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Post by ONE on Aug 24, 2004 6:21:13 GMT
-- Academy Commandant's Office, SB Conqueror --
Captain ONE sat at his desk and talked with Commander 1st Class Edwards, the Hepta's new First Officer.
"...and make sure everybody is early to the briefing," ONE said, wrapping up the conversation.
"Aye sir, I will," TJ responded.
ONE closed the comlink, then called Captain Marcell to congratulate him on his promotion, then got up and went to the window. The angle wasn't quite right to see the Hepta in spacedock, but he could make out part of the starboard nacelle. He went back to his desk and sat down. Fifteen minutes before the briefing, he thought. The only thing left to do was double-check all the details for the new training mission, which he did in 9 minutes flat. Six minutes...
-- Briefing Room, USS Hepta, 2 minutes later --
TJ Edwards sat at the foot of the table, leaving the place of honor for the captain. All of the cadets and most of the instructors had arrived. He looked down at his PADD:
Instructors:
Xin-Ling Chan, Tac/Sec (Acting) - attending to duties Harash-Kyat, Eng - present Penfold, Sci - present Barbara Johnson, Cns - absent Trenia Torban, Nav - LOA Jordan Mackler, Med - present
Cadets:
Farlo Tejharet, Eng - present Athar, Cns - present Hans Franz, Nav - present Jason Black, Med - present
"Look, I have work to do. Let's get this over with." Harash-Kyat's voice broke the silence, putting pressure on the green FO to do something without the captain. TJ didn't know where the captain was, what he was doing, or when he'd be here.
"Um, if I may Commander," Penfold piped up, "but it is time to start the briefing.
TJ stood up nervously. He didn't even have a clue about what the training mission would be this time. Before he had time to say anything, though, ONE materialized in a green shimmer, right at the head of the briefing table. Sighing with relief and shaking his head at the same time, TJ sat back down.
"I shall not waste your time, ladies and gents, by chattering about nothing. I shall, therefore, merely explain to you the mission and leave you to ask questions and so forth on your own. The training mission is simple: rescue a distressed vessel. The Academy has set up a simulated disaster on a small ship not too far from here. There may or may not be an emergency beacon. Your mission then is to locate and rescue this vessel and its crew. Take note: the people on that vessel are real, so you are not to treat them as merely a simulation. This is to be treated as a real search-and-rescue operation. That is all."
ONE did an about face, walked straight to the door, and was gone.
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Post by briankaylana on Aug 24, 2004 7:10:58 GMT
"Listen up!" Harash-Kyat roared. The sound echoed around engineering and everyone fell silent. "We," he began again. "Have been given the assignment of rescuing a distressed vessel. Starfleet are cushy, so because there are real people on that ship I don't expect to much damage. I want you all to be ready, especially the cadets, with repair kits. Also, will somebody please sort out this Intermix Ratio! It's down 11%! NOT IN MY ENGINE ROOM!" He turned and walked into his office. "This his him on a good day," Ensign Hargrove said to Farlo. "Hargrove!" yelled Kyat. "I HEARD THAT!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2004 16:10:06 GMT
TJ was relieved when the Captain appeared to take control of the general briefing. He was a bit nervous with his new position. Not that he couldn't handle it; just that he felt a bit uneasy with any new promotion until he had his feet firmly planted in his duties.
TJ tapped his comm badge.
"TJ to Lieutenant Commander Chan."
— /\ — Chan here, Commander Edwards. — /\ —
"I need you to make a final check on the Tactical and Security office, then I need to see you in the Briefing Room." — /\ — Aye, Commander. I be there with you as soon as I can. Chan out. — /\ —
TJ leaned back in his chair. He had good news for Xin-Ling, and he was certain she would be pleased; and after he had given it to her, he would report to the bridge once again for duty.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2004 18:10:03 GMT
After the briefing was done and the Staff started to disperse, Dr Mackler indicated for Jason to follow her. They headed towards Sickbay.
Jordan: So what do you think, Cadet?
Jason: Oh, please call me Jason. But as far as the mission, hmmm...rescuing a distressed ship. That can mean a large spectrum of severity as far as casualities and fatalities. It sounds like we should be prepared for just about anything. Engineering, Sickbay, or both could have major problems to deal with.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2004 5:33:05 GMT
It did not take long for Xin-Ling to fulfill TJ's instructions. Other than minor straightening, the Tactical and Security office was already in order.
Once that was done, Xin-Ling left the office and headed for the nearest turbolift, and as she waited for its arrival, Dr. Barbara Johnson rounded a bend in the corridor. She was in an uncharacteristic rush.
"Why, hello, Puddin'," Dr. Johnson smiled broadly. "Ah've been meanin' t' run into you. We need t' have a final meetin' in mah office in about an hour. Can you make it?"
"Perhaps, Doctor," Xin-Ling answered her friend. "I am on way to Briefing Room to meet with Commander Edwards."
"Then Ah'll be ridin' with you, if it's all right, since I'm on mah way t' th' Bridge t' report in."
Just then the turbolift doors opened, and the two entered. In seconds the doors whooshed open again, and Xin-Ling and Dr. Johnson exited, each heading their separate ways – Dr. Johnson toward the Bridge, and Xin-Ling to the Briefing Room.
When she entered the room, she saw TJ sitting at the table. His visage broke into a broad, anticipatory smile, and he extended his hand, indicating a seat near his own.
"Might ye be havin' a seat, me friend," he said.
"I called ye t' th' Briefin' Room because 'tis a fine bit o' news I have for ye."
Xin-Ling looked quizzically at the Irishman.
"As ye know," he began, "Due t' me new duties, I won't be havin' th' time t' devote t' me former position of Chief Tactical an' Security Officer.
"So tell me, colleen. Have ye been wonderin' just who would be replacin' me?"
"The wonder have cross my mind, sir," the Asian answered honestly.
"'Tis about t' let ye know, I am.
"While we're havin' no authority t' appoint a new CTSO t' th' position aboard th' Hepta without th' Academy Personnel Office blessin', we can appoint a temporary – or actin' – CTSO. An' can ye guess who's been chosen?"
"I do not have idea," she answered. "Maybe Ensign Medicci?"
"No. No, not Medicci," TJ denied. "Oh, don't be makin' a mistake about it. Medicci's good, a fine tactical officer, but th' decision has been made already.
"Th' new Actin' CTSO," TJ continued, "is a certain colleen named ... Lieutenant Commander Xin-Ling Chan, effective immediately."
Xin-Ling, quite pleased – and surprised – fastened her eyes on the Irishman. In typical Asian modesty she quietly spoke.
"If you think I make good Acting CTSO, then ... I try."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2004 6:35:55 GMT
TJ could never understand it.
Xin-Ling was a phenomenal fighter, and it was, as he had often said, poetry in motion to see her in combat. She was, in his opinion, the best fighter he had ever seen. Yet she seemed honestly surprised when he told her she was the new Acting CTSO, and would remain in that position, very likely, until an official replacement for TJ would be made from the Academy Personnel Office.
"’Tis really all I was needin’ t’ tell ye, me friend."
She sat there, staring at him, her soft, brown eyes somehow expressive, yet not revealing her thoughts.
"Will ye be takin’ possession o’ th’ office sometime today?" he teased.
Xin-Ling blushed and rose to her feet.
"Yes, sir," she answered, and moved toward the door, where she turned before leaving, and, with her palm resting on the door frame, uttered a soft "thank you, Commander."
The Irishman smiled at his friend. "Get yourself t’ work now, colleen."
TJ watched as Xin-Ling left the Briefing Room on her way back to the Tactical/Security office. He smiled, remembering the time she, with Dr. Johnson and Admiral (then Commodore) KezTrek, had saved his life on the Breen vessel so long ago when he was a cadet on the USS Hanson.
TJ sighed as he left the Briefing Room for the short walk to the Bridge.
The Captain had spoken. It was time to get underway.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2004 9:14:29 GMT
After a quick run to the briefing room I found everybody had left, it was not my fault that I was late!
Since long ago it was my goal to attend the starfleet section47, but what happened yesterday really was the final straw.
(OOC: see bio, yet to come. IC)
After I had quickly packed all my possesions (they fitted in one napsac) I ran onboard of a cargo vessel. Little dit I know that it didn't go to the conqueror but to the bellicose. There I had to wait for a ship to continue my travel to the conqueror. I reported in just in time to hear that the hepta was about to leave. But in my total ignorance I didn't have the fainest idea where to find the USS Hepta.
After a long search and many questions I finally made it (in time) to the USS Hepta. But now I found no-one to brief or help me in any way.
So I decided to report to the bridge, maybe they could help me there.
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Post by lohnen on Aug 25, 2004 13:06:31 GMT
*holographic transmission from 1st Lieutenant Löhnen* Hey Cadet Zoariel, welcome to Starfleet. I see you have finally decided to devote your life to a greater good.......No seriously, you'll make a fine officer and I'm looking forward to seeing you in action! *looks around quickly, hoping his location has not been traced............ends transmission* Off: sorry, just couldn't resist the temptation of welcoming an old friend. I'll leave your ship alone now and it won't happen again
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2004 14:03:18 GMT
In moments the Irishman was approaching the entrance to the Bridge of the USS Hepta, the flagship for Starfleet Academy. The door whooshed! open to grant him entrance, and TJ stepped onto the Bridge, a quiet excitement building in him.
As he made his way to the center of the Bridge, the door opened again, and a Klingon in a cadet's uniform stepped inside. TJ wondered if he would be anything like Akleth, the huge mountain of a warrior that conducted Combat Training classes on Starbase Conqueror.
"Cadet Zoarial reporting for duty, sir!" the cadet opened in typically efficient Klingon fashion, and handing his assignment orders to TJ.
"I did not see ye in th' Briefin' Room, cadet," the Irishman responded, taking the orders and scanning them. "Might it be ye just now arrived?"
"Correct, sir. I found no one in the Briefing Room."
"Ah, an' that might be explainin' it," TJ smiled.
After looking over the papers, TJ took a few moments to fill in the young Klingon cadet on the mission particulars as they had heard them from Captain ONE.
By this time, there were representatives from most all of the departments at the various stations on the Bridge, except for Navigation. Of the two cadets who TJ was aware were in that department, Cadets Franz and Zoarial, only one was on the Bridge at that time. He assumed Cadet Franz was involved in other duties, and so continued speaking with the Klingon Zoarial. If Franz could not be present on the Bridge at this time, then TJ would use the skills of this Klingon.
"Tell me, me bucko ... have ye ever piloted a starship out o' space dock before?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2004 14:46:58 GMT
I was a little bit confused by the direct approach of Commander TJ Edwards. Startled I began:
"Sir, Do you mean, at the controls, on my own? I have seen it done once or twice but I don't know the exact procedure sir! I'm a good learner, if you explain it to me once I'll remember it for a lifetime sir!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2004 16:46:04 GMT
Harash-kyat prowled around the Engine room barking orders left and right. The cadets and staff tried their best to keep up and whizzed about with haste. "Farlo!" Harash-kyat called, The Cadet scrambled across the engine room. "Sir." "We are due to depart Spacedock any moment. Protocol dictates that a member of Engineering man the Eng. Console on the Bridge. I want you to do that. Get up there, announce yourself to the Duty Officer and then monitor power allocation whilst the Conn initiates thrusters to get out of the dock and then impulse to pull us clear and finally warp. Once under way and the duty officer says, you can come back here. I m sure to have found you more work by then." "Aye Sir" Farlo nodded eagerly
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2004 16:51:17 GMT
"Take a seat at th' Navigation console, Mr. Zoarial," said TJ to the Klingon. "While th' major safety checks have already been run, your instructor will be seein' t' it ye know th' procedure so well, ye could run it flawlessly in your sleep."
Zoarial took his seat where instructed, and TJ ran over the technique of piloting the huge craft out of spacedock, then took a couple steps back. As he did so, Farlo stepped into the Bridge and took his place at the Engineering console.
"An' now, Mr. Zoarial, as we have th' Captain's orders an' instructions, <he added nonchalantly> An' bein' there's always a first time for anythin' ...
"Take us out o' spacedock, Mr. Zoarial."
TJ watched as the Klingon's hands moved over the console.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2004 17:46:56 GMT
*OOC starting now to post everything in 3rd person* *edited some grammatically incorrect words and bad formulations IC*
Zoarial started to tremble a little bit when he felt the plasm of the console run underneath his fingers. Searching for the right section he found the speedcontrols.
>>Are all the hatches closed?<< <<aye>> >>Are we disconnected from everyting outside the ship?<< <<affirmative>>
After he had checked everything he could imagine checking (not knowing it was allready done by someone else) He faced the controls. Feeling a pair of patienced eyes in his neck made him ease up a little.
As he knew the Hepta was hovering on the same level, he knew his only concern was moving horizontaly and not verticaly so that was one thing that made the maneuver easy. As quickly as possible he tried to find the button that made the ship go as slowly as possible. Trying to find out which button it was, he all scanned them. Warp speed, that wouldn't be it, he knew for sure. Cruise speed then? No that wouldn't be appropriate for such a small space. Slow... now that was more to his liking.
He pressed the console and suddenly saw the walls moving across the windows. He could slowly get back to the reality after this awesome sight, and saw that he was busy colliding with a wall.
The exit was right, so he had to move to the right, so he had to use the RMT (right manuevering thruster)... easy!
But as the ship slowly started to turn left he knew it proved not to be so easy. He needed to put the power on the left thruster or he would crash in the wall. Zoarial powered the LMT (left maneuvering thruster) and saw he had cleared the wall by meters. But suddenly he heard some metal scraping and Zoarial panicked. But when he glanced over his shoulder he saw that one of the other cadets was disapprovingly scraping his boot across the floor. Phew!
Back in to the maneuvering. Left was right and right was left. Because Zoarial had seen his father undock once, he knew that he had to make a wide turn or else the back of the ship wouldn't make the turn. So he powered the LMT a little and then went straight for a while. After that he powerd the RMT and found the ship facing the doors of the dock. Moving in a straight line, with some minor adjustments to the left and right, he suddenly found himself in open space.
After he slowly brought the ship to a halt, he turned to Commander TJ.
>>Sir I know, it was a horrible manuever I am ashamed that I could not bring it to a better end.<<
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2004 20:51:30 GMT
TJ grinned, and his eyes twinkled, remembering how others had exited and entered spacedock on training missions before. Actually, Cadet Zoarial had done well for a first-time steering of the massive craft.
"Begorrah, an' ye should of seen how we left before, an' how we came back on me own trainin' voyage, Mr. Zoarial! Ye did no worse than them.
"An' ye can be certain Ms. Torban will be ironin' out th' kinks. By th' time we're returning, both you an' Mr. Franz will be skilled navigators, able t' steer th' Hepta through an access port givin' ye but a quarter of a meter, without so much as scrapin' th' paint."
He placed an approving hand on the Klingon's shoulder.
"Well done, Mr. Zoarial."
OOC: Excellent post, Mr. Zoarial!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2004 8:05:18 GMT
With great disbelief zoarial listened to the announcements Commander Edwards made. It just could not be possible, he steered wobbly, just barely missed the wall, and made a big mistake in thinking the left thruster was also making the ship go left.
But nevertheless, the positive words from Commander TJ made Zoarial feel more selfconfident. So with a great sparkle in his eyes. Zoarial stood right up, saluted, and said:
>>Thank you sir!<<
Zoarial couldn't help but smirk to the cadet who was scraping the floor. But knowing that he was supposed to stay on his post. Zoarial wasn't going into any trouble to meet the guy.
Maybe when we're flying on autopilot I will be able to have a little chat with this guy.
After this quick thought, Zoarial turned back to commander Edwards
>>I am awaiting your new orders sir! And again, thank you for your belief in me!"
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Post by barb on Aug 26, 2004 23:49:50 GMT
::She finds that she was also LATE for the briefing and sighs once in her office, tossing down the bag and then going straight back out to find out what the heck is goin on...if she aint careful shes gona be the first Johnson in Starfleet to have a folder full of Reprimands and Demotions::
OFF: TJ: Yes, I am here. Finally.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2004 3:36:50 GMT
OOC (sort of ...) ...
Faith, an' 'tis a GRAND thing t' be seein' ye aboard! I was beginnin' t' fear ye would not be makin' th' departure.
'Tis happy I am you're aboard, an' perhaps, once we're underway, we might consider meetin' in Ten Forward where I can be fillin' ye in, an' lettin' ye get your breath?
An' 'tis wonderin' I was if ye've met your cadet, Athar, yet...
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Post by briankaylana on Aug 27, 2004 6:03:28 GMT
Farlo sat at the Engineering console on the Bridge. 'That huge Klingon did well,' he thought. That huge Klingon approached him frm across the Bridge. "Could you dump more power into the Impulse reactors?" he asked. "I think I can increase our speed by a factor of 1.8% if I re-modulate the power allocators". Farlo smirked. "I'm sorry," he said. "But that's a completely improper procedure". The Klingon looked put out. He just wanted to make a good impression. "If you'd like," Farlo said. "We could do it together. That would be okay". Farlo thought he saw the beginnings of a smile adorning the Klingon's face.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2004 10:14:59 GMT
*OOC I'd rather let my own character think thank you but nevermind (I don't like looking like an idiot ;D ) IC* As Zoarial began talking to this person who seemed to know a lot more about what he was doing than zoarial himself, Zoarial thought it was handy to introduce himself. Zoarial offered his hand <<farlo>> And said: "That huge klingon has a name you know! I'm Zoarial, it's a pleasure to meet you! It seems that we will be closely working with eachother the next few weeks, and I'm looking forward to that!" <<farlo>> Zoarial closely watched this other cadet and wondered how he decided to join the academy. <<No don't think about that now, let's stick to the job, when the other CNO in training is at the controls, I'll be able to meet the whole crew, but now is not the time I think>> Zoarial thought.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2004 15:16:25 GMT
TJ was pleased at what he was seeing. The beginnings of bondings between the crewmembers was a good thing. The Hepta would perform better at the hands of a team than it would at the touch of those who were simply crewmembers.
"Mr. Zoarial, set your speed at one-quarter impulse for th' time bein', until we get sufficiently away from Starbase Conqueror." <Zoarial>TJ turned his attention to the cadet at the Operations console and spoke.
"Mr. Washington, if you start scannin' at a twenty parsec radius for anythin' that might be resemblin' th' craft we're searchin' for ..." OOC ... Okay, team, it's now time to for you all to shine! Remember that you might be finding more than just the craft we're looking for. Whether what else you find is good – or bad – that's entirely up to you.
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Post by briankaylana on Aug 27, 2004 18:07:53 GMT
Farlo picked himself up off the floor. He looked around. 'Who am I?" he thought. Wherever he was, it was badly damaged. The wall panels were blinking and there was pieces of broken metal everywhere. An eerie red glow illuminated the room, and Farlo wondered, 'Who AM I?' He couldn't remember. His head hurt. A warm trickle of blood flooded his face. A man next to him was also pulling himself up. He was huge, brown skin, head ridges and long hair. He wore a red uniform, as did everyone else in this room. Farlo looked down at himself, and saw that he was dressed in yellow.
He helped the massive alien up. "Who are you?" Farlo asked. The Klingon shrugged. "Who are YOU?" he demanded. Farlo also shrugged. "Help!" The two men turned to see a man lying on the floor. A massive support beam lay across him. Blood stained the carpet beneath him, and he began coughing violently. The two men approached the young man, but he died before they had a chance to help. "Where are we?" the alien demanded. "Who is in charge?" "I don't know," said Farlo. The alien glared at him. "What species are you?" Farlo didn't know. He didn't know anything. "Excuse me," said a Woman who was approaching them from behind. "Can you help me?"
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Post by ONE on Aug 28, 2004 4:59:45 GMT
Whether what else you find is good – or bad – that's entirely up to you. Just don't blow up my ship! Also try to stay away from death as much as possible.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2004 20:31:44 GMT
"Yessir Commander Edwards" The big klingon zoarial answered. Zoarial eased up as everything on the console was this easily explained. There was a box that said " --% impulse speed. <<A quarter... eehm... that was 40% wasn't it?>> Zoarial thought. <<quator, 4 ... eehm no! It meant, divide by 4! SO it was 25%!>>
"Okay Commander Edwards, in a few minutes we will be at the designated speed."
Zoarial looked around, and saw an blinking bulb. He looked at the text beneath it, and said: "Commander Edwards, I think that there's something that needs to be done first. I think that our engineer has to be on post, but I see him on the holodeck. I don't know if it's the procedure to warn everybody about the speed increase, but him, being the engineer should be warned shouldn't he sir?"
As Zoarial himself was busy navigating the ship and he didn't suspect that anything suspicious was within the radar-range of the Conqueror, he turned to cadet Washington.
"Mr Washington, could you please inform our engineer on the holodeck that it would be good for him to get to his post? I want him to find out if he can check the engines and make sure that we get the full speed from our 25%!"
The cadet stood up, nodded, and started: "Yes, mr... eehm?"
Zoarial laughed, it was a deep laughter, perfectly in accordance with Zoarial's posture. "I'm Cadet Zoarial, Cadet Washington. It's a pleasure having you on board and working with you!"
And as he couldn't find anything more to say, Zoarial turned back to his console, studying every single square inch, hoping he was able to find out what everything meant before it was nececary to use the controls, because then he had to ask Commander Edwards for their meaning. And Zoarial tried to be as selfsufficient as possible.
In the meantime, Cadet Washington strolled to the holodeck. He shut down the computer and entered the room. To his amazement he found the engineer lying on the floor. Screaming that: "What species are you". Hesitating, Cadet Washington asked: "Erhh sir? Our CNO in training suggested it would be for the best if you were on your post sir. He wanted to get the craft flying at it's best!
<<farlo>>
And Mr.Washington turned around and returned to his post.
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Post by jordan on Aug 28, 2004 21:39:44 GMT
Jordan walked back with Jason to sickbay and then she got an idea. Jordan: I have an idea. Follow me. They walked down to an empty holodeck and Jordan set up a situation in sickbay. She motioned for Jason to step inside and smiled as his suit changed to one of a commander. He stared at the outfit. Jordan: Just don't let it go to your head. What you'll be doing is trying to solve whatever problem I put in front of ya. Now, I'll be starting you off kind of big so don't be afraid to call for some help. Are ya ready? Jason: As ready as I'll ever be Commander. Jordan: Good. Computer begin hologram. Alarms came to life in sickbay. There were all sorts of people lying on the biobeds with all sorts of injuries. Jordan watched as her cadet went to work. She then got out a piece of paper and wrote a note to TJ and ONE saying that if they needed her, they were to write a note and send it with Draco as she's in the holodeck and might not be able to hear the combadge go off. She gave it to Draco and he disappeared with a chirp. tag: Jason (have fun)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2004 0:12:46 GMT
Just don't blow up my ship! Yes, indeedy!
'Tis not ready I am t' have me beneficiary become wealthy just yet. ;DWhen Cadet Washington had returned to his post, TJ spoke again.
"Excellent, Mr. Zoarial. Now that we've reached sufficient distance from th' starbase, try settin' your course on an increasingly outward spiral at warp factor 2.5.
"Mr. Washington, well set up. Continue scanning on a globular pattern, same radius."
Three chairs rested in the center of the Bridge. TJ took the one to the right – feeling a little uneasy, since it was his first time there, and he had not yet gotten used to it – and fastened his eyes on the veiwscreen.
"An' we'll just be seein' what we can find!"
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