Magellan Lin
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Post by Magellan Lin on Jun 3, 2013 18:49:41 GMT
Magellan took a seat on the couch in the spacious office. Drew passed him a cup of coffee and took a seat opposite in one of the comfy chairs.
“It’s been quite a few weeks” Paul opened,
Magellan took a sip from the cup and savoured the bitter taste, “Try a few years, enough has happened to fill several lifetimes, I should know”
Paul returned the wry smile from the Trill. Magellan was quite reticent about speaking about his previous hosts, Magellan was the 7th and Drew had only ever really heard about Toya, the last host and Bryson, an historian in the 23nd century. It was one of the quirks of the trill, the joining had not been a smooth one and the blending most trills had achieved with their symbiont had never been strong or complete.
“I take it you didn’t call me all the way from Assailant to just reminisce”
Paul shook his head, “No.” He stood up and returned his own only half drunk cup to the replicator, “Scotch. Neat” he ordered,
“That bad then” Magellan noted,
“Yes that bad.”Paul took a long swig of the amber liquid and resumed his seat, “I’ve reached a decision. Having the alternate version of me take over again got me thinking about our larger problem”
“And you have a solution?” Magellan asked leaning forward earnestly,
“Of a kind. I need you back out and about.”
Magellan nodded for Drew to go on,
“You’ve done a good job on Assailant, you proved that with your work reintroducing the Debrune to the galaxy and mediating the colonial war. But I need you out there” he jerked a thumb towards the window and the vastness of space. “I m readying a ship for you and preparing a crew”
“I see. I detect this isn’t a request”
“No. We can’t afford requests this is an order.”
“My specific orders?”
“I want you to first of all locate that Vaadwaur sub-space terminal in the Betreka nebula and use it to explore the network. We are looking for... well you know that but on the way make diplomatic contact with as many races as you can, look for patterns, judge the political climate, the usual ‘bodly go’ stuff.”
“And he real reason for the mission?
“Cannot come out. Not yet. Hell the two of us aren’t even certain yet”
Magellan shrugged, “No but the senior staff. I will need a Captain to command the ship.”
“Not even the senior staff. Not yet. No one other me and you will know the real reason for the mission and it has to stay that way.” Paul held up a hand to forestall a comment from Magellan, “I know you’re uncomfortable with that, I am as well. But it’s safer this way... much safer for all concerned.”
Magellan nodded, “Very well. I think I need a scotch to now.” Paul obliged taking the mug and replacing it with a glass, “I’ll start selecting a crew immediately.”
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Post by Magellan Lin on Jun 13, 2013 16:23:46 GMT
The office that Magellan had been assigned during his stay on Starbase 47 was not quite what he was used to. Both Starbase 47 and Assailant were both Spacedock class Starbases but somehow 47 seemed less comfortable than his home.
Magellan paused, he had to stop calling Assailant his home, he wouldn't returning for some time. His new ship would be his home from now on and he wasn't entirely sure when he would see Assailant again. He had no worries about the running of the starbase, F'rass and Zoilip were more than competent at keeping the base running in his absence.
Returning to his console Magellan resumed his selection of crew. He had managed to select most of the junior crew, that wasn't the difficult part. He had found a Grazerite couple to work in Science and had nearly selected a senior staff.
He had been assigned a Marine Captain to be his XO and a Caitian Officer to head up his science team. He had a good idea of the engineering officer he wanted but beyond that he wasn't sure and time was running out.
The ship had to be staffed and ready to depart within 10 days.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2013 17:03:38 GMT
When one considered how big space was, it really was funny how small the world really was. Such were the thoughts of Paul Drew as he reviewed the latest messages that had come in for him over night. It was all pretty standard stuff really, a few ship reports, a security report about the on-going illegal activities of a Ferengi and some reports of strange occurrences on the Romulan boarder. Keying in a code to access the secure channel he scanned over the more classified messages to see if there was anything there of importance, maybe a Borg incursion or yet another temporal disturbance. To his disappointed there was only one message.
Letting out a small sigh of impatience and frustration he pressed another code on the console infront of him, which opened up a call window. He held his hand up to the holographic display and began flicking his fingers through his contacts list, until he found the details for the person who had sent him the message. He only had to wait a few minutes for an answer.
“Good morning sir,” he said as the face of an old white haired human male appeared on his screen.
“Got my message then Paul,” the man answered in a gruff voice, “was starting to wonder if you were going to bother.”
“What can I say Bill? It’s busy out here on the final frontier,” even Drew laughed as he said the words, the area of space where Section 47 was located had long since ceased to be considered the final frontier of anywhere.
“I’ll remember that,” the Commander in Chief of Starfleet answered, “but pleasantries aside, we have a lot to talk about.”
“Indeed we do,” Drew answered more seriously, “after years of having my budget cut back, I suddenly have two new starships and most of my senior staff have suddenly joined the Admiralty.”
“All well deserved,” Bill answered evasively.
“What’s really going on?” Drew asked, leaning forward as if he could square up to the holographic recreation of his superior officer.
“Magellan like the new ship?” Bill asked, blinking rapidly as he changed the subject.
“Loves it,” Drew said dismissively, “now tell me what is going on.”
Bill chuckled and shook his head amusingly.
“Always the same, no matter how many pips we put on that collar of yours or how grey the hair gets.”
“You can hardly talk about too many pips and fading hair colour,” Drew shot back.
Just over an hour later, Drew found himself waiting outside the doors to the offices assigned to Magellan and his staff. He knew that the computer had announced his presence when he had approached, but so far nobody had answered.
“Admiral Drew,” Lieutenant Zoilip said in surprise when the door did eventually open “what can we do for you?”
“Is Admiral Lin available?” Drew asked, already stepping into the office.
“I will let him know you are here sir, please take a seat.”
The Bolian ran quickly off leaving Drew alone in the area that served as the waiting room. Drew sat himself down in one of the large leather seats and surveyed the complex assigned to the Executive Officer of Section 47. For years all of this deck had belonged to his dear friend Karynn McCormick, but she had decided to try something new last year and now this belonged to Magellan. Due to his assignment on SBA, the new Exec had not really had much opportunity to change anything, but the place still felt different than it did when Kay had the run of it.
Zoilip reappeared quickly and led Drew into the deeper areas of the office, passing through several rooms which contained desks assigned to the general staff employed to keep Magellan’s various duties running smoothly. Finally they arrived at Magellan’s door.
Drew walked in to find Magellan still sat at his desk, which was covered in numerous pads and data devices. Magellan himself had the look of a man possessed and Drew recognised the signs of a Captain preparing his ship for a maiden voyage.
“So a Vesta class?” Drew said by way of greeting after Zoilip left and the door closed.
“Well you gave me wide mission parameters,” Magellan answered, putting down a pad and walking round his desk, “can I get you a drink?”
“Tea,” Drew said, taking one of the chairs placed another the coffee table, “I’ve been talking to Admiral Bill.”
“Ah,” Magellan said knowingly, “how is our C-in-C?”
“As annoying as ever,” Drew answered, taking the cup that Magellan now offered him, “very keen to hear how you liked the new ship.”
“Did he say anything about the mission?” Magellan asked, sitting down opposite Drew.
“Not a thing,” Drew lied, "how are you getting on finding a crew?"
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Post by Magellan Lin on Jun 19, 2013 17:26:09 GMT
Magellan shrugged, "I m getting there. Given... some of the risks I ve opted for a Marine contingent. I ve found a Captain Ander, who seems to have a decent record. She'll bring her own team but I have another Marine, Dixon to act as my CTSO." Drew nodded sagely despite his discomfort over marines. Marine Corps were a fine branch and useful but Starfleet and the Marines sat uneasily together. "What about Science? You are going to need a good team." Magellan nodded and handed over a PaDD, Drew chuckled, "R'Siq is an excellent choice. He has an excellent choice to head the department, hes done sterling work, but do you realise the terror you are going to put him through?"
Magellan took a sip of his drink and raised an eyebrow... "What do you mean?" "I know Harash-kyat and Jalli-Tol from the Academy." "Oh?" "Yeah Oh. Fine minds but personalities which are... an acquired taste oh and they argue more than the standard married couple."
"I m sure R'siq will manage. As for others I ve also recruited Hawthorne from the Grayson. But i m still lacking a good Doctor, Counsellor and Operations Chief."
Drew thumbed through the PADD, "I ll see what I can do"
TBC
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Post by Kesha Andier on Jun 19, 2013 18:47:06 GMT
JP Magellan & Kesha
“Aidan wait!” Kesha had to hurry to catch up to the younger Trill who was running ahead of her in his excitement. She shook her head, murmuring something about teenagers. “Aidan!” She caught up to her younger (foster) brother and pulled him back by his arm.
The teenager turned and smiled at her. “But....” He sighed and slowed his pace even though he knew she was well able to keep up. “I want to see the Victory, I'm tired of being on this forsaken starbase, I want to go out there Kesha.” He was both speaking and signing as he fully turned to her and actually was walking backwards so they could keep moving. “The hatch is right overthere, let's hurry, I want to see the ship.”
The half-Trill sighed again, shaking her head. “All right all right, we'll hurry.” She quickened her pace until they reached the hatch then produced a PADD with her transfer orders and offered it to the security officer who stood between them, and their entrance to the ship. “Permission to come aboard?”
The Security officer scanned through the PADD and made a discreet call on his comm badge.
“Everything seemes in order" he said, "Please stow your gear in the assigned quarters and report to the CO. He is still on base in his office. The computer will indicate your route to your quarters."
“On base?” Aidan squeaked, his face a mask of disappointment.
“Just...let's go find our quarters and get them sorted,” Kesha sighed, clearly a little annoyed by her brother's enthusiasm. “We'll roam the ship after reporting in.” She turned to the security officer and flashed him a smile. “Thank you, we'll find our own way and we'll report to the commanding officer subsequently.”
It didn't take them long to find their assigned quarters and get their belongings transported over. “You do need to come,” Kesha pointed out when Aidan protested coming along, “it's your job, remember. You're my assistant, my translator when required.” She pulled him along and he was still protesting staying on the starbase when they signaled their presence at the admiral's office.
Kesha and Aiden sat patiently a moment before a young Bolian ensign emerged from an office, “Sorry for the wait. The Admiral has been in a meeting with the Section Admiral. If you’ll follow me” She said before leading them down a carpeted corridor to an office set into the hull with a viewpoint out on to the interior dark where the sleek lines of the Victory could be seen.
The bolian knocked on the door and entred, “Captain Ander and Crewman Datari Sir.”
Magellan, a middle aged Trill dressed in a duty uniform rose from his desk, “Thank you Sien. Send them in.”
The bolian did so and then discreetly ducked out of the office.
“Please take a seat.” Magellan suggested indicating the long couch, “I'm pleased to meet you both but before we continue perhaps you could outline your specific... needs?”
Aidan dutifully took up a position just behind the admiral so both were in the half-Trill's line of sight. Kesha on her part sat and shook her head. “I'm not exactly sure what you mean sir. If you're referring to Crewman Datari, he signs for me, whenever someone talks or addresses me while they are outside my line of sight. He'll always be within my immediate line of sight, no matter the situation. I am not wholly deaf, but I am mostly, and it's his task to see to it that I miss nothing.”
“I see good. I just wanted to clarify the limits of your abilities. This is not normally an issue but in this mission we will be operating outside of normal parameters and I wouldn’t like to lose your skills due to a resolvable issue.”
Magellan himself took a seat now in an easy chair, “I‘ll ensure you are always assigned together... in fact no I won’t you will. I want you as my first officer so crew rosters will be your job. Do you know of the staff currently assigned? I m lucky in that a good friend of mines daughter is to be our helm officer. The officer you just met in fact.”
Kesha smiled. “Aidan has always been with me, ever since I went to the Academy,” she answered, “he's family. And I'm afraid I don't know of any of the assigned crew but I'll make sure I do before we depart. How does your friend feel about his ah...little girl going out into the big universe? My father wasn't exactly happy when I went out on my first cruise. Proud as hell, but still not happy about it. You see... we're all he's got. My mother disappeared when I was twelve.”
“Oh I m sorry” Magellan replied within genuine feeling, “That can’t have been easy. As for Sien’s father... well he isn’t entirely happy. This will be the first posting where we haven’t both been assigned. He will be remaining to help run Assailant in my absence. Do you have a marine team selected it will need to be a 20 man specialist team with a mix of special ops and demolitions operatives. Whilst in downtime they will supplement the Security Department and be under the CTSO’s jurisdiction in day to day operations. In a ground tactical situation or boarding action command will devolve to you and the marine infrastructure. Is that acceptable?”
“Of course it is, my team will defer to your CTSO's orders. I've instructed them to follow his or her orders to the letter, unless otherwise specified. Some of them are new to the job though, but I've teamed them with a few experienced officers.” She smiled, swiping a strand of snow white hair from her face which had fallen forward since she was wearing her hair down and loose for the moment. “I'm not sure if it was or wasn't easy not having a mother around. My father filled the job quite nicely, between his own assignments. He's a marine too.” She smiled with pride. “Took Aidan in when he was orphaned, without so much as hesitation. He just wouldn't let anyone else take him in. So he singlehandedly raised the two of us, and I tell you sir, it wasn't always easy. And even when I was joined, Aidan was there to help me adjust even though he's terrified of being joined himself.”
“Joining is... an interesting process. Not always what it seems.” Magellan paused as if recounting an event in the past, “But Aiden can be rest assured that at least for the first mission we Trills will be in good hands. A good friend of mine – a Guardian to the Pools of Mak’ala will be joining us for its duration. She might be able to allay any fears you have. Now if you don’t mind I have some more staff to see and a meeting with my new CMO to arrange. Good to have you aboard Captain. Can I trust you will get the Victory Ship shape, check in with the staff and get the ship ready to leave within the next 48 hours?”
Aidan shook his head. “I don't want to be joined again,” he replied fearfully.
“48 Hours. I'm sure that can be arranged sir.” Kesha smiled happily. “This is my first time not serving as a doctor,” she added, “but I'll do my best to stay away from sickbay sir.”
“I hope none of us will go anywhere near Sickbay.” Magellan replied although as an experienced CO he knew that that was highly unlikely, life in space, life in Starfleet was hardly risk free.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2013 18:07:36 GMT
Rachel reread the last sentence again for the fourth time. “A sizable percentage of people receiving Enzyme Replacement Therapy for Anderson-Fabry disease have seroconverted (ie, developed antibodies)—the frequency of developing antibodies against agalsidasealfa and agalsidase beta has been reported to be 55% and 83%, respectively, of individuals treated.”
Lassiter sighed and tossed the PADD onto the desk and rose from her chair. Her eyes burned from the constant reading of medical journals. There was little else for her to do.
All medical officers are required to report in for duty at a starbase if not on leave and Rachel had pulled a couple of shifts at SB47’s sickbay. The work was rewarding, but the tedium of treating sprained ankles and 36 cases of the Levodian flu reaffirmed what she already knew. She was happiest on a starship.
She took the few small steps necessary to cross the room and stared out the small window in her quarters to watch the to and fro of traffic. Starbase 47 was a busy place that had everyone going somewhere – everyone but her, that is.
The last six months had been filled with rumors regarding her fate. After accepting her demotion from Commander to Ensign, it was unclear if she would ever serve on a ship again. The brass had kept her guessing too – moving her from sector to sector, hinting at reassignment, then moving her once again. She had been sitting on SB47 for the last 9 weeks. It had only been within the last few days that her record had been cleared for reassignment. She closed her fists tightly, telling herself to remain patient.
It was going to take time.
Who would want her on their ship anyway? One look at the words ‘disobeyed orders from her commanding officer’ and no captain in their right mind would want to take a chance on her.
Losing her rank was more of an inconvenience than heartache. The second glances and whispers as she entered or left a room were tough to get used to, but not unbearable. Although she had never sought after rank, Rachel wondered whether her skills and experience would command the same respect. An Ensign rank at her age was indicative of an officer with no ambition or sense of betterment – or a consistently low personnel eval. At the end of her musings, however, she was content in knowing that the choices which brought her here were right.
The soft tones of her comm. badge filled the quiet of her borrowed quarters and she tapped it in response. The words ‘report to Admiral Lin’s office’ were acknowledged and a spark of hope ignited in Rachel.
In the small ante room outside the Admiral’s office, Rachel smoothed her hair and her uniform for the thousandth time and tried not to think about how this could be the make or break moment of her career.
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Ethan Hope
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Post by Ethan Hope on Jun 22, 2013 0:22:58 GMT
Having travelled thousands of light years during his career, Ethan was used to calling no place home. The USS Lone Wolf had only arrived at Jupiter station from her deep space mission, when his executive officer informed him that transfer orders had come in. At that very instant, Ethan had been furious at the situation. He had served proudly on the Lone Wolf and had started to lay down roots.
“Ethan, I don’t think you have a choice, these orders are signed by people way above our pay grade,” Commander Estella Panes had explained, “these orders have been assigned by Section Admiral Paul Drew and Rear Admiral Matthew Reynolds, you have been reassigned to Section 47 aboard the USS Victory under the command of Fleet Admiral Magellan Lin.”
It took Ethan a moment to register those names. It had been years since he had served in Section 47 and even longer since he had spoken to any of those higher ups. Ethan fondly remembered Admiral Drew, whom he had met during his Academy training. At that point in time, he was only a Vice Admiral and a known trouble maker.
“It appears much has changed over there since I was stationed on the El Salvador,” Ethan replied,” I’m surprised they even remember me, my years there were not my finest work.”
“Well you should see you evaluations from Barbara and myself, they are stellar,” Estella opined with a smile. She was saddened to lose a good officer, but there was nothing she could have done to stop it.
“I will miss y’all,” Ethan said with a slight southern twang. He knew already that he was going to miss the place he had called home for the last five years.
“Commander, Admiral Lin is in a meeting with the Victory’s new CMO, I’m sure he will be able to see you once he is finished,” a man who Ethan later learned was named Sien Zoilip informed him.
Ethan couldn’t help but let out a little sigh of relief. While he was not the usual person to worry about meeting the brass, he had read up on Admiral Lin and he couldn’t help but be very impressed. Ethan would want to make a good impression on him. As he waited, Ethan couldn’t help but reminisce about his time aboard the El Salvador. There had been good people aboard that ship and he had been pleasantly surprised to learn that Commodore Savot now, had been promoted to flag officer and had been given a new El Salvador.
“He’s ready for you Commander,” Zoilip said not looking up from his corner desk.
“Thank you Lieutenant,” Ethan said finally excited about this new opportunity and hopefully a brand new ship he could call home.
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Post by Magellan Lin on Jun 23, 2013 11:11:39 GMT
Magellan sat behind his desk in the midst of his third meeting of the day. Starbase Command was not glamorous and his time on Assailant had inured him to the endless rounds of reports, meetings and diplomatic discussions even so he found himself itching to get moving.
He ran an eye over the Doctors service record one more time.
“I m not going to ask you about the incident on the Adroit if you feel it necessary you will inform me. I am a little confused that you would accept such a large demotion in rank when there was obviously insufficient evidence for a formal court martial” he paused to fix the ensign with a steely glare, a glare that he could see Lassiter was resisting admirably.
“All that matters” he continued “is that I have a good CMO on my staff. Your record and commendations as a Doctor are fine and you are available. Your background in Xenology will also be very useful and I will need you to be able to work closely with R’siq our CSO.”
As Magellan paused again to draw breath Rachel opened her mouth to speak Magellan quickly pressed on, “This is not a conversation. You would not be standing before me if I had not already selected you for the position of CMO. Due to the nature of the mission the medical team has been somewhat altered. You will lead a staff of three other doctors all with secondary skills and five nurses and two orderlies. In times of stress there will of course be the EMH and several other staff have medical backgrounds to assist. This may seem understaffed given the size of the ship but our crew complement is slightly lower to account for greater storage for extended operations and to make way for a marine contingent. All that remains is for you to decide. Can you put your past behind you and deliver me the service I require. If so I expect you aboard and quartered within the next 48 hours. You are dismissed”
As Lassiter left the room Magellan spied Sien who was stood with another officer. Tired of his office Magellan went out into the atrium.
“Commander Hope I expect” he said offering a hand that was grasped and shook, “Good to meet you sir.”
“Likewise. Your reputation precedes you commander. The crew evals from the Lonewolf were very favourable. Sien this will be the last meeting of the day. Have my stuff stowed aboard the Vic. Thank you.” The young bolian nodded and disappeared.
“Sien is the daughter of a good friend of mine, she will be our helmsman as well as my aide. Please follow me inside.” He led Ethan into the officer and offered him a seat, take a station himself beside the window,
“I was a little surprised to receive the call up” Ethan noted,
“This is a somewhat hasty arrangement and two things stand in your favour. Your rank and your previous experience of working in Section 47. Despite the importance of this mission we have a number of junior officers aboard. You along with Captain Andier and Commander R’Siq will be amongst the most senior aboard and I will be relying on the three of you to lead by example. Your role is an important one. The Victory is now an advance class of ship with one of the new slipstream drives. Lieutenant Hawthorne of CEO may not be fully familiar with its practical operation, I expect you to lend aid when it is asked for. You will find that most people on this ship have been selected for their multiple abilities.”
“I haven’t had chance to look at the roster yet”
“Do so. It’s up to you and Andier to assign the staff efficiently. One other thing I m going to ask you to pull an all nighter. I want the auxillary cargo bay to be refitted. It is to be outfitted with a cargo transporter, high density forcefields and direct computer interfaces to science and engineering. There will need to be an isolated backup computer core unconnected to the mainframe and access is to be keyed to my biometrics alone. The bay is to be marked on the ship plan as food storage and as far as you know that is all that is in there. Is this understood. “
TAG Ethan
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2013 18:23:50 GMT
“Hello, boss.” The image of Stuart Harvey flickered on the screen.
“Where are you calling from? And don’t call me that!” Rachel pretended to be cross.
“I'm in your old office. I had a friend boost the signal, but we’re on the fringe.”
Rachel knew the 'friend' was one of hers as well. Rol’t was a talented engineer as well as surgical assistant. But, no one matched the skills of Stuart Harvey. Harv had served at her side from her first days aboard the Adroit. And in her 14 years as a doctor, he was the best.
“I got a ship, Harv,” Rachel interjected.
“Must be a nice one by the fire I can see in your eyes.”
Rachel nodded vigorously. “She’s beautiful! The USS Victory. Brand new… a Vesta class… with a Fleet Admiral in command!”
Stuart whistled, his astonishment and genuine envy showing. “Wow, congrats! Our loss is their gain.” Stuart grew nostalgic. “I’m going to miss you around here.”
“You’ll do fine,” Rachel assured.
“Not sure I want to stay here, knowing what I do about the Captain of your old ship.”
“Hey, I did what I did willingly. I took the demotion and he’s still the Captain.”
“It’s not right, Rach. Those crewmen would all still be alive if he would have done the right thing,” Harv spat, steadily getting angrier.
Lassiter felt the same way as Stuart. If the Captain of the Adroit had acted sooner, it was possible the whole away team could have been rescued. But, there was no way of knowing that for sure. However, she couldn’t help but admire her friend’s loyalty to her.
“Let it go, Harv. I have.” She paused thoughtfully. “It took me a while to work it through, but I’m at peace with my decision. My only regret is that we couldn’t save everyone.”
Stuart growled, “I still don’t understand why they didn’t call for any witnesses on your behalf.”
“It was simpler, this way,” Rachel said flatly. “Besides, you and I both know that rank doesn’t matter for the likes of us. I can still order an Admiral to his bed.”
She leaned back in her chair and sighed lightly. “I only wish he would have put more details in my service record. It’s obvious from my meeting with Admiral Lin that he didn’t get full disclosure.”
The screen shimmered and Stuart’s face dimmed. “Telling the whole story would implicate the Captain,” Harv huffed.
Rachel changed the subject back to the present. “Still, I’m a bit disappointed. My new CO seems to be of the ilk that Starfleet can do no wrong. You know the type… dipped in brass from head to toe. The kind that thinks there can’t be another reason, other than what’s stated in a record, for a career CMO to take a demotion.”
“He didn’t ask you about what happened?” Harv was incredulous.
“He actually made a point not to.” Rachel allowed a slow, wry smile to spread across her lips. “I may be wrong, but I got the impression that, in his mind, being asked to serve on his crew is a huge compliment… and that merely being asked was his ‘stamp of approval,’ despite my record.”
“Well, if you don’t tell him, I will,” Harvey barked.
She rushed to calm him. “Don’t, Harv. I appreciate it. Truly, I do. But, don’t. I just want to do my job, let my skills speak for themselves, and let everyone learn for themselves who I am.”
Stuart sighed heavily. “Alright. You’re the boss.”
“Not any more, Harv. It’s all you.” She smiled broadly at him. “Now, go take care of my sickbay… and don’t let Rol’t near the replicator again.”
Stuart chuckled. “That was one, hot cup of coffee!”
“Remind him again for me that ‘more power’ isn’t always a good thing.” They shared a long laugh while Rachel hovered her index finger over the disconnect command, but she was having trouble ending her conversation. She didn’t know when she would ever talk with him again. Their paths were separating, most likely never to cross again.
As if reading her mind, Harvey added, “Maybe we’ll serve on the same ship again someday, who knows? Put in a good word for me, will you? Ensign.”
Stuart Harvey laughed loudly, clearly enjoying that he outranked his former department head. Rachel overtly faked a laugh in response and now found it quite easy to snap the channel closed.
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Post by Ethan Hope on Jun 23, 2013 22:47:19 GMT
The short conversation with Admiral Lin had taken place hours ago, yet it was one that would forever change Ethan’s career. While the Admiral had not revealed any of his secrets, Ethan had served long enough to know whatever they would be doing would have larger implications on the Federation and possibly the entire quadrant. For the moment however, those thoughts were on the back burner. As Ethan and a group of three officers prepped the materials needed for the cargo bay, Ethan knew this all-nighter could easily turn into more than that. The Admiral’s orders to retrofit the cargo bay would be extremely difficult to accomplish in one night, but Ethan had the distinct feeling that the Victory would need to maintain a strict schedule. As he wiped the sweat off his brow, Ethan allowed himself a respite.
“Commander, why are we adding this sophisticated hardware here? The Victory has other labs and transporters that would work perfectly fine where they are,” a junior officer asked. It seemed that all the seemingly unnecessary work was not sitting well with everyone
“How long have you been serving?” Ethan asked amused that a junior officer would question orders from a superior officer.
“Nine months, next Monday,” the junior officer whose name was Jared replied,” I was ecstatic when I found out I was stationed here. Fleet Admiral Lin is a rock star at the Academy.”
“Well then you should have learned that the captain’s prerogative is his alone for a reason. If we are informed of his decision, then we are informed of it. Nothing more and nothing less.”
“Yes sir,” Jared replied straightening up a little. Ethan didn’t mean to give him a hard time, he as well had many questions, but he knew that a lot of the times, not knowing could keep you alive.
“Commander, we have just finished installing the high density force fields, we will need to test them and run some minor diagnostics to see if they are to the Admiral’s specifications,” a petite Vulcan engineering officer reported,” I would have finished that task sir, but we do not have the specifications.”
“I understand, I have those specs and I will finish the force fields,” Ethan said as he turned to the warp core specialist,” is it finished yet?”
“Not yet, it will take another hour or so,” the young women replied reported.
“Alright, thanks. Everyone is dismissed, I’ll take it from here,” Ethan said which surprised the three junior officers.
“Sir, we are not tired, it would shame us to know that you are here working alone,” Jared said as he stood up to show his objections.
“I want you three out of this lab now. Your job for the night is done," Ethan said which quickly confused the three officers in front of him.
"Have we done something wrong sir?" the Vulcan officer asked.
"I know you don’t know me yet, but please trust me on this,” Ethan said as he stood up. He would get to know most of the crew, especially the operation and engineering teams, but for now no one could be trusted with anything.
“Yes sir” was the reply of the three officers and they quietly left the lab and Ethan alone to work.
“Computer lock this lab,” Ethan said as he imputed a few orders into his console. “Transport site to site, the following objects. Once they have been transported delete all records of this transport taking place. Once that has been done run Program Ethan, Zeta, Twelve.”
“Processing”
As the materials were transported to the auxiliary cargo bay, Ethan prepared the rest of the things he would need. He had already set up the biometric interface in the cargo bay. Wanting to be overly cautious once he activated it, not even he would be able to enter the room. Setting up the isolated computer core would be a little trickier. A Vesta-class ship the crowning jewel for the Core of Engineers, and they made so the ship would run best as one fully integrated system. Ethan would have to rework some of the coding, but it would be tedious work.
“Transport complete”
“Site to site transport to same location,” Ethan said as he grabbed his tool kit. The shimmer of the transporter beam told him his order had been carried out and the next thing he knew he was in the cargo bay. Wanting to get everything done as soon as possible, Ethan diligently went to work.
“Computer what is the time?” Ethan asked once he had finished all of his work. The shields, transporters, system interface, and the warp core adjustments had all been made and tested, they just needed to be brought online.
“0620 hours”
“Not bad,” Ethan said as he allowed a sense of accomplishment to be felt. It had been a lot of work, but it was finally done,” Computer once I leave the cargo bay, activate all newly installed systems in the cargo bay. If anyone tries to access the cargo bay other than the biometric data provided, alert myself and Fleet Admiral Lin simultaneously.
“Understood”
Knowing his order would be carried out, Ethan let out of a sigh of relief and left the cargo bay. He had not been able to visit his quarters yet, and he was in desperate need of some sleep.
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