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Post by jhawk on Nov 23, 2007 0:19:54 GMT
Jess had her hands basically empty right then. She wasn't sure what she should do, and thought maybe some time in the holodeck would be nice.
On her way she ran into a couple of officers talking about something that seemed important. She sighed wondering if she should ask for more details. She was about to just forget it knowing security could take care of their own, but something the person said made her more and more curious. She followed listening in.
"What's this all about?" She asked getting their attentions.
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Post by zimmerman on Nov 23, 2007 21:43:04 GMT
"Yes, sir," replied Quinn obediently. There was a pause. "Are you sure? We don't think that Zimmerman... yes... yes, I understand. Very well." Another pause. "Sir, we lack the- what? No! I refuse to work with him! As soon as we get them involved... oh. I see. I... suppose I could speak with him. Yes. Aye, sir."
Quinn tapped his earpiece twice, allowing communication with his staff once more in the case of an emergency. He accessed the closest public personal viewer in the officer's lounge and took a deep breath before entering the address of his message. "Colonel Wolf, I am Commander Quinn. It is my sad duty to inform you that Commander Zimmerman is missing. I would invite you to assist me - as his fellow officer - in the search for Zimmerman. If you find this agreeable, leave me a message. If not, do not attempt to interfere with my work. Quinn out.
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"There are no transporter logs for Jakob Zimmerman," reported Sarrok. "Indeed, the only legal data available seems to be completely planted. It is likely Jakob Zimmerman does not exist. By cross-referencing what information there is, I would guess that the persona was created over the last two years."
"I agree," commented Lt. Victoria. "His bank accounts lead nowhere. He has spent virtually no money on any typical living expenses, but his house was furnished with a good deal of expensive furniture. Whoever created him has a small fortune at their disposal."
"Collect a list of individuals or family dynasties with the financial capacity to accomplish this," ordered Savot.
Lt. Victoria nodded. "Aye, sir."
"Nothing so far," drawled Delacroix, causing Lt. Victoria's jaw to clench. "In fact, I've found a lot of deaths in the Zimmerman family relating to 'natural causes' or 'accidents.' There are not very many murders reported. They go back a long way, though. A few hundred years, at least. There's one report of a triple homicide from before our species first met, Commander." The man was most sober now, and he added up the number of files he had discovered. "Since then, over three hundred people related to the Zimmerman we're looking for now have died before their fiftieth birthday."
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"Our mole in Black Ops believes the Press Corps, or some other obscure branch in Starfleet, is getting close to us. However, they seem to be elbowing the more... proven branches such as Starfleet Intelligence out of the way."
Schwarz smirked. "Good. The rest of the family is completely removed from this, correct?"
His cousin nodded. "Yes, Daniel. Only those of us here could be legally involved in the attempted murder and kidnapping of Zimmerman. Also, we- we have not found Westfield. She managed to bypass security and has infiltrated this facility."
"If she goes unchecked, we could be in serious trouble," said Schwarz after a moment. "Evacuate this building and flood it with nerve gas. As soon as we have confirmed the death of Westfield, we'll execute Zimmerman and be done with it."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2007 14:29:45 GMT
Wolf got the message as he left the generals office, he was alittle shocked at first.
"Colonel Wolf, I am Commander Quinn. It is my sad duty to inform you that Commander Zimmerman is missing. I would invite you to assist me - as his fellow officer - in the search for Zimmerman. If you find this agreeable, leave me a message. If not, do not attempt to interfere with my work. Quinn out.
Tapping his com Badge " Thank you commander Quinn, yes I would like to assit we might beable to help each other. Something that should have been going on from the start, we are all on the same team and thats the way it should be. But Black ops will have no offical involvement, I will have access to gear but no information on subject. They would seem to be covering them selves in case things dont work out."
" I will join you shortly after I pick up what tatical reports have been kept from your section.I still have some pull but it wont be much. I hope by sharing we can resolve this quickly. I assure you that you will have my full support on this. What ever you might needI will give freely to you. With assurances from you that you will not let anybody know where you got it from. I do not wish to get friends into trouble who are only trying to help. Black ops would not be happy to know I was collecting on favors."
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Dec 3, 2007 11:05:57 GMT
Lt. Ainsleigh McLeod had finally had a chance to catch her breath after the rounds of celebration. She'd seen her friends off to their new assignments, their Lt's pips shiny and new upon new uniforms.
Packing didn't take much time as the petite, auburn haired Lt. hadn't arrived at the academy with much. However she slipped her ever present dirk into her boot, did a final check of her appearance before slinging her dufflebag over her shoulder.
The El-Salvador was in orbit so catching a shuttle hadn't been a problem. It was a Prometheus class ship, so McLeod studied its layout. Being directionally challenged, it was something she did out of habit. Having trained on a Galaxy class ship, the El-Salvador seemed small.
The shuttle docked and in old tradition the new Chief Science Officer asked for permission to come aboard. The ship was being retrofitted and resupplied and it seemed most of the crew were on leave. That suited Ainsleigh just fine. It'd give her a chance to familiarized herself with the ship and her department before reporting in.
Stepping into the turbolift, "Deck 5", she ordered heading towards her quarters. The main advantage over being a cadet was that her quarters were her own! No roommate! It wasn't a very large room, but it did have a separate seating area. Taking no time to unpack, she looked around and realized that the room still looked unlived in. She smiled to herself, "I need to get some stuff.", not that she had any real intentions of doing so.
Taking a deep breath before venturing out, she took a moment to reflect. Chief Science Officer! She was proud of her assignment, but a bit nervous. She'd expected to be assign an assistant position, but the El-Salvador must have needed a CSiO. Determining that she would not let herself or her ship down, McLeod squared her shoulders and headed out to meet the unknown.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2007 16:35:00 GMT
John was not yet official active, so he could spend the next few hours as he pleased. He had already got the systems back to how he licked them, and as for running a holodeck programe, he just couldnt be bothered with it. John was in no mood to be running around blowing holograms heads off, event hough he enjoyed it quite a bit some times.
He left the bridge, John had set his mind on a nice cold drink, but perferrably a strog alcholic one. John rembered that Steven had shown him an old earth drink, he could proply rember the name of it, it was something like Whisky. Although John had only had a mothful, or what Steven liked to call a 'shot' of it, he certainly enjoyed it.
Having arrived, he went towards the bar, the person serving asked what he wanted to which he replied, "A whisky please".
"Not heard that in a while" the barman said with a bit of a grin on his face. John just smiled back politely, then when he was given it, he knocked the lot back in one swig, it was only a shot, like he had back on eath, but he enjoyed it, after that he ordered a large one, this time it was a small glass with a decent ammount it.
John moved away from the bar to find a seat close to the window, so he could peer out at the Earth. It was a wonderful view, the wy the suns light gave it that glow, and how it almost looked like paradise to some planets John had seen in his time in starfleet.
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Dec 4, 2007 23:55:29 GMT
McLeod knew she was early but on the off chance that a commanding officer was on board, she grabbed the PADD with her orders and headed for the bridge. The doors swished open to reveal the compact bridge of a Prometheus class vessel. Some workmen were installing new seating in the command area.
Not seeing anyone, she walked over to the science stations to look. Next to tactical the science station took up a large area and she made a mental note that it could handle two officers. Leaving the bridge she headed for the main science labs also located on deck 1. Arriving, she found her office, Lt. Ainsleigh McLeod, Chief Science Officer, was clearly printed on the door.
Smiling to herself, "They sure don't waste anytime around here,". Dropping down into the chair, the newly appointed Lt. took a moment to relish the position before getting down to work.
Her stomach let out a loud groan of protest at its neglect and the young officer noted that hours had passed. She'd started out by going over personnel rosters. It was odd she thought to herself, you expected an engineer to know the ship, a doctor to be able to take care of all medical problems, but then there was her department. It covered everything from astromony to zoology. No one scientist could possibly know it all.
She'd spent the morning studying her staff's files. They had gaps in chemistry, but she wasn't worried. Medical had strong backgrounds in organic chemistry and she could draw from that if needed. Otherwise it was a well balanced crew. Her stomach called again and Ainsleigh put aside the PADD deciding it could wait.
Quickly pulling up a schematic of the ship, she noted the messhall and headed out for something to eat.
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Post by zimmerman on Dec 5, 2007 5:14:39 GMT
Commander Quinn smiled grimly after he gave Wolf detailed directions to his office, terminating the communication. With any luck the current dilemma would be solved in the near future. The human entered his work area to find Savot had wasted no time in the search for Zimmerman and Westfield.
"Sir," said Lt. Victoria, handing her superior a PADD a few moments after he has entered and been brought up to date. "We've just received a tip from one of our sources inside the Mediterranean cartel. One of the middlemen involved in Jakob Zimmerman's recent purchases has coughed up some information concerning the man's true identity."
"Oh? Did he tell us where we could find this man?" asked Quinn, glancing at Savot. The Vulcan's face was impassive, even at such close range.
Lt. Victoria gave a rare smile that looked slightly uncanny. "Not exactly..."
Wolf entered at that time. Quinn motioned for him to join the conversation, which the Marine did. Victoria continued. "Based upon the information I was given, I tracked down our target to this location," said the Lieutenant, zooming in on the PADD. "We can be there in less than an hour if we take a shuttle now."
Quinn looked at Wolf out of the corner of his eye. "This is a hasty move, Lieutenant. Are you positive-"
"If we wait any longer our target will move again, sir," interrupted Lt. Victoria. "I have evidence that he has already moved multiple times from his stop in Italy after the incident involving Captain Westfield."
"Very well," sighed Quinn. "Wolf, if you would accompany Lt. Victoria down to Earth it would be much appreciated. We could use someone with your... talents. Commander Savot, you are welcome to accompany them if you would like. If not, I would ask you to oversee our operations here while I depart."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2007 15:16:27 GMT
"Very well," sighed Quinn. "Wolf, if you would accompany Lt. Victoria down to Earth it would be much appreciated. We could use someone with your... talents. Commander Savot, you are welcome to accompany them if you would like. If not, I would ask you to oversee our operations here while I depart."
Looking at Commander Quinn and his Lt, think to himself there were to many secert organizations in star fleet no matter what they called them selves. " I would be more then happy to assit in anyway possible. Do we know the status of the marine who was with Commander Zimmerman yet." pausing for a few mins he walked over to Commander Savot and handed he a data pad. " This was everything I was able to get out of black ops, its not much but it might help."
He handed another padd with the same information to Commander Quinn. With one slight change details on how black ops got the informataion. " I trust you will know what to do with this information Commander and trust, that you will not relay how you came about this to anyone. It would put alot of people at risk, who's only concern is helping out"
Looking over at Lt Victoria " I'm ready to go when you are Lt, I took the liberty of bring a few items along in case they are needed. I would suggest that we change out of uniforms, it would make it alittle harder to see us coming if you know what I mean." he was hoping that Commander Savot might tag along on this mission but wasn't sure yet.
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Dec 6, 2007 7:11:19 GMT
Deciding to eat at the bar, the new officer entered to see a Lt. Commander sitting by himself by the windows. She walked up to the bartender and ordered a sandwich with a pint.
Carrying the pint with her, she walked over to the lone patron, smiled, "This seat taken?"
Not feeling it necessary to announce her rank as her pips clearly showed that she was a Lt., "Ainsleigh McLeod, Chief Science Officer," the petite redhead said by way of introduction. Not waiting for an answer, she sat across from the man dressed in a gold uniform.
She realized he might have been enjoying his solitude, but she'd been alone since graduation and it was time to start meeting the people she'd be serving with.
When he turned to look at her, Ainsleigh noted penetrating dark brown eyes, the darkest she'd ever seen. He seemed to look right through her, but McLeod unflinchingly returned his look and added a half cocked smile and repeated, "This seat taken?"
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Post by tiffani on Dec 6, 2007 9:08:07 GMT
Tiffani had been back on the ship for a few days now, she had remained in her quarters for the majority of the return as she had not felt like talking with many people. But now she felt it time to return to her normal activity, Her daughter was resting peacefully and she had mourned respectfully for her, sure she would still be heartbroken but she had to focus on the here and now. she adjusted her uniform some and existed her quarters making way to the turbolift
as she entered she spoke softly enough for the computer to hear her *Lounge* she said, as the turbolift quickly kicked into gear and moved onward toward the lounge, suddenly coming to a halt, and the doors swishing open. she stepped off the turbolift and headed down the corridor making her way to the lounge, she entered and looked around noticing a few of the officers setting around and some sitting by themselfs, she walked up to the bar and sit at the very end, waiting for the bartender to wait on her, he came shortly
*ah, Counselor what can i get for you today?* questioned the bartender
*I'm in the mood for something sweet, how about a Mint chocolate Hot Fudge Sundae and earl Grey tea, hot with a dash of milk and 2 spoons full of sugar* replied Tiffani
*Good Call Commander, i'll get that right away for ya*
Tiffani looked around and observed as she wated for her food.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2007 17:40:53 GMT
John was sat gazing out the stars, oblivious to the world around him, it was almost like he was hypnotized, he was rarther enjoying it, then it was broken by a young petite redhead women, "This seat taken?", he looked around but was almost instently drawn back towards the vastness expanse out the window.
She sat, and said something which John missed again, then she asked if the seat was taken again and John then snaped out of it compltely. "Sorry" he said pausing, "I was in a world of my own there" he said smiling. He then reached out with his hand, "John Roberts, chief tactical security officer" he told her, he was acctually glad of the company for a change.
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Dec 6, 2007 19:22:35 GMT
Taking the seat proffered, Ainsleigh looked over to the bar to see if her sandwich was ready and saw the woman the bartender addressed as counselor. Seeing her own lunch ready, McLeod walked over and thanked the man for it and asked the counselor if she'd like to join them.
"Lt. Ainsleigh McLeod, Chief Science Officer," she introduced herself, "Come and join us."
Taking her lunch back, she rejoined John at the table. She could quickly see the fascination with the view. It was awe inspiring and the newly appointed Lt. hoped she'd never lose that sense of wonder at the vastness of space.
Lifting her pint in informal toast to the view, she took a long draw. Until that moment, Ainsleigh hadn't realized how tense she'd been. Setting the glass down, she took a good look at the man who'd man the station next to hers.
Once she got past the deep brown eyes, her first impression was of a solidly built man who carried his weight lightly. He could have seemed severe but his smile softened this and reached up to his eyes giving his a mischievious look. It was that look that told McLeod that she was going to like him.
Before her stomach could embarrass her with more protests of abuse she chomped down on a corned beef on rye. She noted that the replicators eliminated the fat. Even though she would normally remove it, McLeod missed it because it reminded her that the food WAS replicated. It may still taste wonderful, but the idea still bothered her.
"So, when are we scheduled to depart?" she asked Roberts.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2007 16:04:16 GMT
"So, when are we scheduled to depart?" she asked John.
"Im unsure, I think we have around another week or two before we depart, and to be honest im looking forward to it" John rellied.
He then took another sip of his whisky, he was developing quite a taste for stronger drinksm although was still a bitter man, and he still enjoyed nothing more than an ice coled glass of bitter.
"I havent a clue what we are doing next either, all I know is hope we dont go loosing crew to the extent that we did before, and im hoping if we are to face an enemy, it one we can see, not a little micrscopic virus" John said, at that moment he began to think of the lost crew members, he soon changed subject as Tiff joined them, after all she had just lost her daughetr and probly wouldnt want people to linger on it, as it would bring back bad memorys, and sink her into an even bigger depression than she may have already been in.
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Dec 7, 2007 21:17:31 GMT
She responded, "Amen to that," when John mentioned he was ready for the new mission to start.
McLeod got the definite impression that their last one was difficult. Lives had been lost and she made a mental note to read the final report. Until then, she'd keep her mouth shut.
Her own training mission was classified and her personal hope was that she never had the displeasure of meeting Q again. Their debriefing had taken days and been vigorous with a hint of hostility. It gave her an uneasy feel about the politics behind the scenes at headquarters.
The counselor joined them and was carrying a dessert that would have made any child green with envy. Ainsleigh could have lived on chocolate, but not having had time to visit the gym regularly, she watched what she ate.
Easing her desire, she took another long draw from the pint in front of her. Catching the bartender's eye, she indicated for him to bring another.
"John, would you like another?", she pointed to his almost empty highball.
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Post by Savot on Dec 8, 2007 2:40:19 GMT
"If we wait any longer our target will move again, sir," interrupted Lt. Victoria. "I have evidence that he has already moved multiple times from his stop in Italy after the incident involving Captain Westfield."
"Very well," sighed Quinn. "Wolf, if you would accompany Lt. Victoria down to Earth it would be much appreciated. We could use someone with your... talents. Commander Savot, you are welcome to accompany them if you would like. If not, I would ask you to oversee our operations here while I depart."
Though a part of him wished to join the rescue party to help directly, Savot knew that he would be most useful if he remained here to coordinate. Wolf had the tactical training necessary to complete the mission without needing another pair of hands along, and if Jakob left the scene before the team arrived they would need leads on where to look next, though truthfully if they missed this opportunity it was highly unlikely they would recover Kevin alive. "I will remain here and monitor the area in question to provide Colonel Wolf and Ms. Victoria the most up-to-date intel possible. By remotely accessing the El Salvador's sensors we should be able to watch the area without retasking any of the orbital satellites."
The vulcan turned to his Marine officer as he was handed a datapadd, "This was everything I was able to get out of black ops, its not much but it might help", Wolf explained.
Savot nodded to the Colonel and accepted the data, "Thank you Mr. Wolf we'll put this to use. Though it goes without saying protocol requires me to stress the paramount need to avoid civilian casualties in this operation and as much collateral damage as possible. Also, if the opportunity presents itself without decreasing the probability of mission success, I want you to capture the imposter Jakob Zimmerman alive. Commander Zimmerman's family has been systematically targetted for centuries and if he has any plans to continue his family line in the future he'll doubtless wish his grandchildren free of this threat. Take care, Mr. Wolf."
Wolf acknowledged the vulcan's instructions with his usual Marine professionalism and set off to prep for takeoff with the Lieutenant. When they departed Savot then turned his attention to helping Ensign Sorrak access the El Salvador's sensor array to 'keep tabs' on the immediate area of operations the rescue would hopefully take place within. Knowing this would register on the Bridge and likely raise the proverbial eyebrow, and also in accordance with his own rule that 'Away' personnel check in with the ship every 24 hours Savot used a nearby console to open a visual hailing channel to the ship.
He was soon graced with a view of the Bridge from the opposite side he normally enjoyed and the Operations officer Ethan Hope was again manning the conn. Blinking back a moment's surprise Ethan nodded cordially, =^= Hello sir. Ship status is currently green and at present we have...", he moved up to Ops and took a quick glance at the screens before continuing, "...5 senior officers onboard, including a new Science chief whose transfer orders were confirmed just recently.=^=
Savot nodded, pleased overall at the report. Provided Kevin was reacquired safely it would lessen his workload as First Officer to have someone else take over the bulk of the science duties, =^= Very good Mr. Hope. I'm contacting you both to report in and inform you the El Salvador's sensor array will soon be accessed from this location. We shouldn't need any additional support from aboard ship, just make course corrections as necessary to maintain an orbit within scanning range of the following coordinates. Our business here should be resolved within 1.7 hours in my estimation. Contact me at this frequency if any difficulties arise, Savot out.=^=
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2007 18:10:02 GMT
"John, would you like another?", Ainsleigh said pointed to his almost empty highball.
"Yeah, please" John repllied.
John took a last gulp of his whisky, before handing it back the bartender, who ad come over with the two fresh drinks. John took his third whisky from her, Ainsleigh did like wise with her pint, both setting them down on the now bare table in unison. Just then Tiff joined them again after a brief walk about.
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Dec 8, 2007 21:01:29 GMT
When the bartender passed John's drink to him, Ainsleigh could smell the distinct aroma of whiskey. She didn't care how good synthenol was, it just didn't translate as the real thing. "Good," she thought to herself adding it to the plus column on her growing opinion of the man.
=/\=Lt., the sensor arrays are being accessed.=/\= A young ensign reported to McLeod.
Before responding to the hail, she looked at the two officers at the table, "Anything going on?" She was a little puzzled, the maintenance reports hadn't showed any upcoming work and the ship was in dock.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2007 12:44:42 GMT
=^=Lt., the sensor arrays are being accessed.=/\= A young ensign reported
"Anything going on?" Ainsleigh asked.
John looked towards Tiff, hoping she would have an idea, she too, like John didnt. "I haven't any knowledge of anything" John said, and Tiff just nodded in agreement.
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Post by tiffani on Dec 9, 2007 13:42:24 GMT
Tiffani had been enjoying her peace and queit when an officer walked up and introduced herself.
"Lt. Ainsleigh McLeod, Chief Science Officer," she introduced herself, "Come and join us."
Tiffani smiled politely *nice to meet ya, I'm Counselor Tiffani Rylka, and yes i'll join you, i could use the company right now* she said in a matter of fact tone.
Tiffani followed behind slowly before stopping briefly to speak to another officer, she watched as the science officer joined John and she held back momentarily and then joined them a little bit after, carrying what was left of her Hot Fudge sundae.
She sit half listening to the conversation, looking around trying to keep her mind busy as to not think of her daughter or of recent events. she smiled briefly at them both every so often.
Tiffani Frowned slightly when an Ensign to The New Officer that the sensor arrays had been activated, that was unusual
Before responding to the hail, she looked at the two officers at the table, "Anything going on?"
She was a little puzzled, the maintenance reports hadn't showed any upcoming work and the ship was in dock.
John looked towards Tiff, hoping she would have an idea, she too, like John didn't. "I haven't any knowledge of anything"
Tiffani looked at him puzzled then to Ainsleigh *nothing that i am aware of, though i have been sensing that something isn't queit right, i just assumed that feeling was from my recent loss though* she said stopping sort of mentioning more, she hadn't meant to say that much just yet.
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Dec 9, 2007 16:26:12 GMT
Neither officer had any idea what was happening and Ainsleigh gathered from the Counselor's response that she *felt* something. McLeod also caught Rylka's last comment and could see the tightness around her eyes. Not wanting to pry, she allowed Tiffani her privacy.
Thinking to herself, 'I wonder who the counselor sees when she needs counseling.'.
Tapping her own commbadge, =/\=On my way.=/\=
Turning to her companions, "Sorry," by way of excusing herself, "but I think I'll take a wander up to the bridge and see what is happening.". Had it not been for the counselor's feeling, she most likely would have Ensign Amana check into it and report back.
Ainsleigh wasn't overly concerned since they were currently in space dock, but was curious to see what was going on. Thinking that it was most likely unscheduled maintenance, she returned her glass to the bar and headed out.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2007 19:42:23 GMT
For all Anisliegh didnt know it, John followed suite, he finished off his eightball as quick as he could, and stood and left his galss on the bar and gave a little informal salute to the bartender, to which he just nodded back, and then left.
He caught up with her, and took a tubolift up to the brdge, it was all donr mostly in silence, they arrived on the bridge and began looking for what had caused it.
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Dec 9, 2007 22:45:39 GMT
Roberts and McLeod rode the turbolift in silence to the bridge and walked in tantem to their respective stations. Ainsleigh was happy John had come with her not knowing who belonged on the bridge and who might not.
An officer was sitting at the conn and in the viewscreen the visage of a Vulcan Captain.
"Report" McLeod ordered the officer sitting at the conn without hesitation as her fingers started to glide over the science console to check what was happening.
Out of the corner of her eye she noted that John had also started checking readings, but didn't react concerned with the Vulcan. He seemed familiar with the person. To Roberts she reported, "Sensors are being accessed remotely and scanning a precise area on the planet. " She turned and gave him a look as if to inquire about who the Vulcan was without verbalizing the question.
Mentally she was thankful it wasn't Q and that she still was attired in her own uniform and not the wizard's robes he'd seen fit to put her in. More then once Ainsleigh had wondered why he'd allowed her and Keran to keep them. She had to admit the robe in its sapphire blue and gold thread was stunning.
McLeod's finger hovered, ready to override the sensors and take control of them, but she waited, taking her cue from Roberts.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2007 16:55:24 GMT
Arriving on the bridge, John went strait to manning his console, suddenly Savot's face lit the view screen, but not saying a word he continued doing what ever it was he needed to do. There was something not quite right, Savot would normaly have said what he needed to do, or if classified, would have come up with at east some kinda of credible story to be doing so.
"Commander Savot sir?" John said, watching the view screen.
The Vulcan looked up for a moment, then continued with what he was doing, who ever it was this was not our CO, something wasnt right. John looked toward Anisleigh, who had been watching for a command for a while, John sent a quick private message to her.
"Cut him off and dont allow any outside access to the ships systems" it read
John then began to imput his own codes, so that he, and he alone would have access to them, somthing was going on, and what ever it was, put John, and the El Salvadors crew in danger.
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Dec 10, 2007 17:54:34 GMT
Ainsleigh immediately cut off access to the sensors and ordered the officer at the helm to stand down. Unarmed, McLeod wasn't sure what she could or would do if he didn't obey and made a mental note to hide a phasor under the science station console.
Taking quick readings, she pinpointed the area being scanned and sent the images back to tactical.
Turning to watch the viewscreen she could see the conflicted ensign at the conn, obviously wanting to continue, but paused awaiting further instructions.
What a day this was turning out to be.
*****Much later*******
Ainsleigh had been feeling antsy all day. She decided to ride to release her feelings. The accomplished equestrian had been forced to leave her riding gear at home. The weight allowance of a new cadet being almost nothing and with space travel still being expensive, she packed only what fit in a small duffle bag.
Her one luxury was a pair of jodhpurs that she carried with her to the holodeck. McLeod set the program and entered into a barn. A magnificent stallion neighed at his confinement.
“Hold on boy, I’m coming,” Ainsleigh called out to the horse. Heading into the tack room, she picked up the pair of boots programmed to fit. Quickly and efficiently dressing then tacking up the horse, McLeod mounted in one easy motion.
Horse and rider left the barn and trotted out to the open fields. Starting out at a cantor getting the lay of the land, Ainsleigh’s heels dug in and soon the pair was galloping at full speed. Holding a deep two point seat to allow the horse to jump obstacles they continued until the horse lathered and had spittle flying from his mouth. Ainsleigh too was covered in sweat, her thighs quivering in unaccustomed use. She hadn’t been on a horse since leaving home. Not caring, they flew through the landscape until the horse’s deep breaths told her he could go no more.
Slowing to a trot, McLeod felt exhilarated and turned for home. Knowing she could easily call up the gate, but having no desire to do so. The horse needed walked out and something integral to her makeup would not allow her to ignore the animal’s needs, even a holographic horse. Besides, she’d never minded caring for the horses.
Returning to the barn, Ainsleigh gave the horse a treat of oats mixed with molasses and proceeded to remove the saddle and bit. Brushing him down the smell of horse sweat mingled with her own. The smells of home and that was what had been bothering the young officer.
Since arriving at the academy she’d met and made friends, all soon to be left for a new assignment. She was alone on this day of all days. At home her 21st birthday would not have passed unnoticed. It would have been an event, the entire clan plus invited guests.
Her ride had allowed her time to miss that part, but she realized that her 21st birthday would have heralded her betrothal to a man of her father’s choosing. As a clan chief’s daughter, it would have been a political match. She would have been riding her own horse trying to escape her fate!
Things didn’t seem so bad after putting it all into prospective and tomorrow would be another day. Leaving the barn McLeod hoped she could get back to her quarters unnoticed. As soon as she stepped out into the corridor her holographic boots would disappear and the smell of horses would evaporate leaving only her own sweat and a very bad case of helmet hair.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2007 21:03:03 GMT
Noticeing they were no longer getting the senors reading from the El Sal. He started to worry alittle he didn't want to reach there object blind. He access his data pad and found the senors were turned off on the ship. There was also a security code in place, he saw who's it was. He could spend the time and try to overide it but that would take to long, there were very few people aboard who could lock out systems. This one was definitely there tatical officers.
Looking over at victoria " I'm a need a moment" tapping his combadge" Wolf to Roberts I need a favor a kind of wierd one. I need you to switch on senors again and down link the information to me. I can't explain but you can contact Commander Savot he can explain better then I can at the moment. Also it might not hurt for you to join me on the surface along with whoever you can drag down with you. Make sure your out of uniform for this I'll explain better after you here okay. By the way nice code would have taken me at least 3hrs to bypass it"
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