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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2012 21:53:52 GMT
"The Admiral will see you now, Captain." said the aide. "Captain? Captain Jamison?"
Will startled at hearing his name with the title Captain. He still wore his Commander First Class rank and wasn't used to it yet.
"Sorry Lt. Still kind if new at this." he said with a grin.
He stood and made his way into the Admirals office.
"Captain Jamison. Good to finally meet you. Congratulations on the promotion." said the senior officer.
"Thank you, sir." Will replied as he took the seat offered by the admiral.
"I called you in to give you your first mission and to inform you personally that your XO is on extended leave."
"Yes, sir. I saw her request just this morning." Will answered.
"Well. With her out for a little while, I will leave it up to you should you decide to appoint an Acting XO for the time being. Here is your Mission." said the Admiral as he extended a PADD. "And I wish you luck."
"Thank you, sir." Will said as he stood and took the offered PADD.
He left the office and headed back to the Rainier. He exited the turbolift, crossed the bridge and entered his ready room. He had much to think about.
"Jamison to Communications. Please recall the crew and inform them that we have a mission."
"Aye, sir." came the reply.
He began to read the PADD....
The USS Rainier is tasked to transport a Vulcan ambassador to mediate a political conflict on a planet near the Neutral Zone. When coming aboard, the ambassador presents Captain Jamison with a gift, a plaque with a poem written in stylized Vulcanese. During the negotiations, it is revealed that one of the factions is backed by the Romulans. As if to confirm the revelation, a Warbird decloaks, beams the spy aboard and engages the Rainier in battle. The Rainier takes heavy hits because its shield systems are being affected by interference.
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Post by Michael Aarons on Jan 10, 2012 2:53:34 GMT
To say the holidays were a quickie would be an accepted observation by many people. What isn’t usually expressed is the slow, lingering after effects they seem to have on people. That is because no matter how much time you take to really feel the time of year, whether it’s a simple observation, or a more deeper reverie for the moment amongst those we love, suddenly stopping and resuming the normal operation is a real head-scratcher.
Nothing could be said more about the young commanding officer, fresh on the order, having to slowly end the festivities for his staff and slowly recall his crew. Will had received orders from the brass and it was time to actually take the ship under his rein for a fresh new assignment.
Tavek walked with dignified measure. At 100 Earth years old he flourished in the tenure of his middle age and gazed along the path to docking gate 9-5. The outer robing swayed gently with the casual step taken by the Vulcan envoy who was in no particular hurry to get anywhere soon; in fact, it was more insightful to gaze out among astounding viewing windows than to be at some particular location sooner than later.
The experience of the previous mission was to no small detail a living one. After having played host to Kaylana and the assorted surrogate family, Cmdr. Aarons had said goodbye to his friend as she took a sudden leave for the coming while.
The loss was slow to be felt, although it was sure to be a noticeable one, considering there was more life for him through her than in most of the wildest moments seen in the service.
As Michael walked along, he couldn’t help but find himself watching a scene between the new captain and a party of Vulcans.
“Captain, I believe you will be ‘happy’ to receive this,” Tavek motioned to the plaque which Lanell, his aide, extended to him. Will accepted the gift with the puzzling Vulcan script on it. He didn’t know what it said but remained gracious in his reception.
“Surely Commander, the opportunity to learn, even broaden one’s perspective, of a new language is not lost, in your opinion, by not simply giving you the answer?” he responded in light of Jamison’s curiosity. “I am correct that this is your first experience in command of a vessel?” Tavek’s solemn demeanor was a curiously relaxing one in light of the frightening wit and executive status he carried on board.
“Then I give this as favor to your new service.” His fingers split in that ceremonious manner of the Vulcans as Will thanked them for the gift. K’Mar nodded her head as Jamison looked her way and the three of them were welcomed aboard.
Aarons watched the affair bemused at the goings-on; this might be an interesting time after all.
The Rainier pulled out. She accelerated out of the zone and made for warp.
****EN ROUTE****
The absence of Xin-Ling in security was a marked one but, with hope, the need would not arise on a simple diplomatic escort. Many had had their hand at Tactical before and it wasn’t lost on the commander if it came to it.
In the meantime, the role of Exec. was left empty, leading to an unusual shift in workload. This meant that it was up to Will to figure out how to manage the operation of the ship and the mission simultaneously or appoint someone for the responsibility.
Aarons kept the ship on course while thinking about a few things. He’d had to pick up the pieces of having his private life shot to Hell by the intrusion of women and children while finding out that the person he’d come to care about, had not manage to tell him in any dire fashion that she was retaking on certain duties in the command structure.
Tavek sat cross-legged in thought. He sipped ever so often from the tea provided at his side while the tones of Vulcan music played. To call the music melodious would be almost silly. The tonal qualities of the music were not to provide any particular rhythm but were designed to stimulate thought within the mind.
K’Mar and Lanell committed themselves to the particulars of their destination.
It was hopeful, that in beginning of his career as a commanding officer, that the young Human take some meaningful guidance in the gift bestowed upon him this day.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2012 18:31:38 GMT
With the Rainier on its way toward the Neutral Zone, Will was sitting in his ready room. He had taken the Ambassadors gift and sat it on his desk. He leaned back in his newly requisitioned chair and thought another moment about what he was about to do. He was sure it was the right move.
"Computer. Locate Commander Michael Aarons."
"Commander Aarons is on the bridge."
Will stood and went to the door. He spotted the Navigation's Officer as soon as it opened.
"Mr. Aarons. May I see you a moment, please?" Will asked.
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Post by Michael Aarons on Jan 10, 2012 23:56:37 GMT
With the Rainier on its way toward the Neutral Zone, Will was sitting in his ready room. He had taken the Ambassadors gift and sat it on his desk. He leaned back in his newly requisitioned chair and thought another moment about what he was about to do. He was sure it was the right move.
"Computer. Locate Commander Michael Aarons."
"Commander Aarons is on the bridge."
Will stood and went to the door. He spotted the Navigation's Officer as soon as it opened.
"Mr. Aarons. May I see you a moment, please?" Will asked. Oh great! as he looked up at the sound of his name. Jamison stood waiting as his helmsman moved toward the ready room. Taking a more informal seating to the usual berating or lecture about how you can’t stockpile forks for the day when all weapons are gone and the enemy has himself a spoon, Aarons was a might cautious. <tag Jamison> The impact of his words was staggeringly unexpected. “You’re asking me to…?” <tag Jamison> “Are we really that desperate?” Will looked on in reserved puzzlement. “Never mind...I’ll do it.” <tag Jamison> Lightyears away, amongst some drama, Kaylana felt the tingling of disaster. She could feel that there was a great disturbance in the format of this story and that she would have to hurry back as quickly as she could. Following the meeting, Michael walked out onto the bridge and couldn’t help look at it from a different perspective.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2012 18:32:59 GMT
"Have a seat, Commander."
Will walked around his desk and sat down himself.
"As you may or may not know, Captain Corenette is on an extended leave of absence. During this time, I am going to need someone to fill in as XO" Will started.
“You’re asking me to…?”
"Yes, Mr Aarons. I am asking if you would be interested in filling in." Will said.
“Are we really that desperate?”
Will looked on in reserved puzzlement.
“Never mind...I’ll do it.”
"I don't see it as desperation. I've read your Starfleet record. You've been around a while. Have experience. I think it would be a good step for you." Will added.
The two men stood and shook hands and Will watched as his new Acting XO walked out onto the bridge. He than went back to reading about the planet they were heading to.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2012 21:05:11 GMT
Nathan still had a hard time becoming accustomed to being a ship's counselor. Though he was doing well enough on crew sessions, his first instinct was to head for sickbay every morning after leaving his quarters. The first few times this had earned him a right chuckle from his husband but by now it was starting to become annoying.
He had almost reached sickbay and he could already see the doors when he halted his pace, grumbling to himself under his breath. "I'm getting old," he muttered as he made an about face and headed back to the turbolift. "Bridge."
For some reason, the ride to the bridge seemed slower than usual, and the counselor wondered why. He was certainly awake enough, he had slept well enough and even deep enough because Jayden had to give him a few good pokes for him to wake up. Yet, he was tired lately as if somehow life was literally draining from him. He was home often enough to enjoy the company of his family, but other than that he seemed to put most of his free time into helping crewmembers in need.
He hadn't played Velocity in ages, and hadn't even seen the inside of a pool for weeks. Nathan vowed to himself that, after this shift, he'd go find the ship's pool, or better yet, he'd ask the captain about it. IT would give him a chance to talk to the man again, without the goings-on of a party.
When he got to the bridge he was just in time to hear the CO promote Commander Aarons to first officer. Smiling, the counselor walked up and held out his right hand. "I hear congratulations are in order?" he querried, somewhat unnecessarily.
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Post by Michael Aarons on Jan 13, 2012 3:52:04 GMT
When he got to the bridge he was just in time to hear the CO promote Commander Aarons to first officer. Smiling, the counselor walked up and held out his right hand. "I hear congratulations are in order?" he queried, somewhat unnecessarily.Lightly taking the offered hand, Aarons chuckled in the simplest form as he barely noticed the counselor. “Yes…heehee. It’s just what I’ve been needing.” In the doctor’s confusion he elaborated. “The first step on my way to dominance.” Nathan wasn’t sure what kind of ship he was on but some things just needed to be left alone. He proceeded to the captain’s office somewhat lessened from his own problems yet deeply disturbed by the Cmdr’s. Michael glanced seductively about the bridge before setting his gaze on the chair. He lowered himself into it. The sensation of its texture to his touch inviting, he sat back in the command chair in absence of the CO. “Oh…yes, this is how it should be,” he murmured to himself. He’d have to get himself one of these someday. He sat there feeling the prestige of command proxy. It was an immense feeling lingering about like a lucid dream. He slowly fidgeted. Michael couldn’t see where they were going. He bolted out of the seat and loomed over the helm controls. The settings were still on course as he had set them. Good. He sat back down and let the command come to him slowly. Aarons paced back to the helm. Then he found himself back to command. Having made a route of the chair, the helm, and for a curious display to all the silent occupants on the bridge, he traversed it for the umpteenth time. He finally sat back down again. “What kind of starship is this!!” he blurted. “Why doesn’t the captain just drive?! He’s the one who always knows where they’re going?!” Having just spent the time looking up being an XO on Yeehaw!tm, he marched to the captain’s ready room doors. He lurched back as the doors flew open putting him face to face with Jamison and the doctor. “Um…I believe I have duties to perform elsewhere…You there…random person…!” he pointed maniacally at the junior rank. “Fly this thing!” He bid himself off having severely undermined Nathan’s 5 minute talk with Will about knowing where he’s needed.possibly weirded everyone out.
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Post by Paikea Apirana on Jan 13, 2012 18:22:55 GMT
The past three weeks had been a blur to Paikea. Not only was the women of his dream back into his life but they had once again proclaimed their love for each other. Their routine had established itself almost instantly: they would wake up together, eat breakfast, tour the Starbase, eat lunch at a restaurant, spend a few hours talking, go to work, eat a late dinner, and then go to bed. For Pai it was the way life was meant to be lived.
"I'm going to miss eating at that Bajoran place, that food was great," Katie said as she caught up to Pai and grabbed onto his arm.
"I'm going to miss waking up together," Pai said saddened that Katie had said no to his idea to move into the same quarters. ~I haven't forgiven myself completely, lets do this right~ Katie had said to Pai as he gave a heavy sigh, " you know I'm going to try to convince you every chance I get?"
"I know, but you know the rule. While at work we are colleagues, I don't want to be treated any differently than anyone else," Katie said feigning a serious attitude.
"I know," Pai said as they walked onto the lift," bridge."
"Do you know what we are going to be doing this mission?" Katie asked absentmindedly.
"Not really, I hope its something easy because Captain Cornette had to take a leave of absence for some reason and this will be Commander Jamison's first mission as a commanding officer," Paikea said a bit worried. While he was sure that Will Jamison was a good man and officer, trust had to be earned by a crew and that could only happen through experience and time.
"He'll do fine, he has a good crew supporting him," Katie said as she gave him a quick kiss before the doors opened and ushered them unto the bridge.
All Pai could do was smile and head towards his station. Sadly this would be the most uninteresting part of his job, but he would make sure that it was done correctly and thoroughly. As he inputted his code to begin light sensor sweeps once the Rainier left the system, Pai reflected on how much there was for him to learn.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2012 22:12:11 GMT
Will opened the door to his ready room just as Aarons was walking up to it.
"Commander?" he inquired.
“Um…I believe I have duties to perform elsewhere."
"Very well." Will said with a grin on his face. This is going to be very interesting. he thought.
Will turned his attention back to the bridge and saw his ships counselor.
"Doctor. Good to see you again." said Will.
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Jan 16, 2012 21:39:01 GMT
Lorna actually felt relaxed. She and Cris sat sprawlled on the sofa in their quarters with the remains of a homemade chocolate mouse on the table in front of them. It was the last day they were both on leave.
"You know this is the first time you've unwound since we moved to the Rainer." Cris said as she ran her fingers through Lorna's rather longer hair.
"Hummm," Lorna responded without opening her eyes. She had been listening. It was just an effort to answer. "I think you're right." She knew better than to make any guesses about what their next mission would bring. That was asking for trouble.
"You know why I've managed to relax don't you."
Cris laughed. "Because I'm here?" Lorna was forced to giggle at her wife's calm statement.
Cris took her fingers out of Lorna's hair. "I know you've only let yourself relax because you've finally got sickbay the way to want it and are happy that every single one of your team has relaxed." She smirked.
Lorna shook her head slowly "Whatever did I do to deserve you?"
Cris's smirk grew broader, she liked the more fragile side of Lorna, but even she didn't get to see it very often. "Oh I don't know, saved a life or ten maybe...
Now Lorna laughed. Cris knew her far to well. If she didn't know better she was swear that Cris was the empath in their relationship.
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The following morning Lorna was back in uniform and back at work in sickbay, Cris was also back at work but, being civilian she wasn't in uniform. The Rainer was out of spacedock and travelling at warp, it was supposed to be a simple mission but Lorna knew that 'simple' and 'easy' were not the same thing. At the moment she tending two people who were suffering the results of an over vigorous handball match, one junior scientist who had muddled up his temperature scales and ended up with water well above its boiling point and a botanist with an interesting allergic reaction. It was a fairly quiet day all told and it would be very nice if things stayed that way.
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Post by Michael Aarons on Jan 19, 2012 3:45:36 GMT
The Imperial Warbird, K'sulas, was not far off. It was a daunting predator but like those most deadly, it was not without deliberacy in every action. Commander Aarons reviewed his next steps as he moved through ship. His first endeavor would be to stop by Sickbay and keep apprised of how things are operating. He was greeted fairly quaintly by the doctor upon arrival. "Doctor Holsen," he greeted. She queried as to whether something was wrong as he proceeded to ask how things were. "How are things running today Doctor?" Lorna was understandably confused as to why he would be asking. <tag Lorna> "In absence of Kaylana, I have been placed as Executive Officer in her stead." Lorna stood there waiting for a punch line. "Anyway, I'm here to check in on operations. So...what's new? Lorna proceeded to elaborate on the pulls, burns and sniffles. She also alluded to surgery to remove a head from something. "Well keep up the good work." He turned and strolled off having gained much experience in what it meant to keep a starship running. In his mind, there was a sense of gratification in carrying the mantle of next in line Executive Officer. *** On the Bridge***Will had finished his meetings by now and was starting to wonder how or if he could ever get to captaining with all the multitudes of starship drama. It was the first time he'd gotten to take in the ship when his door chimed. Aarons walked in. He had been gone a fair bit although it was hard to tell with all the things the captain had been engaged in. Michael sat down. "The trade merchants are at odds on Daboraa with the padishah over the trade of water in relation to stiff trade duties. One side doesn't want to ship water at a reasonable price the other side wishes to encourage outside supply which has put a strain on local business. As a consequence, many of the traders and dealers are outraged by those who would outsource their business and have sided with the local monarch to whom state control rests on the majority of water supplies on the planet." <tag Will> "When you're the likeliest to cause problems it's best to know where trouble can arise; although looking back that seems to've been rather counterproductive." Will couldn't find the words. "Many of the Federation have put a great deal of business ventures in trading with the remote world. Therefore it is necessary for the diplomats to come to some conclusion that will prevent destitution on one side or thirst on the other." <tag Will> *** Later On***Aarons wondered down to Engineering. The various operations being carried out in light of the reduced workload were in full motion. He found Cmdr. TEG at work on something as he approached. "Well...how are things down here?" he began. TEG sort of looked at him waiting for a point the conversation he was trying to make. "I've recently been posted to the duties of First Officer...did it suddenly get quiet here?!" The sudden absence of lower ranks was baffling to both of them. <tag TEG> Their conversation was violently shattered by the riptide of shock from the Warbird's disruptors. "NO! NO! NO! This isn't supposed to happen!" Michael shuddered as he held on. No sooner did everyone have time to react to what had happened when they were violently thrown again. "That's not right," Michael gasped. TEG was now grappling with situation reports. Aarons found a display as it showed the shields had not engaged. He imparted this knowledge to TEG as he scrambled to find a reason why and to get them back up. Jamison was overcome by the fact that his ship was under direct fire while the shields were not responding! Of all the times for Chan to leave. Will found himself having to deal with Tactical. <tag Will>
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2012 7:14:44 GMT
*** On the Bridge***
"As a consequence, many of the traders and dealers are outraged by those who would outsource their business have sided with the local monarch to whom state control rests on the majority of water supplies on the planet."
Will had really hoped it had been an easy Diplomatic mission but so far it had been anything but.
"So much for a Vulcan setting things straight quickly." he said. "And I'm sure all these little "interruptions" that have been going on aren't helping."
He watched as Aarons left the bridge again to preform more of his newly found duties.
*** Later On***
Will had finally found a moment to try out his command chair. He had been in it all of roughly three minutes when a Romulan Warbird suddenly appeared in front of the Rainer and began firing.
"SHIELDS!!!" he yelled.
"They aren't responding, sir."
Will quickly found himself back in his old security officer mode as he ran to the Tactical Station to get the shields up.
Unable to figure out the problem himself, he called for Engineering.
"Mr TEG! We have a problem with the shields and we could really use them right about now!"
(Tag TEG)
Before a reply could come, Will heard a calling from his Communications officer.
"Sir. We're being hailed by the Romulans."
"On screen"
The view of the planet was placed by that of a Romulan who quickly dispatched with the formalities.
"Surrender your ship and I will allow your crew to live." he offered.
Will looked at the assailant as if he had lost his mind and before he could reply, the Romulan began speaking once more.
"You know that you have no choice. I am aware that your shields are inoperative. Our spy that was aboard your ship did his job very well. I will give you two minutes to decide."
The screen went blank as Will replayed the conversation. The Romulan had said that their "spy that was aboard your ship". As he began racking his brains to remember who had come and gone, his attention was drawn back to the station before him.
"Sir. The Romulans have beamed someone up from the planet."
Will than knew who the spy had been.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2012 14:47:45 GMT
Nathan never got to talk to the captain on the whereabouts of the ship's pool. The arrival of the Romulan vessel required the captain's attention immediately, and the ship being defenseless against a possible second attack didn't help matters either.
He followed Will out onto the bridge and took to his own seat, secretly wishing he was blissfully unaware of things while being in the safety of sickbay. Silently, he observed the Romulan on the screen and listened to their ultimatum. All the while, he wondered what his little brother would do, or even his sister.
"I think he's bluffing," he whispered to Will, "while perhaps he may be right about the spy he mentioned, I don't think he'd unnecessarily damage the ship, or kill us." He paused. "Leverage is leverage. Perhaps you can try and beam one of theirs to our brig. Then we'd have an even playing field. Spy or no, whoever was beamed on board is still a Federation citizen, and thus his or her life's in danger."
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Jan 23, 2012 22:47:14 GMT
Lorna's day was continuing at a relatively calm pace, she doubted it would last but was prepared to enjoy it while it lasted. She was a little concerned when Commander Aarons walked in to sickbay. Lorna approached him eyeing him for any injuries as he did so. It certainly wasn't time for his physical and he did not appear to be hurt, he also wasn't in enough of a panic for anyone else to be hurt, she could think of no other reason for him to be in sickbay.
"Good afternoon Commander, how can I help you?"
"Doctor Holsen," he greeted. Well that was helpful, still no hint as to why he was here. "Is there anything wrong?" Lorna pushed the issue a bit further hoping to get an answer. "How are things running today Doctor?"
Now that was a strange thing to ask her, "Relatively calm so far, which is good unsurprisingly in my line of work. You came down here to ask me that?" No member of the medical profession would call a shift 'quiet' it pretty much guarenteed that something major, messy or both would happen within an hour. It also guarenteeded that the offender would be ribbed by all other members of the team who had heard the errant comment, after whatever chaos ensued had finished of course.
"In absence of Kaylana, I have been placed as Executive Officer in her stead." Lorna stood there waiting for a punch line.
"Anyway, I'm here to check in on operations. So...what's new?"
Lorna's left eyebrow rose slightly, if he was going to provide such an opening then she was going to take advantage. Besides which it was in a first officer's best interest to know what was going on with the crew.
"Let's see, the handball league has reached the quarter finals and things are getting heated, had two people in this morning with assorted strains and one yesterday with a badly turned ankle. I'm planning on insisting that medical personnel are pitch side for the remaining games. Crewman T'len, the new chemist, apparently isn't comfortable with the Kelvin scale, reasonably major scalds as a result. I've passed word to his superior. Also Dr Hannah Witham has suffered a major allergic reaction to some planets from Syranis Prime, she's going to be off work for two days or until the swelling goes down. The plants are in quarentine. The report on both will be on your desk..." Lorna continued to detail the patients that had come in to sickbay since the Rainer had shipped out. She kept half an eye on what was happening around them, the conversation would be over the second that something happened. She was surprised how long the FO listened for, she could tell when he started to get twitchy even though he hid it pretty well. Lorna wrapped up her story and let him go.
"Well keep up the good work." He turned and strolled off. Lorna still wasn't sure what to make of the whole encounter, all the same she wished him well. First Officer was a hard job.
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Post by Michael Aarons on Feb 3, 2012 23:33:08 GMT
The shaking had stopped. The lingering haze floated along eerily. Many ship’s systems required attention but none more so than the shields. In the time of crisis they had failed even more so, repeatedly.
With a few timed shots from the quantum torpedoes they had made their answer with daring and bold luck. The warbird cloaked and left the Ranier with an absent victory.
“Who dares, wins” was the fortune of the day and now Will was intent on speaking with the ambassador.
“A remarkably unsubtle Romulan you describe,” Tavek observed. “It is not customary of a Romulan to behave in the manner you describe. Therefore it is untrue.”
Confused by it, Will sought clarity.
“By acting in such a declarative manner, it shrouds their true goal. If someone who never showed his face suddenly let it be seen…”
It would mean that you wouldn’t see someone else’s, Will realized.
“The energetic are the greatest tools to another man,” Tavek offered.
***SICKBAY***
Michael stood along the active front that was Sickbay. He watched as Lorna swarmed around the injured as her staff took to treatments and other actions needed.
All the exploding consoles and poundings taken in the recent incident had its effect. Aarons monitored the treatment of the casualties gathered in the attack.
“Didn’t stand a chance. The shields refused to initialize and each hit did more damage each time,” he described.
<tag Lorna>
“We could be facing continuing risks down the line.”
cough cough
The emergency had ended thankfully, and the doctor better needed there than himself. There were other things needed of him and it was about time to leave.
cough cough He made with effort for the door. It was best not to stick around any further. As he found the quickest exit the sudden feeling washed over him like a bad omen. He turned to find Dr. Holsen!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2012 0:52:31 GMT
Will was still standing at the Tactical console when the Warbird made its exit.
"Engineering." he called. "Have we found the problem with the shields?"
"No, sir. Nothing yet. I have teams currently checking everything that has been brought aboard since we took on supplies at the star base."
"Very well. Keep me in formed. I want those shields back as soon as possible. I don't trust them not to return."
Will nodded at the junior tactical officer that was waiting to take over the station when he vacated it. He made his way down to his command chair.
After taking a moment to collect himself, he called a meeting.
"All senior officers report to the Observation Lounge in fifteen minutes."
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Twelve minutes later, Will was standing at an observation port, looking out, when his officers began to arrive.
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Feb 5, 2012 0:00:22 GMT
The red alert indicators flared to life at the same moment the Rainer trembled in a way that Lorna knew meant someone had fired on the her. There went any remaining thoughts about a simple or easy mission Lorna kept her footing as she hurred back to the main part of sickbay. In her mind's eyes Lorna could see people moving to their duty stations throughout the ship, there would be another five people arriving here any moment and secondary sickbay would be coming on line ready for whatever happened, at least Lorna hoped they would be ready.
Casualities started arriving. Plasma burns mostly, consoles, power conduits, so many necessary things that could kill. Starships could be dangerous places, not even counting the hard vacuum outside. She hopped from patient to patient triaging and trusting her team to do what was required of them. Cris was on duty and currently working on a young member of the engineering staff who was going to need at least one new bone in her lower left leg.
Lorna noticed Commander Aarons watching her and her team and the patients. “Didn’t stand a chance. The shields refused to initialize and each hit did more damage each time,” he described. Lorna managed to supress the wince and instead nodded. "That would do it. Who was firing?" She had passed her bridge officers' test and still did the odd shift up there but most of the time when stuff hit the fan she was in sickbay up to her elbows in the fall out.
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“We could be facing continuing risks down the line.”
Now that Lorna had to smile about, she was heading towards 40 and considered herself a cynic. 'Of course they would be facing continuing risks'. She raised one eyebrow. "life would be awfully boring it we did face risks. Of course I do hope that the results of those risks do not require my professional skills."
Commander Aarons once again headed for the exit now that the flow of patients seemed to have slowed down. Suddenly he stopped and blanched. he looked as if he had seen a ghost. Despite have set her empathy to 'off' Lorna felt as if she had walked into a wall of emotion. She swallowed. "Is everything all right?"
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=/\=All senior officers report to the Observation Lounge in fifteen minutes.=/\= and that was the Captain on the comm. Lorna smothered a sigh. They were down to three of the most seriously hurt patients now which was a relief. No one had died in this altercation so far as she knew. She tapped her comm bade and responded to the summons and then asked the computer to remind her in ten minutes. That would give her time to finish up whatever she was doing and get to the observation lounge on time.
Lorna arrived at the observation lounge a little early but surprised to find herself the first to arrive apart from the Captain, he seemed preoccupied with the stars.
"Captain," She nodded as she headed for a seat.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2012 22:50:51 GMT
Will remained by the window as his senior officers filed in. Once everyone was seated, he took his own seat.
"Okay. This is what we know." he began. "Something aboard the Rainier is interfering with our shields. Have we found out what it is, yet?"
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Will listened as his crew gave reports and opinions.
"Until further notice, finding the interference is our top priority. I don't trust the Romulans not to return and we don't know if the device will effect our weapons next time or not. Let's get into the diplomats quarters and check everything there as well. Since we know that Tavek was the spy, we can assume it was something brought aboard by himself or one of his aides.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2012 14:14:43 GMT
ooc: apologies for the entire post copy, Will.
ON: Will remained by the window as his senior officers filed in. Once everyone was seated, he took his own seat.
"Okay. This is what we know." he began. "Something aboard the Rainier is interfering with our shields. Have we found out what it is, yet?"
Nathan took a seat near one of the windows, flanked by his marine husband. Jayden had followed Nathan in, because as one of the currently senior marine officers he felt he ought to be at this meeting, until someone who outranked him decided to attend. "I'm no engineer sir," the marine offered, "but could it be some kind of dampening field?"
"What would be the most likely cause?" Nathan asked, "I'm no engineer either, nor a tactician...but I agree with Corporal Mitchell." How odd, to call his mate by rank.
(any counter suggestions?)
Will listened as his crew gave reports and opinions.
"Until further notice, finding the interference is our top priority. I don't trust the Romulans not to return and we don't know if the device will effect our weapons next time or not. Let's get into the diplomats quarters and check everything there as well. Since we know that Tavek was the spy, we can assume it was something brought aboard by himself or one of his aides.
"Captain, do you want me to talk to the ambassador? It's possible he might talk to a civillian counselor, rather than a Starfleet security squad?" Nathan smiled benignly. "It wouldn't be the first time someone trusted a non-combatant over a combatant. I think I'll be quite safe, also since I don't have the same view on Romulans, as you do. After all, I have extended family among the Romulan people." Which was true as his brother was married to one, and inherited her entire extended family in the process. Their two adopted children too were full Romulan, and their own child half.
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Post by Michael Aarons on Feb 23, 2012 1:47:52 GMT
Commander Aarons once again headed for the exit now that the flow of patients seemed to have slowed down. Suddenly he stopped and blanched. He looked as if he had seen a ghost. Despite have set her empathy to 'off' Lorna felt as if she had walked into a wall of emotion. She swallowed.
"Is everything all right?"Suddenly his masculinity seemed compromised. He struggled desperately for his composure as he tried to face this unexpected moment. “…I’m…fine…” He could feel the dangerous presence of Lorna’s wife upon him as he became aware of her, poised to strike. His aft clenched with tension at the swarming focus placed on him; ‘lambs to slaughter’ crept into his mind. “Don’t you…have um… patients to deal with,” he said with a feign of confidence. “You shouldn’t be bothered by me cough –pardon.” He excused himself as he looked to the door of exalted freedom. Cris was now in closer proximity; move-in-the-wrong-direction-and-I’ll-wrench-your-arm-from-your-socket proximity. Lorna merely cocked her head as he slowly inched to the door hesitantly and as he kicked and screamed when her wife dragged him back in. “No! No!” he screamed and moaned. With a bitter mood and pouty disposition, he was scanned. He didn’t like being in Sickbay; they were always mean to him. “The likelihood of smoke inhalation shouldn’t be taken lightly,” they explained. The tickle at his throat seemed motivated more to be a nuisance than before as they fixated on him. <anything you can add to that, Lorna> ***Elsewhere***Will pondered and rewound the entire encounter with the Romulans in his mind. He fixed upon every spoken word, every detail or action. He regretted not engaging himself with the reports and details of Romulan activity in the area. Graver still was the violation of the Neutral Zone represented by the Warbird’s presence in this part of space. Sitting there in his thoughts a sound played ever so minutely upon his ears. The noise was low and on the cusp of his auditory range. It caught his attention which bled from the problem before him to slowly becoming bothersome. He ventured out of his office but suddenly it was gone. Not there any longer, he abandoned his departure. There it was again. Jamison looked around his office. There was a noise. It was there but not elsewhere yet he could not explain it. He’d have to have them look into that. “All senior officers report to the Observation Lounge in fifteen minutes!” he called. ***The Meeting*** "Okay. This is what we know," he began. "Something is wrong with our shields. Have we found out what that is yet?"Will listened as his crew gave reports and opinions. The Engineering reports talked of diagnostic babble and mechanical minutia. Afterward the question was poised if something was not working. “No, every initialization and actuation we attempted was counteracted afterward,” Michael spoke. There was a passion behind his words that was uncommon. “The matrix was sound, every primary or secondary was in order. The systems we initialized were not designed to fail and without doubt, action, and yet it would not activate. Whatever it is, something, is affecting our shields externally.” The meeting progressed with the business at hand. As it moved on, Will brought to it conclusion. "Until further notice, finding the interference is our top priority. I don't trust the Romulans not to return and we don't know if the device will affect our weapons next time or not.”**********************Daboraa was closely approaching and the diplomatic engagement was at hand. Whatever the conspirators were playing at, it was still necessary that the meeting take place. Michael stopped Nathan privately in the aftermath of the meeting. “I’m taking charge of the landing assignment. I want you on the Away Team. Your understanding of behavior and psychology may yet uncover some piece to this puzzle. I’m keeping the group small; only a couple security.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2012 15:27:16 GMT
The meeting over, Jayden sighed as he rose from his chair. Meetings were often so boring and half of the time the details made no sense to him anyway. He was a soldier, what did he know of science and medicine even though he was married to a doctor. What did he know of complot theories and phenomena. Now murder yes he could understand that, rather he could understand the tactics involved in tracking a murderer down. Engineering too was far beyond his skillset though again he could understand the stealth involved in planting something that could disturb everything else. As a marine, he'd done his fair share of that, leading another team into dangerous zones to do their part of a greater task.
Nathan saw Jayden get up, and rose to his feet himself, wanting to follow him out. They got to spend so little time together lately, he hoped to at least draw a few more extra minutes out of the walk to wherever each needed to be. This plan was turned void, when Commander Aarons stopped him. Scowling to himself, he waved his husband off; they'd meet up later. Their gazes met and a silent promise was exchanged, before Nathan turned his attention to the first officer.
“I’m taking charge of the landing assignment. I want you on the Away Team. Your understanding of behavior and psychology may yet uncover some piece to this puzzle. I’m keeping the group small; only a couple security.”
"Commander, surely you are aware that this is my first assignment as counselor, and that I am primarily a medical doctor?" the counselor responded, not really keen on being on an away mission. "And you are also aware that my combat skills are.. less than acceptable?" He just wasn't a fighter, period.
Aside from that, any away mission he had been on so far, had resulted in him being injured and that was something he'd rather avoid. Yet, he did miss the excitement of them so finally, he sighed. "What is it that I'll be looking for?" he asked after a brief silence.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2012 21:25:26 GMT
With Aarons taking charge of the away team, Will took the time to go over the reports of the area. He had been in his ready room for only a couple of minutes when the humming noise that he had heard earlier caught his attention once more. He quickly began searching the room but to know avail. He finally hit his comm badge.
"Jamison to Engineering. Please send an engineer to my ready room right away." he called.
Unable to concentrate now, he made his way out onto the bridge and headed for the Tactical station. The Acting CTSO stepped aside to give him access.
"Anything new?" he asked the Lieutenant.
"No, sir. Nothing."
Will gave a slight nod and made his way down to the center seat and waited on the Engineer.
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Post by Michael Aarons on Mar 2, 2012 23:39:11 GMT
Commander, surely you are aware that this is my first assignment as counselor, and that I am primarily a medical doctor?” the counselor responded, not really keen on being on an away mission. “And you are also aware that my combat skills are… less than acceptable?” He just wasn't a fighter, period.
Aside from that, any away mission he had been on so far, had resulted in him being injured and that was something he'd rather avoid. Yet, he did miss the excitement of them so finally, he sighed. “What is it that I'll be looking for?” he asked after a brief silence. “I just need someone to look out for suspicious activity. Since you’ve been given the job of figuring out what other people are thinking I thought best to start with you. And no, you can’t bring your husband along. I need you watching the people down there not his hard chest, firm buttocks, lean thighs, cocked brow… or whatever it is you stare at on each other. Besides, you really want to leave your kids unattended on the prime target of a Warbird attack?” Nathan then did or said things I dare not describe because the person who controls him would get really angry and I fear her wrath. ****Bridge****The ship arrived at Daboraa. It was brownish dustball of a world with sparse bodies of water. For that very fact the turmoil on the planet had been caused and it brought the Federation as a consequence. As someone once put it, “water water here and there, but not enough to play nice and think.” The Science station had made scans which required Will’s attention. “We detect neutrinos although their density seems to have either dwindled with time or some other explanation is at hand. It’s a safe bet, however, the Warbird is interested in this planet.”<tag Will> ***Meanwhile***The Warbird lay out there, poised to strike. It had underestimated the Rainier’s might but at a calculated effort. The Romulans waited. It was their nature and they craved victory. ****Later****The delegation met in the transporter room to Aarons and his away team assembling for the escort. The subject of outsiders was a tricky one if not a core issue for these talks therefore the need for decorum was essential. “Remember, we’re just as much diplomats as they are,” indicating the Vulcans. “I don’t want there to be any incident and to keep our place within the matter. Just be cautious of anything suspicious lest we let things go awry that way it’ll smooth the relations over,” spoke Aarons. As the ambassador and his aides stood waiting on the team, Capt. Jamison walked in. He apprised Michael on situation regarding the scans and problems initiating the shields in case of trouble. <tag Will> Everything was ready to go and awaited the word “ Energize.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2012 14:08:47 GMT
“I just need someone to look out for suspicious activity. Since you’ve been given the job of figuring out what other people are thinking I thought best to start with you. And no, you can’t bring your husband along. I need you watching the people down there not his hard chest, firm buttocks, lean thighs, cocked brow… or whatever it is you stare at on each other. Besides, you really want to leave your kids unattended on the prime target of a Warbird attack?”
Nathan narrowed his eyes at the first officer, clenching his jaws together. "Really commander, do you always attempt to insult someone's intelligence? I may not be a Starfleet officer, but I'm hardly stupid. I am well aware that my husband cannot come along and I do believe I have other things to do while on duty, instead of what you think I might be doing. What I do on my own time is none of your business."
The counselor felt insulted and he was visibly angry despite his best attempts to reign it in. "How I leave my children too is none of your business. Jayden too has his duties to attend to and the children will attend either daycare or school. Unless you desire to babysit?" He arched an eyebrow at Aarons in a very Vulcan-like manner. "Do not insult my intelligence again commander, or I'll be sure to file a complaint with the captain. I gave you my concerns over my own presence on this away mission, which in my opinion was a valid question. I also point out that while I may be able to assess someone's state of mind, both as counselor as well as physician, I need to point out that I am hardly a telepath."
He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at the first officer, daring him to respond while stepping onto the transporter pad. He was still trying to calm his breathing and his anger when the captain walked in. Nathan prided himself on being in fit condition, and not having suffered any heart-attacks since coming aboard the Rainier. Now was not a good time to risk one again. "Captain," he greeted as the man approached.
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Post by Kaylana Cornette on Mar 5, 2012 21:53:28 GMT
The sun felt so warm on her face. She squinted up at the sky as it briefly came into view between the heavily leafed trees. Kay sat by the window on the transport that was the final leg in her journey home. Her parent’s home; actually, now it was her father’s home.
Kay’s mother, Ursula Cornette, had passed away before Kay could be at her side. In her haste in leaving the Rainier, Kay didn’t have a chance to tell anyone of her mother’s illness. She had hoped to be there in time, to say a few things to her mother before there would never be another chance. Instead, she was now traveling to help make the final arrangements. The guilt of not coming home enough, of not calling enough, was something she always felt when she thought of home. Now, the burden would be even heavier.
Kay shouldered her bag and as the transport rumbled away, she took a long look at the Cornette home. It was a two-story Victorian with shuttered windows and gingerbread spandrels and gable trim. The house was large and sprawling, but the Cornette’s lived on the second floor as the lower rooms were dedicated to the family business - antiques. Her mother was the business-minded one and Kay wondered how her dad would make it now that her mother was gone.
Sighing heavily, she opened the latch of the wrought iron gate, lumbered up the short stone pathway and entered the shop. The tinkling of the shopkeeper’s bell announced her and she heard someone stir in the backroom.
“Yeah, be with you in a minute,” she heard her dad say and he soon appeared.
Kay first noticed how much older he looked and how sad his reddened eyes were. She expected the usual greeting of “So, the Prodigal returns,” but instead he gave her a kiss on the cheek and huge hug.
“Good to see you, Peanut,” he said as he choked back tears.
Kay squeezed him hard and buried her face in his neck. For a moment, she was 10 again and had someone to lean on. She allowed herself to sob like a child would as they both hung on to each other.
“I tried to get here,” she sobbed, “I did get here as fast as I could.” Her guilt felt like it was suffocating her.
“I know… I know… she knew you tried.” Tears glistened on Jack Cornette’s face for a moment before he quickly wiped them away.
Gathered in the kitchen, Kay talked, laughed and cried with her brothers, their wives, and her dad until the sun was threatening to rise. Suddenly, the kitchen door opened and a mirror image of Kay walked in.
Kay stared as her clone, Lana, rushed across the room and embraced Jack. Her dad returned the hug exactly as he had done earlier with Kay. Kay’s face reddened as she fought back jealousy as Lana was greeted like family. Still shocked at seeing her doppelganger again, Kay sat dumbstruck as Lana then hugged her. Lana released her and their eyes met. Kay looked into a face that reflected her every emotion. The jealousy melted away immediately in the shared pain and sorrow.
Relatives and friends milled about, speaking in hushed tones as they devoured casseroles and fried chicken. The shop had been turned into a dining hall with each antique table and chair arranged to accommodate eaters. Ursula would have cringed to see her antiques so callously treated. However, she would have been pleased at the service – simple and tasteful – just like her.
Alone, Kay sat in a wing-backed chair in an adjoining room. The sun was streaming through the ten-foot tall window, pooling around the chair, and Kay had her feet tucked under her, just as she used to do as a kid. This was her favorite spot to read or sew. Her mother was a remarkable seamstress and felt it necessary to pass on what she had called, ‘a dying art’ in hand sewing. Kay had learned early how to hem, quilt and sew on a button. Funny, she couldn’t remember the last time she had sewn anything. Starfleet uniforms didn’t have buttons. Indeed, sewing was a dying art and Kay and Starfleet were contributing to its demise. And, sadly, she had no one with which to pass on her mother’s skills.
“Kaylana?” He approached her quietly. “I hardly recognized you. You look…” He paused, searching for an appropriate word.
“Older?” She smiled weakly. “It’s good to see you, Stephen.”
“I was going to say, you look so different without the uniform.”
Kay stared at her hands, not knowing what to say. She really wasn’t up for conversation or renewing old relationships.
He knelt in front of her and gently took one of her hands. “I’m so sorry for your loss… I know you’ve probably heard that a hundred times today…”
“Yes, it has been the top response followed closely by, ‘It’s good to see you even under such terrible circumstances’ and ‘Your mother looked so peaceful.’”
He noticed the jigger of sarcasm splashed in her words. He could always read her. “Well, it is good to see you.” He got up as if to leave, but still held her hand in his. “I hope we can talk more… before you jaunt off into space.”
She squeezed his hand, but didn’t look up. “My leave is open-ended. Not sure how long I’ll be here.”
Stephen dallied, watching her and waiting for her to meet his gaze, but she didn’t.
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