<<Ready Room, 1218, Day 0>>
Isabel was enjoying Shoreleave, though hers had been cut a little short, of course. Being Captain, this wasn't exactly surprising. Always there was something else to be looked over, decided, signed, approved, or something of the like. No matter, she'd chosen to accept the position and she didn't regret her choice.
In the past ten minutes, Isabel had received word that the base finished all the external repairs to the Malinche. They'd worked quickly, which was good. Now whenever they got orders for their next mission, they could leave as soon as possible. The crew hadn't been recalled from Shoreleave yet, but that wouldn't be too big of a problem, in Isabel's opinion; they could move quickly when needed.
"Captain, you have a priority one message coming through."
Isabel sighed, tapping her comm badge, "Patch it through to my Ready Room please." It seemed Shoreleave was over.
A few moments later, the screen in front of her flashed. Pressing a few buttons the computer now said, "Please identify for retina scan."
"Kersare, Isabel. Authorization code Rho Gamma Sigma Seven Two Seven," she replied, moving closer to the screen for the retinal scan.
After passing over her eye, the computer bleeped. "Verification complete."
After a few seconds, Isabel saw the face of Admiral Daniel Torin (NPC). She'd met him only once, and he seemed a nice, though hardened man, fairly set in his ways. This would no doubt prove interesting. "Good afternoon Admiral Torin," Isabel greeted him.
He nodded, "And to you Captain Kersare. I have information regarding your next mission."
Apparently nothing had changed - he'd always been direct and to the point. Minimal pleasantries, maximal business. "Very good sir, I was wondering when I would receive word about it."
"I'll give you a brief run down now and send you more specifics over a secure channel," Daniel began, still unsmiling. Seeing Isabel nod, he continued, "The USS <i>Sirion</i> has gone missing after being sent to Direidi to investigate the environmental impact of dilithium mining on the planet. Survey teams were taking samples on the planet and lost contact with the ship. Your mission is to go to Direidi, locate the survey team and make contact with the Direidi people, and to recover the <i>Sirion</i>."
Isabel raised an eyebrow, "The <i>Sirion</i> is under the command of Captain Michael Lansky, isn't it Admiral? And is the Captain with the missing ship, or the survey team?"
Daniel sighed heavily, "Captain Kersare, I thought I had told you I was sending more detailed information to you after the brief run down."
"Of course sir. Is there anything else, or shall I just wait for the specifics?" Isabel wasn't very surprised that Daniel had never gone the Diplomat route...he wouldn't last a day.
"I'm sending the specifics immediately, the only other thing you need to know is that StarFleet Command wants the <i>Malinche</i> leaving Starbase 10 by tomorrow morning at the latest," he told her.
"Absolutely. Thank you sir," Isabel replied.
She saw Daniel nod, and the channel closed. Another thing he was good at - being abrupt. Shaking her head, Isabel opened the transmission containing the specifics of the mission. She had been correct in that the <i>Sirion</i> was under the command of Captain Lansky, and it appeared that he was among those on the planet when the ship disappeared. The one thing she was slightly confused about was the orders to locate the survey team and make contact with the Direidi. It seemed more logical to her that the survey team would be with the Direidi... No matter, that could be discovered later.
Time to alert the crew. Isabel sent a message out to the ship and starbase, in case any of her officers were there. "This is Captain Isabel Kersare. All <i>Malinche</i> crewmembers are to report back to the ship immediately. Senior staff members report to Conference Room 1 at 1300 hours for a Mission Briefing. Kersare out."
After thinking about it a few more moments, Isabel realized StarFleet had inadvertedly placed an expert for their next mission on the ship - Lieutenant Todd Peters. She recalled the conversation she'd had with him the other day regarding Direidi. Isabel tapped her comm badge, "Kersare to Peters. Please prepare yourself to give a detailed report regarding your knowledge of Direidi, its people, and the encounter the <i>Enterprise</i> had there for the mission briefing. It appears your expertise may be needed for our next mission."
"Yes ma'am," he replied, a few moments later.
"Thank you Lieutenant, Kersare out." If the Direidi's welcome was similar to the one they'd used nearly 100 years ago with the <i>Enterprise</i> crew, this could be an interesting mission indeed...
OFF: Alright everyone, new mission is beginning! Until we leave Starbase 10, please use 'Day 0' as the Day for your posts. Feel free to wrap things up in shoreleave (as I'll leave the thread open for a few more days) but try to start posting here - you can get your characters back on the ship, report to the meeting, or continue some relaxing if you're not on the Senior Staff until we leave. Looking forward to your posts!
You Can't Judge A Planet By Its Dilithium
Moderators: Tournneau, Korath, Kersare
You Can't Judge A Planet By Its Dilithium
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<Starbase 10>>
<Holodeck, 1230, Day 0>
Jason and Adam (NPC) came to the surface moments after his combadage went off. Neither one was happy about returning to the ship after thier shoreleave...even more so when they were having a good time swimming in the simulated lakes on Maran.
"Do we really have to go back?" Adam asked, as they laid down in the sand. "Maybe captain Kersare won't notice us missing."
"She might not miss you but I have a feeling she might miss her operations chief....I think she would notice the empty chair on the bridge."
"Maybe we can get Brice to fill it...or better yet Joey (NPC)."
"Speaking of which, where is Joey?"
"Chasing women, where else would he be?"
"Good point, alright lets get going then. Looks like we have to do that responsible explorer thing again."
"Killjoy," Adam mumbled.
OFF:
<Holodeck, 1230, Day 0>
Jason and Adam (NPC) came to the surface moments after his combadage went off. Neither one was happy about returning to the ship after thier shoreleave...even more so when they were having a good time swimming in the simulated lakes on Maran.
"Do we really have to go back?" Adam asked, as they laid down in the sand. "Maybe captain Kersare won't notice us missing."
"She might not miss you but I have a feeling she might miss her operations chief....I think she would notice the empty chair on the bridge."
"Maybe we can get Brice to fill it...or better yet Joey (NPC)."
"Speaking of which, where is Joey?"
"Chasing women, where else would he be?"
"Good point, alright lets get going then. Looks like we have to do that responsible explorer thing again."
"Killjoy," Adam mumbled.
OFF:
Lieutenant Commander Jason Barrett
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<USS Malinche>>
<<Hunt's quarters, Day 0, 1235hours>>
It was now the beginning of a new day, after having so much fun with Soren he for the first time slept threw the night. He got out up out of bed and walked over to wall where the sick and alarm clock were. Being in somewhat a dazed state he allowed a hand of cold water pour into his hands and then splashing it on his face.
The clock read 1235hours he was running a bit late for his shift on the bridge. In the midst of rushing to get ready he tripped on an old boot and his box of collected works of 1920's westerns. With no time for breakfast or time to read any of his messages he thought he would just go to his office and read and eat there.
The rush left him with a slight headache which he knew a piece of icoberry tort and a nice big steaming cup of dargeling tea wouldn't cure. The lift slowed allowing him to get onto the bridge. It was a bit quiet except for a few command anc science officers talking about analysis and other ship replated topics. One of the saw Mason step out and greeted him.
"Good afternoon sir, status full operational the Captain is in her ready room. Would you like me to page her for you?" asked Melanie Doram(NPC)
"Good Morning no thank you that won't be necessary besides I havn't had my daily breakfast also I tend to get some what cranky if I don't but again thank you carry on." said Mason entering his office.
Already on the replicator platform stood a plate of three icoberry torts and his tea. At first he wondered what they were doing there then remembered he programmed it to that once he walked in at the beginning of every shift an when he had already eaten he would just send it back into the replicator.
Mason sat down turning on his monitor seeing the long lines of messages and reports to lighten his day, most of the reports were from command about various actvities within the system the Malinche was in. He read the reports at the same time scarfing down those tarts so fast he nearly choked.
Feeling a bit tensed, Mason streached and headed back out onto the bridge, he thought he would pay Kersare a visit he hadn't seen her since the crew went on leave. Actually he was sort of hoping to run into her on the base but never did. He stepped up to the door waiting for her to answer.
<Tag Kersare>
Hunt walked in seeing her yawn and smiled covering his mouth also.
"Oh don't do that its catchy, how are you this morning Captain?"
<Tag Kersare>
"I had a peaceful night, although i could use a few more to be honest(laughing) so what's on the agenda besides the misson briefing did you have fun on the base?" asked Mason.
OFF: Tag Kersare and Crew (If anyone wants to JP I'm open)
<<Hunt's quarters, Day 0, 1235hours>>
It was now the beginning of a new day, after having so much fun with Soren he for the first time slept threw the night. He got out up out of bed and walked over to wall where the sick and alarm clock were. Being in somewhat a dazed state he allowed a hand of cold water pour into his hands and then splashing it on his face.
The clock read 1235hours he was running a bit late for his shift on the bridge. In the midst of rushing to get ready he tripped on an old boot and his box of collected works of 1920's westerns. With no time for breakfast or time to read any of his messages he thought he would just go to his office and read and eat there.
The rush left him with a slight headache which he knew a piece of icoberry tort and a nice big steaming cup of dargeling tea wouldn't cure. The lift slowed allowing him to get onto the bridge. It was a bit quiet except for a few command anc science officers talking about analysis and other ship replated topics. One of the saw Mason step out and greeted him.
"Good afternoon sir, status full operational the Captain is in her ready room. Would you like me to page her for you?" asked Melanie Doram(NPC)
"Good Morning no thank you that won't be necessary besides I havn't had my daily breakfast also I tend to get some what cranky if I don't but again thank you carry on." said Mason entering his office.
Already on the replicator platform stood a plate of three icoberry torts and his tea. At first he wondered what they were doing there then remembered he programmed it to that once he walked in at the beginning of every shift an when he had already eaten he would just send it back into the replicator.
Mason sat down turning on his monitor seeing the long lines of messages and reports to lighten his day, most of the reports were from command about various actvities within the system the Malinche was in. He read the reports at the same time scarfing down those tarts so fast he nearly choked.
Feeling a bit tensed, Mason streached and headed back out onto the bridge, he thought he would pay Kersare a visit he hadn't seen her since the crew went on leave. Actually he was sort of hoping to run into her on the base but never did. He stepped up to the door waiting for her to answer.
<Tag Kersare>
Hunt walked in seeing her yawn and smiled covering his mouth also.
"Oh don't do that its catchy, how are you this morning Captain?"
<Tag Kersare>
"I had a peaceful night, although i could use a few more to be honest(laughing) so what's on the agenda besides the misson briefing did you have fun on the base?" asked Mason.
OFF: Tag Kersare and Crew (If anyone wants to JP I'm open)
Commander Mason Hunt
First Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38897-B
<<USS Malinche>>
<Holodeck 1, 1230, Day 0>
Briced fired off another shot, watching as it pierced the armor of the incoming skull faced warrior. His phaser rifle spat again, knocking another one over. His face was covered in dirt and grime and the occasion bruise. Next to him Amanda Darkhelm was firing as well and then next to her Joey (NPC) from hte operations department. Together they had been able to hold back the invaders for a period of time, as the bodies could attest too.
Thier carnage was cut short as a com signal cut through the phaser fire and disruptors.
"This is Captain Isabel Kersare. All Malinche crewmembers are to report back to the ship immediately. Senior staff members report to Conference Room 1 at 1300 hours for a Mission Briefing. Kersare out."
"I knew that it wouldn't last forever," Amanda said, blasting another one.
"Its not 1300 yet," Brice reminded her.
"You think showing up looking like we just crawled out of the trenches is such a good idea?" Amanda asked. She ducked as a disruptor bolt sailed over thier heads.
"Might be fun to see the looks on their faces," Brice responded.
OFF:
<Holodeck 1, 1230, Day 0>
Briced fired off another shot, watching as it pierced the armor of the incoming skull faced warrior. His phaser rifle spat again, knocking another one over. His face was covered in dirt and grime and the occasion bruise. Next to him Amanda Darkhelm was firing as well and then next to her Joey (NPC) from hte operations department. Together they had been able to hold back the invaders for a period of time, as the bodies could attest too.
Thier carnage was cut short as a com signal cut through the phaser fire and disruptors.
"This is Captain Isabel Kersare. All Malinche crewmembers are to report back to the ship immediately. Senior staff members report to Conference Room 1 at 1300 hours for a Mission Briefing. Kersare out."
"I knew that it wouldn't last forever," Amanda said, blasting another one.
"Its not 1300 yet," Brice reminded her.
"You think showing up looking like we just crawled out of the trenches is such a good idea?" Amanda asked. She ducked as a disruptor bolt sailed over thier heads.
"Might be fun to see the looks on their faces," Brice responded.
OFF:
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Chief Petty Officer Brice Thomas
Chief of the Boat, Engineer's Mate
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
Chief Petty Officer Brice Thomas
Chief of the Boat, Engineer's Mate
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
<<USS Malinche>>
<<Intel Office, 1230, day 0>>
"This is Captain Isabel Kersare. All Malinche crewmembers are to report back to the ship immediately. Senior staff members report to Conference Room 1 at 1300 hours for a Mission Briefing. Kersare out."
Mark Grayson sighed. He knew that was coming when he noticed that secure channel being opened. In a sense, he had place a bug in the Comm system. Nothing intrusive, just keep control of all in and out comms. Being Intel also meant to do counterespionage. He couldn't actually see the communciation, just identify where it's coming from.
So, he knew that a Secure Channel was received from Starfleet HQ, but, he didn't know who was it or what was about it. Of course, he suspected it would be instructions for a new mission and that, was confirmed by Kersare's comm.
Mark didn't have reasons to complain. He actually had a new infiltration specialist. A good one. That way, Mark would take care analyzing the data and Rayne would get the info for him. He rubbed his hands together. Maybe this time he wouldn't need to kill people to accomplish the mission. Maybe this time he would do his work without having to break rules.
"Yeah, right", he muttered, ironic."And maybe the Klingons will become pacifists and join the Romulans in a respectful alliance."
He shook his head in mute amusement. His source in Intel HQ said that a lot of people was worried about the Federation's Dililthium reserves. Mark wondered how bad the situation really was. The Federation was huge and had a lot resources, how something so vital could become sparse? He didn't know the answer to that, but he had feeling that Starfleet would be focusing in finding more Dilithium mines or planets that could trade it with them.
But, The Malinche would never be sent in an exploration mission. The Prometheus class was a battleship, not made to exploration. "We have a decent science laboratory, but nothing like the Sovereign or Galaxy classes.", thought him looking out of his window."I'm sure we'll be sent to harass pirates or a first contact".
OFF: Tag people
<<Intel Office, 1230, day 0>>
"This is Captain Isabel Kersare. All Malinche crewmembers are to report back to the ship immediately. Senior staff members report to Conference Room 1 at 1300 hours for a Mission Briefing. Kersare out."
Mark Grayson sighed. He knew that was coming when he noticed that secure channel being opened. In a sense, he had place a bug in the Comm system. Nothing intrusive, just keep control of all in and out comms. Being Intel also meant to do counterespionage. He couldn't actually see the communciation, just identify where it's coming from.
So, he knew that a Secure Channel was received from Starfleet HQ, but, he didn't know who was it or what was about it. Of course, he suspected it would be instructions for a new mission and that, was confirmed by Kersare's comm.
Mark didn't have reasons to complain. He actually had a new infiltration specialist. A good one. That way, Mark would take care analyzing the data and Rayne would get the info for him. He rubbed his hands together. Maybe this time he wouldn't need to kill people to accomplish the mission. Maybe this time he would do his work without having to break rules.
"Yeah, right", he muttered, ironic."And maybe the Klingons will become pacifists and join the Romulans in a respectful alliance."
He shook his head in mute amusement. His source in Intel HQ said that a lot of people was worried about the Federation's Dililthium reserves. Mark wondered how bad the situation really was. The Federation was huge and had a lot resources, how something so vital could become sparse? He didn't know the answer to that, but he had feeling that Starfleet would be focusing in finding more Dilithium mines or planets that could trade it with them.
But, The Malinche would never be sent in an exploration mission. The Prometheus class was a battleship, not made to exploration. "We have a decent science laboratory, but nothing like the Sovereign or Galaxy classes.", thought him looking out of his window."I'm sure we'll be sent to harass pirates or a first contact".
OFF: Tag people
Lieutenant Mark Grayson II
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
"O divine art of subtlety and secrecy! Through you we learn to be invisible, through you inaudible and hence we can hold the enemy's fate in our hands." - Sun Tzu
<<Outside Ready Room, 1237, Day 0>>
"Oh don't do that its catchy, how are you this morning Captain?"
"Fine for now, Commander. How are you?" Isabel looked over at Mason.
"I had a peaceful night, although i could use a few more to be honest(laughing) so what's on the agenda besides the misson briefing did you have fun on the base?" asked Mason.
She nodded, "I did have a good time, though it's sad to see our time off is cut rather short. The main thing is the mission briefing...We'll be leaving tomorrow morning at 0600."
"Tell me about it, i wanted to rattle the cages of some andorians there but oh well. Besides I don't think I could carry back that much latinium. Out of curiosity why has our departure schedule been set so early. Command must be in a rush."
"Well, it's not everyday that a ship goes missing. Especially with at least some of the crew still on the planet," Isabel commented. "How are things with the various departments?"
"Everything is ship shape the ship should be ready to leave well ahead of schedule. Captain, everyone has reported back from leave with the exception of Langley. I have talked with several other both on the base and on the Malinche but no one has seen her."
That stopped Isabel in her tracks. A missing crewmember was never good. "Excuse me one moment," Isabel told him. She tapped her comm badge, "Kersare to Security."
"Lieutenant Thundera here Captain."
"It's come to my attention that Warrant Officer Langley is not aboard the ship and has not been heard from. Would you please send some security officers to the Starbase to look for her? Also contact Darkhelm and have her check the Starbase infirmary records, please." Isabel didn't like this one bit.
"I'll take care of that right now," Cheetara responded.
"Good. I'll see you at the meeting in twenty minutes, Kersare out." Shaking her head slightly, Isabel turned back to Mason, "Hopefully they'll be able to find her..."
"I hope so too. Perhaps we should have Thundera's security teams go deck by deck granted no one has seen her and the sensors will probably show nothing. All the same if something extreme happened to her the comupter might not pick up her life signs. Since her comm signal is not coming up on any ship wide sensor sweeps its safe to assume her comm badge maybe damaged."
Isabel nodded, "Thundera has always been thorough, she'll probably think to do that herself. And, if something extreme did happen, she probably would have ended up in the base's sickbay, in which case Dr. Darkhelm would be able to check the records."
"Understood, has there been any further communications from command on the missing ship?"
"Not since Admiral Torin (NPC) contacted me earlier. He sent all the information they had," Isabel told him.
Mason wanted to ask more about the mission but by the look on Kersare's face he thought best to wait until the briefing. She did mention that it wasn't everyday a starship went missing; nothing was father from the truth. It made him feel spooked in a small way. Sure there were reports of ships having disappeared before but not like this.
"It's almost time for the meeting, why don't you head over to the conference room? Unless, of course, you have other things to take care of first. I need to go get some things for the briefing - I'll be there shortly," she said.
"I'll head on over there now maybe replicate some coffee and some deserts to jump start the day so to speak. Something tells me we are going to need it."
Isabel smiled. Mason did think ahead. "Very good, I'll see you soon." She headed back into the Ready Room, her mind wandering from the briefing to her missing crewmember. Never a dull moment.
Hunt nodded and left the ready room, the cold errie feeling would not leave his shoulder or his mind. Walking into the room he started to lay out blank data padds for the senior staff so when Kersare walked in she could download the mission specs to them so they could follow along. "Computer, two pots of coffee and three plates of mixed deserts Hunt's blend number one zero five."
Both items materialized in mere seconds, Mason moved them to the table then sitting down in his normal seat next to the Captain. Although he couldn't put his finger on it something was going to seriously go wrong during the course of this mission.
OFF: Tag Langley, Thundera, Shandris, Treharne, Darkhelm....and rest of crew
I'll be posting the mission briefing early next week, so Senior Staff should make their way to the conference room.
JP brought to you by:
Commander Mason Hunt
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
"Oh don't do that its catchy, how are you this morning Captain?"
"Fine for now, Commander. How are you?" Isabel looked over at Mason.
"I had a peaceful night, although i could use a few more to be honest(laughing) so what's on the agenda besides the misson briefing did you have fun on the base?" asked Mason.
She nodded, "I did have a good time, though it's sad to see our time off is cut rather short. The main thing is the mission briefing...We'll be leaving tomorrow morning at 0600."
"Tell me about it, i wanted to rattle the cages of some andorians there but oh well. Besides I don't think I could carry back that much latinium. Out of curiosity why has our departure schedule been set so early. Command must be in a rush."
"Well, it's not everyday that a ship goes missing. Especially with at least some of the crew still on the planet," Isabel commented. "How are things with the various departments?"
"Everything is ship shape the ship should be ready to leave well ahead of schedule. Captain, everyone has reported back from leave with the exception of Langley. I have talked with several other both on the base and on the Malinche but no one has seen her."
That stopped Isabel in her tracks. A missing crewmember was never good. "Excuse me one moment," Isabel told him. She tapped her comm badge, "Kersare to Security."
"Lieutenant Thundera here Captain."
"It's come to my attention that Warrant Officer Langley is not aboard the ship and has not been heard from. Would you please send some security officers to the Starbase to look for her? Also contact Darkhelm and have her check the Starbase infirmary records, please." Isabel didn't like this one bit.
"I'll take care of that right now," Cheetara responded.
"Good. I'll see you at the meeting in twenty minutes, Kersare out." Shaking her head slightly, Isabel turned back to Mason, "Hopefully they'll be able to find her..."
"I hope so too. Perhaps we should have Thundera's security teams go deck by deck granted no one has seen her and the sensors will probably show nothing. All the same if something extreme happened to her the comupter might not pick up her life signs. Since her comm signal is not coming up on any ship wide sensor sweeps its safe to assume her comm badge maybe damaged."
Isabel nodded, "Thundera has always been thorough, she'll probably think to do that herself. And, if something extreme did happen, she probably would have ended up in the base's sickbay, in which case Dr. Darkhelm would be able to check the records."
"Understood, has there been any further communications from command on the missing ship?"
"Not since Admiral Torin (NPC) contacted me earlier. He sent all the information they had," Isabel told him.
Mason wanted to ask more about the mission but by the look on Kersare's face he thought best to wait until the briefing. She did mention that it wasn't everyday a starship went missing; nothing was father from the truth. It made him feel spooked in a small way. Sure there were reports of ships having disappeared before but not like this.
"It's almost time for the meeting, why don't you head over to the conference room? Unless, of course, you have other things to take care of first. I need to go get some things for the briefing - I'll be there shortly," she said.
"I'll head on over there now maybe replicate some coffee and some deserts to jump start the day so to speak. Something tells me we are going to need it."
Isabel smiled. Mason did think ahead. "Very good, I'll see you soon." She headed back into the Ready Room, her mind wandering from the briefing to her missing crewmember. Never a dull moment.
Hunt nodded and left the ready room, the cold errie feeling would not leave his shoulder or his mind. Walking into the room he started to lay out blank data padds for the senior staff so when Kersare walked in she could download the mission specs to them so they could follow along. "Computer, two pots of coffee and three plates of mixed deserts Hunt's blend number one zero five."
Both items materialized in mere seconds, Mason moved them to the table then sitting down in his normal seat next to the Captain. Although he couldn't put his finger on it something was going to seriously go wrong during the course of this mission.
OFF: Tag Langley, Thundera, Shandris, Treharne, Darkhelm....and rest of crew
I'll be posting the mission briefing early next week, so Senior Staff should make their way to the conference room.
JP brought to you by:
Commander Mason Hunt
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<Intel Office, 1240, day 0>>
Grayson wondered where in the Hell were his subordinated? Langley had not appeared since the shoreleave start and Rayne... Well, Rayne was around. Not that Mark was worried about either one whereabouts, but, as their imediate superior and a spy, he always should know where everyone else were.
He tapped his badge. "Grayson to Langley. Stop your monkey business, whatever it is, and get your ass back aboard. I have news and the captain probably has too. NOW. Grayson out".
Mark smiled to himself. Sometimes he loved to play the hardass part. It was so damn funny. Looking for sometihing to do, he slapped his badge again.
"Grayson to Rayne. I want you here in the Intel Office. Time to prep for our next mission. NOW. Grayson out."
He smiled again. Too bad all others subordinateds were around, or he would be having fun all day. Becoming serious, Mark looked at the information request he was about to sent Intel HQ about the Malinche's next assignment. One thing he knew, was never the whole information was given to the captain. There was a catch, that intel prefered to keep to herself... That whole need-to-know crap.
Grayson didn't want to stay in the need-to-know basis, so he was asking for info to his source inside HQ. It wasn't exactly legal, but follow the law wasn't exatcly part of spy job. He sighed. Nothing like breaking the law during lunch time.
OFF: tag Rayne, Tag Langley. Time to get around.
Grayson wondered where in the Hell were his subordinated? Langley had not appeared since the shoreleave start and Rayne... Well, Rayne was around. Not that Mark was worried about either one whereabouts, but, as their imediate superior and a spy, he always should know where everyone else were.
He tapped his badge. "Grayson to Langley. Stop your monkey business, whatever it is, and get your ass back aboard. I have news and the captain probably has too. NOW. Grayson out".
Mark smiled to himself. Sometimes he loved to play the hardass part. It was so damn funny. Looking for sometihing to do, he slapped his badge again.
"Grayson to Rayne. I want you here in the Intel Office. Time to prep for our next mission. NOW. Grayson out."
He smiled again. Too bad all others subordinateds were around, or he would be having fun all day. Becoming serious, Mark looked at the information request he was about to sent Intel HQ about the Malinche's next assignment. One thing he knew, was never the whole information was given to the captain. There was a catch, that intel prefered to keep to herself... That whole need-to-know crap.
Grayson didn't want to stay in the need-to-know basis, so he was asking for info to his source inside HQ. It wasn't exactly legal, but follow the law wasn't exatcly part of spy job. He sighed. Nothing like breaking the law during lunch time.
OFF: tag Rayne, Tag Langley. Time to get around.
Lieutenant Mark Grayson II
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
"O divine art of subtlety and secrecy! Through you we learn to be invisible, through you inaudible and hence we can hold the enemy's fate in our hands." - Sun Tzu
[ON]
[USS Malinche - Brig -- 1109 HR, MD 00]
"Hello," Roderic beamed as he entered the brig and spotted the other two people standing in the open doorway of his office. Man it was good to say that. "You must be Sam Weaver and Revan Lorik."
The Bajoran stuck out her hand first and displayed her perfect row of white teeth, "Yes, Sir, Crewmen Apprentice Revan Lorik." Her long black hair was pulled back in a pony tail and swayed as she moved to greet Treharne. Deep brown eyes regarded the new Brig Officer with a sort of curiousity - perhaps at his age, perhaps at something else. Roderic couldn't tell.
Sam stood for a moment allowing Revan to finish her greating before he moved and gave Roderic a strong shake, "Lieutenant." A simple enough greeting, but Roderic seemed to detect a hint of dissastisfaction.
"I'm Roderic Treharne, the new 'chief' Brig Officer, I suppose. Cozy establishment we've got here. How do we work shifts?"
Revan, flashing her smile, shrugged slightly, "One of us just takes a shift. Things are usually pretty quiet, not a lot of people get tossed in the Brig. Hopefully."
There was an uncomfortable silence for a few moments, before Roderic spoke up, a smile creeping across his face. ""Well, you know, I like trying to get out of the holding cells when I first get to a ship. So, how about you throw me in?"
Sam seemed to give an inaudible sigh - something was really bothering him - but Revan grinned, "You got it. Holding cell number one, coming right up." She grabbed Roderic's arm with a vice like grip - which, truth be told, surprsied him a little - and directed him to a cell.
What had he gotten himself into?
[OFF]
[USS Malinche - Brig -- 1109 HR, MD 00]
"Hello," Roderic beamed as he entered the brig and spotted the other two people standing in the open doorway of his office. Man it was good to say that. "You must be Sam Weaver and Revan Lorik."
The Bajoran stuck out her hand first and displayed her perfect row of white teeth, "Yes, Sir, Crewmen Apprentice Revan Lorik." Her long black hair was pulled back in a pony tail and swayed as she moved to greet Treharne. Deep brown eyes regarded the new Brig Officer with a sort of curiousity - perhaps at his age, perhaps at something else. Roderic couldn't tell.
Sam stood for a moment allowing Revan to finish her greating before he moved and gave Roderic a strong shake, "Lieutenant." A simple enough greeting, but Roderic seemed to detect a hint of dissastisfaction.
"I'm Roderic Treharne, the new 'chief' Brig Officer, I suppose. Cozy establishment we've got here. How do we work shifts?"
Revan, flashing her smile, shrugged slightly, "One of us just takes a shift. Things are usually pretty quiet, not a lot of people get tossed in the Brig. Hopefully."
There was an uncomfortable silence for a few moments, before Roderic spoke up, a smile creeping across his face. ""Well, you know, I like trying to get out of the holding cells when I first get to a ship. So, how about you throw me in?"
Sam seemed to give an inaudible sigh - something was really bothering him - but Revan grinned, "You got it. Holding cell number one, coming right up." She grabbed Roderic's arm with a vice like grip - which, truth be told, surprsied him a little - and directed him to a cell.
What had he gotten himself into?
[OFF]
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Lieutenant JG Roderic Treharne
Brig Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
Lieutenant JG Roderic Treharne
Brig Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
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Waiting and waiting, and waiting....
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<<USS Malinche-B>>
<Outisde Intel Office,1240,Day 0>
Sara had wondered how long she would be kept waiting outside the intel office, but as soon as she heard Grayson's voice come over the comm she gave up waiting and just walked in hopefully suprising him with how fast she had got there even though she had been waiting for the past 10 minutes. She wondered if he had even heard the chime or if he had and ignored it, just so he could be funny. Well she wasn't laughing yet. With only the door giving away that she had entered Sara stood there for a minute waiting to be noticed before finally just getting onto business.
Sara spoke up with a slight hint at her annoyied mood. "Ensign Sara Rayne, reporting as requested Sir." Her eyes seemed to also show the annoyied mood she was in yet there really was nothing to do about it. "I would like to bring to notice a few things that need to be documented with this intel department, all of which are on this PADD here." she said handing over the PADD to Grayson. "Further more I would also like to bring to notice a Delta Flyer which is currently stored on the starbase, one fitted for infiltration, and intelligence gathering without the risk of detection by sensors or other means. I would like to request that this Delta Flyer be brought aboard the Malinche, unless there is a suitable means of replacing it." She finished with a silight sigh and waited for a response.
OFF: Tags Grayson.
<<USS Malinche-B>>
<Outisde Intel Office,1240,Day 0>
Sara had wondered how long she would be kept waiting outside the intel office, but as soon as she heard Grayson's voice come over the comm she gave up waiting and just walked in hopefully suprising him with how fast she had got there even though she had been waiting for the past 10 minutes. She wondered if he had even heard the chime or if he had and ignored it, just so he could be funny. Well she wasn't laughing yet. With only the door giving away that she had entered Sara stood there for a minute waiting to be noticed before finally just getting onto business.
Sara spoke up with a slight hint at her annoyied mood. "Ensign Sara Rayne, reporting as requested Sir." Her eyes seemed to also show the annoyied mood she was in yet there really was nothing to do about it. "I would like to bring to notice a few things that need to be documented with this intel department, all of which are on this PADD here." she said handing over the PADD to Grayson. "Further more I would also like to bring to notice a Delta Flyer which is currently stored on the starbase, one fitted for infiltration, and intelligence gathering without the risk of detection by sensors or other means. I would like to request that this Delta Flyer be brought aboard the Malinche, unless there is a suitable means of replacing it." She finished with a silight sigh and waited for a response.
OFF: Tags Grayson.
Ensign Sara Rayne
Acting Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche-B NCC-38897-B
"Beware The Penguins!"
<<USS Malinche-B>>
<Outisde Intel Office,1240,Day 0>
OLD:
Sara spoke up with a slight hint at her annoyied mood. "Ensign Sara Rayne, reporting as requested Sir." Her eyes seemed to also show the annoyied mood she was in yet there really was nothing to do about it. "I would like to bring to notice a few things that need to be documented with this intel department, all of which are on this PADD here." she said handing over the PADD to Grayson. "Further more I would also like to bring to notice a Delta Flyer which is currently stored on the starbase, one fitted for infiltration, and intelligence gathering without the risk of detection by sensors or other means. I would like to request that this Delta Flyer be brought aboard the Malinche, unless there is a suitable means of replacing it." She finished with a silight sigh and waited for a response.
NEW:
Mark looked at the PADD and looked back to Rayne. She had just arrived and started to 'suggest' to him how to command his deparment?! Really, that was quite annoying. But, her file showed that she fit exactly the kind person he needed aboard the Mali. The Delta Flyer wasn't a surprise to him. Rayne probably thought the idea of putting her aboard a Delta Flyer with all that upgrades had been her. Mark had requested that Delta Flyer months before and when he heard she was transfering, the idea of putting the two together sounded good to him at the time. Now what was annoyed mood about?
"First of all, Ensign. Take this annoyed expression out of your face", said Mark leaning back on his chair. "Sit.", ordered him
She sat, still looking annoyed.
"Let's start saying the following. I'm aware of all you brought to me in this PADD. Furthermore, I'm surprised you didn't brought the Delta Flyer, I requested aboard the Malinche. I expected more iniative from an officer of your experience. You'll find out there little aboard ths ship that I'm not aware of. Your job is simple: When I need you to get in some place we're not supposed to go, you'll go, no questions asked. In our line of work, as you know, too many questions are not only required but frowned upon.. We'll working with need-to-know information only. We are clear on that?" Mark voice was cold, methodic and his face expressionless. He was dealing with another Intel Officer, there was no reason to be polite. She knew how the game was played.
OFF: tag Rayne.
<Outisde Intel Office,1240,Day 0>
OLD:
Sara spoke up with a slight hint at her annoyied mood. "Ensign Sara Rayne, reporting as requested Sir." Her eyes seemed to also show the annoyied mood she was in yet there really was nothing to do about it. "I would like to bring to notice a few things that need to be documented with this intel department, all of which are on this PADD here." she said handing over the PADD to Grayson. "Further more I would also like to bring to notice a Delta Flyer which is currently stored on the starbase, one fitted for infiltration, and intelligence gathering without the risk of detection by sensors or other means. I would like to request that this Delta Flyer be brought aboard the Malinche, unless there is a suitable means of replacing it." She finished with a silight sigh and waited for a response.
NEW:
Mark looked at the PADD and looked back to Rayne. She had just arrived and started to 'suggest' to him how to command his deparment?! Really, that was quite annoying. But, her file showed that she fit exactly the kind person he needed aboard the Mali. The Delta Flyer wasn't a surprise to him. Rayne probably thought the idea of putting her aboard a Delta Flyer with all that upgrades had been her. Mark had requested that Delta Flyer months before and when he heard she was transfering, the idea of putting the two together sounded good to him at the time. Now what was annoyed mood about?
"First of all, Ensign. Take this annoyed expression out of your face", said Mark leaning back on his chair. "Sit.", ordered him
She sat, still looking annoyed.
"Let's start saying the following. I'm aware of all you brought to me in this PADD. Furthermore, I'm surprised you didn't brought the Delta Flyer, I requested aboard the Malinche. I expected more iniative from an officer of your experience. You'll find out there little aboard ths ship that I'm not aware of. Your job is simple: When I need you to get in some place we're not supposed to go, you'll go, no questions asked. In our line of work, as you know, too many questions are not only required but frowned upon.. We'll working with need-to-know information only. We are clear on that?" Mark voice was cold, methodic and his face expressionless. He was dealing with another Intel Officer, there was no reason to be polite. She knew how the game was played.
OFF: tag Rayne.
Lieutenant Mark Grayson II
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
"O divine art of subtlety and secrecy! Through you we learn to be invisible, through you inaudible and hence we can hold the enemy's fate in our hands." - Sun Tzu
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Sam stood propped up against a bulkhead. Her strength was fading fast. She looked out the small window in the airlock, The face looking back had blood running down from its nose. The man was begging her not to do it. He was pleading for his life.
Calmly, she lowered her hand onto the button and the airlock opened in an emergency crash mode. The man was sucked into the cold lifeless emptiness of space, there was a few seconds of thrashing, then he was still as the cold froze him. Moments later the rapidly expanding forces from the freezing process from his insides burst out of his now frozen shell.
She looked up as the debris pebble dashed the hull sounding like hail. She stumbled over to the next airlock.
?Please, We don?t want to die, We didn?t touch you? One of the people inside cried out.
?I have Family? Another cried out.
Sam?s hand fell on the button again.
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<<on Starbase Medical Facility, 1257>>
Sam sat bolt upright, beads of cold sweat went flying through the air, her clothes were soaked through. Looking round she realised she was still in the Base?s Med? Bay. It came back, The nurses had sedated her after she had tried to walk out.
?Hello Sleeping Beauty, Wondered when you were going to come round.?
?Do you never sleep? Sam Replied.
?I?m Denobulan, We need very?
?I get the point. Can I go now?? Sam stood up.
?No, We still need to figure out what happened to you on that ship. Were still having problems with your blood work.?
?My medical Officer can figure it out,? Sam started towards the door ?She can figure it out.?
?I?m Sorry You may not leave.?
Two medical orderlies stepped in front of the door, Sam sighed and kept walking. One of the Orderlies grabbed her arm.
Sam spun to face the man and grabbed hold of his hand by the pinkie, Bending it back the man screamed in pain and let go, Sam pushed the man over he went down with a thump. He started talking about female dogs and his broken finger.
The other man Lunged at her, A hypospray connected with her chest She immediately felt the effects.
?Again? This is becoming tiresome. Did you use the same drug?? Sam stood there looking at the Orderly.
?Security to Civilian War? The Denobulan was cut off as the Doors opened and a security detail rushed through, Sam recognised most of them from the files she had seen on the Mali?.
?About bloody time you lot showed up!? Sam shouted out, her words slightly slurred.
?Warrant Officer Samantha Langley?? One of the detail asked.
?Yes, Sergeant, I am she.? Sam sighed as she turned to a Protesting voice.
?You cant take her, she is under Observation, she cant leave here.? The Denobulan was almost shouting.
Sam was swaying slightly.
?Lt. Grayson, Lt.Cmdr. Darkhelm, This is Team Charlie We?ve found WO Langley, But we need Some help.?
Sam fell over.
<<off>>
<<Tag Darkhelm and/or Grayson>>
Sam stood propped up against a bulkhead. Her strength was fading fast. She looked out the small window in the airlock, The face looking back had blood running down from its nose. The man was begging her not to do it. He was pleading for his life.
Calmly, she lowered her hand onto the button and the airlock opened in an emergency crash mode. The man was sucked into the cold lifeless emptiness of space, there was a few seconds of thrashing, then he was still as the cold froze him. Moments later the rapidly expanding forces from the freezing process from his insides burst out of his now frozen shell.
She looked up as the debris pebble dashed the hull sounding like hail. She stumbled over to the next airlock.
?Please, We don?t want to die, We didn?t touch you? One of the people inside cried out.
?I have Family? Another cried out.
Sam?s hand fell on the button again.
*******************
<<on Starbase Medical Facility, 1257>>
Sam sat bolt upright, beads of cold sweat went flying through the air, her clothes were soaked through. Looking round she realised she was still in the Base?s Med? Bay. It came back, The nurses had sedated her after she had tried to walk out.
?Hello Sleeping Beauty, Wondered when you were going to come round.?
?Do you never sleep? Sam Replied.
?I?m Denobulan, We need very?
?I get the point. Can I go now?? Sam stood up.
?No, We still need to figure out what happened to you on that ship. Were still having problems with your blood work.?
?My medical Officer can figure it out,? Sam started towards the door ?She can figure it out.?
?I?m Sorry You may not leave.?
Two medical orderlies stepped in front of the door, Sam sighed and kept walking. One of the Orderlies grabbed her arm.
Sam spun to face the man and grabbed hold of his hand by the pinkie, Bending it back the man screamed in pain and let go, Sam pushed the man over he went down with a thump. He started talking about female dogs and his broken finger.
The other man Lunged at her, A hypospray connected with her chest She immediately felt the effects.
?Again? This is becoming tiresome. Did you use the same drug?? Sam stood there looking at the Orderly.
?Security to Civilian War? The Denobulan was cut off as the Doors opened and a security detail rushed through, Sam recognised most of them from the files she had seen on the Mali?.
?About bloody time you lot showed up!? Sam shouted out, her words slightly slurred.
?Warrant Officer Samantha Langley?? One of the detail asked.
?Yes, Sergeant, I am she.? Sam sighed as she turned to a Protesting voice.
?You cant take her, she is under Observation, she cant leave here.? The Denobulan was almost shouting.
Sam was swaying slightly.
?Lt. Grayson, Lt.Cmdr. Darkhelm, This is Team Charlie We?ve found WO Langley, But we need Some help.?
Sam fell over.
<<off>>
<<Tag Darkhelm and/or Grayson>>
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Warrant Officer Samantha Langley
Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
"Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life." - Terry Pratchett
Warrant Officer Samantha Langley
Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B
"Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life." - Terry Pratchett
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Rayne
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Ah..hahaha...
ON:
<<USS Malinche-B>>
<Intel Office, 1245, Day 0>
The way things turned out greatly annoyied Sara, SFI:9 had really done a good job of helping her find a ship board placement this time. "And to think If I hadden't have agreed to have my Delta Flyer renamed I wouldn't have gotten this position, damn all the things I have to put up with and this now. Father if only you were still alive. Well I had better let Mr. Grayson here think that Delta Flyer is what he had ordered, otherwise he is going to start wondering who I am really working for." she thought silently giving no hint that she had even been thinking. Even the annoyied look left her face for the moment.
"Sir had I been made aware that the Delta Flyer was going to be stationed on this ship I would have gladly arrived at the station the same time the Malinche did, but I was told to goto the Starbase and wait for my new assignment, the Delta Flyer given as my means of getting here. As for my duty aboard this ship you can count on my carrying it out fully and beyond what I am sure you hope for."
Sara looked at Grayson very carefully trying her best to read the man and see past his hard outter shell she looked for something that would tell her if the man could be trusted. She knew he would most likely be doing the same.
"If I might bring something else to your attention Sir, there are a few items not listed on that PADD that I am only authorized to let you know of, all of which are stored onboard the Delta Flyer currently. I can't say what they are here but I can show you if there is time to do so." Sara smiled at the thought of the very useful weapon stored on the shuttlecraft, so many times it had saved her life durring the Dominion War.
Sara looked around the office for a second to familiarize herself with it then looked back at Grayson, waiting to see how he would react to what she had said. She could play his little game all day if she had to, besides it was the routine game all her superiors played. She would try them with a show of a annoyed mood then turn around and act as though she wasn't. It was her way of seeing how well they played the game.
OFF: Tags Grayson
<<USS Malinche-B>>
<Intel Office, 1245, Day 0>
The way things turned out greatly annoyied Sara, SFI:9 had really done a good job of helping her find a ship board placement this time. "And to think If I hadden't have agreed to have my Delta Flyer renamed I wouldn't have gotten this position, damn all the things I have to put up with and this now. Father if only you were still alive. Well I had better let Mr. Grayson here think that Delta Flyer is what he had ordered, otherwise he is going to start wondering who I am really working for." she thought silently giving no hint that she had even been thinking. Even the annoyied look left her face for the moment.
"Sir had I been made aware that the Delta Flyer was going to be stationed on this ship I would have gladly arrived at the station the same time the Malinche did, but I was told to goto the Starbase and wait for my new assignment, the Delta Flyer given as my means of getting here. As for my duty aboard this ship you can count on my carrying it out fully and beyond what I am sure you hope for."
Sara looked at Grayson very carefully trying her best to read the man and see past his hard outter shell she looked for something that would tell her if the man could be trusted. She knew he would most likely be doing the same.
"If I might bring something else to your attention Sir, there are a few items not listed on that PADD that I am only authorized to let you know of, all of which are stored onboard the Delta Flyer currently. I can't say what they are here but I can show you if there is time to do so." Sara smiled at the thought of the very useful weapon stored on the shuttlecraft, so many times it had saved her life durring the Dominion War.
Sara looked around the office for a second to familiarize herself with it then looked back at Grayson, waiting to see how he would react to what she had said. She could play his little game all day if she had to, besides it was the routine game all her superiors played. She would try them with a show of a annoyed mood then turn around and act as though she wasn't. It was her way of seeing how well they played the game.
OFF: Tags Grayson
Ensign Sara Rayne
Acting Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche-B NCC-38897-B
"Beware The Penguins!"
<<USS Malinche>>
<Sickbay, 1258, Day 0>
Warrant Officer Langely materialized on the biobed. Brice was standing next to her, considering the fact that Langely was a NCO.
"I'd say that we found her doc."
"And you would be correct, looks like they got a little overzealous with thier sedative," Amanda commented. She went to the nearest tray and grabbed a a vial, snapping it into place on the hypospray. She injected it into Langely's neck and a few seconds later, Langely's eyes fluttered.
"Welcome back to the world of the living," Brice smiled.
Langely sat straight up...and nearly fell off the biobed. Amanda and Brice steaded her.
"Easy there," Amanda said, helping her to lay back down. "They hit you pretty hard with that sedative....you're still a little woozy."
"I guess so," Samantha stated. "And my mouth feels like a cottonball."
"Hang on, I'll get you a class of water."
Brice tapped his combadge. "Cheif Thomas to Captain Kersare."
"Go ahead cheif."
"Commander Darkhelm and myself might be a little late, we've located Officer Langley; we're all in sickbay."
"Is she ok?"
Amanda tapped her own combadge. "She seems to be fine to me captain, just a little groggy thats all. We'll be up shortly."
OFF: Tag Thomas and Langely.
<Sickbay, 1258, Day 0>
Warrant Officer Langely materialized on the biobed. Brice was standing next to her, considering the fact that Langely was a NCO.
"I'd say that we found her doc."
"And you would be correct, looks like they got a little overzealous with thier sedative," Amanda commented. She went to the nearest tray and grabbed a a vial, snapping it into place on the hypospray. She injected it into Langely's neck and a few seconds later, Langely's eyes fluttered.
"Welcome back to the world of the living," Brice smiled.
Langely sat straight up...and nearly fell off the biobed. Amanda and Brice steaded her.
"Easy there," Amanda said, helping her to lay back down. "They hit you pretty hard with that sedative....you're still a little woozy."
"I guess so," Samantha stated. "And my mouth feels like a cottonball."
"Hang on, I'll get you a class of water."
Brice tapped his combadge. "Cheif Thomas to Captain Kersare."
"Go ahead cheif."
"Commander Darkhelm and myself might be a little late, we've located Officer Langley; we're all in sickbay."
"Is she ok?"
Amanda tapped her own combadge. "She seems to be fine to me captain, just a little groggy thats all. We'll be up shortly."
OFF: Tag Thomas and Langely.
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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
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Peters
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ON: <USS Malinche, Chief Engineer's Office, Day 0, 1225 hours>
Peteres cracked his knuckles and pulled out an isolinear chip, then slid it into the port on his console. He began typing in search words, then looked through the entries that came up. He selected the most likely one and started reading.
<1255 hours>
Peters pulled his jacket on and zipped it up, then re-affixed his commbadge. He tugged down on the jacket to make sure it was properly set on his shoulders. Once he was sure all was properly in place, he grabbed the padd off his desk and walked out the door.
As he walked down the corridor he found himself humming an old tune. He couldn't place it at first, but then as he started the second run through he realised it was "Zippity Doo Dah." He strolled down the corridor, humming to himself, smiling and nodding to passing crewmen.
Stepping into the turbolift, Peters ordered it to take him to the briefing room, then resumed humming. He stopped when the computer beeped at him. "Please articulate commands."
Peters blinked. "What the? Oh... Not you, you stupid piece of programming. Proceed to destination."
The lift hummed to life and proceeded on its way. Peters refrained from continuing his humming, just in case. After a few moments the doors opened and he stepped out. A few steps later and he stepped into the briefing room with a few minutes to spare. He nodded to those already there and took a seat, setting his padd down on the table.
OFF:
Peters frowned slightly as the comm line closed. He'd told Captain Kersare most of what he remembered off hand already. That meant he'd have to do some digging in the ship's files... and he had about 25 minutes to do it in.Isabel tapped her comm badge, "Kersare to Peters. Please prepare yourself to give a detailed report regarding your knowledge of Direidi, its people, and the encounter the Enterprise had there for the mission briefing. It appears your expertise may be needed for our next mission."
"Yes ma'am," he replied, a few moments later.
"Thank you Lieutenant, Kersare out."
Peteres cracked his knuckles and pulled out an isolinear chip, then slid it into the port on his console. He began typing in search words, then looked through the entries that came up. He selected the most likely one and started reading.
<1255 hours>
Peters pulled his jacket on and zipped it up, then re-affixed his commbadge. He tugged down on the jacket to make sure it was properly set on his shoulders. Once he was sure all was properly in place, he grabbed the padd off his desk and walked out the door.
As he walked down the corridor he found himself humming an old tune. He couldn't place it at first, but then as he started the second run through he realised it was "Zippity Doo Dah." He strolled down the corridor, humming to himself, smiling and nodding to passing crewmen.
Stepping into the turbolift, Peters ordered it to take him to the briefing room, then resumed humming. He stopped when the computer beeped at him. "Please articulate commands."
Peters blinked. "What the? Oh... Not you, you stupid piece of programming. Proceed to destination."
The lift hummed to life and proceeded on its way. Peters refrained from continuing his humming, just in case. After a few moments the doors opened and he stepped out. A few steps later and he stepped into the briefing room with a few minutes to spare. He nodded to those already there and took a seat, setting his padd down on the table.
OFF:
Tony
AKA
Lieutenant Commander Todd Peters
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<USS Malinche-B>>
<Intel Office, 1245, Day 0>
OLD:
"If I might bring something else to your attention Sir, there are a few items not listed on that PADD that I am only authorized to let you know of, all of which are stored onboard the Delta Flyer currently. I can't say what they are here but I can show you if there is time to do so." Sara smiled at the thought of the very useful weapon stored on the shuttlecraft, so many times it had saved her life durring the Dominion War.
Sara looked around the office for a second to familiarize herself with it then looked back at Grayson, waiting to see how he would react to what she had said. She could play his little game all day if she had to, besides it was the routine game all her superiors played. She would try them with a show of a annoyed mood then turn around and act as though she wasn't. It was her way of seeing how well they played the game.
ON:
Mark Grayson's eyes narrowed. Rayne was hiding something from him and wasn't the special weaponary aboard the Delta Flyer. Something about her was off, but he couldn't quite right figure what. Still, she looked competent and eager to please. "Too eager", thought him, suspicious.
"Let see if I got this straight. You have items not listed that I'm not authorized to have access to it?" His voice was cold. "With whom authority are you keeping this 'special' items from your superior officer?", asked him, suspicion going high levels. "Better yet, Who sent you here to spy on us?", asked him, eyes fixed on Rayne.
<Tag Rayne>
OFF:
<Intel Office, 1245, Day 0>
OLD:
"If I might bring something else to your attention Sir, there are a few items not listed on that PADD that I am only authorized to let you know of, all of which are stored onboard the Delta Flyer currently. I can't say what they are here but I can show you if there is time to do so." Sara smiled at the thought of the very useful weapon stored on the shuttlecraft, so many times it had saved her life durring the Dominion War.
Sara looked around the office for a second to familiarize herself with it then looked back at Grayson, waiting to see how he would react to what she had said. She could play his little game all day if she had to, besides it was the routine game all her superiors played. She would try them with a show of a annoyed mood then turn around and act as though she wasn't. It was her way of seeing how well they played the game.
ON:
Mark Grayson's eyes narrowed. Rayne was hiding something from him and wasn't the special weaponary aboard the Delta Flyer. Something about her was off, but he couldn't quite right figure what. Still, she looked competent and eager to please. "Too eager", thought him, suspicious.
"Let see if I got this straight. You have items not listed that I'm not authorized to have access to it?" His voice was cold. "With whom authority are you keeping this 'special' items from your superior officer?", asked him, suspicion going high levels. "Better yet, Who sent you here to spy on us?", asked him, eyes fixed on Rayne.
<Tag Rayne>
OFF:
Lieutenant Mark Grayson II
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
"O divine art of subtlety and secrecy! Through you we learn to be invisible, through you inaudible and hence we can hold the enemy's fate in our hands." - Sun Tzu