New Training Mission: Surprises

[tiffany24]

"Tiffany took her place at helms console we are clear sir setting course warp five,
"As order sir"

'Tiffany set in the course took ship into warp five. 'She continue to make sure it stays to the directed course and speed. 'Tiffany thought ok so far I think I am doing well. did I miss anything.'Did I forget to do something? "Tiffany continue to do work at her station hoping she
has not mess up. "Sir I hope you do not mind me asking but am i doing this right? "Or is there more to helms then what i have done?



OCC: can someone tell if i miss anything because if i did i need to know i don't know much about helms

[Deleted]

OOC

Tiffany please refer to the pm that I have sent you. To clear things up, Cadet Tovan is still at the helm, along with Commander Shinsei. Cadet Porter is on the bridge, but awaiting her orders.

ON

"I heard that Commander," Drew said in response to Crystal's comment, "I don't always break regulations you know."

There was a general chuckle around the bridge, as some of the instructors saw the humour in that particular statement. Drew smiled at them, and then turned his attention back to his own display screen - which currently was showing him the status of all systems. His attention was distracted by the approach of a Cadet.

"Tiffany Ann Porter reporting for duty," the Cadet said crisply.

"Ah yes," Drew replied, rising from his chair, "our second navigation Cadet."

"That is correct sir," Tiffany replied.

"Good, good," Drew said, walking Tiffany down to the helm, "this is Commander Crystal Shinsei, and Cadet Tovan, both are assigned to the helm, for now why don't you familiarize yourself with our systems, while Cadet Tovan pilots."

Making sure Tiffany was settled, Drew walked back over to his chair, this time switching his display screen to show him helm performance.

[Deleted]

Konal sighed. It seemed her Cadet was a no-show so far. The ship hadn't left the station yet, so there was still time for an arrival if one ignored strict punctuality.

Konal meandered through astrometrics. Being a science officer - a Cardassian one at that - she was fully trained in most research fields, including astrometrics. This is going to be the first stop she was going to show the new Cadet, if he arrives. It is quite impressive to hone the long range sensors on a distant planet, star, or galaxy, and explore from a distance. Konal enjoyed astrometrics, even though her chosen passion was botany. If it weren't for the time off that the Hanson experiences after each training mission, she would approach Admiral Drew about commandeering part of the science lab for a hydroponics bay. It would take a full time caregiver, however, and Manto was not too passionate about giving up her off-time.

Growing bored, she wondered up to the bridge. She took her time. She was starting to feel her age, but refused to show it. Instead, she paced her steps. "No Cadet means no rushing around." she said, convincing herself that his tardiness was a good thing.

[tiffany24]

OCC: i am sorry everyone i thought i was only helm officer lol an i am sorry Cadet Tovan
an also anyone else i miss.

as for the ma'am part i am not sure how that happen i think for some reason i like to type in ma'am i have problem with fingers that trigger happy you should watch play zuma lol.


on: Tiffany down to the helm, "this is Commander Crystal Shinsei, and Cadet Tovan, both are assigned to the helm, for now why don't you familiarize yourself with our systems, while Cadet Tovan pilots." aye sir

Tiffany look over the systems Tiffany thought yep this is going fun as soon i figure out what it is i am doing. An i am far away from home more so now sense i am on a ship.

" i been a nervous all day long because i know i don't belong in this time frame i am going to need to talk to someone but who?

"Tiffany continue getting familer with the system but her mind still was wondering back to her time frame an her family my famliy would not believe this where i am an what i am doing.

I wonder if they would be proud of me, "I miss my family I wonder If they miss me ? "I bet my dad would be making coffee. 'An my mom doing those crafts she loves so much. "An my sister I bet she has her hands full with her daughter an son. "An I bet michael is off working at the tire shop.

" An I would be on the computer playing on rpg or game or working my education. 'I always did love learning new things,Those were the good days. Will I ever be able to see my family again.

"Maybe when I gets some time off maybe I should create a program on the holodeck of my family. An then see If I can find someone to talk about this.

[Deleted]

After escorting Ambassador Davis to his quarters, Ensign Rachel Rollins made her way back to the bridge. She passed several crewmembers along the way, blushing when Lieutenant Mark Black smiled at her. When the turbolift arrived she quickly hurried in, hoping that no one in the corridor had noticed how red her cheeks had gone.

Reaching the bridge, she spotted one of the new security cadets looking around the bridge in confusion. It seemed to Rachel that she was trying to get the attention of Commander Hope, who at the moment did not appear to have noticed the cadet.

“Hello,” Rachel said approaching her, “can I help?”

The Cadet turned round, and explained to Rachel that she was looking for her instructor. She also told Rachel that her name was Morgain Karenn.

“Well Morgain,” Rachel said, not wanting to stand on the formality of rank, “Commander Reynolds is probably around somewhere, for now why don’t I show you to the tactical station?”

“Thanks,” Morgain replied, as Rachel led her over to the station.

“No problem,” Rachel said, reaching tactical she spread her arms wide, “this is where it all happens!” she laughed.

Logging herself into the systems, she ran a quick system check ,and then stood aside to let Morgain take the station.

“The controls are fairly simple,” Rachel explained, “your standard tactical console really, why don’t you have a look round, familiarise yourself with everything here.”

<tag Morgain>

[tovan]

Tovan nodded in greeting to the newcomer. There was something slightly different then most of the other humans he had met, but he claimed to be no expert in human behavior, indeed, much of human behavior escaped his comprehension.

Returning his attention to the helm console, he confirmed that all moorings were clear. "Aye, sir, full thrusters," he said in response to the orders.

Had he been human, the word for his mental state would have been excitement. Tovan had never flown anything as powerful as an Intrepid-class starship outside of simulations. He looked forward to testing his skill on it's controls.

"We have cleared space doors. Course is laid in. Engaging warp engines." As Tovan's hand touched the control, the Hanson's warp engines hummed to life, propelling her forward.

[kang]

After being released from the brig Kang grabbed his gear and headed to the ship, once there he asked Commander Daya at the airlock where the Marine office was. After recieving direction Kang headed to the marine office, once there he reported in and waited for Lt Colonel Methos to arrive.

[wesleycrusser]

She inserted a memory stick into the computer and the small screen displayed a near empty bridge. The night shift was at work, quietly sitting at their stations when suddenly three Breen entered the bridge, quickly overpowering the crew present and setting the bridge (and ship) temperature to sub-zero. "How would you solve this?" S'reena asked.

"I don"t now, what to do. This is the first time " said Wesley Crusser.

[tiffany24]

"Tiffany nodded back in greeting Tovan" ,"Tiffany thought to herself I know one thing I like to learn how to control my emotions like Tovan ."I wonder If he would teach me? "I will have to ask him about that.?

I wonder if i should speak with my instructor about where i came from ? Tiffany continue get familer with helms control


Tiffany was finally off duty she head off to her quaters to unpack an to get settle in Tiffany made it to her quaters finally unpack an got settle in she then head out of her quarters she desided she need to tell someone of where she came from.

so she head towards Commander Brelev quaters she push the door chime an waited on her .

Tag:Commander Brelev

[Deleted]

“If you follow Ensign Rollins here, she will take you to your quarters,” Drew said, indicating a young raven haired security officer.

What an odd fellow, Drew thought to himself as he sat back in his chair. Any other thoughts he might have had about the Ambassador were pushed aside however when the turbolift opened once again, this time to admit the instructors and their cadets.

”Thank you, Admiral,” Jim said as he turned his attention to the young security officer.

“Ensign Rollins,” he said with a charming smile. “Shall we be on our way?”

The security officer nodded and led the ambassador through the hatchway leading off the bridge. A short turbolift ride took the two of them to Deck 10 where Jim was to be staying for the journey.

Ensign Rollins walked him to his quarters, and they stopped outside the closed door.

“Place your palm on the panel beside the door, and say the word “open” when the green light above the panel comes on.”

Jim did so, and the door slid open.

“Wait here a moment,” she said, and stepped into the room, surveying it briefly. Once she was satisfied that all was in order, she turned once more to the man standing at the door.

“You can enter now.”

Jim stepped inside. The ensign from security noted what care he took with the satchel he was carrying, and wondered at this. It would have seemed sufficient to her that the case was locked on his wrist. She, however, attributed it to a mild state of paranoia and thought nothing further of it.

“I’ll take my leave now, Mr. Ambassador. If you require my services any further, then you can reach me at the Tactical/Security office.” And with that, she left.

James quickly went to the door of his quarters, closed and locked it, then removed the chain that bound the satchel to his wrist. Once that was done, he opened the briefcase, reached in, pulled out a file and began leafing quickly through its papers. He set them on the desk, reached into the bag again, and took out a small box that had nearly filled his case. Both of these he placed into a desk drawer and locked them there. ...

[tpren]

konel said:

Looking around, Cadet T'Pren found herself calculating the amount of thrust and speed the USS Hanson's engines must get. She had never been on a starship before, and if she had not been so carefully trained by her Vulcan mother, she might have experienced feelings of awe, and maybe even excitement.

She stopped a passing Security crewman, and asked directions to her quarters. Upon arriving there, she found that there was a message awaiting her.


She went to a console, and a recorded message played back; "Cadet T'Pren, welcome to the USS Hanson. When you receive this message, can you please send me a communique. We have some safety protocols to discuss before we leave the Starbase."

The communique turned out to be from her Science instructor, Konal. She tapped her commbadge and said "T'Pren to Konal. I have arrived on board, and await your convenience to meet about the safety protocols mentioned in your communique."

As she awaited a response from Konal, she began to set her quarters to rights, unpacking her meager belongings and setting her Academy data solids on the shelves beside her console. That being done, she set out the only decorations she was to have in her room. A large IDIC, reminiscent of her mother's people, and of the culture she was raised in, and a Dreamcatcher, to honour her father's Mohawk nation, although with no sun coming in the window, it was more symbolic than anything else.

Having finished unpacking, T'Pren sat and began a meditation, awaiting further instruction from Konal.

[connorstephens]

More than nearly anything else in his life, Connor Stephens hated being late. Aware that in some circles it was even considered fashionable, Stephens nonetheless felt a gnawing sensation in his stomach at even the possibility of being late--for anything.

So naturally, here on the most important day of his life, he was running late. He'd arrived at the Academy late; he was late getting his quarters; and he was late finding the ship, the magnificent Intrepid-class Hanson. His stomach was a mess, like a peptic-acid sea. He imagined the great ship pulling out of spacedock, readying for warp, and him vaulting through the intervening void, trying to latch on somewhere on her exterior. And then fruitlessly banging on the hull, hoping someone would hear and let him in. Just so he wouldn't be late.

But after running like an Olympic sprinter, his bags banging against his thighs and hips, dashing people out of his way, he found, to his immense surprise that he was only just mostly late. The ship, ready for departure, was still in spacedock, though the final preparations had been made, everyone was aboard, and the dock crew were nearly finished with their tasks.

Aboard at last, he took a moment to take in great gulps of air, and set his bags down. The last message he had received told him that he should report to the bridge and let Admiral Drew know that he was indeed there. And then he was to get with his Sciences instructor, a Konal Manto, and then that person would give him his orders and schedule. He didn't know if it was a man or a woman, or even what race he or she might be. All he knew was that he was safely aboard, only marginally late, and that he was about to begin the first great adventure of his life.

Finally breathing normally again, Stephens made his way to a turbolift, arranged for it to take him to the bridge, bags and all, and settled back against the wall, wondering what it was all going to be like.

The doors slid open again. Crossing the threshold, he gasped in wonder. A real bridge on a real starship. The hummings and beepings and hushed conversations told him again how late he was. Sighing, he looked to the center area and noted a man with an Admiral's pips. Walking directly to him, Stephens extended his hand and said, "Cadet Connor Stephens reporting for duty, Sir."

He hoped that the Admiral wouldn't look at his chronometer.

Cadet 4 Connor Stephens
Science Officer
USS Hanson

[Deleted]

Jason was quietly manning the ops station. The hustle and bustle of leaving space dock was always exciting. There were many cadets on this mission, but once again the ops department received no one. Jason was disappointed, but realized that was the way the fleet was going. Security and tactical officers were the fastest growing divisions.

That of course didn't matter much to Jason as he could help any instructor or cadet on the ship. It also gave Jason the opportunity to study his colleagues. His observations would be skewed since the Hanson had the knack of going through things that no one else did.

As Jason finished compiling his pre-mission report, he couldn't help but hope that no one got shot, killed, or in the case of his first officer put in the brig during this mission.

[Deleted]

T'Pren entered the bridge a few moments after Konal responded to her communique. The reddish skinned Vulcan peered around, unsure of who she was looking for. Konal intercepted her before anyone asked who she was.

"I assume you would be T'Pren, correct?" The middle-aged Cardassian woman smiled at T'Pren, who gave only a simple acknowledgment. Clearly the Vulcan side of the woman dominated her emotions.

"So, about the safety protocols..." Commander Manto went through a series of do's and don'ts, mostly dealing with shunting power to and from internal sensor systems.

A Cadet appeared on the bridge while Konal was giving her miniature speech to the Vulcan, asking for Admiral Drew. The Admiral directed the Cadet, a Mr. Conner Stephens, to Konal. The Cadet looked a bit stunned to see a Cardassian female. It seemed he was expecting someone more... more... masculine. He quickly adjusted and introduced himself.

"I didn't know I had anoth..." Konal was about to express confusion about having a second cadet when Admiral Drew handed her a padd mid sentence. "I don't know why I didn't see this before!" she said to the Admiral, winking in his direction. The padd showed that another Cadet had been added under her command. Her face smiled with delight. "Well then, it looks like the three of us will get to know each other pretty well."

Recapping her safety lecture for Stephens, and completing it for the both of them, initial checkout was ready to begin. Konal went over to the science support station, located high up on the bridge. The Cadets followed.

"T'Pren, I would like for you to ensure the planetary sensors are calibrated. If they aren't, then calibrate them." T'Pren went to work. The sensors rarely went out of alignment, but since the Hanson recently had rework, there was no telling what state of calibration the instrumentation was in.

"Mr. Stephens. I would like for you to calibrate the ship's bio sensors. Be careful to work together with T'Pren when you reach the interlink node with the planetary sensors." Conner quickly started his job. Konal stepped back, watching the Cadets discuss the way to calibrate the sensors at their intersection points.

<T'Pren and Stephens>

OOC: T'Pren, and Mr. Stephens: Feel free to interact with each other, and myself.
Good first posts, by the way!

[catii]

brelev said:

"......I am not familiar with a blue skinned short stature species and I don't recall seeing that name on the roster"

"She wouldn't be on the crew roster, Ma'am. She's my five year-old daughter."

"We should revive him, go ahead, but pull up his file first."

Caitlin grabbed a nearby PADD and downloaded the required file. She read the text, picked up a hypospray and used it.

"Ensign? Hullo? Are you okay?" She waved her fingers in front of his eyes.

Yang sat up and looked around. His eyes focused on the implant in Cati's ear.

"If you are going to ask vhy I have it, you'd better tell me vhere the nearest commpression rifle is." threatened Cati, her accent slipping as her control over it was lost.

"Thanks I'm feeling alot better now!" said Yang as he hurried out of the room.

Cati sat down on the bed, rubbing her thoat with her right hand. With her left hand she gripped the edge of the bed hard.

<taggy to brelev>

[connorstephens]

After shaking hands with the Admiral, Stephens was directed to a middle-aged woman who introduced herself as his instructor for the balance of the training. He was surprised when he first saw her--not because she was a woman, or middle-aged, but because she was Cardassian. He was sure that his surprise showed on his face, but he recovered quickly and introduced himself to her.

She seemed surprised too. She started to say something about not knowing she had..and then stopped abruptly and glanced at a PADD that suddenly appeared. Stephens gently chuckled to himself as it was obvious that he had been late getting added to the crew roster. ~What a day! Am I going to be late forever?~ It reminded him of a story he knew, about a man who was late getting to an inn to stay for the night. There were no rooms there, but he was given to understand that if he had and told a good enough story, the management would make accomodations for him. But of course, he couldn't think of any at just that precise moment, and....well, so far, Stephens' day had been just like that.

The instructor, Konal Manto, had apparently been explaining to a young Vulcan cadet some safety protocols, and when Stephens had belatedly appeared, she had included him in those discussions. While she was talking, he became acutely aware that he still had his bags with him, and had no idea where his quarters were. He realized that the bridge was not the place to stow his personal things, and he wanted to ask her what he could do about that, but didn't think that interrupting her would be a good first start. So he listened, and waited, and when she had done, he looked at her, indicated his bags, and asked, "My bags, Ma'am?"

She looked at him, and then at his bags, and then smiled. She indicated that they would be taken care of, and directed him and the Vulcan cadet to the Science station. She gave the Vulcan, whose name was T'Pren, instructions to calibrate the planetary sensors. He was given a related task.

"Mr. Stephens. I would like for you to calibrate the ship's bio sensors. Be careful to work together with T'Pren when you reach the interlink node with the planetary sensors." Conner quickly started his job. Konal stepped back, watching the Cadets discuss the way to calibrate the sensors at their intersection points.

Stephens knew how to do this. Quickly entering some information into the console, he ran a quick diagnostic of the ship's biosensors. They were working, of course, but he still wasn't sure if they were calibrated correctly.

"I have to start with a baseline configuration," he said as he worked. "Once that's done--here, I am going to turn the sensors to the bridge and correlate the sensors to the bio signs here, and that will give us a base."

<T'Pren>

"Now all we have to do is tweak them until they run parallel, yours and mine." He showed her the schematic. "Like this."

<T'Pren>

Stephens looked at the female cadet for a moment. Typically Vulcan, at least she seemed so, she concentrated on her task with a minimum of interaction with him. Although quite gregarious, Stephens had the good sense not to try to engage her too much, at least at first. Perhaps, after they had had some time together, things would relax a little, and maybe he could get to know her more personally.

Finished with his task, and being sure T'Pren had finished hers, he then turned to the Commander, who was just behind them, smiling.

Cadet 4 Connor Stephens
Science Cadet
USS Hanson

[tiffany24]

Tiffany went back to her quarters to sleep finding that Commander Brelev was not in she figure that Commander Brelev was working overtime in sickbay.

"Tiffany made her arrivel back her quarters relize she better get herself some sleep before her next shieft.

Tiffany woke up before her shieft she got clean then headed out to tenforward order earl grey tea an eggs pancakes hashbrowns with toast with strawyberry jam.

After eating tiffany headed to the her quarters to get ready for her shieft she pull out fresh crisp uniform dawn on the the new uniform. an head out for to begin her shieft.

Tiffany enter onto the turbolift thinking to herself "It seems so odd beging in this time frame.
I wonder if this will last long me beging here? 'Or will I end up some where else or will I be sent back to my time frame?

Tiffany once again got lost in her memorys of her family Tiffany clear her mind of the fog of the memory she got of the turbo lift an put back on the mask.

"She headed towards her station taking the time getting to know the system making sure she was ready to take helms when it was order to do so.

[Deleted]

~how on earth did he get this far in the academy~ S'reena wondered while she stared down at her cadet. Sure enough he looked sorry to not know, and near to afraid for what her reaction might be. "Come with me," she told him, then waved him over to the turbolift. "Wait there for me, I have to make some arrangements. I'll be right with you."

(Crusser)

While Crusser walked over to the turbolift, S'reena walked down the command centre and approached Drew. "Since security cadets are in abundance on this bridge, I'm going to take him on some guarding duty," she told her commanding officer. "Ambassador Davis hasn't been assigned personal guards yet has he?"

At Drew's shake of the head, she smiled almost wickedly. "Good, now he does." Her smile widened, showing perfect white teeth. "Permission to pay our ambassador a visit and inform him of a personal guard being assigned. Oh...along with his instructor I assume?" This time Drew nodded, while he kept his eyes on his own cadet.

S'reena turned and walked back towards Crusser, then motioned for him to follow her into the turbolift. "Cadet Crusser, this is a small test on your knowledge on this ship. I want you to use this tricorder and use it to guide us toward Ambassador Davis' quarters. When we arrive there I want you to make sure the surroundings are safe before we enter his quarters. Any questions?"

(Crusser, please write about getting us to Davis' quarters. Use the tips I gave you in PM)

When they got to Davis' quarters and Crusser had given the safe signal, S'reena made their presence known and waited for Davis to acknowledge their arrival. She did assume Drew had given the ambassador an advance warning of there eminent arrival.

(Davis/Crusser)

[brelev]

Brelev watched her cadet with concern, it was not good for a doctor to be ill and her mothering instinct told her to intervene. "Cadet, what is wrong?" It was not only Caitlin's throat rubbing that concerned her, but also the cadet's reaction to Ensign Yang's questioning glance. Irritability was a symptom of many conditions. Obviously her implant was a cause of embarrassment for the young women, something Brelev may need to enlist Sarek's assistance with. "Cadet, are you injured?"

<Tag Isis)

"I see, you need to take it easy cadet, I don't want you to have to take a leave of absence in the middle of your training mission." Brelev cautioned. "As for your daughter, there is a day care on board where she can be taken care of. Why is she not at home, I was under the impressed cadets were to come alone?"

<Tag Isis>

[Deleted]

The two Cadets thought they were finished, and turned around. Konal smiled. Not because of their success, but because they had done exactly what she expected them to do. Fail.

It was an old Cardassian training technique. You put the new trainees into an impossible situation, make it look as if there is a simple possible solution, and let them think they've created a solution. In actuality, they just taught themselves a major lesson. Konal had to inform them of this first.

"Mr. Stephens. Where is the bio-material that you calibrated the sensors with?" Normally, there was a container of bio-matter that was held in a bio-container within the calibration unit on a ship. Konal had switched it out earlier today with the permission of Commander Hope. In its place, she left a stalk of celery. She told this to Stephens, who seemed a bit indignant.

<Mr. Stephens>

"T'Pren," the Cardassian instructor addressed her other protege. "When you calibrated the planetary sensors, we were moving, correct?" she nodded. "But when you started, we were still docked." she nodded again. "Can you tell me what is wrong with your calibration now?"

<T'Pren>

Before Cadet Stephens could argue that this case was not realistic, Konal turned back and continued. "I understand this scenario was not a realistic one, but it was designed to teach both of you a valuable lesson. You need to be aware of your surroundings. It is not enough to know your field. Everyone knows their field of study on this ship, that is why they are here." Konal turned around and looked at the rest of the room, along with the Cadets. It was obvious that everyone seemed to know what they were doing.

"See - the point of this training is to show you how your particular knowledge is integrated with the others' on this ship. Ask questions of myself and other officers and even other Cadets. Never assume. There are too many phenomena in this Galaxy to assume."

Stephens and T'Pren nodded. There was nothing to be ashamed about, and Konal sensed that both of them realized the value of this lesson. She smiled playfully. "You guys aren't mad at me now, are you?"

The Cadets didn't know how to respond to her informally. Konal straightened her lip back up. "OK, Mr. Stephens. Do you know how to get to the science labs from here? You need to grab that celery out, and replace it with the bio-container sitting beside it. T'Pren, you can start realigning the sensors. This time, not only should you be talking to each other, but engage the rest of the crew. You are all a team. Only when you work together, does this ship run."

T'Pren started working on the console again, while Stephens eagerly jumped into the turbolift.

[tpren]

OOC;

I have tried to post in sequence with my instructor, but am having trouble. can someone help me? I tried clicking "link to Post" and the little white square in the upper left of the message doesn't click. any suggestions. I posted my first "arrival" message, but Konal said something about her Cadet not arriving yet. I'm stumped! HELP!!!
T'Pren (obviously out of character!)

[tpren]

As T'Pren began calibrating the sensors, she was acutely aware of the attentions of the Terran Cadet at the Science station beside her. She attempted to ignore his attentions and continue her work, but when that failed, she turned her gaze upon him.

"Can I be of some aid to you, Cadet?" she asked.

"No. No, I was just, um...Never mind." and he went back to his work.

As Konal had suspected, the sensors were out, minutely. It was likely a Terran would not have considered them worth recalibrating, as they could have been considered withing normal operating parameters. But to T'Pren's Vulcan sensibilities, even the slight fraction of instability was worth the effort to recalibrate.

A few minutes later the task was completed, and she turned to her instructor, hands behind her back, for further instructions.

<Konal>

[tpren]

T'Pren looked at Connor Stephens carefully. All her life she had been spoken to as though she were somewhat slower then the "pure" Vulcans in her life. When she returned to Terra to study at university, she had been regarded as something of an oddity, a Vulcan/Mohawk hybrid. Neither of one world or the other.

So when Connor began explaining how to calibrate the sensors and run them together, T'Pren wasn't sure if he was being helpful or condescending. She decided that the logical path was to assume the former until circumstances proved otherwise.

"I am bringing mine online now...Mark!" She told him.
"Please link them both through the Science station and I will run a diagnostic to see if they have come to a suitable parallel".


"They seem to have come together suitably."

[tpren]

T'Pren realized her mistake.
"I calibrated for sensors at warp speed. If, however, I began calibrating while we were still docked, my calibrations would be all wrong because the planetary mass would be inert. Therefore the sensors for warp speed would be incorrectly calibrated because of the acceleration factor and the Doppler effect created by it."

T'Pren couldn't believe she had fallen into Konal's trap. Especially since she had been trained for such things both at Starfleet Academy and on Vulcan. So simple a ruse Konal had run, yet effective since Starfleet was still somewhat unfamiliar with Cardassians.

Sighing internally (Vulcan discipline would NEVER let her sigh outwardly!) she went back to the console and began again, this time inquiring of the helmsman of their speed and angle of approach, and distance from nearest planetary mass.

<Konal>
<Connor>

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OOC: I have contacted T'Pren about her OOC question.

Note Cadets: In the future, please place post containing only OOC comments in the OOC thread found on the Hanson Boards.

Yes, I realize I have just violated my own suggestion...