the skin below.
Finishing her swing, she subdued the pirate, then dropped her weapon in order to press her hand against the bleeding cut. "Trey, L'Ola, subdue him!" she cried as she stormed aft. "Tovan!" She whirled around and grabbed the steering wheel, yanking it round until the ship heaved over to one side, water nearly slushing over the deck as the ship keeled over in the turn.
Vulcans rarely liked water, and disliked cold even more. Sonak didn't know whether Tovan could swim, or how long he would last in he cold water. By now she did guess that D'Angelo had not been cast overboard; instead he seemed to have managed to get out of the scenario once more. However, she had the sole communicator and access to the computer. "Computer, lock on to Doctor D'Angelo and beam him to my location."
Within seconds, a surprised human doctor stood before her, and without warning, she struck out at him, knocking him to the deck. "Try that again," she dared him, her eyes flashing with a rage he hadn't yet witnessed, "what kind of doctor are you to abandon a patient? Get down there and tend to Commander Byrne, he has been gravely injured."
From the corner of her eyes, she saw Trey and L'Ola toss the remaining pirate overboard. However she also saw more trouble was coming in the form of more pirates coming their way. "Trey!" she called, then beckoned her security chief as well. "Recover Lieutenant Tovan from the water, then prepare to set full sail to get out of here!"
Once her orders had been issued, she slumped against the railing, her hands folded over the cut in her side. She knew what Logan was going through; she felt it too. The blades had been unclean and it was poisoning them both, slowly but steadily.
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Post by marco on Mar 28, 2007 1:46:46 GMT
Struck by a Vulcan, and with fear, D'Angelo tended to Logan. "What happened to him?" Had he known someone could have been hurt in the holideck for real, he would have made it a point to come. Since the Commodore assured him earlier that the safety protocols were on, he didn't see the harm in sending a replacement.
=/\= Computer, activate modified EMH alpha-four.=/\= Alpha Four was somewhat of an inside joke to Marco. In university, Alpha Four was the room number where Marco and another student... a female student... had...
The EMH, looking like and acting like D'Angleo appeared. "Where have you been? You are going to get me into trouble."
"I'm not your servant you know. This man was seriously hurt, I was treating him, with almost NO MEDICAL equipment I might add, when I started to dematerialize."
D'Angelo wondered if that was how he sounded when he was angry, becuase it sounded rather arrogant and rude. "Listen, Logan will not die, there are protocols on. It's just a very very realistic simulation. We need to patch him up nonetheless."
"I'll go help the Commodore, she looks hurt." holographic D'Angelo said to the real D'Angelo.
"Where are you going? It's rather annoying that you are leaving me here when I need you!" The sound of his voice echoed funnily in his head, as he had heard the same remarks being on the receiving end of them prior.
Marco looked around for supplies, and found some fishing line. Using that, and the small scaple he had, he sewed Logan back up. It wouldn't help with the gangrinous flesh, which was clearly not an infection, it was moving too fast, ... but it will stop the bleeding.
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Post by loganbyrne on Mar 28, 2007 4:23:13 GMT
As Logan was slumped against the bulkhead, he felt a minor charge of life as the Commodore mindmelded with momentarily giving him some of her strength to snap him back into conscience.
As he seemed to snap out of the pain of the injury he sustained, he brushed his cheek as if something had laid upon it earlier like silk through his fingers. Grabbing Fox's hand, he applied more pressure to his wound and righted himself.
"What is the situation, Fox?", asked Byrne. Leaning forward to ease the pain of the wound, he limped forward and grabbed what could be the nearest considerable weapon. "What is the status of the Commodore? I have this feeling she was just here and scared, yeah, I know, Vulcan right? But she needs us. And where the hell is the EMH, seeing the Doc bailed on this mission." <TAG Fox>
With that, he doubled over in real pain. 'So much for the safeties on this holodeck,' he thought to himself. 'She is gonna owe me more than a dinner for this one. Just hope I have the chance to thank her for what she gave me. All though, he rubbed his cheek again as her hair had stroked it'.
Limping to the upper deck, he arrived as the Commodore fell from the injury she recieved from the pirate. Rushing to her side, he held her closely after the EMH appeared to treat both of them. <Tag Sonak>
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Post by fox on Mar 28, 2007 11:15:11 GMT
"What is the situation, Fox?", asked Byrne. Leaning forward to ease the pain of the wound. Fox was looking at him, "Lay still." he said shortly, not knowing exactly what to do to ease Logans pain. In the academy he had followed essential medical courses, but after that he stayed far from anything that had to do with it. "I hope the doctor will be coming back soon." He continued "Sonak went to the upper deck again." he went on. With that Logan moved again, trying to get up. Fox tried to hold him down, but Logan struggled against that "I need to go there." he said. Finally Fox nodded, knowing Logan wouldn't let himself be stopped. "But let me aid you then." Fox got up from his sitting position next to Logan. Together both officers walked, Fox supporting Logan, to the stairs leading to the upper deck.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2007 15:22:28 GMT
"Fox," the Vulcan casped as both Logan and the EMH ran to her side, "assist Trey." She paused, glancing up at her long-time friend. "Tovan fell overboard..." Fox nodded, seeing the anguish in her eyes and moved to assist the senior marine officer.
Beside her, Logan had wrapped his arms around her as though holding her still so that the EMH could tend to her. While she allowed the engineer to hold her, she shrugged the EMH off. "Computer, return EMH to sickbay," she ordered and the hologram vanished.
Sonak heard Logan gasp and she half-turned, wincing slightly. The cut on her side wasn't deep and she needed it to bleed freely. As long as it bled, toxins would be flushed out of the wound. As a doctor, she knew perfectly well how to treat injuries conform basic medical knowledge as done in the early days of medicine. "How are you holding up?" she asked, inspecting Logan's injury.
She nodded in approval as she saw how the injury had been crudely stitched up. "Where is Doctor D'Angelo?" she finally demanded, while struggling to her feet. "Where is that little cheat?" Anger was audible in her voice, and even Logan flinched when he sensed it through her touch. Her senior staff knew that, when she was sufficiently angered, she was some force to be reckoned with and therefor they tended not to anger her, or at least attempt not to.
"D'Angelo!" she roared over the wind, drawing attention from all her senior staff. From the corner of her eyes she saw Trey and Fox lift a drenched Vulcan onto the deck. She flashed them a smile of approval and knew already who would fail her scenario and who had passed. On the other side of the deck, L'Ola had managed to subdue the remaining pirate. "Question him," she told her security chief, "and get us out of here."
Logan pulled her back down, though he didn't put all his strength into it. "Calm down," he urged her in a whisper, noticing that she was shivering. Sonak slumped against him, while glaring at her chief medical officer as he approached.
"You have some nerve," she snapped, the full mental force of her fury directed at the young doctor, "when this scenario is solved, I may need to have a strong word with you about ethics and how to be a starfleet officer. For now, consider yourself warned doctor and not to pull such a stunt as this again. Your trick may have endangered the both of us. You disrupted this program with your tinkering, and because of you Logan and I now find ourselves probably poisoned."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2007 3:15:26 GMT
Trey tapped the wet Vulcan on the back as he stood on the deck.
“So… how was your swim?” tray asked jokingly
“Most refreshing” answered the Vulcan as he walked away from commander fox and LT. Maverick.
“Man, not even a thank you” commented trey as Tovan continued walking away from them, “we should have left him for the sharks, and am sure they would have had fun with him.”
“Enough of that lieutenant why don’t you go see how our guests are holding up” said fox with a slight smile on his face.
Trey walked over to one of the men, “so why don’t you tell me what it was you were planning on doing with our ship” but he got no response from there captives. “hey look am a reasonable man but I cant say the same for my captain, she, she will have you walk the plank for sure but if you give me a little info am sure I could get her to be lenient, so what’d you say huh?” but the man still did not look convinced, and spat on the young marines boots. “Okay don’t say I didn’t warn you”.
Trey then made his way to the port side of the ship, it didn’t take him long to notice another ship heading towards them, and this one seemed to have black sails. {Black sails?} He thought to him self {this does not look good}. He looked in the direction of there tied prisoners who now seemed wear the expressions of shock and fear on there faces
“You guys don’t seem to happy to see that ship, now why is that?” asked trey
“What do you mean, don’t you know who’s ship that is?” asked one of the pirates
“Now if I knew I would not be asking would I, now why don’t you enlighten me”
“He’s going to kill us he’s going to kill us all, we’re doomed”
“HEY STOP BABBLING AND TELL ME WHO THE HELL THAT IS” shouted trey as his temper began to rise.
“They’re pirates, the meanest, badest, roughest, toughest sea dog that ever sailed these seas”
“so DO these meanest, badest, roughest, toughest sea dog have a name?”
“They’re called BLACK DEATH”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2007 20:06:25 GMT
Sonak turned from her CMO, even as he staggered back in disbelief. She sensed fury from the young doctor, but she chose to ignore him, thereby daring him to act. She winced as she got to her feet, supported by Logan whom she supported in turn. "Black death?"
She squinted against the low sun, just managing to pick out the rapidly approaching black sails. For a long moment she seemed to be 'out of this world' as she stood with her eyes closed, lightly swaying on her feet and with the sway of the ship on the waves. "It is not us they are after," she decided, then pointed squarely at the tied up pirates. "It is them they are after." She glared at Trey and L'Ola. "Toss them overboard, with or without lifeboat, I do not care."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2007 22:11:48 GMT
For someone who had had a lot on her mind lately, having the chance to take everything out on a holographic pirate was not an opportunity L'Ola wanted to miss. She looked with glee at the unfortunate soul that had been given the task of looking after her. She almost felt sorry for him for a second as she picked her method of taking him out.
Going for authenticity she picked an ancient earth martial art. With a few sharp blows and a quick flip (using his strength against him) she was looking at the guy from a slightly different angle. L'Ola then found some rope and tied him up just in case he would be useful later on.
"Toss them overboard, with or without lifeboat, I do not care."
L'Ola was only a little surprised to hear this command. She'd been on the ship too long to expect entirely 'normal' thinking from Sonak. Happy to comply she rounded up a couple of pirates that seemed to be twice her size and threw them over the back of the boat.
Now she thought about it, the drill had actually been quite good fun. The change of pace, the challenge of manual labour, and the ultimate stress relief. Would almost be a shame to go back to technology. Almost...
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Post by marco on Mar 31, 2007 5:37:43 GMT
L'ola stood next to Marco, with a smile of on her phase that only the satisfaction of a job well-done could create. Marco had no such smile on his face. In fact, his face had more of a worried look as he helped L'ola throw the last pirate overboard.
"There - that should do it... although, I would have thought actually killing them would be a better solution." The point of the scenario, apparently, was not to kill the pirates... of course, if the doctor had been present at the briefing, he would have known.
It was the second to last period of the day, with only quantum biology left. Sitting in Senior Alien Anatomy class, Enrico Giuliano had just received his final thesis. With a smile on his face, he tucked it into a folder, and walked out of the class.
There were only 5 people left in the classroom awaiting their final grades, among which sat Marco, awaiting his fate. From the look on Enrico's face, Marco could ascertain that he had received the high marks needed to graduate with full honors. Marco only needed to get a 84% on this thesis to get a step higher than Enrico, and, as a result, graduate first in his class.
A few more students were called before the professor called D'Angelo's name boisterously. Face down, the transfer padd was handed to Marco. Marco looked at it, and his head sank with his chances to graduate first in his class lost.
"We need to get Logan and the Commodore to the real sickbay. With the EMH being a part of this simulation, the medical protocols must have been affected." Marco's voice couldn't convey any more sorrow.
=/\= Computer, two to beam to sickbay =/\=
"Jatan should be on schedule by now," Marco said, checking his chronometer.
"Are you sure? That seems so beneath you?" Trisha, one of Marco's few friends from medical school was still bewildered that he would take such a simple-minded job like being a doctor aboard a freighter.
"Yea. It's not so bad. I'll get to see different races- interact with different people." The truth was, Marco didn't like the dissatisfaction of being second best. Aboard the freighter, there was no chance of being shown up. The scar of losing the limelight his graduating year shown deep.
'How am I going to explain myself to the Commodore' Marco thought, leaving the holodeck. He hadn't seen a ship counselor in so long, and he was probably in need of one by now. The transition to a Starfleet ship was tough. These people were qualified. More than that - these people had the potential to do his job... especially Commodore Reckus. It felt like Alien Anatomy class all over again, being aboard this ship. Perhaps it was the reason Marco was tried so vigilantly to forgo these drills, which in essence, were tests.
It didn't matter at this point. No matter what the reason, he was a Starfleet officer. Hopefully, over time, he will be able to redeem himself.
Entering sickbay, he inhaled deeply, walked over the thresh hold, and started barking orders to the attending doctors.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2007 21:48:03 GMT
As it was, Jatan wasn't on call but instead D'Angelo was met by a rather annoyed looking Doctor John Caldwell. "Now you've done it doc," the young doctor chided his chief, "dodging the commodore's drills and now defying her orders by beaming her and Logan into sickbay. I'm sure you've met her wrath already, by the look on your face."
Caldwell clapped D'Angelo on the shoulder in compassion. "Don't you worry mate, she'll cool off. She just got these anger fits once in a while...though I'm surprised she picked a doctor to vent them on, usually the chief engineer is the victim here."
Sonak glanced up in sheer annoyance when Caldwell stepped through the curtains. "Who authorised the beam-out from the holodeck?"
Caldwell shrugged. "Not your concern now ma'am, you're confined to sickbay for now...though Commander Byrne shall be keeping you company here in isolation. Yes we're quarantining the both of you until we find out what was on that blade. D'Angelo's feeling really bad about compromising your program you know...did you really have to be that harsh on him?"
Sonak's glare darkened as she gazed at the young doctor. "He disobeyed my orders and messed with my program," she snapped, "as commanding officer, I have to take measures. He has failed this drill, thus he will now have to prove to me that he is a teamplayer. There are ways he can redeem himself, he will just have to show me what he is made of. All I see now is a coward."
Caldwell glared right back at her. "Who are you to judge on just one scenario. He is new to this ship, he doesn't know how you run things. You can hardly expect him to abide by your set rules when he's new. You're being unfair to him." He jammed the hypospray against her now bare arm a little more forceful than he intended, leaving a red mark where he'd pressed the instrument down. Then he whooshed open the curtain that separated her from Logan. "You both are confined to sickbay until further notice."
When he walked away, both officers could see the faint shimmer of a forcefield being erected. From her bed, she could see D'Angelo working in the distance, with his back towards them. "How do you feel?" she finally asked Logan, after a very long and eerie silence. "Oh before I forget." She tapped her combadge. "Computer, end program running on holodeck one. Dismiss participants to quarters for shoreleave."
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Post by loganbyrne on Apr 1, 2007 1:29:45 GMT
Lying on his back in Sickbay, he regretted telling D'Angelo about the EMHs for the different modules. As Dr. Caldwell yelled at the both of them, he weaky responded to the Commodore's question if he was okay. Slumping into his pillow, he winced as the doctor hit him with a hypospray to ease the pain.
Thinking back, he really thought he should have stayed with the Commodore and L'Ola and maybe he could have avoided being stabbed with the crusty blade. Good thing Fox was there to assist. 'He is always there for me', he thought.
Sliding into sleep, he glanced over to the Commodore seeing her out of the corner of his eye. He slightly smiled as he saw her lying there with her hair down and vunerable.
With that, he fell asleep........
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2007 19:19:44 GMT
Sighing, the Vulcan stared at the grey ceiling, wondering how often she'd seen this already. She'd lost count on how many times she had ended up in sickbay during a mission, though she remembered it was often enough and the severity of injury had varied too. However to her knowledge she'd never been quarantined in sickbay before; it was altogether a new experience.
Her long hair lay fanned out over the pillow, though a few strands had fallen over her face when she had rolled back onto her back. She felt restless, and she couldn't understand why. Of all times, this was a time where she regretted not having a trained counselor aboard, other than herself.
Earlier, she had sensed that her new CMO was troubled about something and she had the distinct feeling it had to do with having landed in the middle of drill scenario's. That, and Caldwell's angry words had struck a sore chord with her. Now, she wondered whether she ought to play counselor on the new doctor, or stick with her harsh treatment of him.
~am I really this harsh on him?~ she wondered, glancing sideways at Logan. Much to her disappointment, he seemed to be asleep, his breath slow but regular as his chest rose and fell. The monitor indicated he was sound asleep, and no longer in any pain.
Sonak took a moment to register the sound of her own monitor, which wasn't giving the steady beeping it ought to give. Instead it was signaling her distress, and her unrest. Sighing again, she settled back in her pillows, picking up the book a nurse had brought her. ~I still need to talk to him~ she thought, while reaching towards the button that would call a nurse.
"Please get Doctor D'Angelo," she instructed the nurse, then nodded towards the curtain, "and please close that for now? I have private business to conduct with the doctor."
The nurse nodded and several minutes later a nervous looking CMO stepped through. "Please sit doctor," the Vulcan instructed him, "and tell me why you are so keen on dodging these drilss and why you hacked into my program, thereby endangering the lives of my senior staff. Pending your explanation, I may decide on a penalty for your conduct."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2007 7:19:39 GMT
Once they had been dismissed from the holodeck, L'Ola headed straight up to the Main Bridge to talk to Lieutenant Keggin. As her assistant, he'd been keeping things under control while she'd been busy so an update would be useful. And he would also know exactly where to find a specific record she needed.
"Hi Commander. Umm... where exactly have you been?"
L'Ola was a little confused by the question, right up to the point where she looked down and realised getting changed first might have been a good idea. She grinned and shook her head, "I'll tell you about it later. Any chance you could pull up the access reports on the Commodore's drill program. I need to know if anyone modified it."
"Sure I'll take a look." He pulled up the records and started a search through them. "I thought we had hacker alerts on every system anyway."
"Only essential ones. Might have to get them put on the others though as well."
Richard grinned, "Couldn't have thought of that while the hacker was here then."
"Guess not. You saw her then? I didn't think she'd been here long enough for anyone to notice."
"Well you know how word gets around on a ship like this. Okay, I have what you're looking for."
L'Ola looked at it carefully, "Computer, please send a message to Doctor D'Angelo to report to my office at his earliest convenience."
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