<<Outside Conference Room, 1637, Day 20>>
Isabel walked out of the conference room once all the others had left. The meeting had been...interesting to say the least. She'd been quite tempted to put a few of them in the brig, but for the most part they'd cooled down.
As she walked onto the bridge, Isabel headed straight for Flight Control. Currently, Alexis (NPC) was at the flight control console - most likely because Jaran was preparing for the away mission. "Helm, report," Isabel looked over at Alexis.
"Captain, we are approximately fifteen minutes away from the planet, current speed," she responded.
Isabel nodded, "When we arrive, I want standard orbiting procedures, Ensign Madar."
"Aye."
Seeing Mason walk onto the bridge, Isabel motioned for him to wait for her. As he paused, Isabel moved over to Ryan (NPC), dutifully sitting at the Communications console. "Mr. Tamlin, when we reach Celtron V, I want you to let the To'Ma and So'Kra know we are here and plan to begin negotiations at 0900 hours tomorrow. Also, see if -"
"Excuse me Captain," Ryan interrupted. "There's a message from the So'Kra."
"What are they saying?" Isabel looked over her shoulder as Mason approached and stood next to her.
"They want to know if we can still send a medical team, and, if we're planning on rescuing Trelin(NPC), whether we require assistance," Ryan reported.
"Can we put them on screen?" Isabel would much rather see who she was talking to.
"I'm afraid not ma'am, there's some interference. I can put them on speaker."
"Do so." Isabel waited for Ryan to nod. "This is Captain Isabel Kersare of the USS Malinche. We have received your transmission."
"Good to hear from you, Captain. My name is Erontab Miltuk, here at the So'Kra base of operations. Is there any way you can spare some medical officers? We have wounded here resulting from the attack," a voice answered.
"We'll be at Celtron V in fifteen minutes - I'll have a few medical personnel and some medical supplies beamed down," Isabel offered.
"That would be wonderful. Do you need any assistance in retreiving Trelin, or are you not planning anything?" He sounded a little timid with his offer, probably not feeling comfortable making the assumption the Malinche had an away mission ready.
Isabel replied, "We have plans, yes. I need to consult with my Executive Officer and Assistant Chief Security Officer regarding any assistance. If you could set a few people aside, just in case, and we'll get back to you shortly, that would be helpful."
"I'll pass that along to Mr. Orsad," Erontab told the Captain.
"Thank you. Could you also tell him we have the negotiations scheduled for 0900 tomorrow? We'll be beaming the To'Ma and So'Kra aboard slightly before that, and Mr. Orsad is welcome to come before them, if he so desires, so we can discuss the negotiations," Isabel told him.
"Thank you Captain, I'll let him know."
"I'll have Ensign Kai or Ensign Tamlin contact you regarding your assistance. Kersare out." She looked over at Ryan, "Let Medical and Engineering know they will need to beam a few people and medical supplies down to the So'Kra when we arrive. Commander Hunt and I will be in my Ready Room." Ryan nodded and Isabel looked at Mason, "Shall we?" The two proceeded to her Ready Room.
OFF: Tag Orsad, and Hunt for a JP. Let's keep things moving everyone!
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<<Conference Room, 1633, Day 20>>
She typed some questions on the PADD she found in front of her.
Mark tried not to look to Harrison at his side. She looked ok and that made Mark happy. Not that he would demonstrate his feelings. But, after the Kersare had straighted everybody out, Mark was sure Abubakar would damn him for the rest of the day, for destroying that ridiculous plan of him.
Mark was paying attention to Kersare's instructions when Mark felt Two touch his arm and showing a PADD. Mark read:
1. Do we have any idea about what sort of equipment they would have down there?
2. Any idea about weapons?
3. Ideas where the weapons would be located?
Mark looked at her, nodded silently. He typed.
"Celtronian equipment has inferior technology and don't poses as threat for the shuttles. The Klingon's is another story. They have anti shuttle weapons and heavy disruptor emplacements located in several points. You can pinpoint them using the last planetary scan the Science Department made. I can't be sure if they will be reinforcing the area we will be inserted. My suggestion is to create some anti sensor device or stealth equipament to avoid a major firefight.
-Grayson"
Mark slide the PADD back to Harrison without looking at her. He didn't want to be distracted by looking at the woman he was starting to have feelings. He was not supposed to have feelings for anyone aboard the Malinche. Actually, he thought he couldn't feel anything more after all he had gone through.
When Mark looked again, the conference had finished. He got up, not before he noticed Abubakar's eyes on him. A very irated look. Mark raised an eyebrow at his direction and went the opposite way.
He glanced at Lt. Barret and Lt. Commander Darkhelm's direction and noticed how amused the two of them were about his confrontation with Abubakar. Mark could see why the would find that funny. Mark had tested Abubakar and the man had failed miserably.
Mark decided he need to check his sources one more time before he risked his life. He walked to his office.
OFF: tag crew.
She typed some questions on the PADD she found in front of her.
Mark tried not to look to Harrison at his side. She looked ok and that made Mark happy. Not that he would demonstrate his feelings. But, after the Kersare had straighted everybody out, Mark was sure Abubakar would damn him for the rest of the day, for destroying that ridiculous plan of him.
Mark was paying attention to Kersare's instructions when Mark felt Two touch his arm and showing a PADD. Mark read:
1. Do we have any idea about what sort of equipment they would have down there?
2. Any idea about weapons?
3. Ideas where the weapons would be located?
Mark looked at her, nodded silently. He typed.
"Celtronian equipment has inferior technology and don't poses as threat for the shuttles. The Klingon's is another story. They have anti shuttle weapons and heavy disruptor emplacements located in several points. You can pinpoint them using the last planetary scan the Science Department made. I can't be sure if they will be reinforcing the area we will be inserted. My suggestion is to create some anti sensor device or stealth equipament to avoid a major firefight.
-Grayson"
Mark slide the PADD back to Harrison without looking at her. He didn't want to be distracted by looking at the woman he was starting to have feelings. He was not supposed to have feelings for anyone aboard the Malinche. Actually, he thought he couldn't feel anything more after all he had gone through.
When Mark looked again, the conference had finished. He got up, not before he noticed Abubakar's eyes on him. A very irated look. Mark raised an eyebrow at his direction and went the opposite way.
He glanced at Lt. Barret and Lt. Commander Darkhelm's direction and noticed how amused the two of them were about his confrontation with Abubakar. Mark could see why the would find that funny. Mark had tested Abubakar and the man had failed miserably.
Mark decided he need to check his sources one more time before he risked his life. He walked to his office.
OFF: tag crew.
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<<So'Kra Council, Celtron V, 1640, Day 20>>
Miltuk swivelled around in his seat at the sound of Orsad's approach, wearing an altogether smug look on his weathered gray face.
Tekel raised his eyebrows at the look on the comm officer's face. "Hit me with some good news, Erontab."
"With pleasure. The Malinche will be here in about fifteen minutes-"
"Thank goodness," interjected Zura.
"-they'll be able to send medics when they arrive-"
"That's a relief," remarked Brek in passing. "I'll let Doctor Keplarish know."
"-and as to whether they need help in rescuing Trelin- which they are proceeding with, by the way-"
"Thanks for the offer but they can manage it?" guessed Frober, an unimpressed look on her face.
"Less of the cynicism, Della," said Tekel.
Frober pursed her lips slightly, probably in response to his rare use of her first name. "Sorry sir."
"What she actually said," Miltuk went on pointedly, "Captain Kersare, that is, was that she'd need to consult with her officers, but to put a few people aside in case they could use them."
"Me and Frober," said Tekel instantly, quickly processing what else might be required. "And Zura had better hold down the fort here, so I'll take Brek as well. Frober, I don't know how many they might want, so start picking out some of your guards to have on stand by."
"Hang on," said Zura. "Why is it you're going and I'm staying? You're the one in charge of this mission."
"That's right. So I decide who goes where."
"But why can't you stay instead?"
"Because I don't want to be kicking around here when I can actually be helping."
"And I do?" Her dark eyes glinted. "This isn't a game, Tekel. Your place is with the rest of the team. I'm just as competent as you, and you know it-"
"Venari, don't you feed me that-"
"Having a little lover's quarrel, are we?" chipped in Frober, and that shut them both up sharpish.
After a pause, Zura muttered, "Don't insinuate, Frober," rubbing uneasily at the back of her neck.
"Go and check on which guards are fit for duty," Tekel ordered her quietly. He turned back to Zura, somehow unable to look her in the eye. She didn't even try to meet his gaze. "Look Ven, I just think I'd be better suited, all right? And chances are they won't even want our help after all. I mean, they're this big heaping starship with masses of officers at their disposal. All we've got to offer is some insight on the To'Ma, and they've probably got them all figured out by now, what with their mighty databases... So odds are we'll all be stuck here together anyway. Happy?"
Zura just smiled very slightly and shook her head before turning back to the operations console she had stationed herself at.
Tekel sighed and walked off in another direction, not quite sure where he was going until he bumped into Dors Brek.
"So I'm along for the ride, if there is one?" inquired the Napean. Tekel nodded. "Orsad..." Brek folded his arms and fixed his superior with a firm gaze. "I know this is going to sound tactless, but does everyone on the Federation ship know that you- that most of the team- are Cardassian?"
"I don't know, and I can't say I really care. They'll work with me if they have to. We're all professionals." Tekel had run this argument in his head once or twice and it hadn't taken him long to tire of it.
"They're Starfleet. Some of them might still be nursing grudges from the Dominion War."
"Since when are you a counseler, Dors?"
"I'm just saying."
"Hey, I was a dissenter," Tekel reminded him with a wry smile. "I hated the Cardassian government just like the rest of the Alpha Quadrant. Hell, I won Frober over, didn't I?"
"If they don't know you're a Cardassian yet, chances are even slimmer they know your career profile. Just... watch yourself, Tekel. I worry about you sometimes." He was looking at the ground now, as if ashamed of this last confession.
Tekel's own intent stare softened. "Don't do that, Dors. You're younger than me, for god's sake, I should be pulling my hair out over you."
Brek pulled a half grin but continued to look down. "I just couldn't sense that you were at all concerned. Just angry, unsettled maybe; at this whole Trelin incident, I'm guessing."
"Well, can you blame me?" Tekel flared up. "We were totally unprepared! Even Trelin himself didn't seem to think the To'Ma had the gall to try anything..."
"I'm getting feelings of discomfort from everyone. Even Frober. People aren't always forgiving, that's all."
"That's as may be. But they're also diplomatic. Put that worry on the back burner, Brek, it's the least of what we'll have to deal with. And stop looking inside other people's heads. All that'll do is make your one hurt."
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Warrant Officer Tekel Orsad
Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer (to be)
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
When I was a kid I claimed that all the warring worlds should set aside their differences and bloody well get along. That argument still stands, only now it needs a cane.
Miltuk swivelled around in his seat at the sound of Orsad's approach, wearing an altogether smug look on his weathered gray face.
Tekel raised his eyebrows at the look on the comm officer's face. "Hit me with some good news, Erontab."
"With pleasure. The Malinche will be here in about fifteen minutes-"
"Thank goodness," interjected Zura.
"-they'll be able to send medics when they arrive-"
"That's a relief," remarked Brek in passing. "I'll let Doctor Keplarish know."
"-and as to whether they need help in rescuing Trelin- which they are proceeding with, by the way-"
"Thanks for the offer but they can manage it?" guessed Frober, an unimpressed look on her face.
"Less of the cynicism, Della," said Tekel.
Frober pursed her lips slightly, probably in response to his rare use of her first name. "Sorry sir."
"What she actually said," Miltuk went on pointedly, "Captain Kersare, that is, was that she'd need to consult with her officers, but to put a few people aside in case they could use them."
"Me and Frober," said Tekel instantly, quickly processing what else might be required. "And Zura had better hold down the fort here, so I'll take Brek as well. Frober, I don't know how many they might want, so start picking out some of your guards to have on stand by."
"Hang on," said Zura. "Why is it you're going and I'm staying? You're the one in charge of this mission."
"That's right. So I decide who goes where."
"But why can't you stay instead?"
"Because I don't want to be kicking around here when I can actually be helping."
"And I do?" Her dark eyes glinted. "This isn't a game, Tekel. Your place is with the rest of the team. I'm just as competent as you, and you know it-"
"Venari, don't you feed me that-"
"Having a little lover's quarrel, are we?" chipped in Frober, and that shut them both up sharpish.
After a pause, Zura muttered, "Don't insinuate, Frober," rubbing uneasily at the back of her neck.
"Go and check on which guards are fit for duty," Tekel ordered her quietly. He turned back to Zura, somehow unable to look her in the eye. She didn't even try to meet his gaze. "Look Ven, I just think I'd be better suited, all right? And chances are they won't even want our help after all. I mean, they're this big heaping starship with masses of officers at their disposal. All we've got to offer is some insight on the To'Ma, and they've probably got them all figured out by now, what with their mighty databases... So odds are we'll all be stuck here together anyway. Happy?"
Zura just smiled very slightly and shook her head before turning back to the operations console she had stationed herself at.
Tekel sighed and walked off in another direction, not quite sure where he was going until he bumped into Dors Brek.
"So I'm along for the ride, if there is one?" inquired the Napean. Tekel nodded. "Orsad..." Brek folded his arms and fixed his superior with a firm gaze. "I know this is going to sound tactless, but does everyone on the Federation ship know that you- that most of the team- are Cardassian?"
"I don't know, and I can't say I really care. They'll work with me if they have to. We're all professionals." Tekel had run this argument in his head once or twice and it hadn't taken him long to tire of it.
"They're Starfleet. Some of them might still be nursing grudges from the Dominion War."
"Since when are you a counseler, Dors?"
"I'm just saying."
"Hey, I was a dissenter," Tekel reminded him with a wry smile. "I hated the Cardassian government just like the rest of the Alpha Quadrant. Hell, I won Frober over, didn't I?"
"If they don't know you're a Cardassian yet, chances are even slimmer they know your career profile. Just... watch yourself, Tekel. I worry about you sometimes." He was looking at the ground now, as if ashamed of this last confession.
Tekel's own intent stare softened. "Don't do that, Dors. You're younger than me, for god's sake, I should be pulling my hair out over you."
Brek pulled a half grin but continued to look down. "I just couldn't sense that you were at all concerned. Just angry, unsettled maybe; at this whole Trelin incident, I'm guessing."
"Well, can you blame me?" Tekel flared up. "We were totally unprepared! Even Trelin himself didn't seem to think the To'Ma had the gall to try anything..."
"I'm getting feelings of discomfort from everyone. Even Frober. People aren't always forgiving, that's all."
"That's as may be. But they're also diplomatic. Put that worry on the back burner, Brek, it's the least of what we'll have to deal with. And stop looking inside other people's heads. All that'll do is make your one hurt."
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Warrant Officer Tekel Orsad
Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer (to be)
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
When I was a kid I claimed that all the warring worlds should set aside their differences and bloody well get along. That argument still stands, only now it needs a cane.
[USS Colt : Deck 1 : Bridge]
[Day 19 : 1704 Hours]
"Captain, I'm telling you! Celtron V is on the way!!!" The Petty Officer said adamantly to the woman in the centre chair.
"Listen Brewer, I agreed to give you a lift providing the Malinche would be on our patrol route. Now you're telling me that they're at some random planet, which is about a day, flying the wrong way?!" The young CO replied, her hair shaking as she gradually got more frustrated.
"Yes, ma'am.." Daniel conceded, looking to the floor.
Captain Jean(NPC) leant back in her chair. Looking out at the streaking stars on the viewscreen, she sighed as she contemplated his request. "Helm, set a course for Celtron V, Warp 7. Brewer, you've won me over. We'll drop you off, then we're on our way." She finished, her hands linking together and her eyebrows raised.
[USS Colt : Deck 3 : Brewer's Temporary Quarters]
[Day 20 : 1200 Hours]
Daniel strode backwards and forwards, anticipation getting a hold on him. For the moment, he was granted the luxury of an officers quarters. A luxury however, that would be withdrawn when he reached his posting. He sat back once more at the desk, looking out the window as the stars gracefully swept past.
Looking down the small pile of PADDs once more, he picked up the one with the profiles of his department. It read mostly of the people, what their pasts had been and such. It certainly seemed interesting. A freed Borg Lieutenant being assisted by Klingon Cadet. Brewer laughed at the thought of the Ensigns faces when they took orders from a Cadet. It made no difference to the Petty Officer, the only people he had any command over were those in ranks below him.
As he threw his stuff into his case, and packed his Saxophone back into its case. Looking around, he was amazed at how much space officers got to live in. Spinning around, he basked in the emptyness. Falling back onto the sofa, he stared out into the infinite of space.
'This assignment should be good. From what I've read, the Malinche's a tough ship.. although I'll probably be kinda redundant, all I'm an expert in is weapons. Bugger! They'll probably lumber me with some phaser repairs, although, I wounld'nt say no to being an armourer..' He thought to himself, his train of thought being broken by a chime.
"Bridge to Brewer." Came the unrecognisable voice of one of the bridge staff.
Tapping his commbadge, Dan stood and headed for the door. "Brewer here."
"Can you report to the bridge immediately please?" It finished, cutting off, assuming his response.
[USS Colt : Deck 1 : Bridge]
[Day 20 : 1220 Hours]
"Ah, Mister Brewer. The Malinche is at Celton 5, is she not?" Started the Captain in a welcoming tone.
"Aye ma'am.. she is." The PO2 answered with confusion obvious in his tone.
"And they are there for peace talks correct?" She continued.
"Yes ma'am, why, where is this heading?" Daniel said bluntly, coming off slightly rude.
"Do not talk to me like that when I'm going out of my way for you Petty. Have you got any idea why there's weapons fire in the sector?" She said, losing her calm, relaxed and welcoming style and instead adopting an impatient and frustrated one.
"No Captain, I've got no idea." He finished, reeling.
"Very well. Keep your stuff packed, we'll be at the planet in about 4 and a half hours. Dismissed."
[USS Colt : Deck 1 : Bridge]
[Day 20 : 1652 Hours]
The bridge was well lit as the stars shortened and slowed. Various members of the crew on the bridge quickly turned to their consoles to ascertain the conditions of their whereabouts and the cause of the weapons fire.
"Anything?" Captain Jean asked of her Operations Officer.
"No Captain, there's some hull debris, and traces of weapons fire, but nothing of a ship. The USS Malinche is coming into range on sensors ma'am, they're not quite at the planet yet." Said the small woman, Ensign Farrow(NPC), from the consoles before the viewscreen.
"Alright, hail them." Started the commanding officer, closely followed a chime. "This is Captain Jean of the USS Colt. I apparently have a crewman of yours on board, a.. Petty Officer Brewer. We detected weapons fire. Do you need assistance?" She finished, awaiting a reply.
"This is Ensign Tamlin, may I be of assistance? The Captain is currently in a meeting." Came the voie of the Malinche's Communications Officer.
"Well, I suppose so. What happened?" The Colts CO answered, bemused.
"We came under attack from the To'Ma, as far as I know. Do you wish to beam Mr Brewer aboard and I'll report to the Captain and have her respond as soon as she is finished?"
"Very well Ensign, we will be at your location 10 minutes. Tell Captain Kersare that we might stick around if that's ok. Colt out." Jean finished, about to alert her helmsman of the speed corrections.
[USS Malinche : Deck 5 : Transport Room 2]
[Day 20 : 1700 Hours]
"Transport Complete. Welcome aboard the USS Malinche, Mr Brewer. Your belongings have been beamed to your quarters, but your orders are to report to Lieutenant Thundera and Cadet P'ayanna." Smiled the engineer.
"Thanks." Brewer grinned back. "The Klingon Cadet eh? I've heard, well read, she's quite the enthusiast. Daniel." He said as he went up to shake the mans hand.
"Hi, I'm Andy, Andy Griggs. P'ayanna is in the shuttlebay." The Ensign said back to the NCO, shaking his hand in return.
"What, they want me to report to her there?!" Dan replied in suprise.
"That's what I was told to tell you.." Griggs told him as he watched the new crewmember walk out the doors.
[Day 19 : 1704 Hours]
"Captain, I'm telling you! Celtron V is on the way!!!" The Petty Officer said adamantly to the woman in the centre chair.
"Listen Brewer, I agreed to give you a lift providing the Malinche would be on our patrol route. Now you're telling me that they're at some random planet, which is about a day, flying the wrong way?!" The young CO replied, her hair shaking as she gradually got more frustrated.
"Yes, ma'am.." Daniel conceded, looking to the floor.
Captain Jean(NPC) leant back in her chair. Looking out at the streaking stars on the viewscreen, she sighed as she contemplated his request. "Helm, set a course for Celtron V, Warp 7. Brewer, you've won me over. We'll drop you off, then we're on our way." She finished, her hands linking together and her eyebrows raised.
[USS Colt : Deck 3 : Brewer's Temporary Quarters]
[Day 20 : 1200 Hours]
Daniel strode backwards and forwards, anticipation getting a hold on him. For the moment, he was granted the luxury of an officers quarters. A luxury however, that would be withdrawn when he reached his posting. He sat back once more at the desk, looking out the window as the stars gracefully swept past.
Looking down the small pile of PADDs once more, he picked up the one with the profiles of his department. It read mostly of the people, what their pasts had been and such. It certainly seemed interesting. A freed Borg Lieutenant being assisted by Klingon Cadet. Brewer laughed at the thought of the Ensigns faces when they took orders from a Cadet. It made no difference to the Petty Officer, the only people he had any command over were those in ranks below him.
As he threw his stuff into his case, and packed his Saxophone back into its case. Looking around, he was amazed at how much space officers got to live in. Spinning around, he basked in the emptyness. Falling back onto the sofa, he stared out into the infinite of space.
'This assignment should be good. From what I've read, the Malinche's a tough ship.. although I'll probably be kinda redundant, all I'm an expert in is weapons. Bugger! They'll probably lumber me with some phaser repairs, although, I wounld'nt say no to being an armourer..' He thought to himself, his train of thought being broken by a chime.
"Bridge to Brewer." Came the unrecognisable voice of one of the bridge staff.
Tapping his commbadge, Dan stood and headed for the door. "Brewer here."
"Can you report to the bridge immediately please?" It finished, cutting off, assuming his response.
[USS Colt : Deck 1 : Bridge]
[Day 20 : 1220 Hours]
"Ah, Mister Brewer. The Malinche is at Celton 5, is she not?" Started the Captain in a welcoming tone.
"Aye ma'am.. she is." The PO2 answered with confusion obvious in his tone.
"And they are there for peace talks correct?" She continued.
"Yes ma'am, why, where is this heading?" Daniel said bluntly, coming off slightly rude.
"Do not talk to me like that when I'm going out of my way for you Petty. Have you got any idea why there's weapons fire in the sector?" She said, losing her calm, relaxed and welcoming style and instead adopting an impatient and frustrated one.
"No Captain, I've got no idea." He finished, reeling.
"Very well. Keep your stuff packed, we'll be at the planet in about 4 and a half hours. Dismissed."
[USS Colt : Deck 1 : Bridge]
[Day 20 : 1652 Hours]
The bridge was well lit as the stars shortened and slowed. Various members of the crew on the bridge quickly turned to their consoles to ascertain the conditions of their whereabouts and the cause of the weapons fire.
"Anything?" Captain Jean asked of her Operations Officer.
"No Captain, there's some hull debris, and traces of weapons fire, but nothing of a ship. The USS Malinche is coming into range on sensors ma'am, they're not quite at the planet yet." Said the small woman, Ensign Farrow(NPC), from the consoles before the viewscreen.
"Alright, hail them." Started the commanding officer, closely followed a chime. "This is Captain Jean of the USS Colt. I apparently have a crewman of yours on board, a.. Petty Officer Brewer. We detected weapons fire. Do you need assistance?" She finished, awaiting a reply.
"This is Ensign Tamlin, may I be of assistance? The Captain is currently in a meeting." Came the voie of the Malinche's Communications Officer.
"Well, I suppose so. What happened?" The Colts CO answered, bemused.
"We came under attack from the To'Ma, as far as I know. Do you wish to beam Mr Brewer aboard and I'll report to the Captain and have her respond as soon as she is finished?"
"Very well Ensign, we will be at your location 10 minutes. Tell Captain Kersare that we might stick around if that's ok. Colt out." Jean finished, about to alert her helmsman of the speed corrections.
[USS Malinche : Deck 5 : Transport Room 2]
[Day 20 : 1700 Hours]
"Transport Complete. Welcome aboard the USS Malinche, Mr Brewer. Your belongings have been beamed to your quarters, but your orders are to report to Lieutenant Thundera and Cadet P'ayanna." Smiled the engineer.
"Thanks." Brewer grinned back. "The Klingon Cadet eh? I've heard, well read, she's quite the enthusiast. Daniel." He said as he went up to shake the mans hand.
"Hi, I'm Andy, Andy Griggs. P'ayanna is in the shuttlebay." The Ensign said back to the NCO, shaking his hand in return.
"What, they want me to report to her there?!" Dan replied in suprise.
"That's what I was told to tell you.." Griggs told him as he watched the new crewmember walk out the doors.
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Petty Officer Second Class Daniel Brewer
Weapons Specialist
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
Petty Officer Second Class Daniel Brewer
Weapons Specialist
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
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ON: USS Malinche; Sickbay
<<Mission Day 20; 1715 hours>>
After leaving Abu's Quarters, Petra made her way towards Sickbay, PADD in hand.
She hadn't exactly introduced herself to her roommate Ensign Kai as of yet, so what better time than now when she had to debrief her on the Meeting... and all the silliness that transpired during it.
Even though she and Abu had no idea what had exactly happened in his quarters, her smile still stretched from ear to ear as she walked through the corridors. A rather chipper "Hi!" was said on more than one occasion to passing crewmates on the trip to Sickbay.
She rounded the last bend and found herself just outside Sickbay. Her smile as bright as ever, she pushed onward and into Sickbay.
'Three hundred sixty seven... three hundred sixty eight...three hundred sixty ni..' "ENSIGN!" Sharon yelled over to Mavose, the one familiar face, aside from Chelsie', that she'd seen for hours. Although slightly annoyed that she hadn't made it four hundred little dots that were part of the ceiling tiles, she was thrilled to have a distraction from this grey prison.
"ENSIGN!" Petra returned as she skipped across sickbay and over to Kai's biobed. "Like, oh my God! You look like you should up and out of here. That is assuming you're feeling better. Well, you are feeling better, yes?" Petra looked Kai all the way up and all the way down.
Sharon took a moment to embrace Mavose' giddiness. "Yeah I'm fine" she said as she slowly sat up, she thought she had noticed her roomie checking her out. 'Nah' she told herself. She gently lowered he feet to the floor and put a hand on Mavose' shoulder to steady herself. 'Interesting' she thought as she touched Mavose, she looked to Mavose and a smile flicked across her mouth.
Petra looked back at Kai for a moment and smiled back. She didn't move nor look away as she fumbled with the PADD. "The Captain asked me to brief you on the meeting. Uhmm... have you ever met the captain? She's a very nice person. Very, very nice."
Kai was rooted in place, Mavose kept her gaze on her, making her nervous. And there was nervousness in the giddy girl's voice, she was sure of it. "She's ok I guess, all Captains are a bit...well, off though...I think." Remembering Mavose had a relative who was a CO made Kai's nervousness show in her voice as she fell over the end of her sentence trying not to make it sound so bad, failing miserably.
Petra couldn't imagine why Kai wasn't moving... then again, neither was she. Extending her hand, she introduced herself. "Ensign Mavose... err... Petra Mavose. Feel free to call me Petra." She said, smiling broadly.
Sharon turned around so she was now facing Mavose, she took her hand, "Sharon" she said smiling. Forgetting she was holding Petra's hand still, she said; "Petra, that's a pretty name." She noticed the Trill spots that ran down Petra's face and neck, 'oh my god' she inwardly cringed. She found the Trill spots to be really sexy, especially on Trill males.
Still holding onto her hand, Petra rubbed it. "Do you moisturize? Your hand is so silky smooth." She paused for a moment before continuing. "Actually, I used to moisturize. Starfleet's Medical Standard issued. It's not nearly as good as the stuff back on Earth, but it does the job. Did you ever try Starfleet's?"
Sharon's eyes were suddenly the size of the deflector dishes on old Constitutions, he eyes shot between Petra's face, which was actually really pretty now she noticed, and their joined hands. "I...erm...no, no I don't-didn't-still don't!" she spluttered really nervously, she didn't withdraw her hand though, it felt nice in Petra's for some reason.
Petra laughed at Kai. "Sounds like you've been cooped up in Sickbay way too long. And I got just the medicine for you!" She wrapped her arms around Kai and hugged her for a moment before letting go. "Huggles cure just about anything... except the Klingon Temper..."
She barely had time to blink her deflector dish sized eyes when Petra launched at her. Not having time to react, the hand that half a nano-second ago was in Petra's, hadn't had time to move and was now pressed between the two women's tummies. 'Wow, wow' thought Sharon. She raised her free hand to huggle Petra in return, gently placing her hand on Petra's back. "Aww, thanks" she said, fumbling with her words and turning a bright shade of red, she felt like she was boiling- she was that kind of prickly nervous.
Petra smiled at her friend. "Anytime. I got many more of them whenever you need them." She winked at Sharon, then sat up on the biobed, motioning the other ensign to sit down with her. "I should start telling you about the meeting and what we'll be doing within the hour..." She trailed off as Sharon sat directly beside her, almost snuggling. "Your boyfriend must be one happy guy." She finished, smiling, not complaining.
Sharon liked the feel of Petra next to her, it was nice to have someone this close again. She felt slightly ominous at the words "within the hour", it usually meant something relatively important. Butterflies engulfed her stomach, "I don't erm..." she breathed nervously, "I don't... I don't have...a boyfriend" she said sheepishly. She looked sideways to Petra and nervously attempted a smile.
"No?" Petra smiled back. "I would have thought that a cute girl as yourself would have one... or two or three... by now." She chuckled girlishly. "Uhmm... but seriously... you don't? what about..." she quickly grabbed the first name that came to mind, "...Abuba-ba... Abu. That Fly-boy."
She blushed even more, were she wearing her uniform instead of this flimsy gown, she would be camouflaged. "There was...one guy in the Academy" she smiled innocently, "A-booby-karma-wotzit?, he's pretty sexy, really cute but such an arrogant git!" she started twiddling her thumbs nervously, "What about you...? Anyone special? Someone like you..." her voice trailed off as she looked Petra up and down, her heart fluttering and her breath getting caught in her chest on occasion as she did so. "...must...have someone...". She bit her bottom lip, 'what the hell???' the screamed at herself. 'Calm down, calm down, calm down' Sharon told herself, glad that Petra was not Betazoid.
"Me?" Petra's face turned red. "I... I... uhmm..." she stammered on. "I've... well... I never actually... uhmm... I've never really uhmm... I've never even went on a date." Her face flushed with embarrassment. Oh how much Dalte and Riv teased her about it, always saying that she should step forward more and fight to get a date. But no, she never did. She now feared that Sharon would tease her about it as she bit her bottom lip.
'AWWWWWW' squealed Sharon inwardly. She immediately shot an arm around Petra and squeezed her. "You know what? You'd do REALLY well on a date!" She jumped up to the floor and faced Petra, her hands subconsciously finding Petra's knees to support Sharon, "Really well" she reiterated, she looked into Petra's eyes.
Petra's eyes looked down at Sharon's hands on her knees. "You think so?" She said, half energetically.
Sharon followed Petra's eyes and suddenly realized where her hands were, she jumped back and slammed her hands down by her sides, and inadvertently pulling the stupid medical gown tighter across her front as her hands got caught in the material. "Uh-huh" she said, whilst nodding rapidly. "I think most people on this ship would jump at the chance..."
Petra's eyes wandered up towards Sharon's, but turned away about halfway up. Her face turned a few more shades of red. "Uhmm... like who? I've not noticed anyone look twice at me, aside from P'ayanna, but I doubt she feels anything for me." She said jokingly, trying to smile and half succeeding.
'P'ayanna...' thought Sharon, 'she mentioned a girl not a guy' "Well, uhm... there's plenty more crazy people on board" she bit her lip again, "sometimes they're closer than you realize" she said, dropping a probing hint. Sharon noticed that Petra didn't look her usual cheerleader self, and figured she must be feeling it too.
"You could be right. I just need to be more cheerful, and who knows, maybe someone will just pop up and ask." She smiled, her face brightened and she looked over at Sharon. "You're such a wonderful person to talk to. I feel like I can talk to you about pretty much everything! And you don't need to be nervous around me... at least, it feels like you're nervous right now. But you don't have to be. You should feel as if you can tell me anything." Her smile widened as she placed a reassuring hand on her friend's shoulder.
Sharon took a staggered breath inwards as Petra touched her; she placed her own hand on top of Petra's. "I'm...nervous because of what you need to tell me about the meeting" she lied. "And yeah, actually I do feel I can talk to you" she smiled at Petra's beautiful face and squeezed her hand.
Mentally slapping her own face, Petra looked at Sharon. "I completely forgot about the meeting... which is hard to imagine, considering everything that had happened." She took a breath before continuing. "Let's see... Abu and some guy in a grey uniform started fighting, around which time I realized that Klingon's don't exactly smell like roses. Then one of the former Borg people threatened to assimilate everyone because we were all fighting, except for me, of course. P'ayanna and Abu started fighting as well. Then the Captain told everyone to sit down and calm themselves. It was definitely very, very interesting. It made me wish we kept talking, then I could've studied everyone in more detail... assuming I wasn't sick from the noxious smell."
Sharon nodded as Petra amusingly blurted out a whole meeting in a matter of a few seconds. "Sounds fun, and I was cooped up in here all alone." She picked up her uniform trousers from the end of her bed and started to pull them on under her medical gown. "So what's happening then?" Sharon asked, hoping she wasn't about to see more people die.
"Well, Abu has to fly our Away Team to the planet 'cuz we gotta rescue some guy named Treeline... or somethin' like that. I gotta go with him and get some more detailed scans of the Military Complex." Petra replied, actually mulling the plan over again in her own mind.
"You're going in a shuttle with that guy!" Sharon exclaimed, really surprised. "Ouch." With her trousers now on, Sharon took off the stupid gown; it was no bother to her- as roomies Petra had seen Sharon in a bra a few times, besides she didn't think she'd mind either way... She picked up her red department jacket and put her arms in the sleeves. "Good luck" she said, and meant it.
Petra blinked. "Uhh... uhh... uhh..." She couldn't make any logical sense as she stuttered. She couldn't even turn her head away from Sharon. She was frozen in place from the shock of seeing her roommate just about borderline topless. "Uhhh...."
Sharon noticed Petra had her gaze fixed; she had to move over that direction to get her top jacket anyway, so she left her red jacket open and walked back the two steps to Petra. She winked at her and smiled and slowly zipped the red jacket up. She then used one hand to pick up the jacket and used the other to give Petra's knee a little squeeze. The butterflies multiplied as she did so, this was so unlike her.
Petra had no idea what to say as she looked at Sharon. She never felt like this before. "Uhm..." She swallowed nervously as she got off the biobed. "Err... I'd love to stay and chat some more, but I should get to the... uhh... the Shuttlebay. I doubt Abu would be very pleased if they had to wait for me..."
Sharon nodded and straightened out her jackets. Smoothing down the creases she nodded at Petra. "Sure" she smiled. "Good luck, and come back safe" she smiled again, in fact she couldn't stop smiling. She quickly darted to Petra and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "See you soon" she whispered and bent down to do her socks and shoes.
Petra's mouth gapped open. The kiss had been unexpected, to say the least. It did feel nice though... "Uhm... I will come back safely... Abu promised he'd be sure of that." She slipped around Sharon. "And I'll, I'll definitely see you when I return." She half stumbled in confusion as she made her way towards the exit. It felt scarily nice, the kiss. "I'm sure I'll be talking to you from the shuttle." She finished, smiling meekly as she left Sickbay.
Sharon sighed with ecstasy. "Shit" she said aloud to herself. She couldn't believe it, 'I mean like-wow!' she thought to herself. Luckily Chelsie had gone off duty before Petra came in. She walked out of sickbay with the biggest grin she had ever had spread over her face.
OFF: A Joint Post brought to you by
Ensign Sharon Kai
Chief Communications Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
The Letters A through Z,
The Numbers 1 through Infinity,
And?
_________________
Ensign Petra Mavose
Chief Science Officer
USS Malinche
<<Mission Day 20; 1715 hours>>
After leaving Abu's Quarters, Petra made her way towards Sickbay, PADD in hand.
She hadn't exactly introduced herself to her roommate Ensign Kai as of yet, so what better time than now when she had to debrief her on the Meeting... and all the silliness that transpired during it.
Even though she and Abu had no idea what had exactly happened in his quarters, her smile still stretched from ear to ear as she walked through the corridors. A rather chipper "Hi!" was said on more than one occasion to passing crewmates on the trip to Sickbay.
She rounded the last bend and found herself just outside Sickbay. Her smile as bright as ever, she pushed onward and into Sickbay.
'Three hundred sixty seven... three hundred sixty eight...three hundred sixty ni..' "ENSIGN!" Sharon yelled over to Mavose, the one familiar face, aside from Chelsie', that she'd seen for hours. Although slightly annoyed that she hadn't made it four hundred little dots that were part of the ceiling tiles, she was thrilled to have a distraction from this grey prison.
"ENSIGN!" Petra returned as she skipped across sickbay and over to Kai's biobed. "Like, oh my God! You look like you should up and out of here. That is assuming you're feeling better. Well, you are feeling better, yes?" Petra looked Kai all the way up and all the way down.
Sharon took a moment to embrace Mavose' giddiness. "Yeah I'm fine" she said as she slowly sat up, she thought she had noticed her roomie checking her out. 'Nah' she told herself. She gently lowered he feet to the floor and put a hand on Mavose' shoulder to steady herself. 'Interesting' she thought as she touched Mavose, she looked to Mavose and a smile flicked across her mouth.
Petra looked back at Kai for a moment and smiled back. She didn't move nor look away as she fumbled with the PADD. "The Captain asked me to brief you on the meeting. Uhmm... have you ever met the captain? She's a very nice person. Very, very nice."
Kai was rooted in place, Mavose kept her gaze on her, making her nervous. And there was nervousness in the giddy girl's voice, she was sure of it. "She's ok I guess, all Captains are a bit...well, off though...I think." Remembering Mavose had a relative who was a CO made Kai's nervousness show in her voice as she fell over the end of her sentence trying not to make it sound so bad, failing miserably.
Petra couldn't imagine why Kai wasn't moving... then again, neither was she. Extending her hand, she introduced herself. "Ensign Mavose... err... Petra Mavose. Feel free to call me Petra." She said, smiling broadly.
Sharon turned around so she was now facing Mavose, she took her hand, "Sharon" she said smiling. Forgetting she was holding Petra's hand still, she said; "Petra, that's a pretty name." She noticed the Trill spots that ran down Petra's face and neck, 'oh my god' she inwardly cringed. She found the Trill spots to be really sexy, especially on Trill males.
Still holding onto her hand, Petra rubbed it. "Do you moisturize? Your hand is so silky smooth." She paused for a moment before continuing. "Actually, I used to moisturize. Starfleet's Medical Standard issued. It's not nearly as good as the stuff back on Earth, but it does the job. Did you ever try Starfleet's?"
Sharon's eyes were suddenly the size of the deflector dishes on old Constitutions, he eyes shot between Petra's face, which was actually really pretty now she noticed, and their joined hands. "I...erm...no, no I don't-didn't-still don't!" she spluttered really nervously, she didn't withdraw her hand though, it felt nice in Petra's for some reason.
Petra laughed at Kai. "Sounds like you've been cooped up in Sickbay way too long. And I got just the medicine for you!" She wrapped her arms around Kai and hugged her for a moment before letting go. "Huggles cure just about anything... except the Klingon Temper..."
She barely had time to blink her deflector dish sized eyes when Petra launched at her. Not having time to react, the hand that half a nano-second ago was in Petra's, hadn't had time to move and was now pressed between the two women's tummies. 'Wow, wow' thought Sharon. She raised her free hand to huggle Petra in return, gently placing her hand on Petra's back. "Aww, thanks" she said, fumbling with her words and turning a bright shade of red, she felt like she was boiling- she was that kind of prickly nervous.
Petra smiled at her friend. "Anytime. I got many more of them whenever you need them." She winked at Sharon, then sat up on the biobed, motioning the other ensign to sit down with her. "I should start telling you about the meeting and what we'll be doing within the hour..." She trailed off as Sharon sat directly beside her, almost snuggling. "Your boyfriend must be one happy guy." She finished, smiling, not complaining.
Sharon liked the feel of Petra next to her, it was nice to have someone this close again. She felt slightly ominous at the words "within the hour", it usually meant something relatively important. Butterflies engulfed her stomach, "I don't erm..." she breathed nervously, "I don't... I don't have...a boyfriend" she said sheepishly. She looked sideways to Petra and nervously attempted a smile.
"No?" Petra smiled back. "I would have thought that a cute girl as yourself would have one... or two or three... by now." She chuckled girlishly. "Uhmm... but seriously... you don't? what about..." she quickly grabbed the first name that came to mind, "...Abuba-ba... Abu. That Fly-boy."
She blushed even more, were she wearing her uniform instead of this flimsy gown, she would be camouflaged. "There was...one guy in the Academy" she smiled innocently, "A-booby-karma-wotzit?, he's pretty sexy, really cute but such an arrogant git!" she started twiddling her thumbs nervously, "What about you...? Anyone special? Someone like you..." her voice trailed off as she looked Petra up and down, her heart fluttering and her breath getting caught in her chest on occasion as she did so. "...must...have someone...". She bit her bottom lip, 'what the hell???' the screamed at herself. 'Calm down, calm down, calm down' Sharon told herself, glad that Petra was not Betazoid.
"Me?" Petra's face turned red. "I... I... uhmm..." she stammered on. "I've... well... I never actually... uhmm... I've never really uhmm... I've never even went on a date." Her face flushed with embarrassment. Oh how much Dalte and Riv teased her about it, always saying that she should step forward more and fight to get a date. But no, she never did. She now feared that Sharon would tease her about it as she bit her bottom lip.
'AWWWWWW' squealed Sharon inwardly. She immediately shot an arm around Petra and squeezed her. "You know what? You'd do REALLY well on a date!" She jumped up to the floor and faced Petra, her hands subconsciously finding Petra's knees to support Sharon, "Really well" she reiterated, she looked into Petra's eyes.
Petra's eyes looked down at Sharon's hands on her knees. "You think so?" She said, half energetically.
Sharon followed Petra's eyes and suddenly realized where her hands were, she jumped back and slammed her hands down by her sides, and inadvertently pulling the stupid medical gown tighter across her front as her hands got caught in the material. "Uh-huh" she said, whilst nodding rapidly. "I think most people on this ship would jump at the chance..."
Petra's eyes wandered up towards Sharon's, but turned away about halfway up. Her face turned a few more shades of red. "Uhmm... like who? I've not noticed anyone look twice at me, aside from P'ayanna, but I doubt she feels anything for me." She said jokingly, trying to smile and half succeeding.
'P'ayanna...' thought Sharon, 'she mentioned a girl not a guy' "Well, uhm... there's plenty more crazy people on board" she bit her lip again, "sometimes they're closer than you realize" she said, dropping a probing hint. Sharon noticed that Petra didn't look her usual cheerleader self, and figured she must be feeling it too.
"You could be right. I just need to be more cheerful, and who knows, maybe someone will just pop up and ask." She smiled, her face brightened and she looked over at Sharon. "You're such a wonderful person to talk to. I feel like I can talk to you about pretty much everything! And you don't need to be nervous around me... at least, it feels like you're nervous right now. But you don't have to be. You should feel as if you can tell me anything." Her smile widened as she placed a reassuring hand on her friend's shoulder.
Sharon took a staggered breath inwards as Petra touched her; she placed her own hand on top of Petra's. "I'm...nervous because of what you need to tell me about the meeting" she lied. "And yeah, actually I do feel I can talk to you" she smiled at Petra's beautiful face and squeezed her hand.
Mentally slapping her own face, Petra looked at Sharon. "I completely forgot about the meeting... which is hard to imagine, considering everything that had happened." She took a breath before continuing. "Let's see... Abu and some guy in a grey uniform started fighting, around which time I realized that Klingon's don't exactly smell like roses. Then one of the former Borg people threatened to assimilate everyone because we were all fighting, except for me, of course. P'ayanna and Abu started fighting as well. Then the Captain told everyone to sit down and calm themselves. It was definitely very, very interesting. It made me wish we kept talking, then I could've studied everyone in more detail... assuming I wasn't sick from the noxious smell."
Sharon nodded as Petra amusingly blurted out a whole meeting in a matter of a few seconds. "Sounds fun, and I was cooped up in here all alone." She picked up her uniform trousers from the end of her bed and started to pull them on under her medical gown. "So what's happening then?" Sharon asked, hoping she wasn't about to see more people die.
"Well, Abu has to fly our Away Team to the planet 'cuz we gotta rescue some guy named Treeline... or somethin' like that. I gotta go with him and get some more detailed scans of the Military Complex." Petra replied, actually mulling the plan over again in her own mind.
"You're going in a shuttle with that guy!" Sharon exclaimed, really surprised. "Ouch." With her trousers now on, Sharon took off the stupid gown; it was no bother to her- as roomies Petra had seen Sharon in a bra a few times, besides she didn't think she'd mind either way... She picked up her red department jacket and put her arms in the sleeves. "Good luck" she said, and meant it.
Petra blinked. "Uhh... uhh... uhh..." She couldn't make any logical sense as she stuttered. She couldn't even turn her head away from Sharon. She was frozen in place from the shock of seeing her roommate just about borderline topless. "Uhhh...."
Sharon noticed Petra had her gaze fixed; she had to move over that direction to get her top jacket anyway, so she left her red jacket open and walked back the two steps to Petra. She winked at her and smiled and slowly zipped the red jacket up. She then used one hand to pick up the jacket and used the other to give Petra's knee a little squeeze. The butterflies multiplied as she did so, this was so unlike her.
Petra had no idea what to say as she looked at Sharon. She never felt like this before. "Uhm..." She swallowed nervously as she got off the biobed. "Err... I'd love to stay and chat some more, but I should get to the... uhh... the Shuttlebay. I doubt Abu would be very pleased if they had to wait for me..."
Sharon nodded and straightened out her jackets. Smoothing down the creases she nodded at Petra. "Sure" she smiled. "Good luck, and come back safe" she smiled again, in fact she couldn't stop smiling. She quickly darted to Petra and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "See you soon" she whispered and bent down to do her socks and shoes.
Petra's mouth gapped open. The kiss had been unexpected, to say the least. It did feel nice though... "Uhm... I will come back safely... Abu promised he'd be sure of that." She slipped around Sharon. "And I'll, I'll definitely see you when I return." She half stumbled in confusion as she made her way towards the exit. It felt scarily nice, the kiss. "I'm sure I'll be talking to you from the shuttle." She finished, smiling meekly as she left Sickbay.
Sharon sighed with ecstasy. "Shit" she said aloud to herself. She couldn't believe it, 'I mean like-wow!' she thought to herself. Luckily Chelsie had gone off duty before Petra came in. She walked out of sickbay with the biggest grin she had ever had spread over her face.
OFF: A Joint Post brought to you by
Ensign Sharon Kai
Chief Communications Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
The Letters A through Z,
The Numbers 1 through Infinity,
And?
_________________
Ensign Petra Mavose
Chief Science Officer
USS Malinche
<<USS Malinche>>
<Shuttlebay, 1705, Day 20>
Amanda shifted the pack on her shoulders; trying to get it more comfortable. That was thing that she didn't like about her Marine gear...and still didn't like about the tactical equipment that she had now. After ensuring that her field medical kit was totally stocked. She headed by the armory and picked up a phaser rifle. She just hoped that she wouldn't have to use it.
Walking into the shuttlebay Amanda nodded to the various personnal that were standing by. Personally, she just wanted to get this mission over with...it wasn't that she didn't trust the cadet...but she was only a cadet. Training was one thing, real world experience was something else entirely.
"Good evening cadet, I take that we are ready to go," Amanda asked.
<Shuttlebay, 1705, Day 20>
Amanda shifted the pack on her shoulders; trying to get it more comfortable. That was thing that she didn't like about her Marine gear...and still didn't like about the tactical equipment that she had now. After ensuring that her field medical kit was totally stocked. She headed by the armory and picked up a phaser rifle. She just hoped that she wouldn't have to use it.
Walking into the shuttlebay Amanda nodded to the various personnal that were standing by. Personally, she just wanted to get this mission over with...it wasn't that she didn't trust the cadet...but she was only a cadet. Training was one thing, real world experience was something else entirely.
"Good evening cadet, I take that we are ready to go," Amanda asked.
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Lieutenant Commander Amanda Darkhelm
Chief Medical Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
Lieutenant Commander Amanda Darkhelm
Chief Medical Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
<<USS Malinche>>
<Bridge, 1710, Day 20>
After returning to his quarters to freshen up Jason came back to his post on the bridge. Joey (NPC) was already there, monitoring the sensors and what was going on the surface. There was something about this mission wasn't sitting well with Jason; although he couldn't really put his finger on it. Joey's display beeped again.
"Something up?" Jason asked, leaning over his station.
"Maybe," Joey responded. "I'm reading an increase in thermal patterns in the flight pattern of the shuttle."
"Thermal patterns?" Jason asked. Now that was odd.
"Are the patterns increasing globally or just in that area?"
Joey tapped a few icons before looking at the results that came up on the screen. "Negative sir, it looks like the only real increase in thermal emission is in an area approximetly 500 meters wide along the shuttle's path."
"I don't like the way that this is shapping up," Jason said, he turned just as Kersare came out of her ready room. "Captain you may want to come have a look at this."
"Did you find something Lt.?"
"Maybe, we're reading an increase in the thermal patterns around the flight path for the shuttle and the general area around the action zone."
"Just in that area?" Kersare asked.
"Yes sir."
"Any ideas?"
Jason shrugged. "Could be a few things; but if the Klingons are using older cloaking technology they may not be able to completely..."
Jason was cut off as Joey's sensors picked up another reading. "Now we're reading increases in tachyon emissions in the same area."
"Ok, let me rephrase that I seriously suespect there maybe a cloaked Bird of Prey up there here, probably B'rel class."
"Why must there always be a snag," Kersare sighed.
"Suggestions captain? I don't know if we want to send the shuttle down with them sitting out there though; the shuttle's firepower won't be able to take on a B'rel."
"How confident are you Lt?"
"Fairly sir, enough that I wouldn't go down in that shuttle."
"Alright, then any ideas?"
"We could use another shuttle," Joey suggested. "We should be able to modify the other shuttle with a phase modulator, won't be as effective as a cloak at close range and won't last long but if we can keep the B'rel or whatever that is distracted it might be worth it."
"We can use the second shuttle to send out a flood of sensor information, the US used to do that with ECM planes all the time."
"ECM?" Kersare asked.
"Electronic counter measures, shouldn't take us that long to modify the second type 11. And after all if we are wrong then we can be back here before they know it."
OFF: Tag Cappy!
<Bridge, 1710, Day 20>
After returning to his quarters to freshen up Jason came back to his post on the bridge. Joey (NPC) was already there, monitoring the sensors and what was going on the surface. There was something about this mission wasn't sitting well with Jason; although he couldn't really put his finger on it. Joey's display beeped again.
"Something up?" Jason asked, leaning over his station.
"Maybe," Joey responded. "I'm reading an increase in thermal patterns in the flight pattern of the shuttle."
"Thermal patterns?" Jason asked. Now that was odd.
"Are the patterns increasing globally or just in that area?"
Joey tapped a few icons before looking at the results that came up on the screen. "Negative sir, it looks like the only real increase in thermal emission is in an area approximetly 500 meters wide along the shuttle's path."
"I don't like the way that this is shapping up," Jason said, he turned just as Kersare came out of her ready room. "Captain you may want to come have a look at this."
"Did you find something Lt.?"
"Maybe, we're reading an increase in the thermal patterns around the flight path for the shuttle and the general area around the action zone."
"Just in that area?" Kersare asked.
"Yes sir."
"Any ideas?"
Jason shrugged. "Could be a few things; but if the Klingons are using older cloaking technology they may not be able to completely..."
Jason was cut off as Joey's sensors picked up another reading. "Now we're reading increases in tachyon emissions in the same area."
"Ok, let me rephrase that I seriously suespect there maybe a cloaked Bird of Prey up there here, probably B'rel class."
"Why must there always be a snag," Kersare sighed.
"Suggestions captain? I don't know if we want to send the shuttle down with them sitting out there though; the shuttle's firepower won't be able to take on a B'rel."
"How confident are you Lt?"
"Fairly sir, enough that I wouldn't go down in that shuttle."
"Alright, then any ideas?"
"We could use another shuttle," Joey suggested. "We should be able to modify the other shuttle with a phase modulator, won't be as effective as a cloak at close range and won't last long but if we can keep the B'rel or whatever that is distracted it might be worth it."
"We can use the second shuttle to send out a flood of sensor information, the US used to do that with ECM planes all the time."
"ECM?" Kersare asked.
"Electronic counter measures, shouldn't take us that long to modify the second type 11. And after all if we are wrong then we can be back here before they know it."
OFF: Tag Cappy!
Lieutenant Commander Jason Barrett
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<USS Malinche>>
<Shuttlebay, 1700, Day 20>
Mark entered the room, walking firmly. He had already put his light armor and heavy phaser rifle on the should. He counted the weapon list on his mind.
"Knife, check. Hold out phaser, check. Standard phaser, check. Phaser rifle, check."
Mark had checked all the information he got about the situation on the ground and things were volite down there.
He wanted to leave right away. Things could become very difficult if they delayed the insertion for more time. Still, he noticed that not everyone of the away team was there, which made him uneasy.
P'ayanna was there and a security officer that had just arrived... Brewer was his name. Mark was aware of the man arrival, but didn't have the chance of reading his file.
Mark approached him. "You must be Petty Officer Daniel Brewer, right? I'm Lieutenant Grayson, Chief Intell Officer. Are you part of the away team?"
OFF: tag Brewer.
<Shuttlebay, 1700, Day 20>
Mark entered the room, walking firmly. He had already put his light armor and heavy phaser rifle on the should. He counted the weapon list on his mind.
"Knife, check. Hold out phaser, check. Standard phaser, check. Phaser rifle, check."
Mark had checked all the information he got about the situation on the ground and things were volite down there.
He wanted to leave right away. Things could become very difficult if they delayed the insertion for more time. Still, he noticed that not everyone of the away team was there, which made him uneasy.
P'ayanna was there and a security officer that had just arrived... Brewer was his name. Mark was aware of the man arrival, but didn't have the chance of reading his file.
Mark approached him. "You must be Petty Officer Daniel Brewer, right? I'm Lieutenant Grayson, Chief Intell Officer. Are you part of the away team?"
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Walking into the shuttlebay Amanda nodded to the various personnal that were standing by. Personally, she just wanted to get this mission over with...it wasn't that she didn't trust the cadet...but she was only a cadet. Training was one thing, real world experience was something else entirely.
"Good evening cadet, I take that we are ready to go," Amanda asked.
<Shuttle Bay, Day 20, 1520>
With a shrug of the shoulders, P'ayanna said, "I cannot speak for the others." This qej got on P'ayanna's nerves for some reason. That was probably reflective of her general view on doctors, but it was there, nonetheless. With luck, however, the woman wouldn't get them killed and cause a failure of the mission. At this point, it was P'ayanna's main concern. "But we are ready, Commander."
Checking the chrono, she wondered how long it would take for the others to arrive. She was unaccustomed to such a lackadaisical approach to combat missions and expected the entire team to arrive fifteen or so minutes ago. They were at thirty minutes, and counting, without the majority of the strike team.
"Perhaps we should board the shuttle," she said, to nobody in particular. P'ayanna was impatient and exasperated, which didn't help things at all. She, like the other three personnel in the room, were stuck until the others came. With luck, that would be sooner, rather than later.
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Cadet P'ayanna
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
Walking into the shuttlebay Amanda nodded to the various personnal that were standing by. Personally, she just wanted to get this mission over with...it wasn't that she didn't trust the cadet...but she was only a cadet. Training was one thing, real world experience was something else entirely.
"Good evening cadet, I take that we are ready to go," Amanda asked.
<Shuttle Bay, Day 20, 1520>
With a shrug of the shoulders, P'ayanna said, "I cannot speak for the others." This qej got on P'ayanna's nerves for some reason. That was probably reflective of her general view on doctors, but it was there, nonetheless. With luck, however, the woman wouldn't get them killed and cause a failure of the mission. At this point, it was P'ayanna's main concern. "But we are ready, Commander."
Checking the chrono, she wondered how long it would take for the others to arrive. She was unaccustomed to such a lackadaisical approach to combat missions and expected the entire team to arrive fifteen or so minutes ago. They were at thirty minutes, and counting, without the majority of the strike team.
"Perhaps we should board the shuttle," she said, to nobody in particular. P'ayanna was impatient and exasperated, which didn't help things at all. She, like the other three personnel in the room, were stuck until the others came. With luck, that would be sooner, rather than later.
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Cadet P'ayanna
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
[USS Malinche : Deck 7 :Shuttlebay]
[Day 20 : 1700 Hours]
Daniel was suprised he'd managed to get down there so fast, especially as he'd barely been there 5 minutes. He looked around the bay. There was Cadet P'ayanna and her team there, the prospect of introducing himself to them quite daunting. However, the welcoming sight of another officer met him.
"You must be Petty Officer Daniel Brewer, right? I'm Lieutenant Grayson, Chief Intell Officer. Are you part of the away team?" The beaming man said, walking up to him in his battle gear, with a rifle, which looked pretty standard, but could use some tweaking.
"..erm.. Yes sir. Daniel Brewer, just got a lift off the Colt. And what away team sir? I'm guessing from my lack of knowledge about it, that's a no though.." Brewer stated in reply.
"No one debrief on this mission? What kind of department is Security?", complained Mark. "We're going to rescue a VIP. He's part of a faction and he was kidnapped by a renegade Klingon House.", explained Mark.
Mark added, "You should talk with Lt. Thundera, the CSO. I don't think you should be here".
"I'm sure I'm not sir, knowing my luck. But I was told by Ensign Griggs, I think it was, to report to Cadet P'ayanna." The Weapons Specialist replied in confusion, his line of sight ocasionaly looking down to the rifle in the Lieutenants hands.
"Sir, can I have a look at that for you? I can tweak it a bit, make it less energy munching.." Brewer looked at him, hoping that he would not be repremanded for asking if he could alter a supirior's weapon
Mark looked at the younger man. His eyes narrowed. Then, he shook his head. The Petty Officer was just being a security officer. Mark handed the weapon to Brewer. "This is my own phaser rifle, it's not the newer type, but, it saved my life a couple times during the Dominion War. Be careful with that, or I'll make sure you'll never see another one for a long time", said Mark, serious.
Taking the rifle, he lifted the stock to his shoulder and looked down the barrel's sight. "Ah, I've learnt that the EVA is more dependable, dispite it's little usage." Daniel replied, attempting terribly at creating conversation. He held the pistol grip and pulled back the slide to reveal the power cell.
Looking around him at the shuttlebay, his gaze settle firmly on a piece of equipment laying on one of the tables beside them. It was quite box-y, with a spherical handle and a long tube at the end. Taking it, pointing it at the cell and activiting it, the long tube at the end of it began to glow. After several second of this, Brewer put it back, pushed back the slide, pressed the activing control, and haded him back the rifle.
Mark nodded, slowly, "I'll try to remember that. Tell me, Petty Officer, why exactly did you transfer aboard the ship. I didn' t have time to check your file..."
Mark looked rifle. "I know that you're a weapon specialist, but did actually saw any action since graduation?", insisted Mark, in his causal, but firm, tone of voice.
With a slight smile Brewer replied, attempting to answer both questions at once. "Yes sir, I've seen a fair share of action. A little on the Hunting and quite a lot on the Ultimatum in the war, and sizeable amount on Starbase 236." Dan paused, with a glazed look, and a sarcastic chuckle, he resumed.
"Yeah, there was a Klingon ship once, came in saying it needed repairs. So opened the airlock to get the engineers aboard, they killed all 12 of them. They ran around the station for 2 hours. Ended up with 27 dead. I managed to get 3 of them though, so, yeah.. Well, after that I got a starship assignment, didn't see much there though sir. So I thought I'd joined the Malinche, the file says that she gets a decent look in when it comes to combat"
Mark nodded to himself. Daniel Brewer wasn't another bad officer that was reassigned because the other CO wanted him out. Brewer was a genuine officer material, with experience, ability and intelligence."Impressive story, Petty Officer. I'll check that in your file, when I get back for this mission. You obviously would be a good addition to the away team", Mark replied.
"I suggest you go talk to cadet P'ayanna. She's the Klingon Female over there", pointed Mark. "But choose your words well, she has a helluva of a bad temper. Thank you for your help with the rifle."
"Yeah.. I've heard, well, read, about her temper. The idea of saying hello isn't too pleasant." The PO2 said with a smile towards the grey-collared officer. "Forget about the thanks for the weapon sir, it's my job. Plus, if you die on the mission due to your gun, I'll have nobody left to talk to, and will be out of a job for negligence!" The Weapons Specialist laughed.
Mark barked a laugh. "Quite true, Petty Officer. That will not make you exactly popular. Luckily for you, I intend to return alive and kicking." Mark was starting to enjoy the Petty Officer humor. Dry and sarcastic. Refreshing.
"Do you think I'll get hazard pay for being in the same department as her?" Dan said as he looked around to Grayson smiling. "I'll see you later sir, good luck"
A Joint Post By:
Lieutenant J.G. Mark Grayson II
Chief Intelligence Officer
aka "Intelligent Man"
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[Day 20 : 1700 Hours]
Daniel was suprised he'd managed to get down there so fast, especially as he'd barely been there 5 minutes. He looked around the bay. There was Cadet P'ayanna and her team there, the prospect of introducing himself to them quite daunting. However, the welcoming sight of another officer met him.
"You must be Petty Officer Daniel Brewer, right? I'm Lieutenant Grayson, Chief Intell Officer. Are you part of the away team?" The beaming man said, walking up to him in his battle gear, with a rifle, which looked pretty standard, but could use some tweaking.
"..erm.. Yes sir. Daniel Brewer, just got a lift off the Colt. And what away team sir? I'm guessing from my lack of knowledge about it, that's a no though.." Brewer stated in reply.
"No one debrief on this mission? What kind of department is Security?", complained Mark. "We're going to rescue a VIP. He's part of a faction and he was kidnapped by a renegade Klingon House.", explained Mark.
Mark added, "You should talk with Lt. Thundera, the CSO. I don't think you should be here".
"I'm sure I'm not sir, knowing my luck. But I was told by Ensign Griggs, I think it was, to report to Cadet P'ayanna." The Weapons Specialist replied in confusion, his line of sight ocasionaly looking down to the rifle in the Lieutenants hands.
"Sir, can I have a look at that for you? I can tweak it a bit, make it less energy munching.." Brewer looked at him, hoping that he would not be repremanded for asking if he could alter a supirior's weapon
Mark looked at the younger man. His eyes narrowed. Then, he shook his head. The Petty Officer was just being a security officer. Mark handed the weapon to Brewer. "This is my own phaser rifle, it's not the newer type, but, it saved my life a couple times during the Dominion War. Be careful with that, or I'll make sure you'll never see another one for a long time", said Mark, serious.
Taking the rifle, he lifted the stock to his shoulder and looked down the barrel's sight. "Ah, I've learnt that the EVA is more dependable, dispite it's little usage." Daniel replied, attempting terribly at creating conversation. He held the pistol grip and pulled back the slide to reveal the power cell.
Looking around him at the shuttlebay, his gaze settle firmly on a piece of equipment laying on one of the tables beside them. It was quite box-y, with a spherical handle and a long tube at the end. Taking it, pointing it at the cell and activiting it, the long tube at the end of it began to glow. After several second of this, Brewer put it back, pushed back the slide, pressed the activing control, and haded him back the rifle.
Mark nodded, slowly, "I'll try to remember that. Tell me, Petty Officer, why exactly did you transfer aboard the ship. I didn' t have time to check your file..."
Mark looked rifle. "I know that you're a weapon specialist, but did actually saw any action since graduation?", insisted Mark, in his causal, but firm, tone of voice.
With a slight smile Brewer replied, attempting to answer both questions at once. "Yes sir, I've seen a fair share of action. A little on the Hunting and quite a lot on the Ultimatum in the war, and sizeable amount on Starbase 236." Dan paused, with a glazed look, and a sarcastic chuckle, he resumed.
"Yeah, there was a Klingon ship once, came in saying it needed repairs. So opened the airlock to get the engineers aboard, they killed all 12 of them. They ran around the station for 2 hours. Ended up with 27 dead. I managed to get 3 of them though, so, yeah.. Well, after that I got a starship assignment, didn't see much there though sir. So I thought I'd joined the Malinche, the file says that she gets a decent look in when it comes to combat"
Mark nodded to himself. Daniel Brewer wasn't another bad officer that was reassigned because the other CO wanted him out. Brewer was a genuine officer material, with experience, ability and intelligence."Impressive story, Petty Officer. I'll check that in your file, when I get back for this mission. You obviously would be a good addition to the away team", Mark replied.
"I suggest you go talk to cadet P'ayanna. She's the Klingon Female over there", pointed Mark. "But choose your words well, she has a helluva of a bad temper. Thank you for your help with the rifle."
"Yeah.. I've heard, well, read, about her temper. The idea of saying hello isn't too pleasant." The PO2 said with a smile towards the grey-collared officer. "Forget about the thanks for the weapon sir, it's my job. Plus, if you die on the mission due to your gun, I'll have nobody left to talk to, and will be out of a job for negligence!" The Weapons Specialist laughed.
Mark barked a laugh. "Quite true, Petty Officer. That will not make you exactly popular. Luckily for you, I intend to return alive and kicking." Mark was starting to enjoy the Petty Officer humor. Dry and sarcastic. Refreshing.
"Do you think I'll get hazard pay for being in the same department as her?" Dan said as he looked around to Grayson smiling. "I'll see you later sir, good luck"
A Joint Post By:
Lieutenant J.G. Mark Grayson II
Chief Intelligence Officer
aka "Intelligent Man"
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Petty Officer Second Class Daniel Brewer
Weapons Specialist
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
Petty Officer Second Class Daniel Brewer
Weapons Specialist
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
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[1715 Hours, Day 20, Shuttle bay]
Karsel`lyn powered down the fighter, a Marine Broadsword, and rose from the seat as the cockpit hatch opened, stretching and hearing her spine crack a few times. "Ouch!" she complained softly, turning to disembark.
Stepping off the fighters boarding ladder, she blinked at the bright lighting of the small shuttlebay. Frowning at the lack of fighters, she looked down and glared at the red of her new uniform. She much preferred the blue of Starfighter Command.
Knowing that dilly-dallying would not make a good first impression, she greeted the Security Petty Officer who stood, gaping at her. Probably just noticing her green skin. Typical male.
"Lieutenant Junior Grade Karsel`lyn Lylyl-Llytherraias reporting. Permission to come aboard?" she asked the young man.
"Y-yes, Lieutenant Karsel`lyn Lyl-lyl-Llytherrr... I'm sorry. I can't seem to figure out how to say your name. Permission granted."
Lyn nodded at the man, and walked around him, "Please, gather my belongings on the fighter, and request a maintenance crew to look her over." Annoyed at the usual stupidity of men, she exits the shuttlebay and catches a 'lift upwards.
<USS Malinche - Bridge>
Karsel`lyn stepped out of the lift onto the bridge. Looking to the command chair, she was pleased to see that it's occupants indeed had four pips. Stopping next to her, the diminutive half-Orion stiffened to attention, "Lieutenant Junior Grade Karsel`lyn Lylyl-Llytherraias reporting aboard as ordered, ma'am!"
Isabel looked over at the young woman now standing on her bridge. She'd stopped wondering about the crew transfers long ago. "Welcome aboard Lieutenant. My apologies, but I've not heard about your transfer yet..."
"I'm not surprised, ma'am. I just found out about twenty hours ago. I was stationed with an outlying Starbase, just after getting transferred from Starbase 60. The CAG on DS-Four and I didn't get along, so here I am."
"Glad to have you with us," Isabel smiled. "Forgive my ignorance, but which position are you transferring into?"
"Helm, unfortunately," Lyn replied. "I was a fighter pilot, but some people saw fit to assign me somewhere that doesn't have any fighters."
Isabel quirked an eyebrow. Not a good sign that she didn't even want to be in the position she was assigned... "Well, you're here now, Lieutenant, so I suggest you make the best of it. We have an away mission leaving at 1800 hours - you can take the Helm console at the bridge anytime between now and then. My apologies about throwing you into things already, but you've caught us at an odd time."
Lyn nodded, "Anything about the away mission I need to know about?"
"We're sending in a team to locate and rescue a hostage on Celtron V. Lieutenant Abubakar, our Chief Flight Control Officer is piloting the shuttle dropping the away team off. I'll get a PADD to you with all the information regarding our mission ASAP. Do you have any experience with MVAM?"
Karsel`lyn took the opportunity to smile, "Ma'am, I'm certified to fly everything currently in the Starfleet inventory, and a few things that aren't yet in the inventory. So I guess you could say that I have experience with it. I served on the Ashling for awhile, before she was lost to battle."
"Does this mission involve the use of shuttles, ma'am?" Karsel`lyn asked, her brown almond-shaped eyes intent on the Captain's face.
"Yes, it does. We have one taking the team down, and another on stand-by. Also, we've already been attacked once, and we suspect enemy vessels are here, which is why I'd like someone experienced at the Helm." Isabel hoped they wouldn't be attacked again, but it was a fair bet they would be.
Karsel`lyn's smile broadened, "Alright, then, ma'am, I have a suggestion. I came aboard in a Broadsword loaned to get me out here as quickly as possible. She handles and otherwise flies better than any of your shuttles. Maybe it'd be advisable to use it for this away mission, in case things get unpleasant? I'd be more than happy to fly her."
Isabel considered it. That could come in handy, although the modifications were already being done on the other shuttles. "Currently we have two shuttles being modified so they're not detectable by scans... it would probably have to undergo the same type of modification, and I also can't guarantee you'd get it back in one piece, considering the fighters they have. It be good to have it as the back-up in case something goes wrong though.. Why don't you go down to the Shuttlebay and talk with Lieutenant Abubakar about it, then report back here when you're done for bridge duty?"
"Alright, ma'am. Permission to be dismissed to go see Lieutenant Abubakar?" she smiled.
"Permission granted. I hope you like it here, Lieutenant." Isabel smiled at Lyn.
Lyn smiled back, "I hope so too, ma'am." She turned about, and haunted by the ghosts of friends lost on a ship like the Malinche, boarded the lift. Once on the lift, she sighed. Captain Kersare reminded her of Alejandra Montoya, her love from the Ashling. Her now dead love.
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A JP by
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche
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Karsel`lyn powered down the fighter, a Marine Broadsword, and rose from the seat as the cockpit hatch opened, stretching and hearing her spine crack a few times. "Ouch!" she complained softly, turning to disembark.
Stepping off the fighters boarding ladder, she blinked at the bright lighting of the small shuttlebay. Frowning at the lack of fighters, she looked down and glared at the red of her new uniform. She much preferred the blue of Starfighter Command.
Knowing that dilly-dallying would not make a good first impression, she greeted the Security Petty Officer who stood, gaping at her. Probably just noticing her green skin. Typical male.
"Lieutenant Junior Grade Karsel`lyn Lylyl-Llytherraias reporting. Permission to come aboard?" she asked the young man.
"Y-yes, Lieutenant Karsel`lyn Lyl-lyl-Llytherrr... I'm sorry. I can't seem to figure out how to say your name. Permission granted."
Lyn nodded at the man, and walked around him, "Please, gather my belongings on the fighter, and request a maintenance crew to look her over." Annoyed at the usual stupidity of men, she exits the shuttlebay and catches a 'lift upwards.
<USS Malinche - Bridge>
Karsel`lyn stepped out of the lift onto the bridge. Looking to the command chair, she was pleased to see that it's occupants indeed had four pips. Stopping next to her, the diminutive half-Orion stiffened to attention, "Lieutenant Junior Grade Karsel`lyn Lylyl-Llytherraias reporting aboard as ordered, ma'am!"
Isabel looked over at the young woman now standing on her bridge. She'd stopped wondering about the crew transfers long ago. "Welcome aboard Lieutenant. My apologies, but I've not heard about your transfer yet..."
"I'm not surprised, ma'am. I just found out about twenty hours ago. I was stationed with an outlying Starbase, just after getting transferred from Starbase 60. The CAG on DS-Four and I didn't get along, so here I am."
"Glad to have you with us," Isabel smiled. "Forgive my ignorance, but which position are you transferring into?"
"Helm, unfortunately," Lyn replied. "I was a fighter pilot, but some people saw fit to assign me somewhere that doesn't have any fighters."
Isabel quirked an eyebrow. Not a good sign that she didn't even want to be in the position she was assigned... "Well, you're here now, Lieutenant, so I suggest you make the best of it. We have an away mission leaving at 1800 hours - you can take the Helm console at the bridge anytime between now and then. My apologies about throwing you into things already, but you've caught us at an odd time."
Lyn nodded, "Anything about the away mission I need to know about?"
"We're sending in a team to locate and rescue a hostage on Celtron V. Lieutenant Abubakar, our Chief Flight Control Officer is piloting the shuttle dropping the away team off. I'll get a PADD to you with all the information regarding our mission ASAP. Do you have any experience with MVAM?"
Karsel`lyn took the opportunity to smile, "Ma'am, I'm certified to fly everything currently in the Starfleet inventory, and a few things that aren't yet in the inventory. So I guess you could say that I have experience with it. I served on the Ashling for awhile, before she was lost to battle."
"Does this mission involve the use of shuttles, ma'am?" Karsel`lyn asked, her brown almond-shaped eyes intent on the Captain's face.
"Yes, it does. We have one taking the team down, and another on stand-by. Also, we've already been attacked once, and we suspect enemy vessels are here, which is why I'd like someone experienced at the Helm." Isabel hoped they wouldn't be attacked again, but it was a fair bet they would be.
Karsel`lyn's smile broadened, "Alright, then, ma'am, I have a suggestion. I came aboard in a Broadsword loaned to get me out here as quickly as possible. She handles and otherwise flies better than any of your shuttles. Maybe it'd be advisable to use it for this away mission, in case things get unpleasant? I'd be more than happy to fly her."
Isabel considered it. That could come in handy, although the modifications were already being done on the other shuttles. "Currently we have two shuttles being modified so they're not detectable by scans... it would probably have to undergo the same type of modification, and I also can't guarantee you'd get it back in one piece, considering the fighters they have. It be good to have it as the back-up in case something goes wrong though.. Why don't you go down to the Shuttlebay and talk with Lieutenant Abubakar about it, then report back here when you're done for bridge duty?"
"Alright, ma'am. Permission to be dismissed to go see Lieutenant Abubakar?" she smiled.
"Permission granted. I hope you like it here, Lieutenant." Isabel smiled at Lyn.
Lyn smiled back, "I hope so too, ma'am." She turned about, and haunted by the ghosts of friends lost on a ship like the Malinche, boarded the lift. Once on the lift, she sighed. Captain Kersare reminded her of Alejandra Montoya, her love from the Ashling. Her now dead love.
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A JP by
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche
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Lieutenant JG Shandris
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche, NCC-38897-B
Lieutenant JG Shandris
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche, NCC-38897-B
OFF: This is a back post about the meeting between Hunt and Kersare. I'll write up a response to Barrett and the NPC ship Brewer came on tonight as well.
<<Ready Room, 1645, Day 20>>
Mason was not thrilled about going into the waste sewages of Celetron V. He and Kersare had gone into the ready room to discuss the meeting. Since his short time aboard he never saw the CO's face so cold and stern as if she was negotiating a peace treaty with the dominion.
She offered him a cup of coffee but he declined since it would keep him wired all day long which in a way he needed considering his boots would soon be scuffed up with grim and wet dirt.
"Captain, are you ok?"
Isabel sat down and took a sip of the chai tea she had just replicated. "Yes, Mason, I'm fine, but thanks for your concern. I'm just a little worried about how these negotiations will go, and the away mission." Many things were running through her head, but she was generally able to filter them out, which was good. "I'm also wondering about the help Mr. Orsad and the So'Kra offered. It could be very helpful, but I'm a little leery about it. What do you think?"
It was hard to advise Kersare, he analyzed the offer of help from both Orsad and the So?Kra and came to one conclusion.
?It is a nice offer but to be honest it might interfere with our own rescue operations at this point we can?t afford to mess up. For now, I would suggest thanking them for the offer and gently declining it without hinting to them that we have plan on our own. Even if we did accept their offer and integrated it into our own it would put us back on time which at the moment we are short on.?
Isabel thought silently for a few moments. "Perhaps we should ask them to be ready in case we do need them, but not go in with our team just yet. It never hurts to have back-up, but they've lost people already, and I wouldn't want them to leave the Council shorthanded or unguarded."
She brought up a good point but Mason had another thought to offer her.
?I agree but maybe we should proceed with our team going in, by doing this it would strengthen our position in these negoiations. We are showing the So?Kra that we are indeed serious about the welfare of Trelin and these talks. Besides who is to say, that someone in their rescue party is with the To?Ma. The mere second we give the So?Kra our plans could destroy any chance of getting Trelin out of there safely.?
It was possible that someone in the So'Kra faction could be with the To'Ma, but Isabel found it unlikely - especially since Tekel was there. He was, from what she knew, a StarFleet Intelligence Officer. Something in her gut told her that he could be trusted - and so could the people he brought with him, or that he had close ties with. "I understand your concerns Mason, but I'd still like them on stand-by in case we need them. I think this Mr. Orsad can be trusted, as he is StarFleet Intelligence, and he seems to have a good grasp of the situation. I'm not saying we'll necessarily use them, but I don't want to close that option either at this point."
"That meeting was a bit intense even for you, if you don't mind me pointing out. You showed much constraint and calm in there. (Clearing his throat) What did you need to see me about Captain?"
"Yes, well, let's hope every meeting isn't like that," Isabel replied. Mainly I wanted your thoughts about the So'Kra's assisting us, and also I want to know what your thoughts are on this away mission. Any concerns, or. anything?"
There was one minor concern he had it was the fact the bridge would not have a command officer on deck in case the ship was attacked something came up where it needed a command officer?s presence she would not be able to because she would be in talks and these talks were crucial.
?Captain, with you in talks and me on the away mission who would be in command on the bridge? With all due respect my place is on the bridge; P?ayanna is fully capable of commanding this team.?
"If all goes well, you'll be back long before the negotiations begin - they aren't scheduled until 0900 tomorrow morning, which is 15 hours after the away team leaves. I was hoping to have you with me in the talks, and Cheetara or Jason would have command on the bridge for the time being. We can discuss it further when you return," Isabel replied.
"The shuttle is near ready for launch, weather patterns indicate fair weather so we shouldn't have a problem going down its coming up that might be a problem."
She took another sip of her tea. "Very true. I hope it isn't a problem. With any luck the team can disable the dampening field and we can beam all of you back up to the Malinche."
?I hope they can. I don?t think command would take kind to it losing members of an elite group such as ourselves,? Mason said in a humorous tone.
Isabel smiled, "I wouldn't enjoy it either."
"Well, assuming we can rescue Trelin safely the highly charged particles in the atmosphere could cause us problem when trying to escape. We should move the Malinche to closer orbit but near enough to cause suspecision." Said Mason.
"I'll move the Malinche in close enough that we'd be able to get in transporter range quickly, but I don't want to get too close to the planet. Those Klingon ships may still be out there, which makes me feel we should be more cautious."
?Agreed, are their any plans for MVAM just in case the klingons decide to pay us a visit?? said Mason.
Isabel paused, then nodded her head slowly, "It's a possibility. Partly it'll depend on the situation and what exactly we're up against."
Looking at the time, Isabel stood up. "Mason, you should probably head down to the Shuttlebay. Make sure everyone's there and ready to go." Seeing him nod, she continued, "Good luck - come back safe."
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JP by
Commander Mason Hunt
Executive Officer
USS Malinche
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<<Ready Room, 1645, Day 20>>
Mason was not thrilled about going into the waste sewages of Celetron V. He and Kersare had gone into the ready room to discuss the meeting. Since his short time aboard he never saw the CO's face so cold and stern as if she was negotiating a peace treaty with the dominion.
She offered him a cup of coffee but he declined since it would keep him wired all day long which in a way he needed considering his boots would soon be scuffed up with grim and wet dirt.
"Captain, are you ok?"
Isabel sat down and took a sip of the chai tea she had just replicated. "Yes, Mason, I'm fine, but thanks for your concern. I'm just a little worried about how these negotiations will go, and the away mission." Many things were running through her head, but she was generally able to filter them out, which was good. "I'm also wondering about the help Mr. Orsad and the So'Kra offered. It could be very helpful, but I'm a little leery about it. What do you think?"
It was hard to advise Kersare, he analyzed the offer of help from both Orsad and the So?Kra and came to one conclusion.
?It is a nice offer but to be honest it might interfere with our own rescue operations at this point we can?t afford to mess up. For now, I would suggest thanking them for the offer and gently declining it without hinting to them that we have plan on our own. Even if we did accept their offer and integrated it into our own it would put us back on time which at the moment we are short on.?
Isabel thought silently for a few moments. "Perhaps we should ask them to be ready in case we do need them, but not go in with our team just yet. It never hurts to have back-up, but they've lost people already, and I wouldn't want them to leave the Council shorthanded or unguarded."
She brought up a good point but Mason had another thought to offer her.
?I agree but maybe we should proceed with our team going in, by doing this it would strengthen our position in these negoiations. We are showing the So?Kra that we are indeed serious about the welfare of Trelin and these talks. Besides who is to say, that someone in their rescue party is with the To?Ma. The mere second we give the So?Kra our plans could destroy any chance of getting Trelin out of there safely.?
It was possible that someone in the So'Kra faction could be with the To'Ma, but Isabel found it unlikely - especially since Tekel was there. He was, from what she knew, a StarFleet Intelligence Officer. Something in her gut told her that he could be trusted - and so could the people he brought with him, or that he had close ties with. "I understand your concerns Mason, but I'd still like them on stand-by in case we need them. I think this Mr. Orsad can be trusted, as he is StarFleet Intelligence, and he seems to have a good grasp of the situation. I'm not saying we'll necessarily use them, but I don't want to close that option either at this point."
"That meeting was a bit intense even for you, if you don't mind me pointing out. You showed much constraint and calm in there. (Clearing his throat) What did you need to see me about Captain?"
"Yes, well, let's hope every meeting isn't like that," Isabel replied. Mainly I wanted your thoughts about the So'Kra's assisting us, and also I want to know what your thoughts are on this away mission. Any concerns, or. anything?"
There was one minor concern he had it was the fact the bridge would not have a command officer on deck in case the ship was attacked something came up where it needed a command officer?s presence she would not be able to because she would be in talks and these talks were crucial.
?Captain, with you in talks and me on the away mission who would be in command on the bridge? With all due respect my place is on the bridge; P?ayanna is fully capable of commanding this team.?
"If all goes well, you'll be back long before the negotiations begin - they aren't scheduled until 0900 tomorrow morning, which is 15 hours after the away team leaves. I was hoping to have you with me in the talks, and Cheetara or Jason would have command on the bridge for the time being. We can discuss it further when you return," Isabel replied.
"The shuttle is near ready for launch, weather patterns indicate fair weather so we shouldn't have a problem going down its coming up that might be a problem."
She took another sip of her tea. "Very true. I hope it isn't a problem. With any luck the team can disable the dampening field and we can beam all of you back up to the Malinche."
?I hope they can. I don?t think command would take kind to it losing members of an elite group such as ourselves,? Mason said in a humorous tone.
Isabel smiled, "I wouldn't enjoy it either."
"Well, assuming we can rescue Trelin safely the highly charged particles in the atmosphere could cause us problem when trying to escape. We should move the Malinche to closer orbit but near enough to cause suspecision." Said Mason.
"I'll move the Malinche in close enough that we'd be able to get in transporter range quickly, but I don't want to get too close to the planet. Those Klingon ships may still be out there, which makes me feel we should be more cautious."
?Agreed, are their any plans for MVAM just in case the klingons decide to pay us a visit?? said Mason.
Isabel paused, then nodded her head slowly, "It's a possibility. Partly it'll depend on the situation and what exactly we're up against."
Looking at the time, Isabel stood up. "Mason, you should probably head down to the Shuttlebay. Make sure everyone's there and ready to go." Seeing him nod, she continued, "Good luck - come back safe."
OFF:
JP by
Commander Mason Hunt
Executive Officer
USS Malinche
and
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
OFF: A response to Barrett's post
<<Bridge, 1720, Day 20>>
Isabel listed to Jason's thoughts. To be honest, it didn't surprise her in the least about the Bird of Prey - Petra had picked up evidence of that in one of her earlier scans. It didn't make her feel any better about it if course, but that wasn't surprising. The chances of them getting out of this without a fight from at least the Klingons was slim to none, in her opinion.
One thing that helped ease her mind was the fact that she had such a good crew. Isabel was proud to say that her crew could handle whatever was thrown at them.
Turning to Jason, she responded, "The presence of the Bird of Prey isn't too shocking, we had already figured they were here. As for your ideas about the shuttle, I find the phase cloak and ECM interesting, but we don't have much time before the Away Team leaves and I just sent our new Assistant Chief Flight Control Officer down to talk with Ensign Harrison and Lieutenant Abubakar regarding the Broadsword she brought."
"That's true, but they also didn't know about this new information, Captain," Jason added.
This was true...the information could come in handy, and might change some of Jaran's ideas. "Alright, go down to the Shuttlebay and consult with the others about the new information and what should be done. I want to be notified when a decision is reached," Isabel said.
"Aye," Jason nodded and headed toward the turbolift.
Looking at Joey (NPC) Isabel said, "I want you to keep tabs on the situation, Lieutenant."
Stepping back behind the console he replied, "Yes Ma'am."
"Captain?" Ryan(NPC) spoke up from Communications.
Isabel looked over at him, then walked over, "Yes Ensign?"
"Captain Jean (NPC) of the USS Colt is waiting to speak with you, " he informed her.
"Go ahead." Isabel watched him nod. "This is Captain Kersare of the USS Malinche, what can I do for you Captain?"
A few moments later, a response came, "Hello Captain. We just had a Petty Officer beamed over to your ship - he's a Weapons Specialist, I believe."
Another new crewmember. "Thank you for bringing him to us," Isabel said.
"Of course. We've detected weaponse fire and were wondering if you'd mind us sticking around, in case we're needed," Captain Jean replied.
Technically Isabel would feel better about this if she knew more about the Colt, but with the one or more Klingon ships, plus the To'Ma, it might be nice to have a little back-up. "You're welcome to stay; I appreciate the offer. Let us know if there's anything we can do for you. I'll have my Communications Officer send over some of the information we have to you."
"Much appreciated, Captain Kersare. Jean out."
Looking around, Isabel saw noone else calling for her, so she went to her chair and sat down. It was proving nearly impossible to keep up with all the changes going on - enemy ship confirmations, new crew transfers, new information concerning the away mission... Hopefully everything would get straighted out and the Away Team could leave on schedule.
OFF: Tag Away Team, etc.
<<Bridge, 1720, Day 20>>
Isabel listed to Jason's thoughts. To be honest, it didn't surprise her in the least about the Bird of Prey - Petra had picked up evidence of that in one of her earlier scans. It didn't make her feel any better about it if course, but that wasn't surprising. The chances of them getting out of this without a fight from at least the Klingons was slim to none, in her opinion.
One thing that helped ease her mind was the fact that she had such a good crew. Isabel was proud to say that her crew could handle whatever was thrown at them.
Turning to Jason, she responded, "The presence of the Bird of Prey isn't too shocking, we had already figured they were here. As for your ideas about the shuttle, I find the phase cloak and ECM interesting, but we don't have much time before the Away Team leaves and I just sent our new Assistant Chief Flight Control Officer down to talk with Ensign Harrison and Lieutenant Abubakar regarding the Broadsword she brought."
"That's true, but they also didn't know about this new information, Captain," Jason added.
This was true...the information could come in handy, and might change some of Jaran's ideas. "Alright, go down to the Shuttlebay and consult with the others about the new information and what should be done. I want to be notified when a decision is reached," Isabel said.
"Aye," Jason nodded and headed toward the turbolift.
Looking at Joey (NPC) Isabel said, "I want you to keep tabs on the situation, Lieutenant."
Stepping back behind the console he replied, "Yes Ma'am."
"Captain?" Ryan(NPC) spoke up from Communications.
Isabel looked over at him, then walked over, "Yes Ensign?"
"Captain Jean (NPC) of the USS Colt is waiting to speak with you, " he informed her.
"Go ahead." Isabel watched him nod. "This is Captain Kersare of the USS Malinche, what can I do for you Captain?"
A few moments later, a response came, "Hello Captain. We just had a Petty Officer beamed over to your ship - he's a Weapons Specialist, I believe."
Another new crewmember. "Thank you for bringing him to us," Isabel said.
"Of course. We've detected weaponse fire and were wondering if you'd mind us sticking around, in case we're needed," Captain Jean replied.
Technically Isabel would feel better about this if she knew more about the Colt, but with the one or more Klingon ships, plus the To'Ma, it might be nice to have a little back-up. "You're welcome to stay; I appreciate the offer. Let us know if there's anything we can do for you. I'll have my Communications Officer send over some of the information we have to you."
"Much appreciated, Captain Kersare. Jean out."
Looking around, Isabel saw noone else calling for her, so she went to her chair and sat down. It was proving nearly impossible to keep up with all the changes going on - enemy ship confirmations, new crew transfers, new information concerning the away mission... Hopefully everything would get straighted out and the Away Team could leave on schedule.
OFF: Tag Away Team, etc.
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[Shuttle Bay]
Lyn stode purposefully back into the shuttlebay, looking about and spotting a few officers near one of the shuttlecraft. Approaching, she identified a Lieutenant in command red, and stopped nearby
"Lieutenant Junior Grade Karsel`lyn Lylyl-Llytherraias reporting from the Captain, sir, if you happen to be Lieutenant Abubakar. I am your assistant, sir, and she wanted to make sure you understood that we have one Broadsword-class starfighter available for use as cover for your away mission." Lyn reported to Abubakar.
"Sir, I have over twelve-thousand hours flying fighters, six-thousand combat flight hours, and nine-hundred flight hours in the Broadsword. I would be more than happy to watch your butt, sir," her brown eyes squinting shut and her nose crinkling as she grinned at the Lieutenant.
"Otherwise, sir, the Captain requests that I return to the bridge and take the helm until the completion of the mission," she frowned suddenly, looking sad at having to sit in a ship that maneuvered like a dump truck compared to the sports-car Fighter she was used to.
Lyn stode purposefully back into the shuttlebay, looking about and spotting a few officers near one of the shuttlecraft. Approaching, she identified a Lieutenant in command red, and stopped nearby
"Lieutenant Junior Grade Karsel`lyn Lylyl-Llytherraias reporting from the Captain, sir, if you happen to be Lieutenant Abubakar. I am your assistant, sir, and she wanted to make sure you understood that we have one Broadsword-class starfighter available for use as cover for your away mission." Lyn reported to Abubakar.
"Sir, I have over twelve-thousand hours flying fighters, six-thousand combat flight hours, and nine-hundred flight hours in the Broadsword. I would be more than happy to watch your butt, sir," her brown eyes squinting shut and her nose crinkling as she grinned at the Lieutenant.
"Otherwise, sir, the Captain requests that I return to the bridge and take the helm until the completion of the mission," she frowned suddenly, looking sad at having to sit in a ship that maneuvered like a dump truck compared to the sports-car Fighter she was used to.
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Lieutenant JG Shandris
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche, NCC-38897-B
Lieutenant JG Shandris
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche, NCC-38897-B
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<Engineering, Day 20, ~1700>
Two was still not feeling well, but she was not going to occupy a bed in Sickbay while she had work to do. She needed a regeneration chamber, not a biobed.
She started talking to her crew.
"We need to have two shuttles ready. One was a ....." She went in to the details that Aku had told her that he needed. Her department was good. When she was finished, she let them go at their jobs.
She needed to head for the shuttle bay to check out the shuttles. She wasn't sure when they had last been taken out. She had told the two shuttles they would be taking down. First thing she was going to do was to turn them on and let the engines warm up.
She had a checklist that she herself was going to make sure was checked out. It would not be good to send a shuttle which was not working up to snuff. She did not want to loose her roommies because the shuttles she was supposed to be checking out.
The checklists only took her 15 minutes or so to do (well for each of them). She was satisfied that they were in top working order and should not self-destruct. She left the shuttles with their engines warm to head back to Engineering. Her shift was over hours ago, but she still had things to do.
<Engineering, Day 20, ~1700>
Two was still not feeling well, but she was not going to occupy a bed in Sickbay while she had work to do. She needed a regeneration chamber, not a biobed.
She started talking to her crew.
"We need to have two shuttles ready. One was a ....." She went in to the details that Aku had told her that he needed. Her department was good. When she was finished, she let them go at their jobs.
She needed to head for the shuttle bay to check out the shuttles. She wasn't sure when they had last been taken out. She had told the two shuttles they would be taking down. First thing she was going to do was to turn them on and let the engines warm up.
She had a checklist that she herself was going to make sure was checked out. It would not be good to send a shuttle which was not working up to snuff. She did not want to loose her roommies because the shuttles she was supposed to be checking out.
The checklists only took her 15 minutes or so to do (well for each of them). She was satisfied that they were in top working order and should not self-destruct. She left the shuttles with their engines warm to head back to Engineering. Her shift was over hours ago, but she still had things to do.
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Ensign Rebekah Harrison (Two of Nine)
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
Ensign Rebekah Harrison (Two of Nine)
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B