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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2016 19:42:29 GMT
Mission Summary:
The newly assigned crew of the USS Vesuvius-B gets acquainted with one another and gets to know their vessel and it's perks and other workings during a shakedown cruise.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2016 19:52:56 GMT
For some reason, Sonak felt nervous. It had been so long since she had even set foot on a starship. She looked around as she stepped through the hatch and onto her new ship. Her children were flocked behind her, the oldest twins holding the younger ones by the hand, and between them their youngest sister. The Vulcan woman looked over a shoulder and gave the three girls and two boys an encouraging smile. "Here we are," she told them, "and soon we will find our quarters. Will you be alright to find your own rooms, while I go out and meet the senior staff? They should arrive soon too and I do not want to be neglecting them by failing to meet with them first."
The oldest of the children nodded. "Yes mother," the boy replied formally, "me and T'Shanna will be able to see the others settled. I will share a room with Seliv, while T'Shanna will share with Sianna and Mirya."
Nodding in approval Sonak was forced to admit that her children were growing up so fast. She could well remember the day each of them was born. And the last few years, she had been doing it all by herself because she and Jatan had chosen to separate because their carreers had taken on different paths. "Well then, let us go see our new home."
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Mar 15, 2016 22:00:18 GMT
In Starfleet, things always seemed to come full circle. As his career progressed, Matthew Reynolds had seen and done many magnificent things. While the Springfield was in dry-dock, Matt had asked HQ for something to do. Always hating desk duty, Matthew was pleased that he had been put into active duty. He had spent a few months on the Olympia, and now his orders found him back to Section 47 and an old acquaintance, Vice Admiral Sonak. It had been years since he had last seen the Vulcan, but Matt knew that Vulcans had a long memory.
“Admiral our official orders have arrived from HQ,” Caleb reported as he quickly read the orders that had just arrived,” it seems you are to provide any help during the Vesuvius maiden voyage and also provide an unbiased report on the captain and crew.”
“Unbiased report?” Matthew asked while not really asking,” easier said than done.”
“Sir, why would they want a report from you,” Caleb asked.
“Command just being difficult. I’ve gone through the same evaluation, it happened when I was given command of the Seraph,” Matt said still a little bitter about the entire experience,” Sonak has my utmost respect and confidence, her time within the fleet is legendary.”
“Yes sir,” Caleb responded quietly,” if you don’t need anything else today sir, can you go back to being dad?”
“I would have thought you would prefer me as sir, since as your superior officer I cannot control your personal life?” Matt asked with a knowing smile.
“True, but you would be the type to just drop all pretenses and remind me that you’re my father,” Caleb said smiling, “I hope I can learn somethings while we are here.”
“Caleb, I’m pretty sure you will be able to learn much from this crew and ship,” Matt said,” just remember that while you are my personal attaché, I expect you to fall in line with the established chain of command. You are never….”
“I know, I’m never ever allowed to use my name to get out of responsibility, work, or my screw-ups,” Caleb said repeating the message his father always shared with him,” dad, you know I only did that a couple of times when we were on the Hood. Grandma gave me a stern talking to, I haven’t been able to live that down.”
“You never will, even if one day you outrank me, I won’t ever let you forget it,” Matthew said.
“Admiral pips would look nice on me wouldn’t they,” Caleb said laughing.
“One day, but not anytime soon,” Matthew said half-jokingly, half-seriously. Caleb was destined for great things and his job was to make sure it happened.” We are all settled, lets go ahead and roam our new home.”
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Post by James Traks on Mar 15, 2016 23:23:32 GMT
Traks sat at his desk in his office watching the feed from the training the Gunny was conducting in the Holodeck, when he was alerted by a text from the duty officer. {The Admiral and family have boarded the ship.} " Once more into the breach; Computer personal log supplemental; Here we go it is time to deal with protecting a ship 2 Admirals and children. Oh Larok what have you gotten me into? Well as my old Co always said [Some may think today is a good day to die; but I prefer to make the other guy go first and see if tomorrow is a better day to live for.] How many of my crew will I have to use to live up to our motto " So other might live"
Now how do I break the news to the Admiral that command has given me a combat squad and not the standard Marine security detail? She will notice the powered combat armor in the Marines quarters. But knowing Sonak she might have been behind this change? If she remembered that Larok and I developed this type of armor for Security and shipboard Marines. I will not loose men or women to a hull breach in a combat situation. I will have discuss deployment of my troops and the use of the holographic security officers, I she will allow me to utilize the ability of this ship to have its ship wide holo emitters brought online for more than just the EMH. end entry.
Traks pulled on his duty jacket and headed out to the Bridge to wait on the Admiral.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Mar 16, 2016 18:39:52 GMT
Every vessel was different, every vessel had something unique to give every person that served onboard. Matthew didn't know what would entail, but he knew the new Vesuvius would be just as good as her predecessor. As he finished exploring the Intrepid class vessel, Matthew thought back on the many vessels he had served on during his time in Section 47. Each of them had passed into history, but the people and experience lived on in its former crew. The best example was that of his adopted son and current attache, Caleb Linden Reynolds. Without knowing their personal history, no one would ever know that Caleb was the adopted son of Matthew. Many just assumed his dirty blonde hair belonged to his mother, but in all honesty Caleb had a difficult time remembering his birth parents.
"It reminds me of the Jefferson," Caleb mused quietly.
"I know what you mean, but there are some huge differences," Matt said as he pulled up a schematic of the ship," like the size of the ship itself."
"You've always told me that size doesn't matter," Caleb said jokingly.
"Your father is a very wise man indeed," Matt said with a smile. Matt quickly checked the ship's chronometer and realized that Admiral Sonak must have already board the ship and would be awaiting the arrival of all senior staff. While he wasn't senior staff per se, it would behoove him to reintroduce himself to the Vulcan commander. "Caleb, I'm going to ask Admiral Sonak to allow you to work under members of her crew so you can get practical experience."
"Dad, you already know that this comes natural to me," Caleb said surprised," plus what about my duties to you?"
"Caleb, nothing beats experience, knowing the abstract doesn't translate to the battlefield," Matt said," plus I've spent most of my career without an aide, if anything diplomatic comes up I'll come grab you myself."
"Alright, I guess," Caleb replied," lets go meet the Admiral."
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Mar 16, 2016 20:04:26 GMT
Lorna and Cris walked on to the Vesuvius together, their things had all ready been transported to their quarters. Lorna walked slowly taking in the atmosphere that was just starting to build and smiled to herself. She always felt more at home on a starship than anywhere else, it was fundamentally strange to look out of a window and see sky.
Cris recognised the signs that Lorna was all ready starting to think of all the things she had to do. Never mind the length of time that she had been CMOfor there was always something that would require her attention when they arrived on a new vessel. They both knew she would be doing the unpacking and Lorna probably wouldn't,t see their quarters except to sleep for at least a few days. Cris wasn't going to complain, she was going to do her best to make things easier. She nudged her wife in the ribs, "I suppose you better report in so I can get down to sickbay and report in. I hear the Chief's a stickler for punctuality."
Lorna stared at her wife for a moment and then broke in to a smile, "Sorry, I guess I was lost again." Her PADD bleeped showing an indication of Admiral Sonak's location. Lorna nodded and kissed Cris. "I'll see you later, and I don't just mean when you report in, I promise." Cris slid Lorna's bag off her shoulder gave her a peck on the cheek and headed in the direction of their new quarters.
She knew Lorna would try very hard to keep that promise but she knew equally well that, Starfleet being Starfleet, there was a reasonable chance of something crazy happening in the mean time.
Lorna when to meet Admiral Sonak and report in. After that it would be organising sickbay, meeting her staff and preparing the duty schedules. Not to mention dealing with the inevitable minor. injuries that came with moving to a new ship. Someone would fall while balancing and trying to hang something, someone else would strain something while lifting and someone else would bang their head on something they hadn,t had in their previous room.
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Mar 18, 2016 15:25:15 GMT
He had prowled the residential halls, the officer's lounge when it wasn't too busy, the promenade of Starbase 47 for a long time before deciding to board the USS Vesuvius. Thoughts had encroached on his mind, that which was held back like a reticient storm due to the events of the Olympia's mission to the Maroan system, of his retirement.
During his stint on the Olympia, rescued by Admiral Smith's ship under absurd circumstances... though the ship had saved him from death in the oxygen-sparse confines of the freighter's escape pod (not his only narrow escape from death during his long and, yes, he thought, fair to consider it as such, tortured life).
How he'd settled into Smith's ship, he thought now unfortunately, as he had many times before, had replicated in a way how he'd settled into life aboad the Nevada: that ship had been like family, the faces all still so familiar in his mind's eye: Nack, Park, Dan Trek, Runningwolf... No matter what his anti-Federation sentiments had been on being, in a manner of speaking, forced to join Starfleet that first time, he had found a new home aboard the Nevada, and it had almost persuaded him from his true mission.
Upon arriving on the Oly (no longer a Starfleet officer, an outcast, honorably discharged yes, but only so that the others installed in places of note in Starfleet wouldn't have raised objections) he had resolved, once he'd recovered his health, to hijack the ship and finish his mission to Nnahus, where he would have met with the fellow mercenary. His intention had been to work for his family's final freedom from the Naal, but the clutches of duty to a cause he wasn't sure he shared quite so absolutely as his fellow officers drew him back in, and in a few short months he was a bona fide Starfleet officer again, and the bitter touch to the heart that spoke of 'starship family', 'caring', and 'duty to the uniform', had been with him once more.
He would resign his commission at the end of the shakedown, itself an obligation to Starfleet and the newly commissioned vessel, whose operation on its cruise should be optimal as possible. These people were here to do good, extraordinary good, he knew that. He could just no longer be a part of it, as it may draw him back in and detract him from his goal to free his real family from Naal Conglomerate domination, even if in doing so he would damn some of his own blood and genealogy to save the greater part... Yet still, the lure of Starfleet lurked behind the closed doors of his mind, and it would surely find some way to open them.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Mar 20, 2016 0:43:08 GMT
Admiral Sonak was currently busy speaking with Command, so as the senior staff began to trickle in, they were forced to wait to introduce themselves to their commanding officer. Paperwork and meetings were the worse part of command, but even Matt couldn't deny the importance of having everything in place. As he sat at the comm station, Matt quietly observed the men and women he would be serving with for the foreseeable future. The first thing he noticed as many of his counterparts would was the Lieutant Colonel quietly waiting for Sonak's arrival. Never completely agreeing with the need of a marine unit stationed aboard a Federation vessel, Matt had come to trust Federation marines explicitly. Serving under Zhukarak Hrisvalar would certainly do that and hopefully Matt would be able to come to trust the colonel in the same fashion.
`Lieutant Colonel James Traks` Matt remembered. He had skimmed through his service record and knew that he was highly respected among his peers. Colonel Traks had also served for a very long time within Section 47, it was almost a miracle that the two of them had never crossed paths before. As his mind formulated his plans on getting to know the SMO, his attention turned to the ships chief medical officer, Dr. Lorna Holsen. Once again, Matt was marveled that he had never met Doctor Holsen, even though they at different times served on the same ship. Her record was interesting, but Matt knew to never an officer by their personal record. The next senior staff to enter was someone that Matt at least recognized. They had met in the short time Matt had been stationed on the Olympia. Things had happened so quickly, that Matthew didn't really know what actually happened.
"Commander its nice to see a semi familiar face here," Matthew said as he approached Helacaan. At his rank, Matthew rarely chit chatted with people under his command, but this was going to be a new experience and a new ship. He would need to change things up if he was going to become comfortable around these officers.
(Seth or anyone else that would like to jump in)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2016 19:49:21 GMT
Giving her new senior staff a few hours to get settled, Sonak used this time to explore her new ship, allowing her children to get used to a new teacher and classroom as she wasn't going to let them miss any class simply because they had boarded a new ship. They would have a lot more time to adjust than she would and she was going to make the best of it.
She roamed the ship, making a brief visit to every department as if to inspect it, then hours later returned to the bridge. She did like the smooth finishing of her bridge furnishings. The elegant curve of the workstations, the smooth shine of the glass surface of the consoles. A comfortable leather chair, with braces in case of 'turbulence'. Gliding her way down to the command center, she briefly wondered if her XO was already on board, though by the tranfer orders she received, Sonak reasoned that like the senior staff, the woman would be on board.
Giving herself a few more minutes to enjoy the peace and quiet, before the rest of the crew would arrive, Sonak finally touched the ship's intercom controls. "All senior staff, report to briefing room one. You have ten minutes."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 13:58:05 GMT
Mixed with the anticipation of a new posting was mingled sadness that she was separated from her family, her husband Dean still had a few months left in his current assignment and it had been decided that her son James should stay with his father. If only because at least until she was settled in she would have far less free time.
She had been reading for the better part of the entire day, technical manuals, reports, Starfleet sector updates and officer reports. Of course while it wasn't by any stretch of the imagination fun she couldn't complain too much for she knew all to well that it was mostly the crewmen who had the tough manual labour.
The door to her office opened and a young crewman stopped just short of entering. “Commander, you wanted to be informed when the Admiral came on board.”
Looking up Kate nodded slightly. “Thank you, will you please chase down engineering team four, I want an update on that power fluctuation.” She stood up and cleared her throat slightly. “Actually while you are here can you make sure these get to where they need go.” She motioned to the small stack of padds on the left side of her desk, then motioning to the right. “leave those, I'm not done with them yet.”
Nodding the crewman stepped forward. “Yes, Ma'am.”
Before Kate could say anything else, the intercom sounded and the announcement came through. "All senior staff, report to briefing room one. You have ten minutes."
“Breaks over.” Kate said to herself as she picked up two padds from the right hand side.
**Briefing Room One**
Managing to stop off at a replicator before she entered the briefing room Kate still managed to be a few minutes early, taking a sip of her coffee she leaned back in her chair and let out a deep breath as she waited for others to enter.
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Mar 23, 2016 20:06:16 GMT
Lorna had formally reported for duty and then gone to sickbay to start organising. Her new team including Cris had dutifully come to report in to her. She had read all the personnel files and had just about completed the duty rota when the Admiral's voice came over the comm.
=/\=All senior staff, report to briefing room one. You have ten minutes=/\=
Lorna aknowledged the order. She just had time to finish the rota and send it to the medical staff. She finished the last of her mango juice and the got to her feet. She worked a small kink out of her spine. She had done too much sitting down today, maybe she would be able to book a holodeck or a workout room later...
It would be nice to meet the rest of the senior staff. Lorna walked into the briefing room. There was another woman present all ready, she was sipping a cup of coffee and wearing command red and a commander's pips. Lorna had glanced through the senior staff records earlier but she wasn't going toe start playing memory games, yet. He had to memorise her own staff first.
She offered her hand to the other woman. "I'm Lorna Holsen, CMO."
Tag: Kate Jackson
"It's nice to meet you."
Lorna settled across the table from the First Officer and the two of them waited for the next arrival.
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Post by James Traks on Mar 24, 2016 21:15:09 GMT
Traks usually liked to arrive at a meeting first to watch the Senior Staff as they entered, but this time he arrived just behind the CMO. At least on this ship he would not have to pull double duty as CMO and Marine Officer. How many times had Larok asked him how he dealt with the inherent conflict of do no harm and the necessity of his Marine duties. Well that's why he specialized in Klingon and Vulcan physiology. {it is also why you make a lousy patient} This was going to be fun when the CO and CMO found out he not only talked to himself but had a voice inside his head that answered him.
Entering the briefing room he walked up to the CMO and introduced himself handing her a pad containing the digest of his medical and psychological on Vulcan. "Commander Jackson, Dr. Holsen I am Colonel Traks; I will endeavor to keep my Marines out of your hair except when they are needed. Doctor I was asked to hand deliver this pad to the CMO upon my arrival. I doubt there is any thing on it but Admiral Arok knows my tendency to avoid other MD's." With that out of the way Traks moved to the end of the table and took a seat.
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Mar 28, 2016 14:24:43 GMT
Lorna accepted the PADD from Colonel Traks with a smile. His was another name she remembered from her skim through the records. An SMO who was also qualified as a CMO was something of a rarity. She glanced at the PADD, her eyes skipping over the medical and psychological records. Checking everyone's standard physicals were up to data was also on her to do list. At least this was one person she didn't have to try to get down to sickbay, in fact Colonel Traks had just completed the set of senior staff physicals, which was a big tick on Lorna's list.
"Commander Jackson, Dr. Holsen I am Colonel Traks; I will endeavor to keep my Marines out of your hair except when they are needed. Doctor I was asked to hand deliver this pad to the CMO upon my arrival. I doubt there is any thing on it but Admiral Arok knows my tendency to avoid other MD's."
Lorna quirked an eyebrow as the other man took a seat. "I shall bear that in mind. Thank you for the records, Colonel." She knew being CMO made people associate her with illness or injury but that didn't stop her wanting to be friends with people. She guessed that she had quite a bit in common with Colonel Traks even if they had come from different directions. "I do like to get out of sickbay every so often," she paused and smiled. "Are you going to be coordinating hand-to-hand practise groups? If so, I'd like to sign up, haven't had a proper group practice in too long."
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Mar 29, 2016 15:47:20 GMT
Seth sat in his quarters perusing his orders for the forthcoming assignment: Chief Tactical and Security Officer of another starship, he'd debated long and hard whether he should contact the base and let them know he'd made alternative arrangements, though it was far too late... Staring into the mirror on his desk, he tried to recognise that same person from a few years ago, when he'd been satisfied, ensconced among family, for it virtually was so, on the Nevada. Nothing could ever last, least of all the fortunes of his family on Ascension; he would return to them soon.
Putting on a fresh uniform - out of the cycler as was always the case - and downing a Wezean coffee... the replicator didn't know of it, how surprising... He should get the recipe passed out to all fleet logistics/supply coordinators in the quadrant so whichever starship he ended up on next they wouldn't be lacking his favourite beverage from his home colony.
The bridge was already abuzz, the senior staff already congregating while his new CO who he was yet to meet, a Vulcan Vice Admiral named Sonak, was away taking a call; Seth went to the tactical station; upper deck, starboard with several display surfaces and standing... Similarities with the Nevada and Olympia at least. Being well acquainted with starship design by now, he knew the Intrepid class's specs, he realised fairly quickly that the Vesuvius would lie between the Nev and Oly in terms of outright tactical capability, though perhaps with an emphasis towards the Nevada's firepower.
"Commander its nice to see a semi familiar face here," Matthew said as he approached Helacaan.
"I beg your pardon, sir," Seth said, rising from his studies of his new station quickly, "Admiral Reynolds, it will be a pleasure to serve alongside you once more... Regardless of how short our last assignment together was," he coughed.
Reynolds seemed to indicate he relax and Seth was grateful to do so, though still kept himself on guard, wary about falling into too deep a renewed liaison with these excellent people. "How are you, sir? And again, I must thank you for your timely rescue of the Olympia; we may well have been destroyed without your assistance." He looked round the bridge, "I am not seeing any other Oly crew filtering in... Oh," spotting Colonel Traks, "Who's that? Sorry, sir," to Reynolds, realising perhaps he'd spoken out of turn.
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"All senior staff, report to briefing room one. You have ten minutes."
Quick, almost too quick, Seth thought as he started walking across to the briefing room, Admiral Reynolds with him. He entered to find half of the senior staff present already. Sliding into his seat and nodding curtly to the officers assembled, he realised that some conversation had already been underway. Thoughts, a neurosis, upon him again; are they plotting my demise from the fleet, well perhaps I'd be so much the better for it. It turned out the SMO and CMO were engaged in discussion.
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Post by James Traks on Apr 2, 2016 0:47:04 GMT
"Are you going to be coordinating hand-to-hand practice groups? If so, I'd like to sign up, haven't had a proper group practice in too long."
Traks thought of how to reply to this one; as a fellow MD although the only medicine he practiced these days was combat triage; so he settled on honesty.
" I do not want to step on the toes of our new Security Chief as this is normally his area of responsibility. But I will be leading an advanced class which combines Earth Judo, Klingon Mok'bara and a Vulcan self defense form which I still can not pronounce, even with the help of this remnant of Larok in my head."
"My Master Chief James Lewis will be conducting the standard hand-to-hand and boarding repelling drills. One advantage of this remnant is I have finally mastered that handy neck pinch, but I still do not have the strength to put a Vulcan completely out. But it did surprise the guards they put on me during my recovery on Vulcan. But with our new combat armor on; well that is a different story. "
"I will also be introducing a new version of the Marine combat armor after Chief Luis and myself run the final trials. In a nut shell it is contained in this. {Traks sat a 6 inch by 3 inch black box on the table.} Go ahead it doesn't bite, and you can not accidentally activate it as it is DNA encoded, The unclassified run down is it is a self contained combat space suit with a 12 hour life support on its own. It is based on nano-technology derived from the armor that allowed Voyager to return home, with a few other tricks that are classified. With a combat support pack it becomes a combat exo-skeleton. I have enough suits on board for the whole crew."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 11:34:49 GMT
Sonak was the last to arrive as she wanted to give her new crew to have a moment to get to know eachother before she arrived. She glanced around as she entered, offering a slight smile. "Welcome," she stated calmly, yet clearly. "Some of you I know, some of you I do not so if we could start with a brief round of introductions I will set us on our way after that." She had caught Traks' statement about drills. "Good idea Colonel," she commented, "and anyone willing to learn should be able to join in. Equally I do expect each department to hold regular readiness drills. Ideally they go cross department and involve as many as are able."
She sat down, laying her PADD before her on the table. "We are here aboard the newly commissioned USS Vesuvius-B. Though not the newest in Starfleet design, the Intrepid has proven to be trustworthy on deep range science missions, which will be exactly what our focus will be on. I will admit, it is no comparison to my prior vessel but with two modules next to destroyed, it was proven that the Somma was not suited for long range missions and combat situations. Now...as you all are aware, I am a flag officer but I want each of you to feel comfortable around me and feeling free to come to me if there are issues that bother you. I want this to be an open environment where everyone's opinion is valued, and listened to."
She paused, looking around. "Alright, time for formal introductions and this is the time to indicate how you wish to be addressed on duty. My name is Sonak, formerly addressed as Admiral Reckus but since my divorce I only have my Vulcan name. As a medical officer you may address me as doctor though while on the bridge I prefer admiral or captain which is the proper address for someone in command." She smiled. "On to you now..."
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Apr 6, 2016 17:43:34 GMT
(Back posting for Traks, reply to VA Sonak to come:)
Seth had half begun to listen into the conversation between the Colonel and who he assumed was the Chief Medical Officer, being thankful now that they weren't after all plotting his demise from the ranks of Federation's Starfleet. Hmph, don't let those neuroses get on top of you, it's enough to not want to be here without the thought people are trying forcibly to eject you from Starfleet...
He leant across the table, studying the small box in front of Traks and Holsen, "It covers the whole body, you say?" he asked the marine, "Like the technology on the USS Voyager that encased the whole ship?" Seth furrowed his brow, suddenly deep in thought; perhaps he would be interested in such armor.
On Wezea, his colonial homeworld, the guerrilla tactics practised by he and his brother against the offworld invaders had been (and still was) bloody business. Seth's guerrillas, most of them directly attached to the House of Helacaan, often resorted to brutal measures to repel the invaders; their cause was just, they had been righteous and would do whatever it took. He could see, and it fitted his current mindset well, the benefits of possessing this armor, and distributing it to security personnel on board, though, he imagined and shared the sentiment himself, that it would only be permitted for away teams and the like. Soldiers and security strolling around the ship in fully-encasing body armor was hardly the image Starfleet wanted to promulgate throughout the galaxy.
"Colonel, I'd be happy to take a suit of the combat armor," he glanced up at the SMO from his close study of the box, being careful not to touch it despite the Colonel's words... words he'd just caught while 'eavesdropping' on the conversation, "And perhaps we should get together and discuss crew combat training exercises. I'd like to make sure we know where each other stand in that regard. I'll be running the standard security training." With a few Wezean tricks of the trade thrown in, he thought.
That thought made him seize an idea, "In fact, why don't we, during leisure time, organize a sparring session for my department and yours? My new department I'm sure could use a few pointers from the UFP's marines..."
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Post by James Traks on Apr 7, 2016 0:26:42 GMT
Traks decided to find out where everyone stood and if he got tossed it was better to be close to a station.
Seth: "In fact, why don't we, during leisure time, organize a sparring session for my department and yours? My new department I'm sure could use a few pointers from the UFP's marines..."
Traks:" As long as the Doctor attends as we all know how things can get a little heated between Marines and security. But I will state for the record I have been assigned here with a combat squad, not a brigade, my standing orders are to field test the new combat armor under a normal deep space deployment environment. Now if that isn't one of the most idiotic mission parameters I have ever heard then this is going to be one strange trip. Although having served with the Admiral before it should not be dull."
Sonak: "Alright, time for formal introductions and this is the time to indicate how you wish to be addressed on duty. My name is Sonak, formerly addressed as Admiral Reckus but since my divorce I only have my Vulcan name. As a medical officer you may address me as doctor though while on the bridge I prefer admiral or captain which is the proper address for someone in command." She smiled. "On to you now..."
Traks:" I know the Admirals and have served with our Co before, so my name is Lt. Colonel James Traks. Colonel, or Traks, or Tank is acceptable on duty, James or Jim is fine off duty. I may be a MD but the only medicine I have practiced in the last 5 years is combat and the other is ....... well lets call it complicated and not a subject for this time."
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Lorna Holsen
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Apr 12, 2016 20:23:54 GMT
"In fact, why we, during leisure time, organize a sparring session for my department and yours? My new department I'm sure could use a few pointers from the UFP's marines..." Commander Helacaan said Lorna gave a small smile at that. These things only ever ended one way.
"As long as the Doctor attends as we all know how things can get a little heated between Marines and security. But I will state for the record I have been assigned here with a combat squad, not a brigade, my standing orders are to field test the new combat armor under a normal deep space deployment environment. Now if that isn't one of the most idiotic mission parameters I have ever heard then this is going to be one strange trip. Although having served with the Admiral before it should not be dull." And that was definitely a point in Colonel Trak's favour, the first time she had been one a ship with such an event she hadn't found out about it until the casualties started drifting in to sickbay. After that she had made it her policy to keep a close eye on such events.
Lorna smiled. "I will gladly attend the event. "
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After Colonel Trak's introduction.
She was never quite sure how to deal with introductions, however, as she had got older she found it easier to just go with it and allow her sense of humour to come to the fore just a bit, her crewmates would encounter that humour at some point and it was easier now rather than later.
"Greetings everyone. I'm Lorna Holsen, CMO. Off duty I answer to Lorna, on duty I respond to Lorna, Doctor, Medic! and the full range of pained noises." Sh paused a moment. "I most recently served on the USS Victory D. My speciality is battlefield medicine." She looked over at the Colonel and the Admiral. "If either of you need any time to maintain certification, just let me know. I am looking forward to having a commanding officer who understands medical terminology."
Lorna was just about to pass on when she remembered the other thing she wanted to add. "Oh, and thank you all for being up to date with your physicals."
Tag: whoever wanted to go next.
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Seth Helacaan
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Post by Seth Helacaan on Apr 15, 2016 10:17:42 GMT
Seth wasn't sure if Lorna Holsen's last comment was sarcastic or not, the only reason being that he was one of the staff, perhaps the only one, who hadn't kept Lorna up to date with his physical, nor submitted medical data or anything of the sort. Well, there would be no getting round it, he might need the physical after the sparring session with Traks...
He squared his shoulders and cleared his throat, wishing to impose himself beyond natural inclination. Not that he lacked assurance in being a security officer, rather it stemmed from a sense of apathy towards his duty that he would on occasion blindly follow orders, not caring for the duty or its outcome to such a great degree, and being content to just follow procedure, fit the role of a security officer and no more, nothing more expected of him unless something inflamed his passion such that he'd act outside of his Starfleet duty persona for which he sometimes did not care, but then such outbursts would have their prime cause in matters very much not relating to Starfleet, and rather to true family.
"Lieutenant Commander Seth Helacaan, CTSO," he said, "On duty you can refer to me as Lieutenant Commander Helacaan, or Seth, though that would only usually be for crew in my department. And Helacaan, or Seth, off duty."
With new superior officers, there was always the chance they could refer to him (accidentally now, perhaps) by his true first name... Karmelo. He winced to even think it. Seth was his middle name, one he had insisted being called by since the early days of the guerrilla wars on Ascension when he was only eleven. His father, and others associated with the family, the House of Helacaan, persisted in their usage of Karmelo. On his coming of age he'd customarily lead three expeditions into the mesas, the Ridge, as it was known to the Helacaan household and others in the province, to attack the Naal Conglomerate that had encroached on their world, technically a Federation colony that had long been neglected.
"I've served previously on two different ships during my time in Starfleet, though haven't before served with any of you except Admiral Reynolds at the end of my last assignment on the USS Olympia, and was for a brief time decommissioned before joining the Olympia."
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Matthew Reynolds
Rear Admiral
"It's good to have an end to a journey towards; but it is the journey that matters in the end."
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Apr 17, 2016 16:18:57 GMT
Matt surveyed the officers assembled in front of him and was pleased that no surprises had come about the introductions of the senior staff. Once everyone had finished Matt introduced himself.
"Rear Admiral Matthew Reynolds, special assignment to the USS Vesuvius, I am here as a Starfleet observer and specialist," Matt said," anything you may need I'm available to you at all times."
While not really wanting to get more into his history, Matt knew that the longer he served with these men and women, information will come out. Knowing and trusting people was not easy, but like everything else in life, it would take patience and trust.
(I know its short, but I'm pressed for time right now.)
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James Traks
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On the job.
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Post by James Traks on Apr 23, 2016 0:36:12 GMT
As the meeting wore on Traks' mind began to have a conversation with his inner Vulcan, while still being able to keep track of what was being said in the meeting.
{Traks: What right do we have to use this ship as a test bed for these suits? I would feel better heading off in a Runabout and take on the Hirogen.}
{Larok: You know sir that these suits are ready for this and just may well save lives, They can survive a hit from a type 4 phaser.}
{Traks: What good is that, the concussion would reduce the wearer to a bag of bone fragments. But if we can put a holographic Marine in it with a higher structural integrity field, as the power is not needed for life support, then we could have something. }
{Larok: As long as the Holograms volunteer. The Doctor won his case remember.}
{Traks: Yes I remember but you should also remember that I had Zimmerman create these programs and let them go through boot and AIT, These guys are as close to real as the Doctor is, he is just a little older. The Gunny is what 4 now? Oh yea how is the Admiral going to react when she learns that we have 68 Marines not just 8.}
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Lorna Holsen
Commander
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Post by Lorna Holsen on Apr 24, 2016 9:56:38 GMT
Lorna listened as the other members of staff introduced themselves. She mentally matched each one with the records she had reviewed earlier and looked forward to getting to know them all personally.
As she listened a notification appeared on her PADD letting her know that Commander Helacaan's physical had come due literally at that moment. She really should have spotted that before now. She smothered a sigh and hoped the CTSO would actually report to Sickbay on his own without her having to chase him.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2016 18:04:05 GMT
Looking around the table the Vulcan admiral offered a slight smile. "Right, so security and marines will organize sparring sessions for all crew wishing to attend them. I would recommend mixing all layers of rank and positions though and I am inclined to make it required for all senior staff." She gave a nod to Helacaan and Traks
tag Helacaan/Traks
She then looked to Holsen.
"What is the status of all crew physicals?" she asked, "anyone overdue needs to be summoned as before we leave dock."
tag Holsen (make up anything)
She then looked to jackson. "What about psychological evaluations?"
tag Jackson
Finally she looked to Reynolds. "If there are any kind of mission simulation you wish to run, now is the time to tell me."
tag Reynolds
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Seth Helacaan
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Post by Seth Helacaan on May 4, 2016 2:13:43 GMT
Seth had meant to keep on the quiet so to speak, but now that Admiral Sonak had directed himself and Colonel Traks to start the sparring sessions, almost as an order he thought amusedly, he learnt that he'd been quite mistaken. After the other staff's responses and their beginning to go about their duties Seth rose and turned to Traks, nodding to himself, aware that perhaps this might've happened.
"Now we've got the attention of the CO, Colonel... I think we had better do this lest we invite a reprimand." It was only partially a joke. 1600 hours?"
<tag James Traks>
He stood to attention before the Admiral and was given leave to depart the room; entering the bridge and cursorily scanning his console on the starboard side - over from where the briefing room was situated - on the upper deck near one of the turbolift entrances. He walked up and checked the functionality of the phaser arrays - new type XII phasers installed for this outing - and upgraded quantum torpedoes. Their operation at peak efficiency was crucial for the purposes of their shakedown cruise.
Diagnostics of the offensive and defensive capabilities evaluated, he headed into the turbolift and took a ride down to his quarters, stepping through the masses of clothes and other undesirable possessions strewn about the floor. Surely, he thought, he'd only just moved in? How had he managed to reduce his quarters to such a state already?
The holodeck would supply most of the protective wear for the sparring session as well as the weapons (if there were to be any, he thought with some apprehension), but there were a few extra tricks Seth kept somewhat forefront in his mind for eventualities such as these, or those that arose in actual lethal combat - all learnt from, besides Starfleet Academy and his fast-tracking through it, his colonial home Wezea and in his role in leading the guerrilla attacks to repel the Naal from the planet.
More pressing right now was that he would have to bring the matter before his tactical & security staff - who he barely knew yet - and ask for volunteers to combat none less than the Federation's renowned Marine Corps (off the back of his offer, a total whim, to the SMO to hold such a contest).
There was Lieutenant Maurice, and also Ensign Piqmr, whose files suggested they may be ideally suited for such an engagement - but Seth had never met them personally. He tapped his legs, bouncing them up and down as he sat on his bed, anticipation growing within him. Yes, he was determined to win this duel. While not being particularly attached to Starfleet, he'd now developed an affinity for more than one Starfleet ship's crew so that he'd at least gained a sense of belonging among them - while his real quarrel was with the Federation itself, embodied now, in the UFP's Marine Corps awaiting his challenge in the holodeck.
Perhaps the scattered rage he felt towards the Federation in toto would come out now, focused to a point on his contest with Colonel Traks. He sighed. Replicator: Wezean coffee, a few quick slurps and a vigorous shaking of the head, disgruntled at himself. All non-lethal of course, Seth. And all senior staff, per the Admiral's suggestion as well, well, it could get messy.
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