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Post by zimmerman on Dec 21, 2007 22:21:27 GMT
"...Marine Captain Westfield was honorbly discharged after an official investigation discovered that she had been injured by three civilians before using lethal force to defend herself. A JAG official commented on the deciscion made by the court, stating that although the Corps did not want to lose such a fine officer, the crime scene was disturbed before the proper authorities could investigate the scene. The Marine Corps has officially protested the investigation, arguing that-"
Kevin turned off the news broadcast. He looked at Kaitlyn, who was staring into the blank viewscreen. Her entire career had been blown away, just like that... what could she possibly do? She was not the type who simply stayed at home, or got a quiet desk job. He had
"I'm sorry," mumbled Kevin.
The ex-Marine shook her head. "Not your fault, Kevin. I don't have any regrets, I just... I don't know what I'm going to do."
"Wolf's a great guy," said Kevin. "I'm sure he'll let you train his people once in-"
"No," interrupted Kaitlyn, shaking her head. "Civilians are not allowed to participate in exercises. Besides, they want me to keep quiet about everything." She blinked back tears and cleared her throat. "I looked at the roster," she said quietly, indicating the PADD on Kevin's desk. "You're short engineers, right? I'm familiar with demolitions, so how hard could it be?"
Kevin put a hand on her shoulder. "If that's what you want, I think Savot will agree to making you an acting ensign. You'll be working with people younger than you, but-"
Kaitlyn laughed. "Somehow, Kevin, that sounds very funny coming from you."
The acting first officer grinned and felt his face turn red. "I... we should go talk to Savot," he said, standing up. "Are you sure about this?"
"Positive," said Kaitlyn in a serious tone. "I'm not going to simply stop living. What do I need to do?"
"I'll send you every tech manual I can find," promised Kevin as they headed out of his quarters. "I know several engineers who would be happy to give you advice, not to mention the department here on the El Salv."
A trio of ensigns rushed excitedly out of a turbolift without regard to Kevin, one already without a pip. Kaitlyn smirked. "You were saying something about working with people younger than me..."
"We're not all like that," replied Kevin as he followed Kaitlyn into the turbolift. "Bridge."
"I though a civilian couldn't be on the Bridge," commented Kaitlyn.
Kevin shrugged. "It might be a problem ouside of this solar system, but in the heart of the Federation the rules are a little more lax. Besides, you've got a legitimate reason to be on the Bridge. I've already deemed it adivsable that you become an acting ensign, and we're going to see if the Captain agrees. Don't worry about it."
The doors opened, and Kevin was faintly surprised to see Roberts departing the ready room. Ethan Hope was manning his station and nodded at Kevin as he passed. The Bridge was strangely quiet - every junior officer seemed to be staring at his or her toes. Not wanting to remain there any longer than necessary, both Kevin and Kaitlyn hurried to the ready room and chimed.
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Post by Savot on Dec 23, 2007 5:46:18 GMT
"Indeed I do sir, first of all, I would not like Lt. Mcleod to be judged in any way to what occured, she was just following orders as you so rightly said, also, I wanted to use this time to apologize about what I did, I now know my actions were wrong, at the time I couldn't be sure whether, even though unlikely, you had be compromised, and therefor, I took those actions to keep the crew safe." Roberts said, pausing for breath, "I also would like to formaly say sorry for ever doubting you Savot, and take this punishment on the chin", John then offered Savot his hand, to show there were no hard feelings.
Savot had been uncertain as to how exactly Roberts would react to the repercussions of his actions, and was inwardly impressed with the professionalism shown by the Tactical officer. The vulcan accepted the offered handshake and returned it, "Your concern for your fellow officer is commendable, Mr. Roberts. Rest assured Lieutenant Mcleod's record will in no way suffer from this event. I am likewise pleased that you understand my point of view in this situation. I shall see you in 2 days, Lieutenant Commander." Finishing the handshake, Savot gave a polite nod to signal the end of the conversation, and heard the Ready Room doors close as he turned to continue working at his desk.
No sooner had the commander taken a seat than the Ready Room doors chimed again with an entry request. Ignoring the illogical urge to guess who it might be, Savot took the much more sensible action of granting entry to see for himself who it was, "Enter."
There were in fact two people entering the room, Kevin and his friend former Marine Captain Westfield. Rising respectfully he greeted them both before gesturing them to sit in the chairs opposite the desk, "Commander, Ms. Westfield. Mr. Zimmerman may already have done so but allow me to welcome you aboard. Though it will not offset your loss, you have my gratitude for your participation in the rescue of my First Officer."
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Savot himself resumed sitting as the 'meat' of the discussion begun. He nodded slightly before replying, "I had heard unsubstatiated rumors while at the medical facility that such might be your fate. Under the circumstances I see nothing wrong with allowing you to remain aboard, though naturally many of the ship's areas will be denied to you as a civilian."
(Response from either/both)
Raising his eyebrow not in surprise but in his own contemplation of the idea just presented to him, Savot nodded slightly again, "Indeed? If that is truly your desire Commander Zimmerman's recommendation will be more than sufficient to enter you for consideration. If you're certain of this course of action I would like a written report of your skills and aptitudes, not official certifications, what you believe yourself capable of doing. We can institute a probationary period in a particular department if you already have a preference; if not we can rotate duty assignments until you find a sufficient 'niche'."
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Two hours after his meeting with Kevin and Mallory, Savot stood on the bridge overlooking a propulsion diagnostic played out on the navigation console. The turbolift doors whooshed upon unnoticed by most absorbed in their work, signalling the arrival of the new science chief. Clearing her throat to politely get the Savot's attention she introduced herself as he turned to acknowledge her, "Lt. Ainsleigh McLeod reporting for duty." She waited to be acknowledged and didn't have to wait long. Savot's face didn't give his thoughts away, but she felt as though she had been judged and she wasn't sure of the outcome.
Clasping his hands behind his back as he turned from the console, Savot bowed his head politely in greeting, "Welcome aboard Lieutenant; I regret that circumstances have prevented my greeting you in person until now." He reached out to take the proferred datapadd from Mcleod, nodding as he read the contents. "Your transfer orders appear to be in order and I understand you've already settled into your quarters. Your academy record speaks well of your abilities, but if you have any questions about our science personnel or procedures I'm sure Commander Zimmerman will not hesitate to offer the benefit of his experience. Do you have any questions for me before beginning official duty?"
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Dec 23, 2007 18:08:14 GMT
"No Sir," Ainsleigh responded to Savot's inquiry about questions. "Thank you." Then she was on to business. "The science department is ready for departure. All personnel have reported in and all labs are in operational readiness."
Trying to keep any emotion from showing on her face and not 100 per cent successful she avoided adding, "All sensors accounted for," though the thought crossed her mind. Vulcans weren't noted for their sense of humor and hers had gotten her in trouble more then once.
The Captain dismissed her and she headed back to the labs thinking to herself, "That went better then I thought."
In the corridors, McLeod passed an officer and woman in civilian atttire. Ainsleigh recognized the marine captain immediately, but realized the woman was in no condition at their only meeting to remember the science officer who'd administered first aid. Slightly puzzled that she was out of uniform, she stepped aside to allow them to pass.
McLeod assertained that the man with her must be Zimmerman by reason of elimination. She'd met most of the other officers aboard and he was wearing the proper uniform. Not wanting to intrude upon what obviously was serious business, Ainsleigh chose not to introduce herself at this time.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2007 1:42:20 GMT
John left for 2 days worth or what could potentialy be hell, he wouldnt have much at all to amuse him self, admitedly, it would be one of his first chances to play his beloved guitar. He had it repleicated a few years back, just before he joined starfleet. It was like the old Gibson Les Pauls, which so many of the 21st century bands used.
He also had a Fender Telecaster, with a beech body, and a maple neck, this was made to his own standards, so wasnt really a vintage Fender. He took hold of the Telecaster, and began struming the strings, finding it was terribly out of tune. He began plucking the high E string, with that in tune he was then able to tune the rest accoridingly, although, it was to ear so it was never going to be perfect.
John then set the guitar down, and began to tune the Les Paul as well, this had faired better, and was quickly in tune again. Once more placing the Gibson down, he lifted the Telecaster up, and began playing an old song he had heard. It wasnt a classic song, nor was it by a well known classic band like Led Zepplin, although bands like theese where almost forgoten, there where just the few left, like John, who acctually listened to music like this.
The song John was playing was by a band called McFly, and it most certainly wasnt one of thir most widely know song, 'That Girl', it was one of thoose songs that once learnt, you loved to play, epecily with a little bit chorus, just a touch, nothing too much or it would ruin the whole sound of the guitar.
John must have ran through it somthing like 4 times before he got bored the same chords over and over, G, C, G, D. And then, G, C, G, D, G, and then the bridge was, AM, C, AM, C, G, D. Then it returned to the normal verse chords. Easy enough chords to play, but together they sound great.
Then, something a little more classic, Stairway To heaven by Led Zep, John was never to keen on bar chords, so this always took a little longer to get started properly on, and as John hadnt played properly in so long, it was difficult to keep his finger barred, never the less, he persisted, and it soon payed off.
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Post by zimmerman on Dec 27, 2007 1:38:42 GMT
Savot rose respectfully as Kevin and Westfield entered, greeting them both before gesturing them to sit in the chairs opposite the desk, "Commander, Ms. Westfield. Mr. Zimmerman may already have done so but allow me to welcome you aboard. Though it will not offset your loss, you have my gratitude for your participation in the rescue of my First Officer."
Westfield nodded. "I appreciate it."
Savot himself resumed sitting as the 'meat' of the discussion begun. He nodded slightly before replying, "I had heard unsubstatiated rumors while at the medical facility that such might be your fate. Under the circumstances I see nothing wrong with allowing you to remain aboard, though naturally many of the ship's areas will be denied to you as a civilian."
"Actually," said Westfield with a determined tone, "I would like to become an acting ensign. K- Commander Zimmerman's already found it acceptable, and I was hoping you would, too."
Raising his eyebrow not in surprise but in his own contemplation of the idea just presented to him, Savot nodded slightly again, "Indeed? If that is truly your desire Commander Zimmerman's recommendation will be more than sufficient to enter you for consideration. If you're certain of this course of action I would like a written report of your skills and aptitudes, not official certifications, what you believe yourself capable of doing. We can institute a probationary period in a particular department if you already have a preference; if not we can rotate duty assignments until you find a sufficient 'niche'."
Kevin looked at Kaitlyn. "We were wondering about engineering," said Kevin.
"I've already had plenty of training in demolitions," explained Westfield. "I know it will probably be very different, but at least it is somewhat similar."
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"Thank you, sir," said Kevin.
After being dismissed, Westfield and Zimmerman made their way to engineering. Failing to locate anyone in charge - most of the department was busy around the ship or off duty - they returned to Kevin's quarters. When they arrived, Kevin stopped moving abruptly and frowned. "I just remembered that I haven't met my replacement."
"What?" Westfield sent him an odd look.
"The new chief science officer," explained Kevin. "I have no idea who it is." He shrugged. "Plenty of time for that later, though. Are you game?" he asked, picking up his tennis racquet.
Kaitlyn grinned.
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Post by Ethan Hope on Dec 27, 2007 7:34:42 GMT
The installation of the new state of the art consoles was now complete and Ethan couldn't be any happier. The passed few days seemed like months and he found that very disconcerting. The El Salvador would be out into space in a few days and that feeling would fade away. Until that happened, Ethan would try to enjoy the remaining days of the shore leave.
"Computer play personal collection of Alba Ra," Ethan said as he entered his quarters. Ethan rarely had the pleasure of listening to his favorite form of music as it was intended to be heard. Luckily for him they were not due to report back for another thirty hours.
Ethan promised himself that he would once again try to reaquaint himself with the rest of the crew. He had been on the El Salvador for a very long time and he only had a few friends. Of the senior staff he talked to Captain Savot most of all, but because he was a Vulcan the conversation usually never waivered from the required task. The El Salvador had recently recieved a few new officers and Ethan had yet to formally introduce himself. He would fix that indeed.
"Computer set alarm for 0400 hours," Ethan ordered as he laid down on his bed and prepared to sleep with the music blaring for all to hear.
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Jan 3, 2008 18:15:50 GMT
Ainsleigh sat in her office finishing up any loose ends. The science department was as prepared as she could make it. McLeod had enjoyed having time to get ready since it was her first assignment.
Wanting to do it right, the extra time had been invaluable, but now she was getting restless. Rumors had been flying about a departure date on the ships grapevine, but nothing official had come down.
She found herself redoing things already done and decided it was counterproductive. Getting up and stretching out cramped muscles, Ainsleigh left calling out to Ensign Amana to take charge.
The best use of her time would be to familiarize herself with the ship. Not having been to engineering, the Lt. took the turbolift down. Most of the crew had already reported, but it still seemed like a ghost ship. The corridors had an eerie quiet. The type usually associated before a storm.
Her footsteps echoed as she approached the engine room. The doors swooshed open and a couple of engineers were recalibrating something. They didn't look up, but their conversation drifted over to her.
A panel was off a jeffries tube. Out of curiosity Ainsleigh looked in. Smiling to herself, the science officer crawled in to explore. Coming to a cross hatch, she swung herself out to a ladder and climbed.
Passing intersecting tubes along the way, she continued up until the ladder ended. Taking the only opening available and feeling like a kid who'd found a secret passage she continued until it dead-ended.
Looking through the grate to see where she was the thought that maybe a screwdriver would have been a helpful tool. At the angle of the slats, all she could see was carpeting.
Preparing to turn around and retrace her steps, voices wafted through. Feeling uncomfortable as an unseen listener, she started to call out, but something stopped her....
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