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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2005 7:42:31 GMT
Firestorm watched curiously, wondering how the Vulcan would react to the out-stretched hand. She had been acting rather coldly towards him, and she looked as if she were about to go ill any second. To his surprise, the woman accepted the out-streched hand, even though he didn't miss her slight wince at the contact.
"My husband has shown me that respecting other cultures is far more important than sticking to your own," he heard her say, and his astonishment grew.
"Your husband is not Vulcan then?" Firestorm dared to ask. He'd not yet seen any profile of this woman, he'd only known she was Vulcan.
"My husband is the Romulan representative to Starbase Assaillant," T'Val replied, "when I am not assigned to the Jefferson, I live with him and our son, who is of Debrune descent." At the feline's stare, she gave him an annoyed sigh. "Our son is not our biological son," she explained, "we have adopted him as he was an orphan discovered in the ruins of Qualinost."
She glanced at Dowding, pointedly ignoring Firestorm. "Is Commodore Walker about?" she asked quietly, "it would be extremely rude of me not to introduce myself to him, before I get to work."
Firestorm shot a glare at Dowding. "Work is more important," he said, then beckoned the Vulcan. "Come, Doctor Paris is waiting for us. It is imperative that we have a look at the genetic coding of our guests, lest anything happens to them while we are not paying attention. As medics, it is our duty."
To this, T'Val had to agree. The health of their passengers outweighed the courtesy of introducing oneself to the commanding officer. "Please convey my apollogies to your commanding officer," she requested, "I shall meet with him at my earliest opportunity. I have news for him regarding the Polanites, as I have managed to coax them to sickbay."
Firestorm grew impatient, and grabbed the woman's arm. "Come, please," he begged, as he half-dragged her along to sickbay. "Doctor Paris, I have brought the Jefferson's CMO."
T'Val sighed. "Greetings doctor," she said, giving the CMO a Vulcan greeting, "I fear your impatient friend here has overlooked a few things. One, I am not wearing a uniform and two, I am not a chief medical officer. Chief medic, yes, officer, hardly." She looked around sickbay. "Shall we get started then?"
Firestorm nearly jumped with happiness. "Oh yes, let's!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2005 8:41:09 GMT
Luke tried desperately not to laugh at th excited junior officer and the disgruntled Healer. Luke had decided to stay on the bridge, allowing the proffessionals to work on the sensor data and med scans. He just wasn't a science type of guy.
He took a seat in the centre chair and immediately recieved a comm call from the Jefferson.
=^= We are ready to return to warp when you are Victory =^= Came a male voice.
"This is Commander Dowding, we will jump straight to warp 7 in three minutes. Dowding out."
The comm cut and Luke accessed the engineering console at the back of the bridge. Everything was ready to go. He sat back down and gave the order for the helmsman to go to warp on their previous heading.
Luke checked the chronometer. The meal with the Ambassadors was due to take place in under three hours. Luke supposed he had better get ready...
"Lieutenant Stevens, you have the bridge." Luke said as he exited into the turbolift.
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Post by shhouse on Jul 9, 2005 17:25:43 GMT
OFF: Paris has transferred to TO
ON: Owen had finished his sonic shower and was getting dressed back into his uniform when he heard a call for the senior crew to meet in the Briefing Room. Hurriedly he finished dressing and rushed back to the bridge to listen to Commander Dowding introduce himself formally.
The meeting didn't last long and in next to no time Owen was back on the bridge. He saw no reason to relieve ensign K'Tor of Ops so he headed to the back of the bridge to run some basic scans at Science 2 which was currently unused. He hadn't had much experience with the sciences and so he was still trying to determine what he was reading on the screen in front of him.
He sat there for a couple more minutes until he gave up and headed back to his quarters to sort his belongings out in a way that made him feel comfortable.
"Computer, play earth classical, Handel's Messiah." he ordered to break up the silence.
As he was listening Owen replicated a holoframe and downloaded the image of the pulsar to hang on his wall. He grabbed a few more knic-knacks and distributed them on his desk before grabbing his dress uniform and getting it ready to wear to the dinner with the ambassadors.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2005 22:09:21 GMT
Firestorm watched with interest as the two women talked business. Despite his nursing training, he had no clue what they were talking about. He caught bits and pieces about DNA, feathers and other items that were way out of his league.
Yet, the Sivaoan listened with scientific interest, his tail corked tightly as a sign that he was happy. However after listening hours on end to the two doctors talking, he got bored. He preened is fur thoroughly, and sat on the floor watching his little kitten play with a ball of wool he had replicated for his pet.
At long last, he looked up when he suddenly realized sickbay had gone awfully quiet. Paris apparently had gone off duty, but the Vulcan was still in sickbay. He noticed the Vulcan was gazing down on him coldly.
"Oh how terribly rude of me," Firestorm exclaimed as he scrambled to his feet, picking up the pet in the process. "Please follow me, you requested to meet with Commodore Walker earlier. Let's go see whether he's available now. You sure they won't miss you on the Jefferson?"
T'Val shook her head in silence, but she seemed to cling onto the stack of PADD's she was carrying ever so slightly, as if she feared the energetic Sivaoan would take them from her.
"Well come on!" Firestorm exclaimed, grabbing her wrist and pulling her along. He didn't stop once, until she lost grip on her PADD's and they went flying everywhere. "Oh I'm sorry, here let me help you." He bent to assist her but she brushed him off.
"Do not touch them," she snapped at him, as she kneeled to gather them. "And do not touch me again. Now, take me to Commodore Walker."
Taken aback, Firestorm jumped to his feet, his tail lashing in anger. "As you wish," he returned coldly, as a low growl accompanied his speech, "follow me."
Without another word, he led the Vulcan healer to the bridge. "Commodore Walker, this woman would like to speak with you," he growled, then left her standing as he vanished off the bridge towards his laboratory to continue his work.
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Post by ajohnson on Jul 10, 2005 1:23:52 GMT
Johnson had not known what an interesting job Chief of Operations could be. Of course, piloting was where his heart lay, but after a few hours of it, he had to admit, this job had its merits. In a way, in a routine situation like this, Johnson was at the centre of the ship. So far, he had co-ordinated 2 engine diagnostics, 12 scientific experiments, 27 crew reports including other things. He also had to manage some intership communications, some cargo analyses, and repairs to a slight malfunction with the replicator systems. All this, from that little station on the bridge. He could see just about everything that was going on in the ship from here. But he was off duty now.
He was spending time in the mess hall with Chief O'Malley. They had a couple of drinks and O'Malley gave Alex a few details of all the happenings of the Jefferson while he had been away. Apparently, Ensign Jones was pregnant, not that Alexander knew who Ensign Jones was, but it was a bit of information anyway. O'Malley also informed Johnson of an incident with an Andorian freighter (Johnson was surprised that a subject concerning Andorians didn't make O'Malley a bit embarrased, but, he didn't seem concerned.).
Alex finished off his drinks with O'Malley, said goodbye then headed for his quarters. When he got there, he took off his uniform which, after several hours of spaceflight, then duty was starting to get a little dirty. He entered the sonic shower and stood there as it did its work. He closed his eyes, thinking about the past few months. His life had changed so much, yet it was so much the same. Knowing about his newfound heritage did not change anything really. There was nothing he could do, nothing he really wanted to do.
He found the prospect of a few hundred more years of life appealing though. It wasn't just appealing, now that he thought about it, it changed a lot. All these humans, all his human friends, they would be dead in about 100 years, but he wouldn't, he might not even be middle aged by then. The people at Starfleet Medical had told him that he had a life expectancy of about 500 years. 500 years, Alex did the sum in his head, that would mean that he could still be alive in the 2800s. He hadn't even considered that. The prospect of that much time was mind numbing to someone who had thought he was human. The things he would see, experience.
He turned off the sonic shower and walked out, naked, to the main body of his quarters. He looked at the painting of the Enterprise-D on his wall. There had been an El Aurian on that ship and there was an El Aurian on the Victory. Would he ask them? He didn't know. He sat down wearily and felt the fabric of the chair on his skin, this skin that he had thought was human, but now, wasn't completely human, what did that mean? What did it change?
He just sat there, consumed in thought.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2005 12:39:27 GMT
It walked along the corrider, breathing deeply, trying desperately to control its saliva. It walked past a group of Ensigns and sniffed, it wanted nothing more than to swipe at the young prey and devour them there. However, time would tell how much or little of the humanoids it would get to consume.
It made its way to Main Engineering and entered whilst walking past his target - the main warp core. It jumped, higher than any normal creature, and landed on the ceiling of Engineering. It hung there... Waiting...**** Luke finished pulling on the dress uniform and looked at himself in the mirror. "Not bad." He said. "Not bad at all." Whilst flattening his hair down. He pinned the medals he has recieved over the years in Starfleet on his chest and then attached his comm badge, tapping it in the process. "All Senior Crew, this is a reminder from your FO, please report to Ambassadorial Suite 1 by 1830hours, our guests will be arriving at 1900. Dowding out." The time was now 1758, Luke made his way to the Ambassadorial Suite. He would begin to set up and then call for Kurzan to come down and assist him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2005 19:28:22 GMT
The doors whoosed open and Luke immediately wrinkled his nose. Apparantly Kurzan had already deposited the food. However the civillian El Aurian was nowhere in sight. Luke hoped that he would turn up for the meal though, there was something about the guy that Luke liked.
"Computer activate air-circulation."
However before the computer could respond Kurzan entered the Suite.
"The Baltorian's apparantly like the smell of their food Commander." He said. "I was reading up on their customs and by all accounts the smell is more important than the food itself, hence the...uhm...pungent odour."
Luke smiled." Great..." He said in a joking manner. "I can't wait for the rest of the crew to smell this. I hope they do arrive early, so I can brief them on the Baltorian's customs as well as warn them not to comment on the smell."
"Indeed." Kurzan said. "Will the entire senior staff be in attendance?" He asked.
"Yes, that was the order anyway." Luke said winking. "Come on, these places aren't going to set themselves." He added motioning to the cutlery and place mats.
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Post by tiffani on Jul 10, 2005 19:38:22 GMT
*Tiffani had returned to her quarters to get ready for the dinner banquet, she stepped into the sonic shower and washed her body and then washed her hair, scrubbing it to make sure she was completely clean, she knew the captain and commander was counting on her to help in these proceeding, she just hoped she didn't let her mind wonder, she shook the water from her hair as best as she could, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around her and stepped out into the cold room*
/Computer increase room tempature by 5 degress/
*she smiled as the room became a bit warer, she beginning brushing her hair as she looked into the mirror she became lost in thought, things had changed tremedously for her sense she first left the Academ, now a Mother, and a counselor who was having problems of her own, she wondered if she shouldn't seek out advice of her own, but shook the thought from her mind as she laid the hairbrush down and made her way into the bedroom where she slipped into a Dress uniform, she then put on her tights and shoes, and made sure her hair was okay before she made her way to the Ambassador Suite, she wanted to make sure she arrived before most of the others so she could speak to The Cmdr before the others arrived"
"she made her way to the turbolift and ordered it to the Ambassador Suite 1, where she existed the turbolift, and made her way into the room where she found the odar to be most unpleasant, she shook her head attempt to try and forget about the smell as she walked up to Luke and Kurzan*
Greetings Gentlemen *she smiled pleasantly*
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Post by sanosuke on Jul 10, 2005 23:03:48 GMT
Gareth nodded at Luke's command for the tactical diagnostic and the update on the guests. He had already run the diagnostic when they first set out but he ran it again and found that nothing had changed. Well, because they hadn't encountered anything yet to do otherwise. He smiled and noticed that Luke was busy so he uploaded it to his PADD and then checked on the guests. He tapped his combadge.
"=Sagara t' Lieutenant Hemp= How are th' guests behavin'?"
He didn't think he was going to get a stellar report back but... oh well.
Hemp replied, "Well sir, they certainly have been making a lot of noise in there and every time we try to go in to see what's going on, they scream at us to get out. We didn't see anything that would cause any concern though sir."
Gareth sighed. "Continue t' keep an eye on 'em for now Lieutenant. Your next orders I feel will be comin' soon. Sagara out."
He then uploaded that data to the PADD. All the senior officers were then called to the Briefing Room. He went inside and listened as they were all told what they were to do. Gareth smiled at the idea of finally seeing the ambassadors but knew he and the others would have to be considerably careful on what they said and how they said it. From what he had heard, these ambassadors on either ship were not the most respectful of others and seemed to be right on the verge of exploding at all times. When the briefing was over, he went down to his quarters.
"Computer, play musical sequence GS3" he said and jumped but smiled when Evanesance began playing loudly.
He laughed and nearly shouted over the music for the volume to be turned down. The volume came down and he changed into his dress uniform. He looked at himself in the mirror when he had finished getting dressed and his vision was immediately directed to his hair and his eyes. He groaned inwardly. He had a sinking feeling that when one of the ambassadors saw his eyes, it wouldn't go over well. He searched through his belongings but couldn't find anything that would cover his eyes. That's when he found a small case that he had never seen before. There was a note on the back of the case in his father's handwriting.
Konnichiha danji, (translation: Hello son) I know with the amount of energy you expend and in the ways you do, that you will mostly likely go through your small supply of black sunglasses. In this case are a pair of what used to be called contacts. They were no longer created after the third world war as many technological advances were made shortly afterwards or during. What these contacts will do for you is they will make your eyes look normal from another person's perspective. Your way of seeing will not be hindered by these, or so your mother and I hope. Try them and see how they work for you. I suggest you go into the nearest bathroom and wash your hands first. Then open one of the capsules and remove the plastic disk. This is the contact. Carefully insert it into your eye. Under no circumstances rub your eye once the contact is in. Then do the same for your other eye. Do not worry about any minor discomfort caused when you first put them in eyes, as this is to be expected. If they work well, then use them when you wish, if they do not, I am sorry. With your eyes being white, they will make the contacts look brighter than they were made but your mother and I made sure to make them dark enough that they would look normal from an outside perspective. Kouun, (Good luck) Sonpu (your father)
Gareth walked into the bathroom and did as his father had told him. When he opened the first capsule, he stared at the plastic disk for a moment. It looked like the iris and pupil of a person had been put on the disk. A person with severely dark blue eyes. He sighed and thought, Here goes nothin'.[/i] He put the contact in and didn't look in the mirror until the other one was also in. They did feel a little weird but it still felt normal like there was nothing there. He looked up into the mirror and gasped at his reflection. He looked completely normal, well except for the hair that is. He however had something to fix that. He quickly grabbed the dye out of his belongings and dyed his hair in five minutes. He then looked up into the mirror and didn't recognize himself for a moment. He looked amazing. He punched the air and then left to go to Ambassador Suite 1 for the dinner. He stepped in the turbolift and a few minutes later, he walked out and down to the room. He walked in and nearly gagged at the smell.
"Good evenin' sirs, maam" he said.
He wished he had brought something to dull his sense of smell but knew that would be futile as he would taste something so pungent.
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Post by ajohnson on Jul 11, 2005 1:19:57 GMT
OOC: I couldn't really think of anything else to post, so just to stay active, I thought I'd post this little tidbit.
The Private Life of Chief O'Malley:
The Chief had just finished drinks with Alexander Johnson in the mess hall. Ugh, synthahol, he hated the stuff, it was so bland, and of course, didn't have any of the...interesting effects that real alcohol had. He needed to wash that nasty taste away, so he headed back to his quarters where he had a few bottles of whiskey in his private stash, the REAL stuff.
O'Malley felt slightly misunderstood, especially after the Andorian incident. He never got drunk while on duty. But he didn't see the need to not get drunk while off duty.
After consuming a few glasses, O'Malley tapped his combadge and instructed Ensign Allison, a close friend of his to meet him in Jeffries Tube 57A for some...repair work.
The dubious encounter in Jeffries Tube 57A didn't last too long and didn't involve much repair work, however, O'Malley found it tantalising enough.
After this, O'Malley went to the holodeck and played out one of his holonovels. It was one of the popular series that chronicled the missions of the U.S.S. Enterprise 1701. O'Malley himself, of course, took the role of Captain Kirk. This mission involved an interesting adventure involving the rescue of a few Orion Slave Girls.
After a few hours, however, O'Malley had gone well beyond the original parameters of the program and was now in engineering with the chief engineer, Montgomery Scott, and the CMO, Leonard McCoy, singing a variety of Irish, Scottish and Klingon drinking songs and drinking large amounts of whiskey to boot.
On the completion of the 8th song, O'Malley issued a few orders to the computer, altering the personality perameters of the program to make Mr Spock, complete with Jamaican accent, sing a few ancient Earth reggae songs.
After Spock's rendition of "No Woman, No Cry" the program ended due to the accidental overload of the Enterprise's Warp Core probably due to the negligence of a drunk crewman. O'Malley staggered back to his quarters and fell down on the bed, content with another wonderful day in the life of Brian O'Malley.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2005 9:43:22 GMT
The places were eventully set and Luke suddenly had a thought.
"Do the Baltorians even use cutlery?" He asked Kurzan.
"Erm..." Kurzan started. "I don't really know. We have very little in the database on their customs and rituals."
"Well the best option is probably just to leave them out, they can use them or not, it's up to them." Luke said, hoping that the Baltorians wouldn't take offence over something so little.
Just as Luke was moving the bowls of... of... well whatever the bowl held the doors to the Ambassadorial Suite opened and Tiffani walked in.
"Hey Tiffani, how are you. I hope you can excuse the smell... we are going to have to put up with it, the Baltorians apparantly like it..." He trailed off, not wanting to be disrespectful to the Baltorians.
"Well, as you know this evening I would lilke you to keep a check on our guests, just get as much information as you possibly can through your telepathic abilities or casual chatter, Kurzan is also joining us this evening." Luke said whilst motioning for Kurzan to join them. "Perhaps it would be an idea for you to work on this together but don't forget to have fun. This evening is intended for relaxing not just working."
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Just as Tiffani and Kurzan went off to discuss how they were going to talk to the Baltorians Ensign Sagara entered.
Immediately Luke noticed something different about him, but he couldnt quite place it. After all he had only been serving on the Victory for a few days and he was still quite unfamiliar with the crew. He was hoping that this evening would provide a chance for him to get to know the crew better.
Sagara said addressing Luke, Tiffani and Kurzan. Luke approached the Ensign and smiled.
"Good to see you Ensign." He said. "And early too, thats what I like to see."
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"I am afraid that I must apologise for the smell. It is essential that when the Baltorains arrive we do not draw attention to it. The smell of their food is more important than the taste, hence its pungent odour."
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"Speaking of our guests, can you please inform your security team to escort our guests here at 1855? They know of the meal so it should be no issue." Luke said.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2005 6:18:37 GMT
(Walker had been slaving over a ton of padds that needed to be done immediately. Starfleet Command didn't care what was going on. There were always deadlines to be met. Through all the time spent though there was still more to be done. As Walker looked up from the padd he realized the time. It was 1830 hours)
Walker: Already..
(Walker got up from his desk and was actually half relieved that he could leave the desk part of his job for a while. It usually wasn't the main reason someone becomes a CO in Starfleet. Without hesitation he left his ready room and entered the now half staffed bridge. Most of the senior staff must have been preparing in the suite. Walker made his first stop at his quarters. He had to get changed into that hideous dress uniform that was ridiculed by many starfleet officers. He quickly threw the uniform on and went over to a mirror and confirmed that his hair looked alright and his uniform. As he turned from the mirror the light flickered for about two seconds. At first Walker figured it was probably just the lack of sleep but he decided to confirm with engineering. He knew Gary Owens was most likely preparing for the meal and the assistant engineer Matheson was on the bridge. Ensign Milloy was probably in charge of main engineering)
Walker: =^=Ensign Milloy?=^=
(Walker waited a moment just in case he was in a jefferies tube or preoccupied. After getting no response he repeated)
Walker: =^=Ensign Milloy?=^=
(After getting no response again he gave up on him. He decided it was probably just a bad communicator or he was in a section of the ship where there was some interference)
Walker: =^=Acting Ensign Dez?=^=
Dez: =^=Dez here sir, what can I do for you?=^=
Walker: =^=Ensign, am I going crazy or did the lights just go for a second?=^=
Dez: =^=You're the 3rd person to ask. It's probably just a power fluctuation=^=
Walker: =^=Have you spoken with Ensign Milloy recently?=^=
Dez: =^=About two hours ago sir.=^=
Walker: =^=Thank you Ensign. Walker out.=^=
(Walker left his quarters for the mess hall. As Walker made his way down the corridors it dawned on him what a great ship the Victory-C was. It may not have the luxuries of some ships but it was no doubt the finest ship he'd served on. Walker had passed by the suites in the past but had never had a formal dinner in one. As long as everyone got along it should be a nice evening for all. Walker entered the suite and saw half of the senior staff seated at one end of the table. As he approached them a pungent smell entered his nostrils.)
Walker: Well nice meal, see you all later.
(Walker faked a turn to the door and took a seat at the long table)
Dowding: How did the paperwork go?
Walker: Oh beautiful as always. I just love sitting over a desk reading over padds all day. I wish I was a first officer.
(Walker cracked a smile)
Walker: So how did the preparations go. Nice room selection for it.
OFF: I'm extremely sorry for my lack of posting thus far. There have been many real life issue that took precedence for a while. I'm back now. I'm very impressed with all the posts though!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2005 9:04:27 GMT
The doors to the Suite hissed open and Luke stood as Commodore Walker entered. He approached his CO and smiled.
"How did the paperwork go?" Luke asked.
"Oh beautiful as always. I just love sitting over a desk reading over padds all day. I wish I was a first officer." He said, smiling afterwards. "So how did the preparations go. Nice room selection for it."
"It has gone according to plan. The... 'food' is ready thanks to the marvelous skills of Kurzan, he also helped me choose this location for the meal."
"What time are the Baltorians arriving?" Walker asked.
"Well the security detail is briging them over at around 18.55. However, the rest of the senior crew aren't here yet. This will not make a good impression Sir."
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Post by jamesmatthew on Jul 14, 2005 19:23:05 GMT
------------------------------------------------------------- Scene - Commodore Loskene Ready Room ------------------------------------------------------------
As Loskene dismissed the Ensign and beckoned for Matthew to take a seat. Commodore Loskene > " Commander you have something for me?" Loskene looked busy and a little preoccupied, Matthew sir I been spending a lot of time with the Polanites Ambassador senior Staff desperately trying to update my self with both the Baltorian& Polanites Current Colonies condition and there was a lot to take in.
Cmdr Matthew> " The last communication we receive from the Polanites Government was that all the necessary Transport ships have broken orbit and taken rather more passive positions within the system. Both the Polanites & Baltorian have begun to accept Commercial necessary traffic and started to give permission for temporary orbit in order to do their business."
Commodore Loskene> nodded but Matthew could tell that he considered this as trivialities that did not need a personal visit from his XO.
Cmdr Matthew went on, "as for the New Sensor scans they are looking them over now. According to our new Science Chief the unstable wormhole may be acting as an attractive source for the Spatial rifts and that is why we seem to be getting a growing number of them within the vicinity of the Planetary system. We would need as much Tactical information as possible from the Baltorian and also as much information as we can get on the Planet Polan ?"
Commodore Loskene> took the PADD from Matthew and looked over it thoughtfully, " Very well, but before I will sanction this mission we need to gather this tactical information.
I would like to talk with the new arrival β¦.. this Archangel of the Tao Special Services maybe this alien has information that could give us the edge for such a mission?"
Cmdr Matthew> stood and tugged down on his tunic to straighten his uniform. " Very good sir I will see to it that we gather what we can from the Baltorian Ambassador Staff!"
Matthew left Loskene Ready room but. Somehow he sensed that he was going to see some real action sooner rather than later.
Suddenly Matthew COMM badge went off and the voice of the Chief engineer, " Sir may I speak to you in private for a moment." Cmdr Matthew, " Yes of course Cmdr Gibson illβ meet you on."Deck12
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Commander James T Matthew Executive officer USS JEFFERSON
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Post by sanosuke on Jul 14, 2005 22:41:09 GMT
Gareth saw Luke's eyes linger on him for a moment, trying to figure out what seemed different about him and then he spoke. "Good to see you Ensign," He said. "And early too, thats what I like to see." Gareth smiled and nodded. "Thank ya sir," he said. "I am afraid that I must apologise for the smell. It is essential that when the Baltorains arrive we do not draw attention to it. The smell of their food is more important than the taste, hence its pungent odour," Luke said. Gareth shook his head in a seeming act to clear his head but only managed to take in a deep breath of the smell and choked on it for a moment. "I will be sure t' keep my observances about th' smell t' myself sir. I am used t' havin' t' ignore certain things from experience," said Gareth, not sure whether he should elaborate or not. "Speaking of our guests, can you please inform your security team to escort our guests here at 1855? They know of the meal so it should be no issue." Luke said. "Certainly sir."Anythin' t' take my mind off this smell if only for a moment,[/color] he thought as he tapped his combadge. "=Sagara t' Lieutenant Hemp= Brin' our guests up to Ambassadorial suite 1 in about 25 minutes. And alert me if ya encounter any problems in bringin' th' guests. Sagara out."He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was going to go wrong. Murphy's Law came to mind all of a sudden, "If things are going to go wrong, they will and at the worst possible moment." The smell hit him again and he was suddenly reminded of the rafflesia arnoldii flower that lived or at least used to live in the jungles of southeast Asia which smelled of rotting meat. He hoped his senses would adapt to this pungent smell sooner rather than later. OFF: pic of rafflesia arnoldii flower: digilander.libero.it/wzone1/img/RafflesiaArnoldii.jpg
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2005 9:00:27 GMT
Luke sat and drummed his fingers quietly on the smooth surface of the table. The Baltorians were late and the rest of the senior staff were running behind. He stood up to stretch his legs and he yawned silently. It was then that he remembered he had left the padd with Baltorian greetings on, in his quarters. "Commodore." Luke said approaching Walker. "May I be excused briefly to pick up something from my quarters?" "Of course Commander." Walker said. "I have just been informed by Ensign Sagara's security team that the Baltorians are still 'preparing' themselves." Luke smiled. "Sounds interesting." He said before leaving the Suite. **** Ten minutes later and Luke had arrived at his quarters and was picking up the padd from his desk when he saw the model of the Tiger Shark out of the corner of his eye. He was curious to see how his friends were doing, the last time he had checked it he had seen the the Tiger Shark was most definately not heading towards Risa. "Computer, run the Tiger Shark Star Charts and Ops log through main computer console in my quarters." Luke said. =^= Acknowledged. Program running =^= The computer sounded. Luke sat down at his desk and accessed his computer terminal. The ops report flashed onto the screen and Luke scan read it. "Computer, when were these reports last updated?" Luke asked, tension in his voice. =^= 1.5 hours ago =^= Luke swore and stood up immediately, he quickly through all his belongings together in a pile and stuffed them into his bags. "Computer, initiate site to site of luggage tagged in my quarters. Take it immediately to Shuttlebay 2." =^= Luggage transported =^= Luke frowned and scratched his head. How was he going to explain this to Commodore Walker. He was leaving. Luke quickly changed out of his dress uniform and into his civi's. He then opened the safe that he had had installed and removed the items from within there. He finally stood and was almost ready to go. "Computer, erase all Tiger Shark logs and Ops reports from the Victorys systems. Authorisation 456Beta6716." =^= Authorisation confirmed. Erasure complete =^= Luke wasn't taking any chances. He finally picked up the model of the Tiger Shark and the manual control stick and initiated a site to site transport to the Ambassadorial Suite. Luke frowned as he appeared in the Suite. Commodore Walker had stood when he ehard the familiar whine of the transporter beam. "Commander, what is the meaning of this?" He asked sternly. "Commodore, I have very little time to explain and I am truly sorry for all this. However, I must leave. I have some old friends that are in need of my help. I would never forgive myself if anything were to happen to them. Commodore, I want to have your permission for me to leave but whatever you say I will be leaving anyway." Luke said, trying desperately to keep the emotion from his voice. "I have little choice, don't I Commander?" He replied. Luke remained stock still. "I am sorry Commodore." He said and then paused and quickly glanced around the room, smiling at the senior officers who were there. "Computer, initiate site to site to Shutlebay 2." Luke said and the Suite dissapeared to be replaced by the Shuttlebay. He picked up his luggage that was sitting by a shuttle which Luke climbed into. It had not been prepared but Luke brought online the emergency procedures. The shuttle was ready to launch in less than five minutes. The craft glided out of the Victory and Luke immediately sent the shuttle to warp. He had little time if the Ops report was anything to go by...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2005 18:15:47 GMT
When Walker didn't even acknowledge Firestorm introducing her to him, and even walked right past her off the bridge, T'Val shot an annoyed glance at the people on the bridge. "Is this how a guest gets treated?" she wondered aloud, "Commodore Loskene will hear of this. I hope these diplomats receive better threatment than civillians in Starfleet employment do."
She walked past Firestorm, and briefly touched his shoulder. She didn't like felines, and she was only just able to suppress her allergy, but she felt she had to anyway. "You tried," she said, "I am going back to the Jefferson to report on this."
T'Val walked off the bridge straight to the transporter room. "One to beam back to the Jefferson," she said, and was glad when she rematerialized on her home ship. There she was greeted by Yade, her green firelizard. The little green settled on her shoulder and rubbed her face against T'Val's cheek.
"Yes I am glad to see you too," T'Val said softly, surprised at getting images of affection from the little green. Yade had never really expressed this level of affection before. "I missed you too little one," she continued talking to the firelizard, "have you heard from Nut?"
Yade chirped and gave her the inages she had received from Nut, Tedaks brown firelizard. T'Val froze in her tracks. "They what!" she exclaimed, picking up pace as she hurried to her quarters. There, she found a message from Tedak telling her that their son was kidnapped, and that Starfleet security was doing everything they could to find him.
"I should not have let him go to Assaillant," T'Val whispered sadly, feeling a keen pain in her chest as sadness rose. It wasn't an emotion she was very familiar with, and didn't want to get familiar with either. "If this was planned, they would have come here and endangered the Jefferson's crew," she convinced herself. Nonetheless, she felt oblidged to tell the commodore.
T'Val found Loskene on the bridge. "Back so soon doctor?" the surprised commanding officer asked.
"Apparently, I was not very welcome on the Victory," T'Val said coldly, "I was introduced to Walker, but he did not even acknowledge my presence. The only one actually making time for me was a feline science officer, a rude one at that." Then her voice saddened. "I am not sure if I can be of much use at present. I have received a message from my husband informing me that our son has been kidnapped. I will, of course, do my best towards this mission, but my thoughts are with my son. As you are aware, the child is very important to a group of people that live on Qualinost. I will never be able to forgive myself if anything happened to our child."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2005 2:40:25 GMT
(The time now was 1845 hours and still half the senior staff was missing from the ready room)
Walker: =^= All Victory Senior Staff report to the Ambassador Suite immediately=^=
Walker: It is very important that all of the senior staff be here for this dinner.
Firestorm: =^=Commodore Walker=^=
Walker: =^= Yes?=^=
Firestorm: =^= A Vulcan named T'Val was on the bridge earlier and she claims you ignored her.=^=
Walker: =^=Well she is mistaken then, I never even met her. Well Vulcans can be very paranoid at times. Tell her she can feel free to schedule an appointment with me for tomorrow. Also you're invited to the dinner Mr. Firestorm. Walker out. =^=
(Walker noticed Kurzan setting platters of food on the table. Everything looked like it was cooked right even if it didn't exactly look appetizing. Walker got up from his seat at the end of the table and went over to assist Kurzan.)
Walker: Good work Kurzan, everything looks to be in order.
Kurzan: For my sakes I hope we don't run into these people again. This is some of the most putrid smelling food I've ever come across.
Walker: I'll be sure to hold my nose and close my eyes when I eat.
OFF: Lets get this dinner underway.
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Post by Loskene on Jul 20, 2005 0:46:19 GMT
Commodore Loskene was the first to arrive on the Victory for the dinner reception. It was still quiet, and even some of the senior staff of the Victory were not in sight yet. He headed out of the turbolift and down a corridor, and the mess hall was within his sights. He came up to the door, and looked in, seeing if anyone was inside. It was dim, and there seemed to be a foul stench nearby.
Loskene caught glimpse of an officer speaking to the chef about something. Loskene decided to enter and quietly stepped inside. The chef and the officer looked at the door, not seeing anyone. The officer ordered the computer to raise the light levels. Now they could all see one another. Loskene realized he was in the presence of an old friend, Commodore Walker. Loskene had not seem him in a couple of years, and in fact, when last they spoke, Walker was a captain and Loskene himself had recently obtained the rank of Commodore. Commodore Walker stood there, while Loskene entered. It was tense for a moment, it had seemed that Commodore Walker did not recognize Loskene. But soon enough, Loskene could see that Walker did indeed remember him. Loskene approached Walked and extended a hand. Walker shook it firmly.
Loskene: Greetings Commodore, it is good to see you again. I haven't seen the Victory in years. It's good to know that she is still intact... Though I have to admit, a Victory-D would not surprise me a whole lot.
Loskene and Walker shared a light chuckle at the poor joke.
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Post by jamesmatthew on Jul 20, 2005 21:41:44 GMT
Cmdr Matthew walk in to the party a little bit late he hope that no one would notice as he look around he could see some of the senior officers where already there both of the commodores where there but both Ambassadors where missing
Commander Matthew Made his way over to Commodore Walker and Loskene . Loskene > well commander I see you made it after all.
Cmdr Matthew > yes sir .
Loskene > Commodore Walker Let me introduce you to my number one Commander James Matthew .
Commodore Walker> yes commander we mat about six years ago how have you been .
Cmdr Matthew > Just fine sir I see your number one is missing .
Commodore Walker > Yes he taking care of some lost minutes details .
Cmdr Matthew > yes I know the drill as a first officer job is never done I see our guest of honor have not Arrived yet .
Commodore loskene > no and that Making me more then a little un-nerved Gentlemen this mission is Holding on bye just a Single string Star fleet Need the Mining right to the Deuterium mines on Polan having a war going on is not in the best Interest of the federation or Starfleet so I hope if we can get them to sit down and eat at the same table maybe they can sit down and hammer out a Non-aggression treaty Between them . Commodore Walker > that will be a hard trick to pull off with .
Loskene > Number one I see some of the Ambassadors staff are here why donβt you Nose around and see if you can pick up any news on witch way the wind is Blowing.
Cmdr Matthew > yes sir I see some of the Baltorian Aids over there ill just Go over and introduce my self . Cmdr Mathew heads toward the Baltorian's Aids .
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Post by shhouse on Jul 21, 2005 5:49:19 GMT
Owen looked at the time. 17:55 It appeared as if he was going to be late for the dinner if he didn't rush. Checking his uniform, he didn't notice anything out of place and practically ran all the way to the ambassadorial suite. ==Ambassadorial Suite== Standing just outside the door Owen stopped to catch his breath and to fix his hair. After doing this he walked into the room and was assaulted be a mix of smells, some downright putrid and others vaguely reminiscent of Klingon cuisine. The conversation seemed to be pleasant but subdued as everyone waited to start eating, and it seemed as if they would be waiting a little while yet as the ambassadors didn't appear to be present. Grabbing a glass of what he assumed to be champagne, Owen wound his way past Commodore Walker and another Commodore, who he assumed to be Loskene. "Commodores." Owen politely said with a nod of his head as he walked past. As he looked at the table he was slightly repulsed by the colour of the food. It all appeared either murky brown, blood red, a combination of both and always at least partially decomposed. "If I do have to eat any of that, I guess I'll try the less dead stuff." Owen thought to himself. Owen looked up at that moment and saw the doors open. An ensign walked in dressed in his red uniform and Owen motioned for him to come over. <Tag Gonto if you want to post. If not I'll delete the last section.>
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jul 21, 2005 6:12:29 GMT
Matt couldn't believe his luck. Matt had recieved his orders only days before and now he had to attend a formal dinner with the combine crews of the USS Jefferson and USS Victory. Matt thought that he was late and so ran towards what he thought was the suite, on his way there he crashed into his former crewmate and friend Travor Gronto. "Travor what are you doing here?" Matt asked smiling. <Tag Travor> Thankfully Travor walked in first which gave Matt a chance to make sure his uniform was presentable. A few seconds later he walked into what he could describe was a foul smelling room. Matt was impressed at the company that was present. Commodore Walker amd Commodore Loskene, Matt had made sure to know who he was going to be working under so he looked up their files. "Are you going to eat any of this?" a Lt. that Matt had never met asked him. Matt hadn't even looked at the food yet, but he knew his answer was no. "No, I had a very big breakfast and lunch," Matt said lying, he was starving, but he wasn't dying so he wouldn't be eating the food. Matt knew that there was Klingon cuisine here, but he hated it. Matt never liked any Klingon food except bloodwine which was kind of wierd. Then he spotted it, some bloodwine. He made a V-line to it and took a glass. While drinking he saw that Travor was know talking to the two commodores and a lt. Travor then saw that Matt was looking at him and he returned a weak smile. Matt at that moment remembered what he had done to Travor aboard the Hanson, and he smiled to himself. Matt decided that he wouldn't let Travor go at it alone so he decided to step in to help he hoped. "Hey Travor," Matt said making it seem that he didn't know that he was talking to Commordore's. Matt walked up to him and then acted surprised. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to interupt," Matt said with his an evil smile. "Thanks," Travor said in a whisper and started to introduce himself. off: Hello everyone, nice to meet you ;D. Travor wass up.
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Post by travorgonto on Jul 21, 2005 10:09:32 GMT
Walking towards the suite that the formal dinner was being held on the Jefferson, Travor almost literally bumped into Matt Renoylds. "Travor what are you doing here?" Matt asked smiling.
"Matt!! Good to see you. I was just transfered to the Victory. Man, its good to see that I am not going to be working with people I don't know. Do you know anything about our mission?" Travor replied.
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"Well, Do you think that we should go in?" Travor asked. Travor walked in first, he noticed a LT motion for him to go over to where he was standing. Travor made his way over, "Hello, I am Ensign Gonto. Just transfered onto the Victory," Travor said.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Jul 21, 2005 16:49:09 GMT
"Its good to see you to Travor, but I don't know anything about our joint mission," Matt said. With that said they walked into the room
After Travor started to introduce himself he decided that it was his turn.
"Lt. Matthew Reynolds, I was just assigned to the Jefferson." Each of the officers nodded in acknowledgement and Matt was glad that the worse was over.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2005 17:55:44 GMT
"Yes, you just arrived here," T'Val said coldly, "yet you managed to evade sickbay. Do you not know starfleet protocol, stating that every new arrival to a ship must first report to sickbay for a complete physical, before going on duty?"
The Vulcan healer was still extremely annoyed at the ill treatment she had received earlier on the Victory, especially by the overgrown cat that worked the science console, or at least tried to. And when she complained to her own commanding officer about it, she had been brushed off.
She held on to her glass tightly, semi-glaring at the new operations officer. "Who knows what kind of micro-organisms you brought along from that ill-fated training mission," she stated flatly. She had really preferred to stay aboard the Jefferson but Loskene had made it quite clear that her presence was required. She had objected on the grounds that she was a civillian, however being married to a diplomat certainly had its disadvantages, as she now discovered.
On top of that, she hasn't received any more news about her son's kidnapping and she was extremely worried. Of course, she would never show that she was worried, and only someone who knew Vulcans very well would be able to guess.
"As soon as this party is over, you will report to sickbay," she told the surprised chief of operations, "and that is non-negotiable."
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