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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2007 22:07:51 GMT
This mission will start monday; mission briefing can be found on yahoogroups.
We shall be having a guest player who will join us Monday; I'll announce who he is once we wrap this mission, unless he wishes to remain an unknown..then he'll remain only known to myself and the acting first officer (in FO Marten's stead)
Any questions/comments please use OOC thread or yahoogroups.
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Our guest is Professor Quinn and our mission will take place a few days after drills is concluded. I am going to place us back on academy straight away in the first post. Please do not back post from going to the past, continue from being in the past.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2007 18:54:56 GMT
Note: Please do not backpost! Continue where I left off in the past!
"Captain we are approaching Sol system," Tovan reported from the helm position.
"Very well," Sonak answered, while sliding back in her seat, "Contact Admiral Kane and tell him we are ready for submission to Starfleet Security." She had been dreading this moment ever since they had left Bellicose, but orders were orders, and if SFC issued orders one had better obey them.
"I have Admiral Kane on a secure channel," Lieutenant Thorad reported from OPS, "do you wish to take the communiqué in your readyroom ma'am?"
"Put him on speakers Thorad," Sonak ordered, "I want all senior staff to hear this. "Impassively, she turned her gaze towards the main viewscreen. "Admiral Kane, under different circumstances I would say it would be a pleasure to see you again. However as it is not the case, what can I do for you?"
Kane forced herself to smile. "You can direct your vessel to Earth orbit Commodore Reckus," she answered coldly, "and from there report to my office. You and your senior staff, but you, your first officer and your chief engineer in particular."
"Certainly ma'am," Sonak answered in mock pleasure and politeness. It was very well known that she and Kane didn't get along ever since Kane was turned down for ship command where Sonak had been promoted to Captain of a space going vessel. However where Sonak's carreer had held her at Commodore for three years now, Elisa Kane had progressed to the rank of Rear Admiral and head of Starfleet Security at Starfleet Command. "We will dock in three hours, whence we estimate to arrive in your office approximately ten minutes later."
"See that you do commodore," Kane answered coldly, before signing off.
"Lovely woman," Sonak murmured, then was startled as suddenly someone in a pitch black uniform appeared before her out of nowhere. "Who are you!" She jumped to her feet but the figure gently pressed her back down.
"Fear not commodore, you are not being boarded," the figure spoke clearly, "I am Commander James Morrow, of the Temporal Time Directive. I have a mission for you that supercedes your orders from Starfleet. A temporal renegade has taken valuable tactical information back in time. Last estimates put him roughly in the year 2377, teaching or tending to Starfleet Academy back on Earth. Your mission is to go back in time and retrieve the information. We don't care whether the renegade survives or not, actually we prefer him to be killed in action if that is at all achievable."
The Vulcan frowned, she disliked having to kill at any given circumstance, even in self defense. Yet she nodded. "And how are we going to..."
There was a moment of disorientation before the entire senior staff regained their bearings. "..get back in time," the Vulcan finished as she glanced about. Their surroundings were familiar, resembling an academy dorm room. Her eyes locked with Logan's and she noticed his uniform and his total appearance. "Third year cadet?" she querried, "are we to be cadets?" She walked over towards a mirror, then gawked at her reflection. "I resemble the person I was when I was a fourth year cadet," she murmured, then glanced at her senior staff.
It appeared everyone was resembling cadets, though both Doctor D'Angelo appeared to be a first year medical cadet, Tovan and Maverick were second year cadets while Fox, Kanz and Byrne appeared to be third year cadets. "We seem to be a work group of some sort," she concluded, "though we retain the memories from our own time. This is....most curious.
She turned to her crew, though the word crew didn't seem to fit properly. Her co-students, was what she settled on. Sonak walked to the table and accessed the computer terminal. "We seem to be overdue for an appointment with one Professor Quinn." Raising an eyebrow, she then softly moaned. "Professor Quinn teaches ethics," she explained, "and he is very tough and strict. Especially when you are late for class! Move people!"
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Post by quinn on Apr 2, 2007 19:19:24 GMT
Professor R.O. Quinn peered over his spectacles at the silent class. He sat completely still and showed no signs that he wanted to talk, or in fact that he was even able to. On looking at the fifty-something Lecturer one would not assume him to be the type that taught excited and keen students. In fact he looked like the type of man that loathed youth and all that it brought to the table of life. This of course was an apt evaluation of the gentleman's thoughts, especially of those who deemed it fit to arrive late to any of his classes. He just couldn't understand the minds of the young, nor could he imagine himself ever being like that. Schedules were put in place for a reason, and in the case of the start time of seminars the reason was to keep Professor Quinn's temperament at an even keel. However, as his new work groups were to discover over the coming semester, this was a task that was borderline impossible.
"Uhm... Excuse me... Commander?" A voice spoke from the rows of seemingly identical faces, all in their matching faces, all with the same half-wit expression plastered to their faces.
"It is Professor." He replied dryly in a heavily accented British accent. His heritage was something he was very proud of, to the extent that he wore what could only be described as vintage clothes from around the 21st Century and refused to have the medical treatment that would make the use of his spectacles redundant. For Professor R.O. Quinn saw the year 2032 as the year the marvelous Quinn line really began, the marriage of Elizabeth Summers and Oliver Quinn, the namesake of his second initial...
"I'm sorry Professor." The voice continued, snapping Quinn out of his pleasant little trip through history and back into the harsh reality of being trapped in a hot room somewhere deep within the bowels of Starfleet Academy Los Angeles, having to teach those that seemed to only have eyes for space travel... Everything else was a must that just got in the way. He called this ignorance. "It's just that I was wondering when we were to start today Sir? I am afraid I have other seminars to attend."
He lowered his spectacles so far down his pointed nose one would have thought them to have fallen off, somehow, however, they remained perched at the tip.
"It is Professor." He replied, fixing his stern gaze on the pubescent in question. A human male, clearly one of those fly-boys... "And if I am keeping you please, leave."
"Oh no Sir... I mean Professor, it's just that..." He started to reply flustered.
"You miss understand me Cadet." Quinn said, standing to his feet, swooping down from his death and moving with speed to where the young man sat. "That wasn't a question. I am asking you to leave. You may resit this module next semester. Pick up your things and leave."
Without a second glance at the now bright red Cadet he strode back to his desk and busied himself reading a huge tome that was actually written on paper, with ink... The Cadet, still not sure if the Professor was serious or not, got to the door of the room and turned back, assuming Quinn would say something. He did not. Just as he left the room a flurry of activity dragged Professor R.O. Quinn away from his reading and forced him to observe a small number of Cadets trying to sneak quietly through the back entrance, however it appeared that one had trodden on the foot of another causing a rather unplesant chain of events resulting in the loud noise of a muffled scream.
"Now we are all here." He started, apparantly ignoring the late comers. Can anyone tell me about the Kobyashi Maru?"
Professor R.O. Quinn had started his seminars for the semester, the end was undoubtedly far away...
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Post by loganbyrne on Apr 3, 2007 3:25:38 GMT
Unnerved at showing up in a third class uniform, Logan was still stunned by the appearance of the black clothed person who appeared on the Bridge moments earlier. Actually the only thoughts going thru his head was, why the heck am I here and, man I hate the temporal directorate.
Following the senior crew, he reached for the Commodore, only to find her younger and kinda attractive. Taken aback, he almost called her by her command name. Looking around, he realized he should hold back. "Um, Sonak, what should I call you now? Reckus?", asked Byrne.
Sonak shook her head. "I was not married when I was in the academy," she answered softly, "when I was a cadet I was just Sonak. Being Vulcan, my adopted last name was often omitted to observe Vulcan custom." She paused, annoyance visible. "Despite my insistence on using it."
Entering the classroom, Byrne accidentally clipped L'Ola's leg and she winced in pain as her leg contacted the edge of one of the desks in the back of the room. Shooting a glance to Sonak, he eased L'Ola into her chair as the rest of the group sat as not to tempt the Professor to make an example of the group. <TAG L'Ola and Sonak>
As they sat, Byrne quickly rose his hand in answer to the Professor's question about the Kobyashi Maru.
Standing up, Byrne quickly stated," The Kobyashi Maru scenario is a no-win scenario, without creative thinking. Aka. Admiral James Kirk." Sitting down, he was hoping that this answer would distract the Professor from the commotion they cause in entering the room. <TAG Quinn>
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Post by marco on Apr 3, 2007 4:59:54 GMT
"Show off", Marco whispered to L'ola, as Logan finished his reply to the professor. L'ola smiled, but looked a bit annoyed with the Doctor's facetious responses, which he was giving after almost every question was answered.
Marco pulled out a comb, and groomed his hair back. He had caught a reflection of himself in the water of the fountain in the atrium... and was reminded that he was young again. Being quite the looker back in his day... which would be now... this mission might not be all too bad.
The professor continued, but Marco was busy trying to keep himself from acting out due to his boredom. The Commodore, who looked rather attractive to D'Angelo as a Cadet, was keeping an eye on him, and he just knew it. The punishment for what happened during the Drills had yet to be administered, but after Marco shared his problems with Sonak - at least she would be more understanding. His behavior, however, would have to be top notch so that he would not incur any more admonishments. He let out an unintended sigh, due to boredom, which caught the attention of the professor.
"No sir, I don't really hav.." The professor cut D'Angelo short, giving the same spiel to him as the previous Cadet they ran into on his way out.
D'Angelo looked like the proverbial bovine looking at a historical mode of transit, waiting for some help from the rest of his crew.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2007 12:45:52 GMT
Sonak rose from her seat, glancing impassively at the teacher. "Professor if you please," she started, glancing sideways at D'Angelo. "Mr D'Angelo has had a rough night, and his sigh was not directed at you. We have spent most of this morning aiding him to sort through his problem. I believe we have him settled for now sir."
~remain quiet~ she thought, gazing pointedly at her CMO, then glanced back at the professor. "Continuing on Mr Byrne's assessment of the Kobayashi Maru scenario..I have something to add if the professor would permit it."
The Vulcan waited a few seconds for the professor to respond, then continued. "While the Kobayashi Maru test is designed as a no-win scenario to test a cadet's handling of a no-win situation, I do believe that logical assessment of a situation may actually change that. The computer is designed to respond to changes, but how does it respond to challenges posed?" She glanced down at Logan, then back at Quinn. "Admiral Kirk cheated to win the scenario, claiming there was no such thing as a no-win scenario. I do not believe cheating is a way to pass. To pass is to behave logically and not despair against a seemingly hopeless scenario."
She permitted herself a small smile. "And it is a test of co-operation and teamwork. One does not take the test alone, one takes it as a group, thus it is a group assessment rather than a solitary one."
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Post by quinn on Apr 3, 2007 20:44:25 GMT
Professor Quinn raised an eyebrow at the Vulcan female who stood at the very back of his class. She was one of the late comers, however she held herself with dignity and poise that all her species retained, he would not label her as the disobedient kind, perhaps this was a one off that would not happen again. Or perhaps, and this was what he was more inclined to believe, her intelligence was matched by her stubbornness and thus a tendency to rebel and do things in the way she pleased. Whatever the actual reason she would be one to watch.
"That is correct assesment and adequate addition to your classmates intial brief description. Perhaps you might tell me why you would think I would use this at the very beginning of my first class with you?"
He leant back in his chair, pushing his spectacles up his nose and fixing his steely gaze on the still standing Cadet. Most Lectureres by now would have at least asked the Cadet's last name, even the first. Not Professor R.O. Quinn however. She, like the others, was just another number in a long line of numbers. Cadet seemed to be an appropriate way as any to address them and if any further confirmation of who was being spoken to was necessary a description usually did the trick. Something along the lines of; "Cadet. You, the short one with blonde hair and blue eyes, not you, the more simple looking one behind."
"And perhaps once you have answered this question you could answer why I would ask for a mixed level of Cadets to attend my classes?"
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Post by tovan on Apr 3, 2007 22:37:34 GMT
Tovan watched the exchange with interest. He knew the probable answer to Professor Quinn's question, but he sensed that any interference by him would probably be viewed as disruption by the professor, and would likely get him kicked out of class.
Although he understood the professor's desire for order, it would seem more logical to maintain a more welcoming learning environment, as studies had shown that such environments were often more effective in the teaching of emotional species. But, the professor was also emotional, and thus could not be expected to follow the logical course of action.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2007 2:33:56 GMT
Trey was slouched in his seat daydreaming about piloting a constitution or excelsior class star ship when he was pulled out of it by his commanding officers voice as she defended the doctor and continued to elaborate on logans answer on the Kobayashi Maru scenario. He then turned his attention to there professor who was now seated with a very smug look on his face. Trey had met his fare shear of stuck-up and arrogant people in his short lifetime and they just made his blood boils. As he watched Professor Quinn seat there fondling with his glasses his anger began to rise to the point where his could control him self no more
“You, yeah you, Mr. so called professor, you seat there all pompous and proud like some know it all with that stupid British accent and funky looking outfit trying to lord it over us, where are your manners don’t you think you should get to know the names of your students first before you start asking us stupid questions HUH?” trey shouted.
“If not I will start the introductions for you. Me my names maverick, trey maverick, and remember it. Miss green eyed red hair pointy eared standing there is called sonak, Mr. self adoration over is Marco d’angelo, lil miss psychic there is called Lola kanz, logic boy over there is tovan and that guy there Mr. I like taking things apart that’s Logan Byrne oh and lets not forget Mr. once in a blue moon that’s fox. It’s a pleasure to meet you. What’s your name?”
Trey looked around the class room and noticed the jaw groping expressions on his class mates faces he the turned towards sonak who was now looking at him with disapproving eyes
“Hey I don’t do well at schools okay” he said quietly as he folded his arm and lowered his head.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2007 17:30:24 GMT
Eyes flashing, Sonak turned on her navigator. "Trey Maverick sit down" she snapped at him, "do so on your own accord or I will make you." Threateningly, she placed her hand on the younger man's shoulder, exactly where she could apply a nerve pinch if necessary. "You will not be responsible for getting us expelled from this class. While you may not be interested in ethics, I am!"
She glared at Trey, then at the others as if to dare them to respond. Then she turned back to Quinn. "My apologies professor. Could I have a word with you after class?"
With a nod, she sat back down so Quinn could continue his lecture, then remembered he'd asked her a question before Trey's outburst. "Again my apologies, would you please repeat the question?" For a Vulcan, she did appear to be embarassed at having to ask.
With a sigh of annoyance, Quinn repeated both questions. Perhaps you might tell me why you would think I would use this at the very beginning of my first class with you? And perhaps once you have answered this question you could answer why I would ask for a mixed level of Cadets to attend my classes?"
Sonak pondered over it briefly. "You would use it at the beginning of this class to stress the importance of co-operation," she finally said, her voice ringing clearly through the silent classroom. As for mixed level I am not certain I understand this correctly. If you mean different species, we could lear from eachother, observe eachother's behaviour and customs when we are dealing with certain problems. If you mean different years of academy level, again we could teach eachother and learn from eachother's strengths and weaknesses."
She sat back down, keeping close to her rebellious navigator, hoping they hadn't profoundly annoyed their professor, or angered him sufficiently to bar them from this class the next time. "Remain quiet," she hissed at her group, "and answer his questions politely as you would any other professor. I will not bear the consequences of your actions, even though as senior cadet I am responsible for all of you and your behaviour. This will affect us all, so pay attention."
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Post by quinn on Apr 4, 2007 19:44:10 GMT
The Cadet that had spoken out against Quinn was dealt a punishing gaze that in reality meant nothing but those who knew the ways of the Professor knew well that his outburst would not go unnoticed, in fact if the Vulcan Cadet had not defended her younger colleague he would have dismissed him instantly. That was exactly the sort of team work he was looking for, odd that it should happen in the first seminar... Indeed, he looked down at his notes and saw their pictures all arranged in a workgroup together. This was extremely strange, a mix of ages and years in the Academy and yet they chose to spend time together outside of lessons... They would be ones to keep a close eye on.
"Thank you for your response Cadet." The Professor replied to the Vulcan female's answer. He chose to ignore the question she raised over seeing him after the scheduled time in class had ended. If she was going to excuse the behaviour of her colleague he wanted to hear nothing of it. He had no time for half-felt apologies and twisted words. "I am indeed looking for co-operation skills and more specifically those skills in a command environment where the entire Senior Staff, who will stretch rank, age and species." He rose to his feet and strolled across the front of the classroom staring at each of the Cadets in his class in turn. Once more his glasses were so low on his nose that they should, by all laws of physics, have fallen off by now. Yet they seemed to be adament on defying gravity and remained fixed to his dry-skinned face. "This class will continue as an external study session. You are all require to reactivate the archaic Kobyashi Maru simulation and see how you do. I expect full reports from all classmembers including any problems that arose and why they arose. Each workgroup, which you are to check on my list on this desk, will be headed by the longest serving Fourth Year Cadet, the others should assign themselves roles that fit their training here at the Academy. You have until we see eachother tomorrow to complete this assignment." He stopped, walked back to his desk and emersed himself in his huge tome once more. No-one moved, not sure whether there task had begun. "You are wasting time." He said, not bothering to look up from his book. Immediately chairs were scraped back and his ears were greeted with the sound of hurried movement."
Once the classroom had emptied he picked up the piece of paper with the Vulcan's workgroup on it and studied her picture intently. She was different somehow, her young face showed experience through her eyes.
"Most curious..." He muttered aloud.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2007 3:30:56 GMT
As trey walked out of the classroom he could not help feeling relived, being in that class and its professor just cramped his style, but before he could even open is mouth in relief he felt the heavy hand of sonak barrel down his back.
“OUCH! Son of a…” he turned to see a very unhappy sonak steering at him
“What was that for?” he asked knowing full well the reason for her actions
<Sonak>
After a very hash talking down from sonak he made his way to the academy’s library to get started on there assignment as ordered by his commanding officer {like I even know where the library is}
“Hey. You’re trey maverick right” came a voice sweet as honey from behind him. He turned around to find a young woman standing in front of him.
“Who are you and how do you know my name?”
“Oh sorry, am Kelly winters”
“Yeah? And how is it you know my name?”
“Well it’s hard to forget one who makes such a commotion in class, wouldn’t you say”
“Oh, sorry bout that I just got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning that’s all”
“No need to apologise well to me any way, so where are heading off to in such a hurry”
“The library, need to get this work done before I get into even more trouble, hey you don’t mind tagging along do you?”
“No I don’t, I was just heading that away”
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Post by loganbyrne on Apr 6, 2007 4:27:28 GMT
Dumbfounded the comment said by Trey and the quick reaction of Sonak to his remark, Logan just slumped into his chair. 'I think he got the point from the Commodore that this isn't gonna fly. Now I just hope we will be assigned together , cause I am so gonna go Kirk on this scenario.', he thought to himself.
Glacing over at Sonak, he almost let a smile slip at how mad she was at Trey. As they left the classroom, Sonak assigned them into groups to stay away from any possible interuptions of the Temoporal Prime Directive. Brushing the back of her hand slightly, he eyed the group to allow them to seperate for the moment. Nudging Fox, he asked if he wanted to pair with him, as Sonak was undoubtedly gonna keep a rein on Trey and D'Angelo. <TAG Fox>
Asking to be excused, Byrne and Fox headed for the Academy Computer Labs. Sonak just shot him a 'I know what you planning and don't look' as they walked away. On the way, they stopped at the cafateria to get a bite to eat seeing the he hadn't eaten since before he was stabbed, and the hypo-shot in Sickbay didn't fill his stomach.
As the entered the eating area, Fox accidentally tripped over a new year cadet pushing Logan into another cadet, a female. Grabbing her, he realized that it was was a ghost image of his little sister, Lisa. Only older than she was when he left the Academy. Reeling back, he righted his uniform and reprimanded the cadet for being in his way.
Unknown to everyone else, was that she pasted away 2 years prior to this encounter. <TAG Sonak>
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2007 20:29:34 GMT
After everyone had filed out of the class, Sonak started following her own group out. She had wanted to discuss something from an experience she'd had while she was taking medical classes when she was at the academy but it was evident that Quinn had no desire to talk to her. Yet of course she had to try, that and make sure that Quinn was not the person they were looking for.
She saw Logan bump into a cadet and reel backwards with a horrified look on his face. "Logan are you all right?" she asked as she offered him a steadying hand. "Marco stay behind for a few minutes, maye you will learn something of this. Trey and Logan head to the library. Tovan, do you not have piloting class next? Interview your instructor about a few things experienced while on Vesuvius. Also take care to address eachother as Cadet and not as your regular rank. We are drawing suspicion here, and we cannot afford the attention."
(Logan/Trey/Tovan)
"L'Ola and Fox, please seek out the science laboratories and start digging for any information about this rebel that you can find. He can pose as anything or anyone he pleases so be careful. For all we know he could be that cadet who was kicked out of Professor Quinn's class. Yes, check the cadet out as well, question him if you must but do so covertly. He may not suspect we are not who we seem to be. Any questions?"
(L'Ola/Fox)
Beckoning the doctor, she walked back into the class. "Professor Quinn, first allow me to apologize for our late arrival. I assure you it will not happen again." She waited for Quinn to respond but when he didn't, she continued. "I have an ethical question that I wish to discuss with you. Earlier at one of our medical classes, Cadet D'Angelo and I were assisting in a surgery of a rather...volumnous patient. Other interns were making fun of this patient and his figure but when I commented on it, they started laughing at me for it. I do not believe it is ethical to make fun of a patient who is risking death with a surgery that should save his life."
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Post by marco on Apr 11, 2007 4:59:55 GMT
Marco watched the Professor push his glasses up with his index finger, only to have them fall immediately back to where they began; on the pointy tip of his nose. Each time, the doctor was sure they were going to fall off, but in the nick of time, they would be saved. This continued until the Commodore finished explaining her rather dull ethics story. Clearly, it was an allegorical resolution to Marco's prior unethical antics.
Marco was a smart student, but he was not a suck-up. It was fairly obvious at this point that Sonak had every intention of engaging the Professor to the fullest, specifically talking about subjects that he would be interested in. Against her best efforts, however, the Professor continued to look uninterested.
Where was everyone else anyway? Doctor D'Angelo would ask the Commodore that later. Had he not been forced to return for an after-class parlance, he would have joined Trey in the chase for the Academy girls. The saying goes "You are only young once.", but the Vesuvius crew was actively defying nature, yet again, and Marco had every intention of taking advantage of it.
"I agree," was the only thing that the medical student could mutter to the professor. Sonak prodded D'Angelo for more. Where's the conversation? Did you forget you are on a mission? Her eyes spoke volumes, as they always did.
During the silence, the Professor removed his spectacles, wiped his nose with a handkerchief, and place his glasses back on, placing them squarely on the bridge of his nose. Seemingly sensing their disposition, they immediately slid down to the cusp.
"Excuse me for being naive," Marco took a chance of offending the professor, and accidentally sidetracking the Commodore, "but does this have to do with the Captain Kirk thing we learned about in class?"
The question didn't sound very professional, but then again, he was supposed to be a first year Cadet, so mistakes were commonplace. The ability to speak in a proper manner, was a trait acquired through active participation in class, so the doctor's lackadaisical verbiage was written off by the professor as inexperience instead of laziness.
"I would be Doctor D'Angelo, by the way." he extended his hand to the professor after realizing that his counterpart had only passively introduced him through her story.
The professor stuck out a welcoming hand. "You have a long way to go before you can call yourself Doctor, Mr. D'Angelo" As they shook, the professor missed his opportunity to catch his slipping lenses, and they fell to the floor.
"I got it," Marco said, picking them up. He glanced at Sonak, who was starting back wide eyed. He had slipped up, but it had been mistaken for pompousness, and dismissed.
"It's also necessary to pass my class." The professor coyly added, replacing the glasses onto the tip of his nose. Clearing his throat, very matter-of-factly, he replied to the proposed scenario.
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Post by tovan on Apr 11, 2007 6:44:41 GMT
After checking its location, Tovan quickly marched off over the grounds towards his piloting class. As he walked, he considered the mission put before him. One of the staff at the Acadamey didn't belong there, and it was their task to find out who. As he went over the words of the temporal agent in his head, he remembered something.
"Last estimates put him roughly in the year 2377, teaching or tending to Starfleet Academy back on Earth."
The possiblity should be allowed for that the renegade was posing as a groundskeeper, rather than a professor. A groundskeeper would have access to much of the grounds, and would not have to worry about being keeping a schedule and teaching classes. He let his eyes wander as he walked, checking for any groundskeeper out of the ordinary. There was Boothby, of course. Tovan remembered him from his own Academy days. There were rumors that he had been around since the days of Kirk, although that would be unlikely. Perhaps he could provide information later.
For know, he had to get to class. The instructor didn't seem nearly as stuffy as Professor Quinn. He obviously was passionate about the topic of piloting, and went into several emotional monologues on the joy of warp speed, which Tovan found tiresome. There was a such thing as too much love for a topic. After the class, Tovan moved to the front of the room where the instructor was gathering up his padds.
"Sir, I was considering your lecture, and I was curious about how warp speed maneurving might be affected while piloting a vessel in Multi-Vector Assault Mode," Tovan asked. In his own time period, such questions were basic, but MVAM was still relatively new here, and a denizen of this time period wouldn't necessarily know much about it.
Unfortunately, the professor's answer didn't provide much insight on his knowledge, simply referencing a higher-level course and several texts. That could indicate caution, or simply just no desire to talk. The professor did seem to be in a hurry. Tovan made his way back to report his findings to Sonak.
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Post by fox on Apr 11, 2007 11:07:11 GMT
"L'Ola and Fox, please seek out the science laboratories and start digging for any information about this rebel that you can find. He can pose as anything or anyone he pleases so be careful. For all we know he could be that cadet who was kicked out of Professor Quinn's class. Yes, check the cadet out as well, question him if you must but do so covertly. He may not suspect we are not who we seem to be. Any questions?" Fox shook his head in reply to Sonaks question. When the cadet had walked out Quinns class he had seen he was a second year cadet. He looked at L'Ola. "Maybe participating a little science experiment is a good idea to question him carefully." L'Ola nodded as reply. Both walked off as Sonak returned to Professor Quinn. While they walked through the building to the labs Fox thought back about his "real" academy time. Being here in the academy now it only seemed yesterday that he actually graduated. It had be quite some years ago since he walked here last, but still he could remember where the science labs were. "If i'm right." he said to L'Ola "its the next corner to the left and then the second door to the right." While they walked around the corner, Fox almost bumped into the Cadet that had been send away. Fox quickly appologized himself and asked if he wanted to join them with a little experiment. He was glad when the Cadet accepted his invitation. "I'm Robert by the way." the Cadet said. Fox smiled. "I'm Fox." he replied "and this is L'Ola." looking at her. After that they continued to the labs.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2007 19:20:06 GMT
Sonak gripped D'Angelo's arm in a vice-like grip and started pulling him from the lecture room. "Thank you for your time professor," she told Quinn, "if I find more trouble on the issue, I would like to discuss it further. I found your lecture..enlightning."
(Quinn)
Now she dragged D'Angelo from the room. "Pampering the professor?" she querried, "smart move doctor, however next time perhaps think before you speak and slip up again?" She released his arm when they walked out of the building and into a large botanic garden. "Walk with me doctor, before we meet up with Logan. Tell me in truth, what do you think of this lecture on ethics? And I mean nothing by my question, your behaviour last mission was inexcusible but you are already being punished for that. There is no need to keep bringing it up as there will be no permanent record of this in your personnel file. Tell me in truth, your opinion? Could this man be our...guy?"
A little hesitant, she settled on a Human slang term, for lack of a better term. "I believe it is possible, but he does not strike me as a spy or a renegade. Perhaps we should see our medical class Professor." She glanced down at her PADD. "A Doctor Patty van Diemen. We are to perform surgery on a woman suffering from rhabdomyosarcoma*, and we shall be aided by one of Starfleet's top neurologists." She peered at her PADD again. "Doctor T'Len," she dictated, raising an eyebrow at her partner. "But first, meet up with Logan for lunch. The others will still be occupied in their classes. Tovan should also be joining us for lunch, I believe."
They walked on, strolling through the wide variety of native and alien foliage. "My mother loves roses," Sonak suddenly said, pausing to glance down at a large bush of dark yellow roses, "my human mother that is. I do not remember my biological mother. She was killed when I was three years old. Until graduation from Starfleet, I had never been away from Earth for much longer than a few weeks. And I had never left the Sol system until graduation." She continued on walking, motioning for D'Angelo to keep up.
About halfway through, they were met by Logan. "Discovered anything?" she asked as they sat down on the grass. Logan had brought lunch with them. The weather was sunny and very pleasant in temperature, for Human comforts. Being Vulcan, despite not having lived on Vulcan, Sonak always felt chilly when the temperature was belove 25 degrees Celcius and today was no different than usual.
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Post by loganbyrne on Apr 11, 2007 20:47:37 GMT
Catching up with his follow comrades, Logan seemed to recollect himself from his earlier 'episode'. Carrying a basket he wasn't sure how many of the crew would be attending. Seeing Sonak and D'Angelo walking thru the field, he motioned to join him in feeding his stomach.
Unpacking the lunch, Logan noticed the minor discomfort of the Commodore as she sat in the grass. Pulling out a blanket, he playfully offered it to her with a subtle smile to warm herself up.
Offering a choice of sandwiches to the Doctor, Byrne accidentally dropped the top one on D'Angelo's uniform. Holding back a small grin, he watched as D'Angelo got mildly irate and jumped to his feet. <TAG D'Angelo>
Turning to Sonak, he calmy stated that he didn't find out any new information concerning the sabatour from the future. Huffing at Byrne's disregard at the accident, he stomped off the the laundromat to have his uniform cleaned before next class.
Leaning into the Commodore, Byrne attempted a possible peck on the cheek, but as she slighted away, he instead produced a small handful of yellow roses to her. "I told you I would remember", he said holding back a big grin. " I still owe you dinner."
Holding back a blush, she promptly went back into professional mode. Accepting them she kindly sat them next to her lap and proceeded with the picnic, as not to alert anyone of their true intentions at the Academy. Following suit, Byrne proceeded to enjoy his sandwich as Sonak began to plan their next part of the investigation. <TAG Sonak>
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2007 18:18:31 GMT
Sonak watched Marco leave and meet up with Tovan halfway down the path, wondering how the young man would feel. As all were somewhat reliving their academy years, all had been reverted to an age somewhere between 18 and 24 standard years old. As she had first attended pre-med, Sonak herself was now 25 standard years old making her still the oldest of her group. That, and she was no longer bonded as in this period she hadn't married Seliv just yet.
Realising this, she also realised that Logan was completely within his rights to pursue her, and she was going to allow him a little chase. However the realisation that she was no longer bonded to Jatan made her gasp. She hadn't been aware of the absence of his mind in hers, but now that she thought about it, it made perfect sense. Yet it made her also aware of a keen emptiness she had only experienced once before: when Seliv had been killed.
Again she gasped, fighting down the urge to panic. Logan didn't seem to notice her stress though he did shuffle a little closer to her, assuming she was still cold. He held out a sandwich to her, then proceeded to feed it to her when she didn't take it. Obediently, she bit down on the offered bit of food and chewed it absentmindedly.
Sonak had managed to fight down the urge to scream but knew she needed another Vulcan's help to settle her feeling of unease. Still seeing Tovan and Marco down the path, she climbed to her feet, taking the hand Logan offered. "Let us take a walk," she suggested, allowing the chief engineer to wrap an arm around her shoulder. He felt warm to the touch, oddly comforting and unconsciously she leaned into him. "We should continue our investigation," she continued, "I do not believe Quinn is our suspect, he is too old-fashioned. Unless he is a perfect actor. Marco and I have class with Professor T'Len later this afternoon, we will question her and her assistant Master Krenn Ruzhtagai, a Klingon. Have you tried your warp theory instructor?"
They caught up with Marco and Tovan. "Tovan, I require a favour," she started, while Marco and Logan continued to walk on, slowly. "I need you to help me meditate and settle my feelings of unease. This transporting back in time has disrupted my bonding to Jatan and I am now suffering the effects. I need a Vulcan to help me stabilise my unrest."
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Post by marco on Apr 13, 2007 4:17:53 GMT
"rhabdomyosarcoma? Why doesn't she just call it a tumor like everyone else?" Tovan listened, but the rants of a human were little concern to him. "and come on! Roses?! I can do better than that. Once on Riza..." Marco amused himself with stories of past endeavors for Cadet girls. Tovan's lack of amusement was kept by the padd he was pecking at, giving only enough response to keep Marco from becoming indignant from being ignored.
After walking in circles around the common ground, Sonak caught back up with them. Apparently the romantic escapades had ended, and it was time to get whipped back into business.
"Shall we be getting to class?" D'Angelo asked.
But she refused. "You go ahead. Tovan and I have some business to attend to."
Logan, upon hearing this, sunk his head low. To Marco, it seemed that the 4th year Cadet was making quite the rounds. It was a shame he was so young compared to her, lest he be next. But then, when they return, how would he face Jatan? He made himself a vow not to get involved.
"You know where I'll be." and made his way to the medical building.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2007 9:16:14 GMT
Trey had never gone to star fleet academy on earth, and all he learned about space voyage he got from his days as a smuggler on his adopted father’s ship. Trey had heard talks about how marvellous the place was and always wanted to visit someday, and now that he was here he would make the best of it. he and Kelly made there way into the library and found them selves a seat
“Hey trey can I ask you something?”
“Yeah sure anything”
“Well am studying navigations but am horrible at and I was wandering if, well maybe you would help me out a bit”
“First off what makes you think that am any good at navigations my self.”
“Well I happened to see you file on Professor Quinn’s desk and it says that you are a student of navigations and a very good one at that, so?”
“So what?”
“Will you help me, okay how about this, if you help me I will help you with Professor Quinn’s class”
Trey could not let an opportunity like that one pass him by “Okay you got your self a deal”
The two began there research on the kobayashi maru no win scenario. What made it so deadly was its unpredictability. One never knew what situation they were dropped in and what ships there would face. As trey continued reading his was hit with a thought
“Hey Kelly, how do you feel about run in the flight simulator?”
“Ammm…I guess am up for it, but why”
“I think I have come up with a way to test my metal against the no win scenario, come on lets roll.”
As the walk to the simulator room Kelly asked what his plans were. Trey eyed her and smiled before answering her question
“Well you see one can’t really out think the computer with out cheating the way Kirk did but I think I could out smart it by making it play my game by my rules.”
“what do you mean and how are you going to do that without tampering with the computer the way kirk did?”
“what is humans greatest assail, it our mind, its where we’ve been and its where we’re going”
“what. I still don’t understand”
“ I’ll show once we get to the simulators”
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Post by tovan on Apr 13, 2007 18:18:55 GMT
Tovan listened to Marco talk as they walked along. He was babbling along, as humans sometimes did, but Tovan ignored him, working on a plan to investigate other members of the grounds crew and faculty. He spotted Sonak and Logan walking towards them.
To a human, Sonak would have looked normal, but Tovan could see some signs indicating emotional unrest. Some slight creasing of the forehead, pursing of the lips...
"Tovan, I require a favour," she started, while Marco and Logan continued to walk on, slowly. "I need you to help me meditate and settle my feelings of unease. This transporting back in time has disrupted my bonding to Jatan and I am now suffering the effects. I need a Vulcan to help me stabilise my unrest."
"Very well, let us find a spot to meditate," Tovan replied. The two Vulcans found a spot near some trees, where Tovan had often found to be quite serene during his own Academy days. "Let us start with some basic calming techniques." He took Sonak's hands in his, assuming a medidative posture. "Imagine we are on an ocean, and you have the power to control the waves." It was a basic form, but could sometimes work.
"It's not working. I'm still feeling a lot of unrest," Sonak said, breaking the bond.
"Then let's move on to some of the more advanced disciplines," Tovan replied.
Tovan had experienced the severing of a bond, during his Kolinahr. It was a normal part of the discipline, and was generally dealt with very carefully, but was still a difficult experience.
Several techniques later, Sonak was still not calmed. "I'm going to try a mind-meld, to see if I can lend you some of my control." Sonak seemed to have some misgivings, but she agreed. "Don't worry, we will limit the meld to the areas of emotional control."
Placing his fingers on the katra points, Tovan intoned the ritual words, "My mind to your mind, your thoughts to my thoughts." He could sense her unease, and felt it become his own. He applied his own discipline to the unease, and began to feel to it abate in both of them. He backed out of the meld, and opened his eyes. Sonak seemed to be much improved.
"Thank you, that was most helpful," she said. "Now let's go find the other cadets." As Tovan started to follow, he felt some unease within himself, as well as an odd stirring, like another mind in his. It wasn't Sonak's, so whose was it...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2007 21:17:38 GMT
Sonak preceded Tovan to the medical building, then turned. "Trey is at the library, perhaps you could assist him? Of course you are welcome to attend my surgery class, though I am not certain if Professor T'Len is willing to admit non-medical students." She glanced up at the wall chronometer as they continued towards the obduction room. "I am just on time it seems, I must hurry."
She let Tovan decide for himself what he wanted to do while she entered the room, quickly scrubbed up and took her place opposite of Marco. Not only was this a class, but as class eldest she was supposed to assist T'Len and aid the younger cadets. As it was, Marco was her 'pupil' as Sonak already had a minor degree in medicine, having gone through pre-med first and having grown up in a family full of doctors.
Her human father was a paediatrician and her older human brother had graduated and specialised as paediatrician as well. Sonak had decided to take her major in surgery instead, especially exosurgery. She glanced down at the naked corpse; a female of approximately twenty standard years old bearing no visible marks on her body. Cause of death: unknown.
Sonak glanced up at T'Len, saw her slight nod and somewhat disapproving look and proceded to pick up a scalpel. Then she started to explain to Marco and the other attendants on how to proceed. The case had shown this patient had suffered from a skeletal carcinoma but that wasn't necessarily the cause of death. One could never assume in medicine, one had to go on facts instead. "Marco please tell us how you would proceed," she continued when they had the body lying open on the slab.
From the corner of her eyes she spotted Tovan at the back of the room, looking ill at ease. "Professor T'Len..." she nodded towards the young Vulcan male.
T'Len stepped away from the table and approached Tovan. "You are not a medical student, please leave you are disrupting my class." Her expression never changed as she looked down upon the young Vulcan, a single slanted eyebrow raised in question as she waited for the navigator-in-training to depart. "Have you no class of your own? I saw you with several cadets earlier, perhaps you could join up with one of them for study? Your companions may rejoin you after we have finished this case study. It may take a few hours."
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Post by marco on Apr 16, 2007 6:35:50 GMT
The first year Cadet pulled an advertisement for hoverball tournament off the board. He was only a few steps from the medical building when Commodore Reckus arrived.
"I think I might join up with this if our future friend doesn't help us get back." He side-handed the paper toward Sonak who really didn't show much interest, so he pulled it back to himself. "I used to be pretty good."
Entering the building, without a peep from Sonak - probably due to multiple infidelities Marco thought - but in reality, due to to her mindmeld with Tovan which had calmed her, they met with Dr. T'len.
"I would be Cadet D'Angelo." He winked at Sonak when he said it, as if to say "I remembered this time." The 4th year Cadet introduced herself, reminded Marco unneccessarily that she still exerted control over him, and continued to ramble the professor's ear off. Marco was more interested in memorizing the content on the Hoverball tournament flier, and followed close behind while reading.
"I thought we had a tumor to remove," Marco said with an air of naiveté when they first entered the room and received their assignment.
"She had a tumor," Sonak said, in tone that politely reminded Marco that he shall remember to think through his comments before speaking. "There are no ..." Sonak started with her observations, with Marco cutting the Y shape incision into the upper chest, and ending at the bottom of the abdomen. The plasma-ray scalpel was an older model, and took longer for Marco to finish than he had anticipated.
Normally, a biosensor bed of some sort would be used... but seeing as this was medical school, there was a need to learn 'cowboy medicine', as Marco had heard it called. This included determining cause of death without the help of technology. Funny - it did not include fending off pirates. Marco thought better of his humourous quip, and took satisfaction in knowing he had a good jab under his belt if he needed it.
After finally freeing the facia tissue from the ribcage wall, Commodore Sonak cut through the ribcage. What was found inside, however, was a bit curious - and probably why the girl had wound up on a university specimine table.
"She has 2 hearts, 2 livers, ... she has two of everything!" Marco exclaimed. This wasn't unusual in alien physiology - but it definitely was not normal for humans. There must have been some inter-species breeding done in her lineage to have such innards.
Marco looked at the chronometer on the wall. It was getting late, and Marco was hungry. He whispered to Sonak, "Do you know how long we are supposed to be here? I mean, you told Tovan two hours... were you serious?" Marco kept his tone calm. He wanted to be sure the Commodore knew he wasn't trying to sidestep responsibilities this time. He was genuinely curious as to how long this was going to take.
How he wished he was Tovan right now. He could be out chasing the girls, and .. well, chasing the girls.
When he thought about it, Tovan was probably looking for the next seminar to attend. It was a passing thought.
The next three hours were filled with passing thoughts, most from Marco, but some from the Vulcan. D'Angelo could tell that the current mission was weighing heavily on her conscious... and with the time ticking, and her and Marco stuck in post-mortem, their mission was no closer to being solved than when they started.
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