[USS Malinche, Crew Quarters, 2110 MD01]
After his extended shift ended, Turuas'ta stopped briefly at the mess hall to gather food. He planned to eat in his quarters, hoping to get in some time on his replicator project before bed.
"Hey, Turu!"
He was in the corridor not far from his quarters when he heard the shout. He turned, careful not to tip his tray, and saw Ens. Hackerson walking quickly towards him.
"Seline," he nodded to her, "something the matter?"
"No, I was just wondering if you were free for a couple of hours."
"I was planning to eat dinner and go to bed, but I could stay up. What's on you mind?"
"I thought you already ate dinner..." she said. "Anyway, I'm trying to put together a poker game, that's what. You ever play poker?"
Turu had played quite often, back at the Academy, but not since then. "A few times," he said. "What are you thinking of for wagers?"
"Don't know, yet. Probably just chips tonight, but if I can get together a regular group, we'll come up with something."
"If I come, hope you don't mind if I bring my dinner," he said, hefting the tray.
"Oh, don't worry about it. I haven't found enough players yet. Go eat, and I'll let you know when we're ready. See you later!"
He watched as she hurried around the corridor, and then he himself continued to his quarters.
When he got there, he found Drochlo changing into casual attire.
"You look like you have plans. Late date?" Akios set his tray on the tiny desk in the cramped quarters he shared with Ens. Drochlo, a zakdorn, and sat.
"Actually, Seline Hackerson invited me to a poker game."
Turu snorted. "She's been busy, I see. She caught me just a minute ago. She was still looking for players; I wonder how many she's trying to get."
"As long as she counted her chairs first, I guess it doesn't matter," Drochlo said, putting on a gold colored jacket of some material that shone like satin.
Akios dug in to his dinner. "Is that your lucky jacket?" he asked.
Drochlo shrugged. "I like to be comfortable while playing."
"probably doesn't hurt if the other players are half blinded when they look at you, eh?"
Drochlo grunted. "I thought you you appreciated nice clothes."
Akios took a big mouthful of food and decided not to comment.
[TBC]
Lost And Found (JM with USS Sentinel/Peacekeeper)
Moderators: Tournneau, Korath, Kersare
ON: <USS Sentinel Mess Hall, 19:30, Day 1>
Jake stood by one of the Sentinel?s Mess Hall viewports as he nursed the glass of Synthale; he wasn?t in the mood for company at that moment. Al through dinner his mind was focused on the Borg and the challenges the two crews where about to face with regard to the Delta Quadrant race.
Though he had never faced the real thing, he had fought the Borg in simulations designed with the help of those that had faced them for real, one of the people who had given their account of what it was like to face the Borg had been assimilated into their culture at one point and that made everything in the simulations even more real in his mind.
He could still hear the ghostly echoes of the machinery that surrounded him as he walked through the Borg Cube with his team.
The darkness of the vessel was overpowering, as their boots trod against the metal walkway, signalling their presence. They had been on the Cube for several minutes already and they had not seen a single drone or even a Borg alcove, but Quaid knew they where nearing a heavy Borg presence.
?Remember your orders,? he whispered to Evans, Roxik and Mut?Ell. ?Don?t fire on any drones until they become hostile? remember the reports we read about how they don?t react to intruders until they?re considered a threat.?
?Aye sir,? the three officers said in unison as they rounded the corner.
Quaid stopped in his tracks, there where several dozen drones lining the corridor. With all but one of them in their alcoves, the last was by a console as it manually inputted some data.
The Drone stopped to turn and face the team but only for a few moments as it quickly returned to its work.
?That used to be a Bolian,? Roxik said bitterly, ?One of my own kind reduced to a mindless drone!?
?I know Rox, just keep focused,? Quaid replied. ?We have work to do. Let?s move.?
?Aye sir, but I?m gonna write a formal protest?? Ensign Roxik stopped dead as the Borg drone nearest to him ended its regeneration cycle and stepped from its alcove.
The Bolian raised his weapon to open fire, only for Evans to push the barrel of his phaser rifle down.
?What the hell do you think you?re doing!?!? Ensign Kathy Evans asked as she pinned both herself and Roxik against the wall so that they wouldn?t get in the drones way.
?I thought he was gonna attack!? Roxik replied, a little embarrassed.
?For Kahless?s sake, will the two of you stop fooling around like a pair of drunken Targs, we have work to do!? the Klingon exchange officer Mut?Ell growled as he followed Quaid like the loyal warrior he was.
?You heard him,? Quaid piped in, his eyes scowering the path ahead. ?We don?t know if the Borg attack when they figure their intruders are noisy!?
Evans and Roxik both quickly fell back into formation without another word.
A few moments later they came to a corridor junction, which was devoid of Borg activity.
?I don?t like this? we?re on a cube that supposedly has thousands of drones yet it?s as quiet as one of Rox?s Bolian opera recitals,? Quaid observed with a slight grin as they cautiously entered the junction.
?Hey?? Roxik replied with mock anger
As soon as the team entered the junction, four fields of eerie green light blocked the entrances.
?Tango positions!? Quaid growled as the SSWAT members took defensive poses in the centre of the junction. ?Evans, scan the area.?
Retrieving a Tricorder from her combat harness, Kathy flipped it open and proceeded to point it in several different directions while she still had her weapon posed on the northern force field.
?The energy poured into these fields suggests we?re in a heavily fortified but desolate area? perhaps we?re in the Cube?s propulsion area?? Evans reported.
?Doubtful, if this was the Borg?s version of main engineering, we?d be surrounded by drones? no, this is something else entirely,? Quaid replied.
?Do we just sit here like four petaQ?s?? Mut?Ell asked with a frustrated snarl.
?What else can we do? we?re trapped! Why don?t they just end the simulation!?!? Roxik asked.
With that, the fields dropped and Borg drones materialised in the corridors beyond the junction.
And then they heard it?
?We are the Borg, existence as you know it is over, we will add your biological distinctiveness to our own, resistance is futile.?
?PHOTON GRENADES!!!!? Quaid shouted as he pulled a charge from his combat harness and threw it a drone with all his might.
Four explosions soon ripped through the corridors leading from the junction, filling them with fires and choking fumes from the Borg pipelines. The Borg Drones had been damaged or destroyed but quickly disintegrated and were replaced by more Drones who wasted no time in striding toward the Starfleet Officer?s.
The Team opened fire, taking down several Drones with their phaser rifles before the cybernetic lifeforms adapted to the Starfleet weaponry, their personal shields rendering the weapons useless.
Mut?Ell roared at the approaching drones and threw his compression rifle at one before leaping at them in an animal-like rage. He managed to fight his way through the first two by ripping components from their violated bodies before a third managed to surprise him and inject him with nanoprobes.
The three remaining team-mates all cursed under their breaths and quickly used the escape route that Mut?Ell had created as a means of escape. Evans and Roxik passed their Klingon comrade as nanites possessed his body and turned him into a Drone.
Quaid saw the look in his comrades eyes and raised his rifle, aiming for the Klingons chest.
?Do it,? the Klingon managed to say while his face contorted in pain and his complexion changed. ?DO IT!!!!?
?I?m sorry?? Quaid almost whispered before firing.
He couldn?t bare to look at Mut?Ell after that, added to the fact that the Borg that tried to assimilate his friend had turned its attention to him, Quaid had to run after his team.
He rounded the corner to find them in the arms of Borg drones, their injection tubules firmly entrenched in their captives necks.
?Dammit!? Quaid said as he raised his rifle to show Rox and Evans the same mercy he had shown Mut?Ell but he was prevented from doing so as several Borg grabbed him and pinned him in the same position as Rox and Evans where in.
He fought against their hold on him to know avail as their superior strength rendered him helpless. The last thing he remembered was needle-like metallic pincers breaking through the flesh of neck like a viper?s fangs. Moments later, he felt the poison from the fangs begin to take hold of him.
Of course, that was just a holographic simulation, one of many involving the Borg. Nobody had died or became one with the Borg that day, but the memories and feelings he felt before and during the simulations had re-emerged from the area of his mind, which he had forced them into.
Quaid?s fingertips touched the side of his neck in which the Borg had claimed him so forcefully before taking another longing look out into the darkness of space.
Off:
Mut?Ell
Klingon Defence Force Exchange Officer
Kathy Evans
Starfleet Special Weapons And Tactics
Roxik
Starfleet Special Weapons And Tactics
[NPC?s Played By Sean]
Jake stood by one of the Sentinel?s Mess Hall viewports as he nursed the glass of Synthale; he wasn?t in the mood for company at that moment. Al through dinner his mind was focused on the Borg and the challenges the two crews where about to face with regard to the Delta Quadrant race.
Though he had never faced the real thing, he had fought the Borg in simulations designed with the help of those that had faced them for real, one of the people who had given their account of what it was like to face the Borg had been assimilated into their culture at one point and that made everything in the simulations even more real in his mind.
He could still hear the ghostly echoes of the machinery that surrounded him as he walked through the Borg Cube with his team.
The darkness of the vessel was overpowering, as their boots trod against the metal walkway, signalling their presence. They had been on the Cube for several minutes already and they had not seen a single drone or even a Borg alcove, but Quaid knew they where nearing a heavy Borg presence.
?Remember your orders,? he whispered to Evans, Roxik and Mut?Ell. ?Don?t fire on any drones until they become hostile? remember the reports we read about how they don?t react to intruders until they?re considered a threat.?
?Aye sir,? the three officers said in unison as they rounded the corner.
Quaid stopped in his tracks, there where several dozen drones lining the corridor. With all but one of them in their alcoves, the last was by a console as it manually inputted some data.
The Drone stopped to turn and face the team but only for a few moments as it quickly returned to its work.
?That used to be a Bolian,? Roxik said bitterly, ?One of my own kind reduced to a mindless drone!?
?I know Rox, just keep focused,? Quaid replied. ?We have work to do. Let?s move.?
?Aye sir, but I?m gonna write a formal protest?? Ensign Roxik stopped dead as the Borg drone nearest to him ended its regeneration cycle and stepped from its alcove.
The Bolian raised his weapon to open fire, only for Evans to push the barrel of his phaser rifle down.
?What the hell do you think you?re doing!?!? Ensign Kathy Evans asked as she pinned both herself and Roxik against the wall so that they wouldn?t get in the drones way.
?I thought he was gonna attack!? Roxik replied, a little embarrassed.
?For Kahless?s sake, will the two of you stop fooling around like a pair of drunken Targs, we have work to do!? the Klingon exchange officer Mut?Ell growled as he followed Quaid like the loyal warrior he was.
?You heard him,? Quaid piped in, his eyes scowering the path ahead. ?We don?t know if the Borg attack when they figure their intruders are noisy!?
Evans and Roxik both quickly fell back into formation without another word.
A few moments later they came to a corridor junction, which was devoid of Borg activity.
?I don?t like this? we?re on a cube that supposedly has thousands of drones yet it?s as quiet as one of Rox?s Bolian opera recitals,? Quaid observed with a slight grin as they cautiously entered the junction.
?Hey?? Roxik replied with mock anger
As soon as the team entered the junction, four fields of eerie green light blocked the entrances.
?Tango positions!? Quaid growled as the SSWAT members took defensive poses in the centre of the junction. ?Evans, scan the area.?
Retrieving a Tricorder from her combat harness, Kathy flipped it open and proceeded to point it in several different directions while she still had her weapon posed on the northern force field.
?The energy poured into these fields suggests we?re in a heavily fortified but desolate area? perhaps we?re in the Cube?s propulsion area?? Evans reported.
?Doubtful, if this was the Borg?s version of main engineering, we?d be surrounded by drones? no, this is something else entirely,? Quaid replied.
?Do we just sit here like four petaQ?s?? Mut?Ell asked with a frustrated snarl.
?What else can we do? we?re trapped! Why don?t they just end the simulation!?!? Roxik asked.
With that, the fields dropped and Borg drones materialised in the corridors beyond the junction.
And then they heard it?
?We are the Borg, existence as you know it is over, we will add your biological distinctiveness to our own, resistance is futile.?
?PHOTON GRENADES!!!!? Quaid shouted as he pulled a charge from his combat harness and threw it a drone with all his might.
Four explosions soon ripped through the corridors leading from the junction, filling them with fires and choking fumes from the Borg pipelines. The Borg Drones had been damaged or destroyed but quickly disintegrated and were replaced by more Drones who wasted no time in striding toward the Starfleet Officer?s.
The Team opened fire, taking down several Drones with their phaser rifles before the cybernetic lifeforms adapted to the Starfleet weaponry, their personal shields rendering the weapons useless.
Mut?Ell roared at the approaching drones and threw his compression rifle at one before leaping at them in an animal-like rage. He managed to fight his way through the first two by ripping components from their violated bodies before a third managed to surprise him and inject him with nanoprobes.
The three remaining team-mates all cursed under their breaths and quickly used the escape route that Mut?Ell had created as a means of escape. Evans and Roxik passed their Klingon comrade as nanites possessed his body and turned him into a Drone.
Quaid saw the look in his comrades eyes and raised his rifle, aiming for the Klingons chest.
?Do it,? the Klingon managed to say while his face contorted in pain and his complexion changed. ?DO IT!!!!?
?I?m sorry?? Quaid almost whispered before firing.
He couldn?t bare to look at Mut?Ell after that, added to the fact that the Borg that tried to assimilate his friend had turned its attention to him, Quaid had to run after his team.
He rounded the corner to find them in the arms of Borg drones, their injection tubules firmly entrenched in their captives necks.
?Dammit!? Quaid said as he raised his rifle to show Rox and Evans the same mercy he had shown Mut?Ell but he was prevented from doing so as several Borg grabbed him and pinned him in the same position as Rox and Evans where in.
He fought against their hold on him to know avail as their superior strength rendered him helpless. The last thing he remembered was needle-like metallic pincers breaking through the flesh of neck like a viper?s fangs. Moments later, he felt the poison from the fangs begin to take hold of him.
Of course, that was just a holographic simulation, one of many involving the Borg. Nobody had died or became one with the Borg that day, but the memories and feelings he felt before and during the simulations had re-emerged from the area of his mind, which he had forced them into.
Quaid?s fingertips touched the side of his neck in which the Borg had claimed him so forcefully before taking another longing look out into the darkness of space.
Off:
Mut?Ell
Klingon Defence Force Exchange Officer
Kathy Evans
Starfleet Special Weapons And Tactics
Roxik
Starfleet Special Weapons And Tactics
[NPC?s Played By Sean]
Lieutenant Jacob "Jake" Quaid
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
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Peters
- Senior Staff
- Posts: 202
- Joined: Mon Mar 20, 2006 2:17 pm
- Location: Space, the final frontier...
- Contact:
ON: <USS Malinche, Main Engineering, 2020, Day 1>
Peters walked into engineering, noting as he did so that his staff finally seemed to have lost the habit of jumping to attention when he walked in. That was good. More work would get done and less time would be wasted with as often as he was in and out of Engineering.
Walking into his office, Peters looked at the stack of padds on his desk. He needed to deal with those, but for the moment he would content himself with putting them off until morning. He had something else in mind for this visit to his office.
Peters sat down at his desk and pulled up the systems monitoring program. He punched in the inventory and replication system menu and typed in his access code. "Computer," he said, "Monitor non-food requisitions by Ensigns Akios and... Drachlo. Compile a list and key access to my account only."
The computer bleeped acknowledgment as Peters checked to make sure he'd gotten the name of Akios' roommate correct. He had. With a small smile Peters signed out of his terminal.
"Now, Mister Akios, we'll see if you're up to what I think you're up to," Peters said to himself. If it was what he suspected, he'd leave it alone. That kind of ingenuity shouldn't be stifled. If it wasn't what he thought, he wanted to know what it actually was so he could determine the best course of action.
Peters walked back out of his office and was glad to see that his evening crew was still hard at work. For himself, he needed to get to bed. He wanted to get an early start in the morning.
OFF:
Peters walked into engineering, noting as he did so that his staff finally seemed to have lost the habit of jumping to attention when he walked in. That was good. More work would get done and less time would be wasted with as often as he was in and out of Engineering.
Walking into his office, Peters looked at the stack of padds on his desk. He needed to deal with those, but for the moment he would content himself with putting them off until morning. He had something else in mind for this visit to his office.
Peters sat down at his desk and pulled up the systems monitoring program. He punched in the inventory and replication system menu and typed in his access code. "Computer," he said, "Monitor non-food requisitions by Ensigns Akios and... Drachlo. Compile a list and key access to my account only."
The computer bleeped acknowledgment as Peters checked to make sure he'd gotten the name of Akios' roommate correct. He had. With a small smile Peters signed out of his terminal.
"Now, Mister Akios, we'll see if you're up to what I think you're up to," Peters said to himself. If it was what he suspected, he'd leave it alone. That kind of ingenuity shouldn't be stifled. If it wasn't what he thought, he wanted to know what it actually was so he could determine the best course of action.
Peters walked back out of his office and was glad to see that his evening crew was still hard at work. For himself, he needed to get to bed. He wanted to get an early start in the morning.
OFF:
Tony
AKA
Lieutenant Commander Todd Peters
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
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Starbase 386 Crew
- Posts: 105
- Joined: Sun Jul 01, 2007 11:38 pm
- Location: Starbase 386
ON: <<USS Sentinel, Corridor, 2016, Day 1>>
Returning from escorting the Malinche crew to the transporter room, Kilana sighed. She didn't mind taking them, but having Nigel (NPC) there as well was just...unnerving. Thus far she hadn't had to deal with him very much, but she could tell that she didn't particularly care for him. Kilana looked down the corridor and saw James walking out of the Mess Hall; smiling, she called, "Captain!"
Lange turned as he heard himself being called. He smiled to Kilana and nodded to Davenport. "Chief, Commander. I trust the Malinche crew are safely back aboard their own ship?"
"Yes, suh, "Davenport practically sneered.
Kilana bit her lip to keep from rolling her eyes. "Mess Hall cleaned up, sir?"
"They're working on it," Lange replied. He nodded towards the length of the corridor. "Walk with me, will you?"
Nodding, Kilana fell into step beside him. "Something on your mind?"
"I wanted to get both of your thoughts on the dinner," Lange said as Davenport fell into step on his other side.
"I thought it went rather well," Kilana started. "The crews seemed to get along well and near the end they were starting to socialize a little - especially department counterparts. Most seemed to enjoy the actual dinner as well."
"In my personal opinion, Suh, it was a waste of time," Davenport sniffed.
"Really, commander? And why might that be?" Lange was genuinely curious.
"Well, suh, if you ask me, actual personal contact between the two crews will be minimal. Why then should we try to make sure everyone is friends for people that will only see each other in briefings?"
Lange took a breath before replying. He didn't want to lose his temper with his new XO this early in their working relationship. "First of all, Commander, I didn't ask you. Secondly, if we find the Sirion intact many members of the two crews WILL be working together as part of the salvage team. And finally, it does an officer good to interact with someone other than his own shipmates everyone once in awhile, and I try to give my people every opportunity possible to do that."
"Yes, suh," Davenport sniffed again. "I still believe that the time could have been spent better, however."
Kilana shook her head slightly at Nigel's comment. He didn't seem to know very much as far as people went, and he certainly wasn't going to be on James' good side with an attitude like that. "Well, I think it was a good use of time, and even if it wasn't, it wasn't that long anyway."
Lange nodded. "At least someone around here agrees with me. Personally, I think it went well... though I did notice a couple of the Malinche crew sneaking out early. I guess they were of your mind, Commander."
Davenport merely "Harumph"ed.
"They could've had good reasons, sir. I believe I also remember seeing Ms. Garrett and Mr. Roh of the Malinche leave early as well, though presumably to discuss Operations matters," Kilana replied.
"Well, that should be good at least. I saw you having a lively discussion with Lieutenant Peters, as well," Lange said.
Kilana smiled, "Yes, we were comparing notes. Seems like a good Officer."
Lange nodded. "I've actually met him before, back when I commanded the Relentless. Didn't expect to run into him on this side of the Federation, though."
"He was the chief engineer of Starbase 60 when I took command of the ship." Lange stopped as they came to the turbolift. "At any rate, I'm going to go sign all those forms you've been leaving on my desk for me, Chief. Commander, I believe you have the night shift on the bridge."
"Yes, suh," Davenport replied. Without further comment he stepped into the lift. Lange turned back to Kilana as the doors hissed shut.
"Does he bug you as much as he does me?"
"That depends....do you want to throw him out of an airlock too?" She quirked an eyebrow.
?I was actually thinking of putting him in the shuttle bay and letting it depressurize slowly,? Lange quipped.
"Close enough," she smiled. "Is he really assigned as a permanent XO, or will we get another one?"
?Dear god, but I hope we get another XO,? Lange said. ?He thinks he?s on the fast track to command. I think his CO?s have all hated his attitude and have found creative ways to get rid of him.?
"Have you thought of a 'creative way' yet?"
?If I had do you think he?d still be here?? Lange grinned. ?I?m working on it.?
Kilana laughed, "Should I try as well? Or you might ask your Chief Flight Control Officer. Maybe he can Uno him to death..."
"Is that what he's playing this week? I was beginning to wonder."
She nodded, "I believe he was going to start tournaments between the Malinche and Sentinel crews actually."
Lange blinked. ?That should be interesting to see. Might have to peek in? under an alias, of course.?
"Of course," Kilana grinned. "I've not played before actually. Maybe I'll watch sometime though."
Lange nodded. "What are your plans for the evening?"
"Possibly check on Engineering and see how things are going...make sure nothing new has come through that I need to take care of, and get some sleep. Then do it all over again tomorrow. You?" She smiled at James.
"Signing reports, and then sleep. Would you like to come by my quarters for a drink before you go to bed?"
"I'd love to. Should I let you know when I'm on my way, or just show up?" Kilana slowed as the two arrived at a turbolift, where they'd part ways for the time being.
?You can just drop by.? Lange smiled as the turbolift doors hissed open. ?I?ll see you then.?
"See you then," Kilana returned the smile. Hopefully checking on Engineering and making sure her Yeoman duties were caught up wouldn't take too long. Perhaps her day would end on a good note.
Lange stepped back to let the doors close. As they did so he said, ?Captain?s Quarters.?
The computer bleeped in response and the lift began to move.
OFF:
A Joint Post By:
Captain James Lange
Commanding Officer
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
&
Commander Nigel Davenport III (PNPC)
Executive Officer
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
As Played By: Tony
&
Chief Petty Officer Kilana Nira
Chief of the Boat, Captain's Yeoman, & Acting Chief Engineer
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
Returning from escorting the Malinche crew to the transporter room, Kilana sighed. She didn't mind taking them, but having Nigel (NPC) there as well was just...unnerving. Thus far she hadn't had to deal with him very much, but she could tell that she didn't particularly care for him. Kilana looked down the corridor and saw James walking out of the Mess Hall; smiling, she called, "Captain!"
Lange turned as he heard himself being called. He smiled to Kilana and nodded to Davenport. "Chief, Commander. I trust the Malinche crew are safely back aboard their own ship?"
"Yes, suh, "Davenport practically sneered.
Kilana bit her lip to keep from rolling her eyes. "Mess Hall cleaned up, sir?"
"They're working on it," Lange replied. He nodded towards the length of the corridor. "Walk with me, will you?"
Nodding, Kilana fell into step beside him. "Something on your mind?"
"I wanted to get both of your thoughts on the dinner," Lange said as Davenport fell into step on his other side.
"I thought it went rather well," Kilana started. "The crews seemed to get along well and near the end they were starting to socialize a little - especially department counterparts. Most seemed to enjoy the actual dinner as well."
"In my personal opinion, Suh, it was a waste of time," Davenport sniffed.
"Really, commander? And why might that be?" Lange was genuinely curious.
"Well, suh, if you ask me, actual personal contact between the two crews will be minimal. Why then should we try to make sure everyone is friends for people that will only see each other in briefings?"
Lange took a breath before replying. He didn't want to lose his temper with his new XO this early in their working relationship. "First of all, Commander, I didn't ask you. Secondly, if we find the Sirion intact many members of the two crews WILL be working together as part of the salvage team. And finally, it does an officer good to interact with someone other than his own shipmates everyone once in awhile, and I try to give my people every opportunity possible to do that."
"Yes, suh," Davenport sniffed again. "I still believe that the time could have been spent better, however."
Kilana shook her head slightly at Nigel's comment. He didn't seem to know very much as far as people went, and he certainly wasn't going to be on James' good side with an attitude like that. "Well, I think it was a good use of time, and even if it wasn't, it wasn't that long anyway."
Lange nodded. "At least someone around here agrees with me. Personally, I think it went well... though I did notice a couple of the Malinche crew sneaking out early. I guess they were of your mind, Commander."
Davenport merely "Harumph"ed.
"They could've had good reasons, sir. I believe I also remember seeing Ms. Garrett and Mr. Roh of the Malinche leave early as well, though presumably to discuss Operations matters," Kilana replied.
"Well, that should be good at least. I saw you having a lively discussion with Lieutenant Peters, as well," Lange said.
Kilana smiled, "Yes, we were comparing notes. Seems like a good Officer."
Lange nodded. "I've actually met him before, back when I commanded the Relentless. Didn't expect to run into him on this side of the Federation, though."
"He was the chief engineer of Starbase 60 when I took command of the ship." Lange stopped as they came to the turbolift. "At any rate, I'm going to go sign all those forms you've been leaving on my desk for me, Chief. Commander, I believe you have the night shift on the bridge."
"Yes, suh," Davenport replied. Without further comment he stepped into the lift. Lange turned back to Kilana as the doors hissed shut.
"Does he bug you as much as he does me?"
"That depends....do you want to throw him out of an airlock too?" She quirked an eyebrow.
?I was actually thinking of putting him in the shuttle bay and letting it depressurize slowly,? Lange quipped.
"Close enough," she smiled. "Is he really assigned as a permanent XO, or will we get another one?"
?Dear god, but I hope we get another XO,? Lange said. ?He thinks he?s on the fast track to command. I think his CO?s have all hated his attitude and have found creative ways to get rid of him.?
"Have you thought of a 'creative way' yet?"
?If I had do you think he?d still be here?? Lange grinned. ?I?m working on it.?
Kilana laughed, "Should I try as well? Or you might ask your Chief Flight Control Officer. Maybe he can Uno him to death..."
"Is that what he's playing this week? I was beginning to wonder."
She nodded, "I believe he was going to start tournaments between the Malinche and Sentinel crews actually."
Lange blinked. ?That should be interesting to see. Might have to peek in? under an alias, of course.?
"Of course," Kilana grinned. "I've not played before actually. Maybe I'll watch sometime though."
Lange nodded. "What are your plans for the evening?"
"Possibly check on Engineering and see how things are going...make sure nothing new has come through that I need to take care of, and get some sleep. Then do it all over again tomorrow. You?" She smiled at James.
"Signing reports, and then sleep. Would you like to come by my quarters for a drink before you go to bed?"
"I'd love to. Should I let you know when I'm on my way, or just show up?" Kilana slowed as the two arrived at a turbolift, where they'd part ways for the time being.
?You can just drop by.? Lange smiled as the turbolift doors hissed open. ?I?ll see you then.?
"See you then," Kilana returned the smile. Hopefully checking on Engineering and making sure her Yeoman duties were caught up wouldn't take too long. Perhaps her day would end on a good note.
Lange stepped back to let the doors close. As they did so he said, ?Captain?s Quarters.?
The computer bleeped in response and the lift began to move.
OFF:
A Joint Post By:
Captain James Lange
Commanding Officer
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
&
Commander Nigel Davenport III (PNPC)
Executive Officer
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
As Played By: Tony
&
Chief Petty Officer Kilana Nira
Chief of the Boat, Captain's Yeoman, & Acting Chief Engineer
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
This is a post by a member of Starbase 386's Crew
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ON:
[USS Malinche, 2010 Hours, Day 1]
Mason walked into his quarters tired and full from the huge dinner aboard the Sentinel. His monitor on the desk had been flashing with messages from his own aunt to command requesting crew statistical reports.
He was too tired to even answer any of them so he slipped on his night clothes after taking a shower and got into bed. Hunt started to close his eyes but he was stopped by what Kersare had mentioned about Tuplalov and Hawkins and the conflict they were having.
It was rare for something like this to have occurred on any Starfleet vessel. Granted he knew Kersare was going to look into it but it bother him none the less. Now not being able to sleep, he got up and grabbed some milk and hot vanilla tarts from the replicator. They always tend to sooth his nerves when he was troubled about anything.
Sitting alone in the dark, he dozed off in his chair.
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[USS Malinche, 2010 Hours, Day 1]
Mason walked into his quarters tired and full from the huge dinner aboard the Sentinel. His monitor on the desk had been flashing with messages from his own aunt to command requesting crew statistical reports.
He was too tired to even answer any of them so he slipped on his night clothes after taking a shower and got into bed. Hunt started to close his eyes but he was stopped by what Kersare had mentioned about Tuplalov and Hawkins and the conflict they were having.
It was rare for something like this to have occurred on any Starfleet vessel. Granted he knew Kersare was going to look into it but it bother him none the less. Now not being able to sleep, he got up and grabbed some milk and hot vanilla tarts from the replicator. They always tend to sooth his nerves when he was troubled about anything.
Sitting alone in the dark, he dozed off in his chair.
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Commander Mason Hunt
First Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38897-B
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Starbase 386 Crew
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ON: <USS Sentinel Mess Hall, 19:38, Day 1>
Jake stood by one of the Mess Hall's viewports, solitary & deep in thought as his mind played through the Borg Simulations he endured while serving as a member of SSWAT.
He didn't notice that someone was approaching him.
The Dinner had been under way for a few minutes now and so far Blake had yet to spot either of the two people he was looking to speak two before the night was through. He was beginning to pick up the pace of his search when he spotted a man by the window whom he recognized as Lt. Quaid, who apparently had experience with the Borg in simulations that Blake intended to take advantage of. As such he approached the man who did not appear to notice him until Blake was directly behind him and awkwardly cleared his throat.
"Oh, sorry, I'm really not great company tonight. Lt. Jake Quaid, Chief Helmsman of the Malinche," Jake said, shaken out of the simulation he was remembering.
"That's perfectly all right, I'm no stranger to getting lost in thought" Blake replied and continued seconds later realizing he had not introduced himself "oh and I'm Lt. Blake Daggerd, Chief Security/Tactical officer of the USS Sentinel" Blake then extended his hand in a gesture that had become second nature to him even though it was human in origin.
Quaid shook Daggerd's hand gladly. "Pleased to meet you. I was just thinking about our current predicament. The simulations I ran involving the Borg don't quite prepare you to go up against the genuine article"
Daggerd nodded his head as the officer before him spoke "I understand completely no simulation no matter how real can truly prepare you but with and opponent like the Borg every little bit helps" the moment of silence that followed obviously signified the mixture of fear, anger, and odd respect Daggerd felt in regards to the Borg. However the respect, he thought, was more akin to that which can be felt towards a predator in the wild.
"I was a member of a special unit, Starfleet Special Weapons And Tactics... we trained for situations like this for years. The simulations we ran through involving the Borg seemed so real... I'm not even sure two ships and two crews will be enough if we are to face them," Quaid explained.
Daggerd was shocked to think anyone who had been in SSWAT would leave but he knew that such a career was demanding and gruelling so he did not feel the need to inquire as to why the lieutenant had moved to a new field. "That?s good news for both our ships. I sent out some files on the Borg to my personnel but I'm sure you have some better information at your disposal than some watered down Starfleet witness reports."
"I'm doing what I can. I've prepared schedules for both crews to run through several Borg scenarios on the Holodeck. They'll involve all aspects of my expertise... including flying," Quaid explained as he pointed in the direction of an unoccupied table.
Blake noticed that Quaid was pointing and the two proceeded to the table and sat down. Once they were settled Blake spoke "That?s excellent I know my officers will be excited to undergo some new training, well as excited as one can be about something involving the Borg." Blake then began to review Quaid's previous statement before he continued when it hit him "Oh.... there is one thing on the aspect of flying tactics you may want to tread lightly because our pilot is well?" Blake looked around to ensure Monroe was not in earshot "... a little eccentric, or maybe unstable is a better term" he paused in thought.
"Either way their is very little chance your attempts to give him a tip of any kind will go well, at least for you" Blake realized this was an understatement he knew Monroe was an excellent pilot and a good guy but he is a bit overly defensive at times.
?I see? well I think I better talk to our CO?s with regard to Monroe? I don?t want to step on any toes but I do want to ensure the safety of both crews. I can?t do that if I?m treading on eggshells.? Quaid replied. He had dealt with difficult people in the past; Quaid himself was probably regarded as difficult to work with at times by his colleagues but in the situation the two crews where in, working together was key to the mission?s success.
"But our pilot's issues aside I was also interested in any weapons modification information you might have...I'd be the last one to admit this but the Sentinel in not exactly a Battleship" his stomach began to twist as he said it but that did not make the statement any less true.
?Well we can probably modify the personal phasers to be a little ?smarter? when it comes to rotating frequency modulations? at most we?ve only been able to fire 10 to 12 shots before the phasers become useless in the past but I?m sure we can improve on that,? Quaid explained, ?As for the ships defences, I?ll have to consult with you, your counterpart and our Chief Engineer?s.
"I agree I think if we put our collective minds to it we can improve upon previous accomplishments, and even if we can't we'll have to grit our teeth an pull through, in regards to the ships modifications as you may know the Sentinel is currently without a dedicated Chief Engineer but our Chief of the Boat has stepped in an is more than qualified to help us" Blake paused and sipped the drink he had completely forgotton he had been carrying around and then continued "Honestly I think the Chief will be extremely excited to work on it because she seems to really be enjoying her new duties"
OFF: to be continued...
By
Lieutenant Jacob "Jake" Quaid
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
&
_________________
Lieutenant JG Blake Daggerd
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
Jake stood by one of the Mess Hall's viewports, solitary & deep in thought as his mind played through the Borg Simulations he endured while serving as a member of SSWAT.
He didn't notice that someone was approaching him.
The Dinner had been under way for a few minutes now and so far Blake had yet to spot either of the two people he was looking to speak two before the night was through. He was beginning to pick up the pace of his search when he spotted a man by the window whom he recognized as Lt. Quaid, who apparently had experience with the Borg in simulations that Blake intended to take advantage of. As such he approached the man who did not appear to notice him until Blake was directly behind him and awkwardly cleared his throat.
"Oh, sorry, I'm really not great company tonight. Lt. Jake Quaid, Chief Helmsman of the Malinche," Jake said, shaken out of the simulation he was remembering.
"That's perfectly all right, I'm no stranger to getting lost in thought" Blake replied and continued seconds later realizing he had not introduced himself "oh and I'm Lt. Blake Daggerd, Chief Security/Tactical officer of the USS Sentinel" Blake then extended his hand in a gesture that had become second nature to him even though it was human in origin.
Quaid shook Daggerd's hand gladly. "Pleased to meet you. I was just thinking about our current predicament. The simulations I ran involving the Borg don't quite prepare you to go up against the genuine article"
Daggerd nodded his head as the officer before him spoke "I understand completely no simulation no matter how real can truly prepare you but with and opponent like the Borg every little bit helps" the moment of silence that followed obviously signified the mixture of fear, anger, and odd respect Daggerd felt in regards to the Borg. However the respect, he thought, was more akin to that which can be felt towards a predator in the wild.
"I was a member of a special unit, Starfleet Special Weapons And Tactics... we trained for situations like this for years. The simulations we ran through involving the Borg seemed so real... I'm not even sure two ships and two crews will be enough if we are to face them," Quaid explained.
Daggerd was shocked to think anyone who had been in SSWAT would leave but he knew that such a career was demanding and gruelling so he did not feel the need to inquire as to why the lieutenant had moved to a new field. "That?s good news for both our ships. I sent out some files on the Borg to my personnel but I'm sure you have some better information at your disposal than some watered down Starfleet witness reports."
"I'm doing what I can. I've prepared schedules for both crews to run through several Borg scenarios on the Holodeck. They'll involve all aspects of my expertise... including flying," Quaid explained as he pointed in the direction of an unoccupied table.
Blake noticed that Quaid was pointing and the two proceeded to the table and sat down. Once they were settled Blake spoke "That?s excellent I know my officers will be excited to undergo some new training, well as excited as one can be about something involving the Borg." Blake then began to review Quaid's previous statement before he continued when it hit him "Oh.... there is one thing on the aspect of flying tactics you may want to tread lightly because our pilot is well?" Blake looked around to ensure Monroe was not in earshot "... a little eccentric, or maybe unstable is a better term" he paused in thought.
"Either way their is very little chance your attempts to give him a tip of any kind will go well, at least for you" Blake realized this was an understatement he knew Monroe was an excellent pilot and a good guy but he is a bit overly defensive at times.
?I see? well I think I better talk to our CO?s with regard to Monroe? I don?t want to step on any toes but I do want to ensure the safety of both crews. I can?t do that if I?m treading on eggshells.? Quaid replied. He had dealt with difficult people in the past; Quaid himself was probably regarded as difficult to work with at times by his colleagues but in the situation the two crews where in, working together was key to the mission?s success.
"But our pilot's issues aside I was also interested in any weapons modification information you might have...I'd be the last one to admit this but the Sentinel in not exactly a Battleship" his stomach began to twist as he said it but that did not make the statement any less true.
?Well we can probably modify the personal phasers to be a little ?smarter? when it comes to rotating frequency modulations? at most we?ve only been able to fire 10 to 12 shots before the phasers become useless in the past but I?m sure we can improve on that,? Quaid explained, ?As for the ships defences, I?ll have to consult with you, your counterpart and our Chief Engineer?s.
"I agree I think if we put our collective minds to it we can improve upon previous accomplishments, and even if we can't we'll have to grit our teeth an pull through, in regards to the ships modifications as you may know the Sentinel is currently without a dedicated Chief Engineer but our Chief of the Boat has stepped in an is more than qualified to help us" Blake paused and sipped the drink he had completely forgotton he had been carrying around and then continued "Honestly I think the Chief will be extremely excited to work on it because she seems to really be enjoying her new duties"
OFF: to be continued...
By
Lieutenant Jacob "Jake" Quaid
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
&
_________________
Lieutenant JG Blake Daggerd
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
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<<USS Malinche, Lansky's temporary quarters, 2015, Day 1>>
Michael (NPC) sighed and sat on the couch in his temporary quarters. The quarters were actually rather nice - larger than most of the quarters on his own ship.
His ship - there was a sore subject if he ever saw one. It had finally sunk in that the Sirion was missing when he and his away team arrived on board the Malinche the first time, but that didn't make accepting it any easier. The worst part was that he had no idea what had happened to his crew. If one of their family members came up to him, what could he say?
Rubbing his temples with his fingers, Michael eased back on the couch, only to have the silence broken by his doorchime sounding. "Come in."
Quietly, Meri (NPC) slipped inside Michael's quarters. Her usually cheerful demeanor was very much subdued as she walked over to him, her eyes lowered.
Seeing how his geologist was acting, Michael looked at her with concern, "Meri? Why don't you have a seat."
She nodded, sitting next to him. After a few moments of silence, her blue eyes moved up to meet his, "Michael, I'm really concerned about the crew..."
"So am I. Unfortunately there's not a lot we can do right now," he replied.
"It's not just them, though," Meri continued, "I'm worried about us too. And the Malinche and Sentinel crews. If the Borg are really out there...ir they got to the Sirion...we could be on our way to our deaths, or to a life as drones. I've seen what they can do and I don't want to become one of them."
Michael listened to her carefully. Frankly, he had the same concerns, but he had to remain strong. "I know. But StarFleet has decided on this course of action, so we have to follow through. For all we know, something else might've happened - we have to find out; if nothing else, then for the sake of the families of those crewmembers. Somehow I doubt that 'I'm not sure what happened or if he's dead or alive' is a very satisfactory answer."
"True. And I suppose that there is still a chance that some of them might be alright or be able to be saved. We have to try," she said. The El-Aurian was still uneasy about the whole thing, but she also knew there were valid reasons for looking for the Sirion. "How soon will we arrive?"
"Within the next day or two we should enter the Direidi sector; we'll start looking from there based on what the Malinche found before. And we're supposed to rendezvous with a couple ships before then that went ahead to scout for Borg," Michael replied.
Meri nodded, "Hopefully we'll get some good news..."
Michael smiled at her, "I certainly hope we do. Can I get you anything?"
"No, thank you. I think I'll go back to my quarters, take a shower and get some sleep. I'd go take a look at the Malinche's Science labs, but I'm not sure how much they'd appreciate that," she grinned.
Chuckling, Michael replied, "You never know. Good night Meri."
Meri stood up and started for the door, turning back just before she got there, "Thanks for listening Michael." With a smile, she turned and headed out of his quarters.
OFF:
Captain Michael Lansky (NPC)
Commanding Officer
USS Sirion
and
Lieutenant Meri
Geologist
USS Sirion
played by:
Michael (NPC) sighed and sat on the couch in his temporary quarters. The quarters were actually rather nice - larger than most of the quarters on his own ship.
His ship - there was a sore subject if he ever saw one. It had finally sunk in that the Sirion was missing when he and his away team arrived on board the Malinche the first time, but that didn't make accepting it any easier. The worst part was that he had no idea what had happened to his crew. If one of their family members came up to him, what could he say?
Rubbing his temples with his fingers, Michael eased back on the couch, only to have the silence broken by his doorchime sounding. "Come in."
Quietly, Meri (NPC) slipped inside Michael's quarters. Her usually cheerful demeanor was very much subdued as she walked over to him, her eyes lowered.
Seeing how his geologist was acting, Michael looked at her with concern, "Meri? Why don't you have a seat."
She nodded, sitting next to him. After a few moments of silence, her blue eyes moved up to meet his, "Michael, I'm really concerned about the crew..."
"So am I. Unfortunately there's not a lot we can do right now," he replied.
"It's not just them, though," Meri continued, "I'm worried about us too. And the Malinche and Sentinel crews. If the Borg are really out there...ir they got to the Sirion...we could be on our way to our deaths, or to a life as drones. I've seen what they can do and I don't want to become one of them."
Michael listened to her carefully. Frankly, he had the same concerns, but he had to remain strong. "I know. But StarFleet has decided on this course of action, so we have to follow through. For all we know, something else might've happened - we have to find out; if nothing else, then for the sake of the families of those crewmembers. Somehow I doubt that 'I'm not sure what happened or if he's dead or alive' is a very satisfactory answer."
"True. And I suppose that there is still a chance that some of them might be alright or be able to be saved. We have to try," she said. The El-Aurian was still uneasy about the whole thing, but she also knew there were valid reasons for looking for the Sirion. "How soon will we arrive?"
"Within the next day or two we should enter the Direidi sector; we'll start looking from there based on what the Malinche found before. And we're supposed to rendezvous with a couple ships before then that went ahead to scout for Borg," Michael replied.
Meri nodded, "Hopefully we'll get some good news..."
Michael smiled at her, "I certainly hope we do. Can I get you anything?"
"No, thank you. I think I'll go back to my quarters, take a shower and get some sleep. I'd go take a look at the Malinche's Science labs, but I'm not sure how much they'd appreciate that," she grinned.
Chuckling, Michael replied, "You never know. Good night Meri."
Meri stood up and started for the door, turning back just before she got there, "Thanks for listening Michael." With a smile, she turned and headed out of his quarters.
OFF:
Captain Michael Lansky (NPC)
Commanding Officer
USS Sirion
and
Lieutenant Meri
Geologist
USS Sirion
played by:
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<USS Malinche, Corridor, 2022, Day 1>>
A grim look on her face, Isabel headed down the corridor and tapped her commbadge, "Kersare to Tupalov and Hawkins. Meet me outside Mr. Tupalov's quarters - I'm on my way now. Kersare out."
She was not happy. By all indications, Marco and Jack had decided to continue their feud. The officers on duty at the time had had the foresight to investigate into the matter, so at least this time she had a good idea as to what had happened. Probably more had gone on before that she wasn't aware of, but she would put an end to it now.
<Jack's Quarters, 2022>
Jack got the combadge message shortly after returning to his quarters which had developed a somewhat odd smell in his absence, it didn't take a genius to work out what had been going on while he was away, but before he could begin to work out how to clean up his combadge chirped.
Leaving his dress uniform on, he left the quarters and began walking to the Chiefs room, pausing at a wall panel on the way to contact a maintenance team in engineering and have them take a look at his room and replicator.
He had to admit his pranks hadn't been nearly as destructive to ships property as Tupalov's had been, he knew Kersare would no doubt chastise him, but frankly his could be solved with a simple weed killer, no need for a maintenance team to spend a few hours replacing fittings and fixtures to a senior officers quarters as was now happening in his own.
What had he done? Sprinkling cress seeds certainly wasn't equivocal to a court marshal, Tupalov had tinkered with his replicator, played merry hell with his combadge and vandalised his room in a far more pervasive way, not to mention physically assaulting a Senior officer.
Somehow Jack couldn't see that he had done anything that would warrant any kind of serious punishment, at worst he had provoked Marco, but the Chief could have opted to turn the other cheek, if he so wanted?
<Enlisted Mans Mess. 20:23.>
Marco grumbled as he tapped the comm badge a final time to close the channel. He muttered something low enough to not be heard clearly, but still offensive enough to turn a good few heads as he skulked out of the mess.
"What's a little pureed fish between friends eh?" he further muttered to himself as he trudged along the deck, rubbing his aching temples as he went.
<Outside Tupalov's quarters, 2026>
Isabel stood outside Marco's quarters and waited fairly patiently for the two men, all things considered. Within a few minutes, they arrived.
Jack arrived at about the same time as Marco, he once again slapped on an exaggerated grin when greeting the Chief.
Arriving from the opposite direction, and only a second behind Hawkins, he felt the pit of his stomach swell with anger at the smug, stupid, arrogant....
Behind the Captains back as she nodded to Hawkins, he flipped the finger to the Intelligence Chief and then fell to the side of him, standing rigidly to attention and taking such pride in the fact that only he was doing it.
Jack rolled his eyes as the chief stood to attention next to him, 'Talk about laying it on thick' he thought to himself?
"I'm going to skip the pleasantries; I'm sure you both know why we're here," she looked each one directly in the eyes. Here they were, on a mission, a serious one, and they were playing pranks on each other. It was completely ridiculous and Isabel tried very hard to keep her composure. "Mr. Tupalov, why don't you start us off and tell me exactly what's going on. And don't insult my intelligence."
'Intelligence' Marco cynically retorted to himself in his head, 'you're having a bloody laugh woman' he thought, resisting the desire to smile. "I can only presume..." he began, "that you are referring Keptin to red alert I did call earlier, and that Leftenant Hawkins is present here in only official capacity da?"
Hate Hawkins as he did, there was still the unspoken gentlemen's honour that one did not put another in the shiz for something like this, no...better that Kersare get Hawkins to admit to planting a frigging garden in his quarters. He faux-chuckled, "I assure you Keptin, the Leftenant is not required I believe, after all the invading lifeform appears to be little other than an earth plant not some new bio weapon that needs Intelligence...ising..." his voice trailed off and he looked left briefly at Hawkins, then back to Kersare, staring at a blank spot on the wall just behind and to the right of her head.
Apparently Marco got the impression she wasn't all that bright. Isabel's eyes looked directly at Marco, "I could've sworn I told you not to insult my intelligence, but since you prefer it this way... You know full well that Mr. Hawkins is not here in just an official capacity. Upon a little investigating into the access logs, I found that the only other person to enter your room was Mr. Hawkins and that not too long afterwards you discovered your little 'garden'."
Her eyes went to Jack, then continued, "I also noticed, Mr. Tupalov, that you entered Mr. Hawkins' quarters, after obtaining the code from Maintenance. Let me assure you that that person has been reprimanded and that codes for a person's quarters will not be given out anymore. Now, is there anything either of you would like to say?"
Jack glanced into the room and surveyed his work, "Well, I really should have put a koi pond in," he moved his glance to Tupalov, "I hear they're very zen, might calm you down abit?"
Marco moved his own glance to Hawkins. "Oh up yourself..." he mumbled gruffly, trying not to swear in front of the Captain.
Jack stared into space and spoke to no-one in particular, ostensibly under his breath but knowing it would be easily heard, "Case in point?"
"Oh go gel your bloody hair or something..." Marco replied, still staring just to the right of Kersare's head, who was beginning to look steadily annoyed.
Jack rolled his eyes "Don't worry Chief, as soon as we're done here I'll be sure to get back to my personal grooming regimen?"
Isabel had had enough, "Quiet! Both of you!"
Marco raised his hands and wheeled around, shouting over the Captain. "You really are most arrogant, spiffed up and wain bastard I have ever met! You think you are bloody untouchable!" It took everything in him to not lamp one on the officer's jaw again.
Stepping in between the two men, her eyes stared icily into Marco's, then she shifted slightly and looked directly into Jack's, "Alright, that's enough. Obviously both of you have forgotten your place and refuse to get along."
She backed up so she could look at both of them at once, "So, you leave me with no choice. From now until I am satisfied that you can both behave yourselves, you will spend every moment with each other than when you're on duty or sleeping. Every moment,"
Marco opened his mouth and gestured forward to interrupt again and voice his most, deeply, sincere objection - before a sound could be made the Captain continued, despite his frown.
Isabel emphasized her point. "And don't think for a second that you'll get away with not doing so; I can and will put a Security guard or a whole Security team with the two of you if need be. Since you felt the need to...redecorate each others' quarters, you can also switch quarters for the time being. You'll have fifteen minutes to get any belongings out of your quarters that you need. Should you find that you don't like your new quarters, you'll get to share a new room with each other. Is that clear?"
"I..." Marco started. "I..." his jaw had dropped a little and he closed his mouth with a bang of his teeth. Officers quarters...what the hell would he do with officers quarters... and, and...windows??? Who the hell would me bloody mad enough to actually SLEEP on the outer-most sections of the ship behind nothing more than a ruddy WINDOW?
Jack had to stifle a laugh as he nodded his agreement, for a start his quarters were still more of a mess than Tupalov's, and the broken replicator, but all that paled into insignificance when it came to the distaste Tupalov would no doubt have for being forced to live in an officers quarters. Marco seemed to pride himself on being one of the "rankers" and certainly wouldn't welcome being forced to live in luxury on the 'upper decks'.
He had to hand it to Kersare it was a good punishment, though he doubted it would help them to work together in the buddy movie kind of a way she might be hoping for and he somehow felt he might not hate it quite as much as the chief might, hell the chiefs modest quarters where still bigger than his last apartment back home.
"Keptin I strongly protest this!" Marco exclaimed. He grimaced remembering the fish... "He started it!" Marco gestured to the Lieutenant, realising he sounded like a kid. "Do not patronise me Keptin. The Leftenant is conceited and arrogant, do not feel that this facile 'discipline'..." he emphasised the word discipline to indicate he vehemently thought it was a lack of such, "...will make much any difference to himself or to myself!" He could feel his cheeks were flushed and oh god how his fingertips twitched, he just stared at the Lieutenant's neck...
Jack took an almost imperceptible step to the side, he almost felt sorry for the Chief, this would most likely, not be pretty. To him the punishment seemed harsh given his horticultural ?crime? but given the Chiefs rule bending he was getting off ridiculously lightly, now was not the time to rock the boat, especially given the look now on the Captains face?
"Mr. Tupalov, I've had quite enough. Neither of you have behaved like StarFleet personnel - more like a couple of children. You have my orders, follow them. No more protests - it won't do any good, I assure you. This is in effect starting immediately. You have fifteen minutes to get whatever you need out of your quarters, then, as neither of you are on duty, you can spend the rest of the evening together," Isabel replied. After looking into each of their eyes with a hard stare, engraining her words and showing she was absolutely serious, she said, "Dismissed."
Marco and the Lieutenant seemed to catch each others' eyes, he was pretty sure that they were both thinking the same thing; 24 hours, one or the other would be dead.
OFF
A Joint Post by......*drumroll*
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
Lieutenant JG Jack Hawkins
Chief Intelligence Officer
and
A grim look on her face, Isabel headed down the corridor and tapped her commbadge, "Kersare to Tupalov and Hawkins. Meet me outside Mr. Tupalov's quarters - I'm on my way now. Kersare out."
She was not happy. By all indications, Marco and Jack had decided to continue their feud. The officers on duty at the time had had the foresight to investigate into the matter, so at least this time she had a good idea as to what had happened. Probably more had gone on before that she wasn't aware of, but she would put an end to it now.
<Jack's Quarters, 2022>
Jack got the combadge message shortly after returning to his quarters which had developed a somewhat odd smell in his absence, it didn't take a genius to work out what had been going on while he was away, but before he could begin to work out how to clean up his combadge chirped.
Leaving his dress uniform on, he left the quarters and began walking to the Chiefs room, pausing at a wall panel on the way to contact a maintenance team in engineering and have them take a look at his room and replicator.
He had to admit his pranks hadn't been nearly as destructive to ships property as Tupalov's had been, he knew Kersare would no doubt chastise him, but frankly his could be solved with a simple weed killer, no need for a maintenance team to spend a few hours replacing fittings and fixtures to a senior officers quarters as was now happening in his own.
What had he done? Sprinkling cress seeds certainly wasn't equivocal to a court marshal, Tupalov had tinkered with his replicator, played merry hell with his combadge and vandalised his room in a far more pervasive way, not to mention physically assaulting a Senior officer.
Somehow Jack couldn't see that he had done anything that would warrant any kind of serious punishment, at worst he had provoked Marco, but the Chief could have opted to turn the other cheek, if he so wanted?
<Enlisted Mans Mess. 20:23.>
Marco grumbled as he tapped the comm badge a final time to close the channel. He muttered something low enough to not be heard clearly, but still offensive enough to turn a good few heads as he skulked out of the mess.
"What's a little pureed fish between friends eh?" he further muttered to himself as he trudged along the deck, rubbing his aching temples as he went.
<Outside Tupalov's quarters, 2026>
Isabel stood outside Marco's quarters and waited fairly patiently for the two men, all things considered. Within a few minutes, they arrived.
Jack arrived at about the same time as Marco, he once again slapped on an exaggerated grin when greeting the Chief.
Arriving from the opposite direction, and only a second behind Hawkins, he felt the pit of his stomach swell with anger at the smug, stupid, arrogant....
Behind the Captains back as she nodded to Hawkins, he flipped the finger to the Intelligence Chief and then fell to the side of him, standing rigidly to attention and taking such pride in the fact that only he was doing it.
Jack rolled his eyes as the chief stood to attention next to him, 'Talk about laying it on thick' he thought to himself?
"I'm going to skip the pleasantries; I'm sure you both know why we're here," she looked each one directly in the eyes. Here they were, on a mission, a serious one, and they were playing pranks on each other. It was completely ridiculous and Isabel tried very hard to keep her composure. "Mr. Tupalov, why don't you start us off and tell me exactly what's going on. And don't insult my intelligence."
'Intelligence' Marco cynically retorted to himself in his head, 'you're having a bloody laugh woman' he thought, resisting the desire to smile. "I can only presume..." he began, "that you are referring Keptin to red alert I did call earlier, and that Leftenant Hawkins is present here in only official capacity da?"
Hate Hawkins as he did, there was still the unspoken gentlemen's honour that one did not put another in the shiz for something like this, no...better that Kersare get Hawkins to admit to planting a frigging garden in his quarters. He faux-chuckled, "I assure you Keptin, the Leftenant is not required I believe, after all the invading lifeform appears to be little other than an earth plant not some new bio weapon that needs Intelligence...ising..." his voice trailed off and he looked left briefly at Hawkins, then back to Kersare, staring at a blank spot on the wall just behind and to the right of her head.
Apparently Marco got the impression she wasn't all that bright. Isabel's eyes looked directly at Marco, "I could've sworn I told you not to insult my intelligence, but since you prefer it this way... You know full well that Mr. Hawkins is not here in just an official capacity. Upon a little investigating into the access logs, I found that the only other person to enter your room was Mr. Hawkins and that not too long afterwards you discovered your little 'garden'."
Her eyes went to Jack, then continued, "I also noticed, Mr. Tupalov, that you entered Mr. Hawkins' quarters, after obtaining the code from Maintenance. Let me assure you that that person has been reprimanded and that codes for a person's quarters will not be given out anymore. Now, is there anything either of you would like to say?"
Jack glanced into the room and surveyed his work, "Well, I really should have put a koi pond in," he moved his glance to Tupalov, "I hear they're very zen, might calm you down abit?"
Marco moved his own glance to Hawkins. "Oh up yourself..." he mumbled gruffly, trying not to swear in front of the Captain.
Jack stared into space and spoke to no-one in particular, ostensibly under his breath but knowing it would be easily heard, "Case in point?"
"Oh go gel your bloody hair or something..." Marco replied, still staring just to the right of Kersare's head, who was beginning to look steadily annoyed.
Jack rolled his eyes "Don't worry Chief, as soon as we're done here I'll be sure to get back to my personal grooming regimen?"
Isabel had had enough, "Quiet! Both of you!"
Marco raised his hands and wheeled around, shouting over the Captain. "You really are most arrogant, spiffed up and wain bastard I have ever met! You think you are bloody untouchable!" It took everything in him to not lamp one on the officer's jaw again.
Stepping in between the two men, her eyes stared icily into Marco's, then she shifted slightly and looked directly into Jack's, "Alright, that's enough. Obviously both of you have forgotten your place and refuse to get along."
She backed up so she could look at both of them at once, "So, you leave me with no choice. From now until I am satisfied that you can both behave yourselves, you will spend every moment with each other than when you're on duty or sleeping. Every moment,"
Marco opened his mouth and gestured forward to interrupt again and voice his most, deeply, sincere objection - before a sound could be made the Captain continued, despite his frown.
Isabel emphasized her point. "And don't think for a second that you'll get away with not doing so; I can and will put a Security guard or a whole Security team with the two of you if need be. Since you felt the need to...redecorate each others' quarters, you can also switch quarters for the time being. You'll have fifteen minutes to get any belongings out of your quarters that you need. Should you find that you don't like your new quarters, you'll get to share a new room with each other. Is that clear?"
"I..." Marco started. "I..." his jaw had dropped a little and he closed his mouth with a bang of his teeth. Officers quarters...what the hell would he do with officers quarters... and, and...windows??? Who the hell would me bloody mad enough to actually SLEEP on the outer-most sections of the ship behind nothing more than a ruddy WINDOW?
Jack had to stifle a laugh as he nodded his agreement, for a start his quarters were still more of a mess than Tupalov's, and the broken replicator, but all that paled into insignificance when it came to the distaste Tupalov would no doubt have for being forced to live in an officers quarters. Marco seemed to pride himself on being one of the "rankers" and certainly wouldn't welcome being forced to live in luxury on the 'upper decks'.
He had to hand it to Kersare it was a good punishment, though he doubted it would help them to work together in the buddy movie kind of a way she might be hoping for and he somehow felt he might not hate it quite as much as the chief might, hell the chiefs modest quarters where still bigger than his last apartment back home.
"Keptin I strongly protest this!" Marco exclaimed. He grimaced remembering the fish... "He started it!" Marco gestured to the Lieutenant, realising he sounded like a kid. "Do not patronise me Keptin. The Leftenant is conceited and arrogant, do not feel that this facile 'discipline'..." he emphasised the word discipline to indicate he vehemently thought it was a lack of such, "...will make much any difference to himself or to myself!" He could feel his cheeks were flushed and oh god how his fingertips twitched, he just stared at the Lieutenant's neck...
Jack took an almost imperceptible step to the side, he almost felt sorry for the Chief, this would most likely, not be pretty. To him the punishment seemed harsh given his horticultural ?crime? but given the Chiefs rule bending he was getting off ridiculously lightly, now was not the time to rock the boat, especially given the look now on the Captains face?
"Mr. Tupalov, I've had quite enough. Neither of you have behaved like StarFleet personnel - more like a couple of children. You have my orders, follow them. No more protests - it won't do any good, I assure you. This is in effect starting immediately. You have fifteen minutes to get whatever you need out of your quarters, then, as neither of you are on duty, you can spend the rest of the evening together," Isabel replied. After looking into each of their eyes with a hard stare, engraining her words and showing she was absolutely serious, she said, "Dismissed."
Marco and the Lieutenant seemed to catch each others' eyes, he was pretty sure that they were both thinking the same thing; 24 hours, one or the other would be dead.
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A Joint Post by......*drumroll*
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
Lieutenant JG Jack Hawkins
Chief Intelligence Officer
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Warrant Officer First Class Marco Tupalov
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<< USS Sentinel, Turbo lift headed to Bridge, 2100, Day 1>>
Well, here we go, thought Janson; it was his first shift on the Sentinel. And it was probably the biggest mission of his life. They were going to find a missing ship, which at last report was engaged against the Borg. The Morale was a bit lower then usually from what he had learned, this was because there was little hope of the Sirion being in one piece, though every hoped it would, it had a tough crew.
The Turbo lift stopped, he took a step forward and the doors parted, and the magnificent bridge of the Sentinel appeared, Janson was a bit stunned at first, it was his dream assignment, working as Assistant Chief Helms Officer on a Intrepid Class Starship. He was in awe as he looked around the bridge, the buzz was invigorating, everyone was hard at work, the Tactical Station was running simulations, operations enhancing the sensors, Engineering was checking the Warp status, and Science making Scans of the systems ahead. Then he saw his station, it was beautiful, he started to walk to it when the XO yelled out.
?ENSIGN!!? He spun around; he was face to face with the XO. ?Ensign Janson O? Neill, Reporting for duty, Sir.?
?So, you?re Ensign O? Neill, huh??
?Yes, Sir. I?ve come to start my first shift.?
?Hmm, well then, Take the Helm Ensign, and give me a status report.?
?Yes, SIR!?
He said with excitement, he relieved the Helms man and checked the displays.
?We are current at Warp 6.1 at a heading of 28 mark 122.?
?Thank you Ensign, Carry on.?
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Hey Guys, I'm the new guy, and ahh, well ya.
Mmm, I know its short but its my first, they will get longer.
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Ensign Janson J. O' Neill
Assistant Chief Helm Officer
USS Sentinel
Well, here we go, thought Janson; it was his first shift on the Sentinel. And it was probably the biggest mission of his life. They were going to find a missing ship, which at last report was engaged against the Borg. The Morale was a bit lower then usually from what he had learned, this was because there was little hope of the Sirion being in one piece, though every hoped it would, it had a tough crew.
The Turbo lift stopped, he took a step forward and the doors parted, and the magnificent bridge of the Sentinel appeared, Janson was a bit stunned at first, it was his dream assignment, working as Assistant Chief Helms Officer on a Intrepid Class Starship. He was in awe as he looked around the bridge, the buzz was invigorating, everyone was hard at work, the Tactical Station was running simulations, operations enhancing the sensors, Engineering was checking the Warp status, and Science making Scans of the systems ahead. Then he saw his station, it was beautiful, he started to walk to it when the XO yelled out.
?ENSIGN!!? He spun around; he was face to face with the XO. ?Ensign Janson O? Neill, Reporting for duty, Sir.?
?So, you?re Ensign O? Neill, huh??
?Yes, Sir. I?ve come to start my first shift.?
?Hmm, well then, Take the Helm Ensign, and give me a status report.?
?Yes, SIR!?
He said with excitement, he relieved the Helms man and checked the displays.
?We are current at Warp 6.1 at a heading of 28 mark 122.?
?Thank you Ensign, Carry on.?
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Hey Guys, I'm the new guy, and ahh, well ya.
Mmm, I know its short but its my first, they will get longer.
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Assistant Chief Helm Officer
USS Sentinel
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<< USS Sentinel, Cardel's Quarters to Bridge, 2120, Day 1>>
Anthony was amazed at his luck while his mother had tried to pressure him on joining the USS Tigris a Sovereign class battleship in the same Horizon fleet but as a testament of his love for Intrepid class cruisers, he waited for almost 6 months to join the ship that his feet rested steadily on.
He was in his quarters which by his father's standards would be a quote "Poor man's shack" unquote, His father had always been the one to bring a smile to his face, while his father was indeed negative it never stopped him from giving birth to a son who could not take him serious for more then 10 seconds at any point.
Notably he recalled that his father had nearly chocked on a bite of his muffin when he had stated his wish to join Star Fleet Academy.
After his father had properly chocked down his muffin he had said in a strained voice "You can barely hold a serious conversation with me for 10 seconds and you want to become a Security Officer?" he said looking at his son with disbelief and an almost amused face.
"Don't you worry about that, thats for me to conquer and you to live another day to eat your muffins" he had said with a smile, despite himself his father laughed aloud and said "Your damn right son" he said taking a bite of his muffin as his son walked out the door into the distance of the feverish lunar city life.
He jumped out of his memories as the computer noted the hour as he had asked it to warn him when his shift would start.
He checked his uniform noticing that his attempts at ironing his clothing had not been as disastrous as usual and walked out the door and down the hall towards the bridge.
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OOC: Hope this is an acceptable intro it takes me a while to get into the character that I will be playing since I'm still feeling a bit clueless on how I want him to act and behave....anyways would like a JP with Lieutenant Daggerd.
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Assistant Chief Security Officer
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
Anthony was amazed at his luck while his mother had tried to pressure him on joining the USS Tigris a Sovereign class battleship in the same Horizon fleet but as a testament of his love for Intrepid class cruisers, he waited for almost 6 months to join the ship that his feet rested steadily on.
He was in his quarters which by his father's standards would be a quote "Poor man's shack" unquote, His father had always been the one to bring a smile to his face, while his father was indeed negative it never stopped him from giving birth to a son who could not take him serious for more then 10 seconds at any point.
Notably he recalled that his father had nearly chocked on a bite of his muffin when he had stated his wish to join Star Fleet Academy.
After his father had properly chocked down his muffin he had said in a strained voice "You can barely hold a serious conversation with me for 10 seconds and you want to become a Security Officer?" he said looking at his son with disbelief and an almost amused face.
"Don't you worry about that, thats for me to conquer and you to live another day to eat your muffins" he had said with a smile, despite himself his father laughed aloud and said "Your damn right son" he said taking a bite of his muffin as his son walked out the door into the distance of the feverish lunar city life.
He jumped out of his memories as the computer noted the hour as he had asked it to warn him when his shift would start.
He checked his uniform noticing that his attempts at ironing his clothing had not been as disastrous as usual and walked out the door and down the hall towards the bridge.
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OOC: Hope this is an acceptable intro it takes me a while to get into the character that I will be playing since I'm still feeling a bit clueless on how I want him to act and behave....anyways would like a JP with Lieutenant Daggerd.
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<<USS Sentinel, 0500, Bridge to Quarters to Mess, Day 2>>
As he studied the Sensor readings of the space ahead, looking for something that might upset their course he was tapped on the shoulder. He jumped and spun around. He was looking face to face with a fellow Ensign.
?Oh, sorry I scared you there, didn?t mean to.?
?Its ok, I guess I was just studying the sensor readings to hard, oh and by the way, I?m Ensign Janson O?Neill, the new Assistant Chief Helms Officer.?
?Ensign Sora Thlenn Helms Officer, nice to meet you Janson.?
?Likewise. I guess you?re here to relieve me??
?Yup.?
?Good, I was getting a little hungry. The Helm is yours.?
?Thanks, and a little advice, don?t have the eggs, there bad today.?
With that he left the CONN station and headed to the Turbolift. When he reached to Turbolift he hit the summon button. He thought of going straight to the mess, but remembered that he should probably go feed Bailey. The Turbolift arrived and he stepped in.
?Deck 6.?
With a beep from the computer the Turbolift headed down to Deck 6.
When it arrived he stepped out and headed to his Quarters, He opened his door by touching the panel beside the door; you see if it was set to motion Activated, his dog Bailey would have been romping around the ship all the time. He stepped in and closed the door.
?Bailey here girl!? He said as he crouched down.
With a thud from the Bedroom, a Miniature Schnauzer came bursting out o the room, she ran right to him and jumped up into his arms.
?Hey girl, what?s going on??
She barked a response to him and jumped out of his arms and moved to her bowl, then barked again.
?Ahh, I thought you just want to be with me.? He said with a Chuckle.
He moved to the Replicator and tapped in a request for some dog food. When it materialized he took it out of the Replicator and moved to her dish.
?Here you go Girl.?
He poured her food into her dish and threw the food container away.
?I?m going to go to the Mess Hall girl, I?m hungry.?
He moved to the door, and opened it.
?Bye girl.?
He closed the door and headed to the Turbolift. When he reached it he summoned it. The doors opened and he stepped in.
?Mess Hall.?
The Computer beeped and lurched into movement, he thought on what he should have for breakfast. Pancakes? Cereal? Bagels?? He didn?t know, but he his train of thought was broken as the Turbolift stopped and he stepped out.
He walked into the mess hall and headed to see what the Chef had made today. There were some fruit dishes and so fresh muffins, so he took some of those and moved to the Cereal and took a bowl. He moved to an open table and sat down. He had just started to eat when a Fellow Ensign approached him.
?Hey is this seat taken??? He asked.
?Nope, please sit down.?
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My First JP With
Ensign Anthony Cardel
Assistant Chief Security Officer
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
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Ensign Janson J. O' Neill
Assistant Chief Helm Officer
USS Sentinel
As he studied the Sensor readings of the space ahead, looking for something that might upset their course he was tapped on the shoulder. He jumped and spun around. He was looking face to face with a fellow Ensign.
?Oh, sorry I scared you there, didn?t mean to.?
?Its ok, I guess I was just studying the sensor readings to hard, oh and by the way, I?m Ensign Janson O?Neill, the new Assistant Chief Helms Officer.?
?Ensign Sora Thlenn Helms Officer, nice to meet you Janson.?
?Likewise. I guess you?re here to relieve me??
?Yup.?
?Good, I was getting a little hungry. The Helm is yours.?
?Thanks, and a little advice, don?t have the eggs, there bad today.?
With that he left the CONN station and headed to the Turbolift. When he reached to Turbolift he hit the summon button. He thought of going straight to the mess, but remembered that he should probably go feed Bailey. The Turbolift arrived and he stepped in.
?Deck 6.?
With a beep from the computer the Turbolift headed down to Deck 6.
When it arrived he stepped out and headed to his Quarters, He opened his door by touching the panel beside the door; you see if it was set to motion Activated, his dog Bailey would have been romping around the ship all the time. He stepped in and closed the door.
?Bailey here girl!? He said as he crouched down.
With a thud from the Bedroom, a Miniature Schnauzer came bursting out o the room, she ran right to him and jumped up into his arms.
?Hey girl, what?s going on??
She barked a response to him and jumped out of his arms and moved to her bowl, then barked again.
?Ahh, I thought you just want to be with me.? He said with a Chuckle.
He moved to the Replicator and tapped in a request for some dog food. When it materialized he took it out of the Replicator and moved to her dish.
?Here you go Girl.?
He poured her food into her dish and threw the food container away.
?I?m going to go to the Mess Hall girl, I?m hungry.?
He moved to the door, and opened it.
?Bye girl.?
He closed the door and headed to the Turbolift. When he reached it he summoned it. The doors opened and he stepped in.
?Mess Hall.?
The Computer beeped and lurched into movement, he thought on what he should have for breakfast. Pancakes? Cereal? Bagels?? He didn?t know, but he his train of thought was broken as the Turbolift stopped and he stepped out.
He walked into the mess hall and headed to see what the Chef had made today. There were some fruit dishes and so fresh muffins, so he took some of those and moved to the Cereal and took a bowl. He moved to an open table and sat down. He had just started to eat when a Fellow Ensign approached him.
?Hey is this seat taken??? He asked.
?Nope, please sit down.?
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My First JP With
Ensign Anthony Cardel
Assistant Chief Security Officer
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
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Ensign Janson J. O' Neill
Assistant Chief Helm Officer
USS Sentinel
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Something wasn't right. Peters crouched low in the doorway and peered out into the corridor. Red alert lights were flashing, but there were no klaxons. Someone had shut them off long ago.
Hearing footsteps around the bend, Peters gripped his phaser tightly and shrunk back into the paltry cover of the doorway. The footsteps stopped.
Peters slowly edged out of the doorway and began creeping back along the corridor, away from the footsteps. He was almost to the next junction when he heard them start up again. He began to sweat profusely.
Moving more quickly now, Peters ducked around the corner and into the cross corridor. The footsteps were still coming. Peters stood and began to run.
All of a sudden Peters was thrown off his feet by a hard blow to his side. Something hard and squirmy was shoved into his mouth. Peters began gagging as it tried to crawl down his throat.
Rolling over, Peters saw his assailant get hit by a phaser rifle burst, but it was too late. He could already feel control of his body slipping away from him. An officer he didn't recognize, wearing a red uniform and holding a phaser rifle, stepped into his view as Peters felt his body push itself up.
The rifle was brought to bear. A flash, and then everything when black...
Peters jerked upright in his bed, breathing heavily. Another nightmare, again set on 60. He just couldn't figure out what it was about this mission that was reminding him of that hellish few days on the starbase.
At least this time there weren't any Borg... but Peters still wasn't convinced that being assimilated was worse than riding in a body that wasn't under your control. Looking at the chronometer, he sighed. He wouldn't get any more sleep tonight...
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Something wasn't right. Peters crouched low in the doorway and peered out into the corridor. Red alert lights were flashing, but there were no klaxons. Someone had shut them off long ago.
Hearing footsteps around the bend, Peters gripped his phaser tightly and shrunk back into the paltry cover of the doorway. The footsteps stopped.
Peters slowly edged out of the doorway and began creeping back along the corridor, away from the footsteps. He was almost to the next junction when he heard them start up again. He began to sweat profusely.
Moving more quickly now, Peters ducked around the corner and into the cross corridor. The footsteps were still coming. Peters stood and began to run.
All of a sudden Peters was thrown off his feet by a hard blow to his side. Something hard and squirmy was shoved into his mouth. Peters began gagging as it tried to crawl down his throat.
Rolling over, Peters saw his assailant get hit by a phaser rifle burst, but it was too late. He could already feel control of his body slipping away from him. An officer he didn't recognize, wearing a red uniform and holding a phaser rifle, stepped into his view as Peters felt his body push itself up.
The rifle was brought to bear. A flash, and then everything when black...
Peters jerked upright in his bed, breathing heavily. Another nightmare, again set on 60. He just couldn't figure out what it was about this mission that was reminding him of that hellish few days on the starbase.
At least this time there weren't any Borg... but Peters still wasn't convinced that being assimilated was worse than riding in a body that wasn't under your control. Looking at the chronometer, he sighed. He wouldn't get any more sleep tonight...
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<Ensign Rayne's Quarters, 2230 Hours, Day 1>
Finally there would be time to get some much needed rest. Her shift had been much longer then usual it seemed, which really took its toll on Sara's ability to stay awake. Glad to be done for the day was how she felt, luckly for her she wouldn't have to do another bridge shift for awhile.
Sara silently made her way towards the small bathroom that was connected to her currently cramped quarters. Once inside she undressed, and turned on the sonic shower, then stepped inside. She would have prefered a shower with water right now but that wasn't available on a starship. It had been along time since Sara had even seen a shower with water, several years back when things seemed to be less complicated.
Those were days she wished would come again, despite how silly it was to. But there was never a time she could see a little wishful thinking hurt.
Several minutes later Sara stepped out of the shower and threw on a robe, which like everything else she seemed to wear anymore was black, except her uniform anyhow.
"Computer lights off."
Almost as instantly as the lighting turned off Sara's occular implants switched over to the "nightvision" setting which allowed her to see where she was walking. Sara would have gone to the bedroom now had it not been packed full of all of her excess equipment. The only space she seemed to have anymore was the small couch which she eagerly flopped down on and quickly fell asleep.
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<Ensign Rayne's Quarters, 2230 Hours, Day 1>
Finally there would be time to get some much needed rest. Her shift had been much longer then usual it seemed, which really took its toll on Sara's ability to stay awake. Glad to be done for the day was how she felt, luckly for her she wouldn't have to do another bridge shift for awhile.
Sara silently made her way towards the small bathroom that was connected to her currently cramped quarters. Once inside she undressed, and turned on the sonic shower, then stepped inside. She would have prefered a shower with water right now but that wasn't available on a starship. It had been along time since Sara had even seen a shower with water, several years back when things seemed to be less complicated.
Those were days she wished would come again, despite how silly it was to. But there was never a time she could see a little wishful thinking hurt.
Several minutes later Sara stepped out of the shower and threw on a robe, which like everything else she seemed to wear anymore was black, except her uniform anyhow.
"Computer lights off."
Almost as instantly as the lighting turned off Sara's occular implants switched over to the "nightvision" setting which allowed her to see where she was walking. Sara would have gone to the bedroom now had it not been packed full of all of her excess equipment. The only space she seemed to have anymore was the small couch which she eagerly flopped down on and quickly fell asleep.
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Acting Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche-B NCC-38897-B
"Beware The Penguins!"
<<Yrel's Quarters, 2221 hours, Day One, USS Malinche>>
A light, refreshing breeze swept through the air of the bright and sunny afternoon as Yrel rested comfortably in a chair overlooking a majestic blue ocean stretching as far as the eye could see. A smile, although looking worn from age, manage to make its way into her features, strands of grey hair falling into her dull eyes. She pulled them back, the persistent things, with a quivering hand of a elderly lady.
She was no longer a bright beautiful babe like the past. Instead, she was a some 200 year old woman, who looked her part of a 75 year old human. Nothing was soft and new anymore, able to pull away the attention of any man who preferred to live life getting laid. She wasn't the avatar of a perfect woman anymore. Old, and at death's door. That's all she was now. A massive lifetime of pleasure happiness, and the occasional sorrow was at its end.
That's why the scenery at taken on all its importance now. She never took the time before to really appreciate it...she too busy with everything else. Learning, Dyle, Starfleet, Cameron, Motherhood, Grand motherhood...
"Granma! I'm home!" came an energenic yell from the back, the light steps of a young woman came jogging into towards the kitchen and out the balcony doors. Yrel didn't have the strength of muscle to turn and give proper recognition to her beloved grandchild, and merely settled on watching a hover boat drift by in the distance.
"How was your day, Diyis?" she strained through, taking a long breath afterwards.
"Okay," she replied, walking behind Yrel and taking a seat next to her. "Q'Dorn came to see me again..."
"Not that filthy Klingon," she hissed out, erupting into a violent cough. She took a minute to settle and regain her composure. "What...did he want this time?"
Diyis looked down disappointedly. "We...uh..." she cleared her throat and then looked away, like a coward. "His vow of honor was a lot better this time and...uh...I...we..."
Yrel grunted, her smile long gone.
"It's for the babies sake."
She turned, shocked and saw Diyis holding an infant in her arms. Her weak old heart went racing, threatening for a heartattack.
"When did you...?"
Diyis removed the blanket that wrapped the child up and revealed...
A Borg...
Yrel's eyes shot up with all the force of an exploding warp core, her chest heaved with a heavy breath and most of her body not in direct contact with Cameron was covered in a thin film of sweat. She almost sat up and threw off her lover's arms to get some space, but she resisted. The last thing she needed was the explain to Cameron anything related to children.
After a good five minutes, with her breathing settled, she rested back and closed her eyes, hoping for something a little different this time...
A light, refreshing breeze swept through the air of the bright and sunny afternoon as Yrel rested comfortably in a chair overlooking a majestic blue ocean stretching as far as the eye could see. A smile, although looking worn from age, manage to make its way into her features, strands of grey hair falling into her dull eyes. She pulled them back, the persistent things, with a quivering hand of a elderly lady.
She was no longer a bright beautiful babe like the past. Instead, she was a some 200 year old woman, who looked her part of a 75 year old human. Nothing was soft and new anymore, able to pull away the attention of any man who preferred to live life getting laid. She wasn't the avatar of a perfect woman anymore. Old, and at death's door. That's all she was now. A massive lifetime of pleasure happiness, and the occasional sorrow was at its end.
That's why the scenery at taken on all its importance now. She never took the time before to really appreciate it...she too busy with everything else. Learning, Dyle, Starfleet, Cameron, Motherhood, Grand motherhood...
"Granma! I'm home!" came an energenic yell from the back, the light steps of a young woman came jogging into towards the kitchen and out the balcony doors. Yrel didn't have the strength of muscle to turn and give proper recognition to her beloved grandchild, and merely settled on watching a hover boat drift by in the distance.
"How was your day, Diyis?" she strained through, taking a long breath afterwards.
"Okay," she replied, walking behind Yrel and taking a seat next to her. "Q'Dorn came to see me again..."
"Not that filthy Klingon," she hissed out, erupting into a violent cough. She took a minute to settle and regain her composure. "What...did he want this time?"
Diyis looked down disappointedly. "We...uh..." she cleared her throat and then looked away, like a coward. "His vow of honor was a lot better this time and...uh...I...we..."
Yrel grunted, her smile long gone.
"It's for the babies sake."
She turned, shocked and saw Diyis holding an infant in her arms. Her weak old heart went racing, threatening for a heartattack.
"When did you...?"
Diyis removed the blanket that wrapped the child up and revealed...
A Borg...
Yrel's eyes shot up with all the force of an exploding warp core, her chest heaved with a heavy breath and most of her body not in direct contact with Cameron was covered in a thin film of sweat. She almost sat up and threw off her lover's arms to get some space, but she resisted. The last thing she needed was the explain to Cameron anything related to children.
After a good five minutes, with her breathing settled, she rested back and closed her eyes, hoping for something a little different this time...
Lieutenant Yrel Sovereign
Chief Science Officer & Second Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
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Continued from earlier JP post with O?Neill
<<USS Sentinel, Mess Hall, 0530 to 0600, Day 2>>
Anthony grabbed the chair and sat in front of the ensign, he was glade that he was able to find someone of his own rank the though of trying to speak with his superiors was not something he though himself ready to do or even attempt,
"So" Anthony said looking up from his buttered bagel and mug of coffee "How long have been on the ship for?"
Well, I boarded the ship yesterday, just before we left. Just finished my first shift half an hour ago, and well, decide to get something to eat before I went over the ship. Personally, I transferred from the Longbow, a Nebula Class ship, you?? He asked as he chomped down on his Muffin.
Anthony nodded "I came on the ship around the same time almost missed the shuttle to the ship" he rubbed his shoulder "The bunks on the Star Bases are getting worse with every year" he said with joking laugh, "I just completed some advanced courses in Security in Star Fleet but I waited a few months to get this ship," he said drinking his coffee. He continue saying "It hasn't been in dock for a while or else I would have gotten on it sooner" he drained his cup of coffee, you meet the captain yet" he asked with a curious look of who was running the ship.
?No, I haven?t, scuttlebutt is he was at a Senior Staff dinner with the Malinche Senior Staff, By the way, Ensign Janson O?Neill.? He finished off his muffin and moved to his Cereal. ?So, what ship did you come from?? Before you new training, of course.?
Anthony's face fell a bit, he of course had read the public records about the captain but hearing if from a fellow member might have given he an incite into the big man in the chair, "My Names Anthony James Cardel" he said "Just a few training ships near Earth, nothing fancy a shuttle here and there but nothing like this" he said scratching his neck absent minded in his conversation. "What's your position, somewhere on the bridge" he said pointing to O?Neill?s red duty jacket
?I?m the New Assistant Chief Helms Officer, I love to fly. Flown the bigger ships, for example the Longbow, wow was that thing hard to maneuver, being a Nebula and all. I just wanted something smaller this time, and an Intrepid was perfect, plus I always loved them, there so sleek.? Janson finished his Cereal and started on his fruit. ?Computer, Time?? ?0600? Janson thought of his tasks ahead, and decide it was time to leave. ?Listen, I got to go walk my dog, she get cranky when cooped up in my room, Nice to meet you.? His finished his fruit and picked up his plate, got up and put his plate in the dirty dishes bin, he moved to the door.
Anthony stood and said "No problem, Nice to meet you as well",
Both men parted there ways towards there own duties.
OFF:
Ensign Janson J. O`Neill
Assistant Chief Helm Officer
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
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_________________
Ensign Anthony Cardel
Assistant Chief Security Officer
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
<<USS Sentinel, Mess Hall, 0530 to 0600, Day 2>>
Anthony grabbed the chair and sat in front of the ensign, he was glade that he was able to find someone of his own rank the though of trying to speak with his superiors was not something he though himself ready to do or even attempt,
"So" Anthony said looking up from his buttered bagel and mug of coffee "How long have been on the ship for?"
Well, I boarded the ship yesterday, just before we left. Just finished my first shift half an hour ago, and well, decide to get something to eat before I went over the ship. Personally, I transferred from the Longbow, a Nebula Class ship, you?? He asked as he chomped down on his Muffin.
Anthony nodded "I came on the ship around the same time almost missed the shuttle to the ship" he rubbed his shoulder "The bunks on the Star Bases are getting worse with every year" he said with joking laugh, "I just completed some advanced courses in Security in Star Fleet but I waited a few months to get this ship," he said drinking his coffee. He continue saying "It hasn't been in dock for a while or else I would have gotten on it sooner" he drained his cup of coffee, you meet the captain yet" he asked with a curious look of who was running the ship.
?No, I haven?t, scuttlebutt is he was at a Senior Staff dinner with the Malinche Senior Staff, By the way, Ensign Janson O?Neill.? He finished off his muffin and moved to his Cereal. ?So, what ship did you come from?? Before you new training, of course.?
Anthony's face fell a bit, he of course had read the public records about the captain but hearing if from a fellow member might have given he an incite into the big man in the chair, "My Names Anthony James Cardel" he said "Just a few training ships near Earth, nothing fancy a shuttle here and there but nothing like this" he said scratching his neck absent minded in his conversation. "What's your position, somewhere on the bridge" he said pointing to O?Neill?s red duty jacket
?I?m the New Assistant Chief Helms Officer, I love to fly. Flown the bigger ships, for example the Longbow, wow was that thing hard to maneuver, being a Nebula and all. I just wanted something smaller this time, and an Intrepid was perfect, plus I always loved them, there so sleek.? Janson finished his Cereal and started on his fruit. ?Computer, Time?? ?0600? Janson thought of his tasks ahead, and decide it was time to leave. ?Listen, I got to go walk my dog, she get cranky when cooped up in my room, Nice to meet you.? His finished his fruit and picked up his plate, got up and put his plate in the dirty dishes bin, he moved to the door.
Anthony stood and said "No problem, Nice to meet you as well",
Both men parted there ways towards there own duties.
OFF:
Ensign Janson J. O`Neill
Assistant Chief Helm Officer
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
&
_________________
Ensign Anthony Cardel
Assistant Chief Security Officer
USS Sentinel NCC-74673
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