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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2008 20:50:35 GMT
Colonel Howd opened the doors to the airlock, ready to begin the mission. The mission, to ready the USS Hepta to fly again, was going to be simple. The difficult part was to train the Cadets in their respective fields in the process of getting it ready. While the ship wouldn't be leaving space dock for another week, there was much that needed to get done.
"Tactical operations will commence at 0800 hours, Cadet." Howd formally said to G'Rowk. "After our morning calisthenics, of course." The Lieutenant Colonel ran a tough ship, and valued a rigid routine. "For now, I suggest you find your quarters, and enjoy your last few moments of freedom."
Their paths diverged. Howd's few belongings were already transported to his quarters a few days prior, while the Cadet had yet to put his possessions away. Howd lived simply, and only had items that were required to do his job successfully under Starfleet protocol. He had almost no material possessions.
On the bridge, Howd found the Tactical Station. He had to familiarize himself with it, but it wasn't too far out of his comfort zone. Being a marine by nature, he was going to have to shift his mindset into more of a Tactical role. Marines were purely reactionary. Tactical and Security's role was to minimize the need for reaction. For how similar the two positions were, they clashed more often than not. Marines wanting to react, and Security wanting to preempt.
Before too long, the voice of Commander Manto, the Academy's Public Relations Officer, came over the ship and starbase-wide intercom.
}}All Cadets and Instructors please report to the USS Hepta for training.{{
Colonel Howd couldn't help but feel a bit smug, as his Cadet was already aboard, and the two of them were ahead of the game. It was this smugness, however, that caused him to constantly be held back from further command.
}}Computer, highlight all security substations aboard the USS Hepta.{{ The computer proceeded to highlight all control stations, consoles, and checkpoints throughout the ship. Security doors blinked where sliding airlocks could be positioned for a variety of reasons. He spent the next few hours sucking in as much information about the USS Hepta as he could.
OOC: Please filter in Cadets and Instructors. Find your quarters, and mingle among yourselves until you receive further orders from your instructors. If you have not been assigned an instructor yet, don't worry, you'll be assigned one soon. - Howd out -
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2008 22:52:55 GMT
=/\= All Cadets and Instructors please report to the USS Hepta for training =/\=
Noah dutifully turned his chair, and headed toward the docking port.
This was something he hadn't been looking forward to: transitioning to a new training vessel. The Hanson had been his home. He had gotten to know her intimately. He knew every one of her little quirks, and would exploit to test the limits of Cadet's abilities. But, now she was gone.
He had begged and begged Command to refit her and return her to active duty. But, due to the extent of the damage, and personnel shortages, they couldn't justify continuing the service of the second ship.
Rolling into Hepta's Engine Room, Noah did, however, immediately notice one thing the Hepta had over the Hanson: each level was a single height. No stairs, no steps up, nothing to make him have to engage the stair climber of his chair. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, after all.
"Roland," he called over, noticing the presence of his Deputy Chief, "How do we look?"
"A lot of work to do, sir," Brac called over from a console. "Commander Farland didn't have as high of standards as you, as far as systems' performance."
"There are few engineers that do."
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Post by growk on Mar 13, 2008 23:19:28 GMT
G'Rowk gave a heavy shrug of his shoulder to shift about the weight of the duffel bag he bore upon it, settling the padded strap upon a more substantial portion of muscle as he managed a full and precise salute to his trainer.
"Aye-aye, sir. Should you need me before our routine begins, I will be in my quarters," the Cadet confirmed. He stood in silence for a few moments, watching the officer take his leave, almost curiously inspecting the human before he gave an inward sigh, of no powerful emotion in particular, and took a separate passage. G'Rowk knew the layout of the Hepta, if only in a general sense, from the blueprints that had been recently uploaded into his PADD, but he still took his time seeking out his quarters, familiarizing himself with everything from the brig to the kitchen as he worked his way into the crew's quarters.
The Hepta wasn't exactly the Federation's most advanced or renowned ship -- if anything it was in dire need of repair and perhaps a retrofit or two -- but it still had quite enough room about it. Even as the Cadet stepped into his personal quarters, he almost breathed a sigh of relief at the size of it, a noticeable upgrade from being barracked with three others. Even if he still had to share it with that many others, he could finally stand erect in his own room without fear of banging his head against any stray light fixtures.
With a gentle tinkling of metal within the parcel, G'Rowk set his bag down against the wall closest to the bed he implicitly claimed as his own and undid the latches that held the flap closed. As he folded back the cloth, his eyes fell upon two blades that were the first weapons he had ever learned to use since coming to Earth. Certainly, he could have toted Klingon weapons with him and it wasn't as if he was denying his heritage, but it was more than difficult to fit most of his ancestral weapons in a bag that would barely contain an average human, much less actually use them aboard a starship.
These, however, were a different story. He lifted the two blades, each wrapped in a supple square of leather and tied with thick cords of nylon, and cradled them gently in his hands as he sat on the floor, legs crossed before him, and lay them across his lap, settling his palms each on its own hilt. He didn't remove the weapons from their sheaths, he simply felt the sturdy fabric of the hilt, the unforgiving strength of the cool metal beneath, the life and breath of what many would call an inanimate object. To any other, they were merely "swords", things to be flung about to kill others... to G'Rowk, they were living symbols of courage, to be called upon to both guard and extinguish life.
This was not the Klingon's first time as a pupil, thirsting for knowledge and discipline. If anything, once his training ended here, it would be his first time without the tutelage of a teacher. Of course, he cold never be an eternal student, as the purpose of apprenticeship was to surpass one's master, but could he be a master himself, waiting to be surpassed by his charge? Such brooding turned about slowly in the Klingon's mind before fading into the singularity of silence.
At least now he could meditate without any stray hoverballs assaulting him.
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Post by baxter on Mar 14, 2008 13:29:48 GMT
=^=All Cadets and Instructors please report to the USS Hepta for training=^= Will Baxter was a strong, fit and friendly man. He had always wanted to become a Marine aboard a starship, and he finally had his chance. He stood up and started walking towards the USS Hepta. He hadn't met his instructor yet, but he hoped he would meet him aboard.
Will walked through the airlock. He was very excited to finally be on a starship. He made his way to the bridge, and looked around. He just stared at his surroundings for a while. He was finally living his dream.
After about 5 minutes, Will decided to find his quarters. He was on deck 5 sub-section 20. He walked into his small, cramped room and put his belongings down.
He started to unpack. First a picture of his parents, then his uniforms. He always kept his uniforms folded neatly.
Will decided to wait in his quarters until his instructor arrived.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2008 2:43:32 GMT
"Three hundred ninety nine... .... ...four hunn..dred," Howd gasped on the last push-up. He hadn't done them in a week, and with the sore arm left over from hoverball, they were more strenuous than usual.
He stepped into the sonic shower after disrobing fully, and quickly cleansed himself. It was almost 0800 hours, and he wasn't about to get going without his morning workout routine.
Howd quickly dressed and walked his normal fast-paced walk down the corridor and into the cargo bay.
}}Howd to Cadets Baxter and G'Rowk, please report to Cargo Bay One.{{
When Commander Methos arrives, he would undoubtedly join them. In the mean time, Howd had no issue with taking on a Marine cadet as well. It would be his pleasure, as the beginning training was simple.
Howd stretched his muscles waiting for the Cadets to arrive. He would first have them run laps, then push-ups, then reflex training... perhaps using live phasers, even.
It took awhile for the Cadets to show up, and the Lieutenant Colonel let them know it.
"You would think," he said, retracing his steps back and forth in front of the two, "that new trainees would be more energetic."
He then looked at G'Rowk, remembering how quick the Klingon cadet was back on the Starbase. "And I know you can do better than that."
Tim started jogging, and yelled back... "Phaser training is next... I'll assume you two will be too tired after this jog." implying that they were to follow.
They would get used to his command style. Cadets usually despised the marine's training tactics, and his lack of interpersonal skills. He came off tough, but the training was good for them. Those that made it through ended up as excellent officers.
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Post by baxter on Mar 15, 2008 15:28:47 GMT
Will started to follow Howd. He knew that Howd would be tough on them for the next few days in order to get them into shape. Will didn't mind that though, because he was used to having to run. His father ran with him every day before he joined Star Fleet Academy.
Howd ran the cadets hard, but Will knew it was for the better. A Marine and a Tactical/Security Officer needed to be in shape just incase something happened. Will was tired, but he ran with determination. He wanted to make it, because this was his dream. To be on a starship.
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Post by redosegan on Mar 15, 2008 20:38:58 GMT
Commander Redos looked around with interest as he stepped aboard the Hepta for the first time. The other Section 47 Academy vessel was certainly bigger than the Hanson, though somewhat less advanced. However, since the damage done to the Hanson during her last mission, the Hepta was in better shape, which is most likely why the decision had been made to mothball the Hanson and leave the Hepta as the primary and only remaining training vessel. Since Egan had only been on the Hanson for a single mission, the transition wasn’t particularly difficult, although even with so little personal history with the vessel, the Bajoran officer still realized that decommissioning a vessel with such a rich past was a loss to Starfleet.
Moving towards his quarters, the operations officer passed team after team of engineers, working on open panels and conduits trying to get the Galaxy class starship back into shape. ‘Hmm…it would appear that the Hepta isn’t in much better shape than the Hanson.’ Egan thought to himself as he pressed against the side of the corridor to make room for several officers carrying a rather cumbersome replacement part to its destination. This ship may have been larger, but with all the activity it actually felt a bit more cramped and Redos almost felt in the way.
After spending a few minutes getting acquainted with his quarters, Commander Redos received a message stating his Cadet had been somewhat delayed. That technically meant that Egan could probably return to the Starbase, but since he was already here, the Bajoran officer decided to make himself useful. He may not have been an engineer, but he at least knew how to assist with basic repairs, not to mention the readiness tasks that fell under his own department’s jurisdiction.
The bridge was packed with repair crews and the operations office had no gravity due to some sort of upgrade that was being conducted, so Egan decided instead to check and catalogue the physical resources aboard the Hepta, spare parts and basic supplies. He figured doing that would keep him out of everyone’s way but still accomplish something important. Although usually something delegated to junior officers, it was still an operations task that had to be done at some point.
Arriving in the closest cargo bay, Egan was surprised to find a marine and two Cadets running laps around the storage containers. Not entirely sure whether to say something or just go about his job, the Commander finally settled on just trying to stay out of the way and moved to the nearest terminal to access the logs. ‘It appears I’m going to be hard pressed to stay out of the way no matter where I am…’ Redos thought somewhat dolefully as he pulled up the correct registry.
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Post by growk on Mar 16, 2008 21:15:02 GMT
G'Rowk was straining to finish his last push-up when he heard the intercom in his room break the consistent strains and grunts of his morning workout.
}} Howd to Cadets Baxter and G'Rowk, please report to Cargo Bay One. {{
The Klingon gave a deep sigh as he pushed himself back up from the ground, completing his hundredth of this set and let his feet fall from their position above him, gently dropping his frame out of the handstand that he braced against the only open wall of his quarters.
He would be late for the call, still dressed in nothing but a pair of sitabaki, the very staple of the uniform he was issued when he first began to learn of Earth's martial arts, and he doubted it would be appropriate for a half-dressed Cadet to be wandering about the ship. Quickly changing his clothing in a more standard training uniform of a Tactical/Security officer ( steel-grey jogging pants and a simple white, cotton shirt ), he began a brisk walk from his room toward the cargo bay.
It couldn't have been more than a handful of minutes between the announcement and G'Rowk's arrival, but Colonel Howd already bore a sour look and an equally unpleasant tone as he reprimanded the Klingon and the second cadet. Even as Howd expressed specific displeasure at G'Rowk's tardiness, the Klingon stared at him blankly, deciding that the best way to remain respectful was to avoid any sort of retort or excuse.
As Howd began to jog, G'Rowk had no hesitation immediately following after him, his footsteps melding together with the other two in a solid rhythm as their shoes struck the floor. It was only in the back of his mind that he noticed another officer had arrived in the bay, his focus swiftly returning to keeping pace behind his trainer.
G'Rowk had no qualms about running like this, even as a supposed form of punishment. If anything, Howd's interruption to G'Rowk's daily routine had simply led into the next activity planned, if perhaps for a more prolonged period than expected. Even so, the Klingon was glad to see that the cargo bay held more than enough space to accommodate a rigorous daily routine.
He only hoped whatever ship he could potentially be assigned to would have an equal sense of luxury, especially considering any new training regimen Howd would be teaching. The idea of "Phaser training" alone carried far more meaning than the two words allowed... an idea that already stirred G'Rowk's sense of challenge and danger quite pleasantly.
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Post by xobabygirlxo2128 on Mar 17, 2008 1:47:20 GMT
Lilyanna Parker was being tormented by her old friend and was loving it. She missed him so much since he left the Dallas but she didn't know if she would see him at the academy. He got his orders and she was sad he was leaving. "Good luck Jake i will see u later."
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Lilyanna was walking around the Starbase when she received a call }}All Cadets and Instructors please report to the USS Hepta for training.{{ She headed to the dock and saw other Cadets and Officers enter a ship and she did as well.
She saw a console marked USS Hepta and knew she was on the right ship and headed for the nearest turbolift and said. "Bridge." The turbolift headed up and soon stopped and the doors opened to the bridge of the galaxy class starship. She walked up to a officer in a red uniform and said. "Cadet 4th class Lilyanna Parker Reporting for helm training, Sir."
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Post by baxter on Mar 17, 2008 13:19:20 GMT
Will ran the last few laps panting. He had been running for a long time and his legs burned, but he kept on running. How much more of this would he have to go through. Once again he reminded himself that the Academy was for the better of him and his crew. You need to be fit to be a Marine.
G'rowk was running next to Will. Will knew that G'rowk was training to be a Tactical Officer. ~Should I say hi after training~ will thought, but he knew that Klingons weren't always friendly. ~I'll say hi anyway, what's to loose~.
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Post by methos on Mar 17, 2008 20:28:30 GMT
Methos walked into the Air Lock of the Hepta, looking around he noticed a computer console. He walked over and called up the list of cadets that would be on this training tour.
He noticed that there was a Marine Cadet. He asked the computer where the cadet was. Getting the information, he proceeded to Cargo bay one. Upon arriving, he saw that Lt. Col Howd was doing PT with two cadets. Methos stood by and waited for them to finish.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2008 21:38:09 GMT
"So where do we stand on repairs?" Noah asked Brac.
"Power grid should be repaired by tomorrow. Weapons and shields need a lot more work. They'll take near a week. Oh, and the gravity on Deck 35 is fluctuating by 10% for reasons we can't seem to pin down," the Deputy Chief reported.
"I'll take a look at that one," Noah said, heading over the Chief Engineer's station.
Yet another change Noah wasn't looking forward to was the present lack of Commander Hope's involvement with the ship. She had requested a brief leave due to stress. That disturbed Noah greatly. S'reena was as rock-solid as they came. When she take it, you knew it was bad.
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Post by growk on Mar 18, 2008 23:04:35 GMT
The recycled air of the Hepta's ventilation system seemed to taste sweeter each time G'Rowk drew a breath. His lungs felt as though they were quickly seared with flame each time he exhaled, but each inhale made even the processed ( and continually reprocessed ) air all the more delicious. Certainly, his body was showing signs of fatigue and weariness, but G'Rowk normally ran miles a day for his own sake of discipline, so it wasn't difficult to ascertain that Howd was keeping careful marks on the two cadets so as to continue with the intention of wearing them out.
Without warning, just as such suspicions were taking root in G'Rowk's mind, the Lieutenant stopped in his tracks, leaving the Klingon to barely avoid running right over the officer. Even at the opportunity for brief rest, however, G'Rowk refused to completely halt, knowing full well the amount of lactic build-up such action would create. He instead chose to pace about slowly as he worked to catch his breath, pausing randomly to stretch a limb as he kept himself busy to prevent any weariness from settling in his muscles.
Finally turning to the Marine Cadet, the human also taking his turn in gasping for air, G'Rowk waited a brief moment before extending his hand in salutation. With the way the Cadet had been glancing at the Klingon while they ran, he either had something to say or was blatantly curious, so it would be best for the two to know each other's names, especially if they were to be united in their training.
"I'm Cadet G'Rowk... you must be Cadet Baxter," the Klingon introduced himself and shook the cadet's hand swiftly and briefly, certain to get such formalities out of the way before Howd found yet another reason to exact his sense of justice and punishment upon the two.
Still, despite such a concern, G'Rowk couldn't help but notice how active the cargo bay had become during their run. The Bajoran officer who had arrived earlier was still diligently inspecting the containers, the gentle tapping of fingers upon a data screen echoing impressively amidst the metal crates, but now there was a second officer watching them from the entrance to the bay. Despite the large capacity of the storage area, it was almost beginning to feel a bit cramped, especially if others were going to keep filtering in.
The Klingon allowed his sight to drift about as he made himself more aware of his surroundings, first noting the officer at the bulkhead, the man probably a Marine and teacher, at that, both characteristics given away by his manner of dress and the rather different officer markings he bore. It took G'Rowk a moment more before he could pinpoint the Bajoran from between the piles of containers, keeping himself aware of the older gentleman while being careful not to stare at either one beyond giving the impression that he acknowledged their presence. It wasn't that the Klingon distrusted the officers so much as he understood the gravity of his situation: Two cadets in immediate proximity of three different officers, all from separate divisions, and at the beginning of a training mission that would spell their acceptance into, or rejection from, the Federation. It didn't take much thought to understand that he was being watched like a hawk tracking its prey.
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Post by redosegan on Mar 19, 2008 5:12:30 GMT
“No, no, no! The thruster assembly is still misaligned, and by so much I could send half the officers on the ship to the floor just trying to avoid an asteroid. You know, just last week, I was taking a shuttle through an asteroid field, but it had a correctly aligned thruster assembly. It was a real pleasure to fly, let me tell you. You know what else is a pleasure to fly? They’ve got this new line of fighters that are coming out…now those are just perfect in flight, but I’ve heard of a few problems...”
“I’ll have the thruster assembly properly aligned within an hour, Sir.” the slightly desperate looking crewman promised, backing away and moving quickly towards the turbolift to complete the adjustment from Engineering, even though it could have been accessed from the bridge. With a sigh, Lieutenant Yarick knelt once again next to the open panel beneath the helm to check the relay configuration.
The Bolian helm officer bit his lower lip as he focused intently on his work. He was well aware that his Cadet was due to arrive on the Hepta at any moment, but it was in his nature to want the engines in tip top shape as soon as possible. Balin Yarick was fairly well known at the Academy for being rather fussy when it came to navigational systems, and even though the Hepta wasn’t technically his ship, he wanted everything running smoothly, now. Any engines within the Lieutenant’s general vicinity had to be working at the peak of efficiency, if not better.
"Cadet 4th class Lilyanna Parker Reporting for helm training, Sir." The voice from behind Balin startled him, causing him to jump and hit the top of his blue, bald head on the top of the open console. Crying out in pain, Lieutenant Yarick struggled to his feet, rubbing the offending spot, which would probably be turning into a nice, navy blue bruise within a day, and looked over his newest charge for moment.
“Well there you are! I’m Lieutenant Yarick, and I’m going to be your instructor. As soon as the Hepta is ready for launch, I’ll have you take her out, but who knows when that will be. Between you and me, this ship needs a LOT of work before she’s space-worthy again. But no matter, we’ll just find a nice holodeck and start you off there. I know, I know…you’ve probably piloted more simulations than you can count, but it’s a good place for me to get a real feel for your piloting style and to start assessing your abilities. Oh, but there’s no need to worry! I’m not such a bad guy…you’ll probably do just fine.” Balin encouraged at the end of his first speech. Unfortunately for his new Cadet, he rarely stopped talking with the exception of breathing or waiting for some sort of reply if absolutely necessary.
Indicating towards the turbolift, the blue skinned officer led the way inside the lift, talking the whole time. “I’ll have you run through a few basic maneuvers before moving on to the more difficult items, like asteroid fields. Those are lots of fun, and a good test of any pilot’s skills. Just last week, I was…” The Bolian continued babbling on endlessly, barely pausing to breathe. On the way to the holodeck, he covered the previously mentioned shuttle trip through the asteroid field, his disdain for most recent impulse reactor developments, and a love of Andorian music.
By the time they’d reached the holodeck, Balin realized he’d been talking the entire time and not giving Cadet Parker a chance to speak, something he was often faulted for by his superiors. Flushing a slightly darker shade of blue, Lieutenant Yarick asked, “I’m sorry…I realize that I tend to talk a lot; it’s a Bolian trait, but feel free to interrupt if you have any questions. I’m going to start you off with a few basic take offs and landings, but do you have any questions before we get started?”
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During the workout taking place nearby, Egan kept one eye on the inventory and one eye on the training. At first, the Bajoran was somewhat amused watching the brusque Marine running the two Cadets ragged, though to their credit both the Klingon and the human young men were keeping up admirably. This got Redos thinking...having fought in the Bajoran Resistance during the Occupation and then joining the Bajoran Militia, at one time Redos Egan was a very capable fighter in his own right, but sometime after the Dominion War, whether during his medical career, the switch to Ops, or the past few years, the officer had gotten a bit…out of shape. He may not have been young anymore, but he could be in better condition.
As the group of men finally stopped and began to catch their breath, the operations officer made a split-second decision. Maybe he was due for a little bit of physical/tactical training, just enough to hone his skills, if he still had any. The inventory of the cargo bay was completed, and he still had heard nothing about what had happened to his Cadet, so Commander Redos approached the group, which now consisted of two Cadets and two Marine officers. “Excuse me, I was wondering if I could join in on your training, just for a little while. I know I’m not a Marine, but I was in the Bajoran Militia, so I do have some expertise. I’ll try not to get in your way, but I could use a chance to reacquaint myself with my abilities.”
The original Marine, the one barking orders and pushing the Cadets, didn’t seem to care either way, shrugging his shoulders before giving the order to move out. Falling in line along with the Klingon and Human students, Egan flashed a brief, friendly smile in their direction. “Hello, I’m Commander Redos. I generally instruct the Operations cadets who come through the Academy. It’s nice to meet you both.”
The harsh cough Colonel Howd sent over his shoulders spoke volumes: no talking. Sending a sheepish grin in the direction of his current peers, Egan nonetheless tried to school his features in keeping with the Marine’s style of training. While Redos tended to be very friendly and open with his students, clearly Timothy Howd did not follow that method of teaching. In spite of not agreeing with the Colonel’s philosophies, the Commander could respect his style and see its uses, so he was going to try not to disrupt or undermine his fellow instructor’s efforts.
As they arrived at what looked to be some sort of shooting range, Howd barked for them to all retrieve phasers and prepare for the simulation to begin. Eager to practice his targeting, Redos also quickly grabbed a phaser and proceeded to the railed platform to await the appearance of the small, blinking targets, which would show up once the Colonel initiated the program. This was going to be fun!
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Post by methos on Mar 19, 2008 19:23:59 GMT
As Howd lead the way to the shooting range, Methos quietly instructed his cadet on the ins and outs of being a SMO on a star ship. Commander Redos was tailing behind Methos and Cadet Baxter. Methos slowed down to allow the commander to catch up.
"So Commander, What can you tell me about the occupation? I have always been interested in it." Methos asked.
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It took most of the rest of the journey to the shooting range for Redos to explain what happened to him and his comrades during the resistance.
Once they got to the range, Howd barked at the Cadets to get their phasers. Methos and Commander Redos grabbed one as well. As Howd started the program, Methos saw a target appear in the near distance. Methos estimated that it was about 150 meters away. He also recalled that this particular program had 40 targets ranging from 50 meters to 300 meters. 20 of the targets would be fired upon from a standing position, while the rest would be fired upon from a prone position. Even though this program, like most everything aboard this ship, was older, it still served its purpose.
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Post by baxter on Mar 20, 2008 15:02:11 GMT
"Pleased to meet you" said Will as he held out his hand to shake G'rowk's. Will didn't have much time to talk though, for Howd had other plans. He instructed the Cadets to get to the Shooting Range. They walked to the Shooting Range and grabbed a phaser. There was a slight buzz as Howd turned on the Simulation.
Out of the corner of his eye, Will saw a target. He spun around and pulled the trigger. A laser fired out of the barrel and hit the target. The target disappeared and another one popped up. He shot again, hitting the target once again. He had always had a good aim.
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Post by xobabygirlxo2128 on Mar 21, 2008 1:48:11 GMT
Cadet Lilyanna Parker just listen to Lieutenant Yarick talk and did not want to interrupt him and just let him talk and as we walk i was thinking if the Lieutenant Yarick was okay because he did hit his head befor but just listen to talk and tell me what i will be doing but i did not interrupt him and with that i just keeped to my self for right know and when he was done talking i would ask him then
Lieutenant Yarick asked me "Iām going to start you off with a few basic take offs and landings, but do you have any questions before we get started?āI Sayed back to him "not at this time Sir " then i said "Sir is your Head okay Sir from when you hit it " <tag Lieutenant Yarick >
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2008 19:45:51 GMT
Howd missed his first shot, but each later shot hit the moving target that hovered back and forth about twenty meters in front of Howd. They shot into a holographic screen, giving more depth than the cargo bay would allow. The shielding on the backside of the projection readily absorbed the phaser fire. The others fired as well, and the computer tallied the scores. Howd erased them. It wasn't a competition.
"I suggest we get this ship underway." Howd announced. With the absence of Admiral Drew and Commander Hope, he was placed in charge. This was going to be his last stint of practice command before he would be given command of his own ship.
}}All cadets and instructors to their stations. Let's get this ship on the move.{{
Howd quickly picked up pace, with G'Rowk following behind. "I want to see this ship fly." Howd said, hinting a bit of excitement in the notion. While the marine often showed emotion, he rarely showed the more pleasant ones.
}}Bridge.{{ The turbolift took them to the bridge.
The Helm officer was busy readying his cadet for takeoff, and Howd stood behind the Captain's chair, not feeling comfortable enough to sit in it.
}}Colonel Methos, please inventory our weaponry with Cadet Baxter. {{
Commander Redos entered the bridge and assumed his station. Colonel Howd turned to Cadet G'Rowk, giving him orders to account for the crew, and run through the initial security diagnostics.
Everyone performed their respective tasks as Colonel Howd retrieved the mission parameters from the computer. They were to take the ship approximately 100 km from the station, perform some tactical maneuvers for a few days, and then return. No big deal... but it would be fun.
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Post by redosegan on Mar 23, 2008 4:55:04 GMT
“Not at this time, Sir.” Cadet Parker replied. Yarick opened his mouth to launch into another long-winded speech about flying shuttles and basic tricks of the trade but managed to stop himself as he noted that she was about to add something else. The two seconds it took for her to speak again felt like ages to the talkative Bolian. “Sir, is your Head okay, Sir, from when you hit it?” Lilyanna asked.
Blinking in surprise, Balin replied. “What? Oh, I’m perfectly fine. I’m tougher than I look. It’ll take more than simple knock on the head to do me any damage!” Knocking his fist against his blue, ridged head to demonstrate his point, careful to avoid the bruise, Yarick grinned at his Cadet and added. “And there’s no need to call me ‘Sir’ quite so much, Cadet. Every once in awhile is fine, but Lieutenant or Lieutenant Yarick is perfectly acceptable most of the time. I’d have you call me Balin, but then I’d get in trouble. You can’t be too casual when you’re instructor. You know, when I was a Cadet there was this Ensign who was so casual he…”
=/\=All cadets and instructors to their stations. Let's get this ship on the move.=/\= the announcement over the comm cut the story short, and Yarick sighed deeply.
“Well so much for our little simulation. I don’t know what they’re thinking…taking this ship out of dock in this condition. There’s no way in the past ten minutes they could have already fixed all those things I found wrong earlier. This will be a good test for you I suppose, flying with far less than perfect calibrations.” Balin replied as the two headed back to the turbolift to take them back to the bridge.
“You know when I was an Ensign, I had to make a cargo run in this really old freighter; I don’t know why they even gave me the assignment, considering it had nothing to do with anything…but my superior said they needed someone of my abilities. I had to miss the department meeting, which was so upsetting because I had lots of things I told him the day before that I wanted to bring up to discuss! Anyway, that ship was an absolute disaster! Nothing was aligned or calibrated correctly, and I saw three, THREE, frayed power cables in different areas of the ship! Oh, Deck 1 Bridge,” Yarick ordered, creating only a momentary pause in his story to request their destination and manage to get a new breath of air.
“…So needless to say, I filled up an entire padd with data on what they needed to do to whip that ship back into shape. I believe the Captain was extremely grateful to me, though he seemed too busy to show it properly at the time.” the Lieutenant finished his story as the doors opened onto the bridge. The announcement had already created a response, as several additional officers were on the bridge making their preparations for departure. Fortunately, no one had yet assumed the helm.
“Take the helm, Cadet, and run through the standard departure procedures. I’d be perfectly willing to talk you through them if you’d like, but go ahead and try to see what you can remember. I’ll help you out only if you need it.” Balin offered, going quiet and biting down on his lip as an outward sign of just how difficult a task remaining silent actually was for him. How long he’d manage was anyone’s guess...
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"So Commander, What can you tell me about the occupation? I have always been interested in it." the second Marine, a Colonel Methos from the Hanson if Egan remembered correctly, asked as Redos managed to catch up.
The abrupt question stunned the Bajoran. It wasn’t often he liked to talk about the horrors his people had been forced to endure, but it was rare that anyone actually asked about it, especially so…out of the blue so to speak. Trying to steady the emotions this query evoked, Egan responded by talking in general about some of his experiences while avoiding anything particularly person or sensitive.
Redos mentioned his mother and sister working tirelessly to help treat the wounded, and his father and brother going off to fight. Leaving out any mention of his father and brother’s deaths, he talked about assisting his mother in the clinic and then joining as a field medic. Luckily by then, they had arrived at their destination.
Shaking off the remaining ghosts from the conversation, Egan moved into position at one end of the shooting range in preparation for the targets’ appearances. During the next few minutes, Commander Redos carefully aimed and fired at each mark, hitting some and missing others. His reflexes were a little slower than he would have liked, but all in all, the operations officer didn’t feel he did too badly given how long it had been. ‘I need to do this more often…’ the Bajoran thought to himself as the program ended and he moved to return the phaser to its place.
As Howd made his announcement and the two instructors and Cadets moved for the exit, Redos left for his quarters to check on any additional instructions. There were none, and there was no news of his Cadet either. After taking a moment to ponder his options, Egan decided to stick around and help out. He hadn’t exactly received an order to counterman the previous one, which had been to assist on the Hepta, so the Commander so no reason not to follow through with that.
Arriving on the bridge a few minutes later, the operations officer took his station, glancing sideways at the Cadet at helm and her instructor standing behind her. The Bolian Lieutenant looked almost pained for some reason, but nodded in acknowledgement of his fellow instructor before turning his attention back to the board and what his Cadet was doing. Smiling and nodding in return, Egan glanced down at his own board and began to run through undocking procedures. It would feel good to really get out into open space again, even though they weren’t going far. Simulations were ok, but they couldn’t compete with the real thing.
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Post by growk on Mar 23, 2008 6:49:28 GMT
If there was any sort of activity G'Rowk could have attributed hatred to, it was standard target practice. It wasn't as though the Klingon lacked the ability -- he was a proficient marksman and practiced often -- but, he felt horrifically hampered in such routines. Certainly he'd done his best to work them into his personal regimen, but the Cadet had incorporated them into his combat in a rather... unorthodox way. They were, as was the case with any weapon he trained with, an extension of himself and used as such. In holographic training he would often wield a blade in one hand and a phaser in the other, melding range and melee into an efficient manner of self-defense.
But, now trapped quite a few meters from his targets without any consideration to his personal ability or style... well, G'Rowk's quiet, guttural sigh as he chose a phaser summed up his feelings on the matter rather clearly. Despite such resentment, out of the entire drill, the Klingon only missed three targets that he quickly recovered through successive shots, never needing to fire more than twice. More than once, the Cadet glanced at officer Redos during the drill, impressed that the Bajoran had chosen to join them and even took the time to answer Colonel Methos' prying question maintaining patience and composure and without (outwardly) taking offense.
He was more than relieved when the session ended and Howd erased the scores before announcing the launch of the Hepta. Doubt flooded into G'Rowk's mind as he glanced at his instructor, following close behind once the group began their journey to the bridge. The Cadet would never question his commanding officer's orders and was hardly an engineer by profession... but the Hepta was in no shape to fly. Hover about aimlessly, perhaps, but the vessel needed work. Alot of work.
Were it a Fighter, he could have it tuned and ready to out-maneuver an asteroid field within the day, but... this was a Galaxy class starship. It would probably take him days, with an instruction book, to manually repair the proper conduits for the security systems alone. He could have groaned aloud at the very thought of what work he'd face once he set foot on the bridge, but his better judgment kept his inhibitions in strict order, especially in front of the instructors.
"Cadet G'Rowk, account for the crew and begin security diagnostics and preparation," Howd barked amidst his issue of orders for those present at the bridge.
"Aye-aye, Colonel," G'Rowk immediately acknowledged as he stepped up to the console with which classroom training had forced quite a familiarity to him. As per the Klingon's thought life, he was fully aware and awaiting orders as the group arrived on the bridge. In spite of his almost constant state of contemplation for any matter at hand, he practiced a thorough sense of perception and never allowed his thoughts to monopolize his attention span, especially in the presence of others. It was this sort of contemplation that he found himself in as his worst fears were realized... the Hepta truly was not ready for flight.
"Colonel Howd... we are missing one member of our crew, a Cadet Johnnie Black, assigned for Operations instructions under Commander Redos. The Starbase seems to have listed him as delayed for the time being. As for the security system... I'm working now to route power as best I can, but our starboard firepower is beyond hope of use and in the Hepta's current state we'll be lucky to fire and not have the shields short out. I'm doing all I can from here, sir, but we're going to be more vulnerable than a naked Romulan in front of the Vulcan High Council." His voice was even and deadpan, uttering what would be a pun from most others as a fact to be taken under advisement. Considering all of his training and self-control, G'Rowk was still a Klingon and often lost control of his tact when dividing his attention as he was being forced to do now.
The cadet's fingers moved quickly across the console, rapid tapping emanating from his station as he worked feverishly to prepare the ship's defenses for take-off. Still... regardless of such adverse conditions... the Colonel's tone of excitement made it impossible for G'Rowk to hide the nearly disbelieving smile spreading across his face. Who would have thought training had such a high chance of turning into an adventure?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2008 3:00:51 GMT
Ironically, the security cadet was the one who had caught that Cadet Black had not reported in. It was an example of a Cadet who was well aware of his surroundings, but also a prime example of a Cadet sticking his nose into someone else's business.
"Understood, Cadet G'Rowk, however I am sure Commander Redos would have pointed that out in his pre-takeoff procedure." Howd winked at Egan, allowing him to see he was just toying with the Cadet, yet his voice was a serious as a heart attack. Howd didn't know what kind of man the Bajoran operations officer was, but he seemed like a guy who remained on task and got things done. Surely he could appreciate the Marine putting his cadet back in his place.
"I suggest you continue your pre-flight checkout. If Cadet Black can't see to it to be here in time, then I don't see why we should feel the need to wait for him." This time he was serious.
Cadet Parker was working at the helm station with Balin, who was intent on allowing the young woman to complete the preflight navigation routines without intervention. The work on the bridge seemed to be going well.
He tapped his combadge.
}}Colonel Methos and Cadet Baxter.{{
When the two answered, Howd continued,
}}Confirm that the ship's armament is fully supplied and ready for takeoff. I'm thinking we could do some weapons fire while we are out there.{{
Weapons fire wasn't a part of the mission, but the fourth bullet in the list of tasks in the briefing statement stated something along the lines of "And any other tests deemed necessary by the training facilitator." Howd had nominated himself as facilitator, and nobody so far had seemed to disagree. Weapons fire, he decided, was deemed necessary. He could find a way to justify it, and as long as it wasn't too overdone, he probably wouldn't have to.
The lights on the bridge flickered, and Howd startled a little.
}}Commander Bates, what was that?{{ he asked the chief engineer. This ship was going to get out of spacedock...
"G'Rowk" he unintentionally barked over his shoulder to the Klingon cadet. "Verify security system integrity has not been compromised during the last flicker."
Being a marine by training made Timothy suspicious of everything, almost instinctively looking for a fight. Most of the time it didn't turn out that way, but as a Marine he reacted first, and asked questions later.
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Post by methos on Mar 26, 2008 13:46:20 GMT
Methos and Cadet Baxter were basically exploring the ship, seeing as how Methos was only on it while he was in the academy and how Cadet Baxter has never been aboard her. They got a call from Col. Howd.
=/\=Col. Howd to Col. Methos and Cadet Baxter=/\=
=/\=Go ahead Col.=/\=
=/\=Confirm that the ship's armament is fully supplied and ready for takeoff. I'm thinking we could do some weapons fire while we are out there.=/\=
=/\=Aye, sir. On our way to the armory. (occ: for lack of a better word...)=/\=
As they entered the room, Methos picked up a Padd and had the Computer download the ships current armorment onto it. Then he and Cadet Baxter began to inventory the torpedos.
45 minutes later, Methos tapped his comm badge. =/\=Methos to the Bridge.=/\=
Col Howd answered.
=/\=We currently have 25 photon torpedos and 30 Quantom torpedos.=/\=
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2008 2:29:21 GMT
=/\= Commander Bates, what was that? =/\=
"Unknown, Colonel. We're still tracking it down," Bates replied. "Standby."
"This isn't related to any systems damage," Roland reported. "This thing is shipwide, and none of our problems are that severe."
"I think I have it sir," Woti replied from another console. "I'm detecting an unauthorized access at power distribution control on Deck 21."
"Two unknown biosignatures in that section, Commander," a technician reported.
"Bridge, this is Bates. We've got an unauthorized access of power distribution control on Deck 21. Internal sensors are reading possible intruders in that section."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2008 20:11:29 GMT
S'reena walked across the carpet that would lead her to the docking bay, after enjoying several days of much needed leave. She had known the former Hanson crew had reported to the Hepta and that the old ship had taken aboard several cadets for training, thus this hadn't surprised her, that they would've left without her. After all, the counselor had informed her she wasn't to go anywhere near the ship while she was on leave.
Those past days had revitalised her but had also strengthened her marriage with Michael. The last months had been a strain on both of them, especially with Jayvee getting so sick this often. Doctors were still trying to find out what was wrong with the now one-year old boy, and it was putting strain on their marriage.
When she entered the dockingbay, ready to board shuttlecraft Graeme to take her to the Hepta, she glanced out the window and saw the Hepta was still docked. "What the..." she started, then glanced aside at the dock master. "They haven't even left yet?"
"No ma'am," the dock master replied, shrugging, "they're experiencing difficulties, from what I've observed, though I'm no engineer."
"Are they still attached to the umbilicals?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good, then scrap my shuttleflight. It seems I'm going to walk aboard." She chuckled to herself as she walked away, then stopped at the hatch that'd take her to the Hepta. "Commander S'reena Hope reporting for duty. Permission to come aboard?" At the security officer's nod, she walked on. "I can find my way to the bridge, thank you," she said when the guard motioned for a crewman to lead the way. "I've served on this ship before."
The Romulan walked on, straightening her uniform the nearer she got to the bridge. It was already obvious to her something was going on, but she had no idea what. Quietly, she slipped onto the bridge, avoiding curious glances, then pulled a marine's sleeve. She didn't recognise the marine officer, but it was obvious from his barking orders that he was in command of the ship. "What's going on?" she whispered, after indicating Howd was to remain in command, at least for now. "Why has the ship not left yet?"
When the colonel merely glanced at her, she was certain they had never met. "Commander S'reena Hope, Hepta's first officer," she introduced herself, "I was on leave until now, obviously. So...care to fill me in?"
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Post by growk on Mar 29, 2008 20:46:57 GMT
G'Rowk was externally unphased at the Colonel's attempts to rile or otherwise exert his sense of authority over the Cadet. It wasn't that the Klingon disliked the human or believed disrespecting him was acceptable, exactly the opposite in actuality.
But, his words were cold and calculated as he responded to his teacher. G'Rowk was not about to accept even his own trainer belittling him for following a command. He was expected to account for the crew, and so he had. If he had failed to mention the absent cadet, Howd would have verbally assaulted him in like manner for the oversight. Being forcibly placed in a situation where adhering to the command of a superior only resulted in humiliation was one way to make the Klingon's blood boil.
"Aye-aye, sir, I was following your orders as thoroughly as you would expect of me," his voice cut through the air like a blade aiming for Howd's throat. G'Rowk knew his place, but he would not stand for his teacher reminding him in such a childish way.
At the second command, G'Rowk gave an acknowledging nod and a simple "Aye-aye". Outwardly, the Klingon was stoic and focused, though his heart warred between his notions of honor and the reality of humiliation. Certainly, he could handle such cutting remarks, but it was difficult to accept them from a man he was attempting to place his trust in, as one should do warily but whole-heartedly when amongst comrades-in-arms.
With the flicker of power, though, the Cadet's mind immediately routed itself to intense and immediate concern. He only barely heard the Colonel giving orders, his fingers tapping in swaths across the console before him. He was aware many assumed that, as a Klingon, G'Rowk lacked the basic dexterity and memory to efficiently handle himself at a console or with a PADD. While his knowledge with the ship's systems were as broad as the training any other Cadet received in basic courses, he had enough of his own reason and purpose to be as quick and intuitive as he was with the security console station.
His mind struggled to weed out the important bits of the chatter that broke out over the bridge and commlinks, picking up keywords such as "Deck 21" and "two unknown bio-signatures", as well as giving a distracted salute to the Commander that appeared on deck. The Hepta had become comparatively crowded and hectic in such a short amount of time, but even with all of the sudden circumstances, the Cadet couldn't falter in his work, not with it becoming as dire as it appeared to be. A few more moments of incessant taps against the console and G'Rowk began to report, though his eyes were glued to the screens before him.
"Sir, they're attempting to hack into our guidance and sensor systems... not the ship's navigation, but our weapon controls. I'm doing everything I can to stop them and repair the programs, but..." He lifted his head away for a brief moment and gave Howd a meaningful look. "... they know what they're doing."
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His eyes reverted to their lock upon his own console. "Whoever it is, is working faster from a peripheral station than I can here at the bridge. If they have time to hack, though, they don't have time to move, so they'll be easy to find as long as...." He snorted and muttered a clipped, angry phrase in Klingon. "The access stopped, they're on the move. Activating automated security in available sectors, but large portions of the ship are still in visual and audio blackout... Computer, scan the ship for unknown signatures and maintain 15-second updates."
For what seemed like an eternity, G'Rowk stood in absolute silence, waiting for the computer to give him the requested updates. Of course, it couldn't have been more than a matter of seconds once he received the first update, but time dragged too slowly and yet rushed by too fast as he scrambled to pinpoint the location of the on-board hackers. He lifted his head, unsure who to speak to for a fleeting moment, before recognizing who was now in highest command. "Commander, ma'am, I have visual of the intruders."
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