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Post: # 1224Post Kersare
Sun Nov 26, 2006 1:15 am

OFF: Alrighty, now starting shoreleave. I'm gonna roughly keep the same time frame that we had in the mission, resetting the day as Day 1 though. Have fun!

ON:
<<Bridge, 1121, Day 1>>

About an hour before, after getting some rest, Isabel had returned to the bridge. They'd arrived at Starbase 259 a half hour ago and were finishing the last of the docking procedures. Everyone was looking a little more hopeful, though still exhausted.

Isabel turned to Joshua (NPC), "Report."

"Docking procedures complete, ma'am. Support umbilicals connected and main airlocks have been secured," Josh replied.

"Thank you Ensign," Isabel said. She sat back in her chair, forearms draped over the arms of her chair. Finally, they had arrived.

Isabel stood and walked over to Caitlyn (NPC), "Ms. Holtman, open a channel to the entire ship."

Caitlyn tapped at the console, "Channel open, ma'am."

Nodding, Isabel spoke, "All hands, this is the Captain. We are now docked at Starbase 259. Obviously, we're in need of some repairs, which I hope ot have completed within the next few days at most. Before anyone goes on shoreleave, I need a report from each department. Enjoy your shoreleave; you'll be notified when we're ready to leave. Kersare out."

After her announcement, Isabel glanced around the bridge. The officers seemed a little disappointed about the report requirement, but still relieved at the notion of time off. She smiled and nodded to those she passed and headed into her Ready Room.

<<Ready Room, 1136, Day 1>>

Once the doors swished closed behind her, Isabel went behind her desk and sat down. She frowned slightly as she saw the stack of PADDs in front of her. Undoubtedly, they were comprised of damage reports and transfer orders. And soon, she'd have even more.

By the looks of things, it'd be awhile before she got to enjoy shoreleave, assuming she got to at all. Such was the life of a Commanding Officer, Isabel supposed. At this point, she'd be happy with some rest, though she had a feeling that wouldn't come easily to her anyway.

Isabel glanced through the names on the transfer orders....

-Lieutenant Yrel Sovereign to Malinche - Chief Science Officer
-Lieutenant Commander Amanda Darkhelm off Malinche
-Ensign Lynn Quarterstaff to Malinche - Medical Officer
-Ensign Hac Tredon to Malinche - Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
-Lieutenant Cameron Fairbairn to Malinche - Chief Medical Officer
-Lieutenant Cheetara Thundera off Malinche
-Lieutenant James Benson III to Malinche - Chief Security/Tactical Officer
-Lieutenant Josephine Armand to Malinche - Chief Counselor
-Lieutenant JG Debora Angelini to Malinche - Chief Diplomatic Officer

She shook her head, an awful long list. A few things stood out... While she lost her Chief Medical Officer and Chief Security/Tactical Officer, they'd already been replaced... Isabel had only had a Counselor or Diplomatic Officer once, and in those cases, only briefly. Seemed to be an interesting mix, at least.

Glancing through the list again, a name caught Isabel's eye - Cameron Fairbairn... She hadn't seen him since the USS Cheyenne, when Derek... Isabel took a deep breath. It had been a hard time, and Cameron had helped her through it the best he could. It was interesting that now he'd be on her ship.

Other than Yrel and Cameron, Isabel didn't recognize any of the other names. Soon she would though; between reviewing their service records and hopefully meeting with them.

All in good time, she reminded herself. First she should go through the damage reports. By the time she was through those though, the department reports would probably be rolling in.

At some point Isabel also wanted to talk to Mason about a Second Officer. In her opinion, it was about time the Malinche had one. She made a mental note to meet up with him at some point during Shoreleave to discuss it.

Sighing, Isabel began going through the PADDs.

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Post: # 1225Post Abubakar
Sun Nov 26, 2006 7:20 am

ON: Washington. 0300. Day One.

Jaran was the first to speak as the voice filled the shuttle; "Starbase 259 to Federation Shuttlecraft. Identify."

He pressed the recipricol comms control; "This is the Shuttlecraft Washington belonging to Starship Malinche and Lieutenant Iiad Renar."
Everyone in the shutltle shot him a questioning look.
"The Malinche came under heavy fire whilst we were on patrol at the edge of the Diredi system. We evacuated on this heading."

"Recieved Washington. Standby for transport. Do you require medical assistance?"

Jaran looked around the shuttle insinctively. It also troubled him that they were going to transport, it was standard proceedure for this scenario, but Jaran would have preferred to have to fight his way out of a shuttlebay than have to try to react quickly after beaming in somewhere.

"Negative control. We are all ok. Have you heard from the Malinche?" Jaran tried to sound panicked, in truth it wasn't all that hard with it not being far removed from the truth.

"Briefly Lieutenant. We dispatched two Starships, they're all due back later this morning."

Jaran nodded deep in thought, from the sound of the guy - it seemed 259 were not aware of the truth, that gave them a certain amount of time...

"Good. We're ready for transport." He stepped back and turned to face the group.
"We'll split, and all try to secure a ship. Malinche will be here sometime soon, but there's no guarentee they won't get a message out before then. Let's work fast."

"When we get a ship - where do we head?" James asked, looking sllightly worried.

Jarans body tensed; "Romulan Space." Everyone looked shocked. "We'll settle on one of the outer worlds, lay low for a few months, then whatever..."

Jaran couldn't give a targs vomit where the hell the rest of them went. He had only one destination in mind; Bajor.

The transporter beam took hold and they found themselves in a transporter room, much larger than those on the Malinche, there were three people waiting for them; some kind of command officer, a medic and a security CPO.

"Welcome to Starbase 259" the man with the red collar said as he stepped forward. Jaran shook his hand and clocked his pips. "I'm Lieutenant Aaron Jones, one of the bases liason officers, would you care to come this way... we need to check you over in medical"

Jaran started to walk with him. "Really that's not necessary, we didn't encounter any trouble."

Lieutenant Jones opened his mouth to object, probably far too diplomaticaly.

"but" Jaran interupted. "If you'll allow us to get some rest and..." he looked to the group and then back to Jones, grinning, "...a stiff drink. We'll report to medical this afternoon."

Jones smiled, he was so young and clearly very naive, "Very well Lieutenant. And when you're done please contact myself, the Station Exec' will want to debreif you."

Jaran nodded and smiled back, the two groups nodded to eachother and went seperate ways down the corridor. Once they were out of audible range he started to speak.

"Alright, find the shittiest seediest bar you can and look for the scumiest excuse for a corporeal being you can find - chances are they'll be able to secure us a ship. Rendevous back here in 3 hours."

The group all nodded and departed. Jaran headed straight for the logistics office - if there was a civillian ship headed anywhere the Bajoran system he had to get on it, one way or another.

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Post: # 1226Post Hunt
Sun Nov 26, 2006 3:31 pm

<<Hunt?s Office, 1137 Day 1>>

Mason was reading threw numerous report s on his desk. The pile never seemed to go down and he was getting a bit weary of one dry report after the other. While he was reading he stopped for one brief moment reflecting back how so many of the Malinche former crew members had left. It was like each including Mason was part of a large family with some of its children leaving the nest.

In fact command took it upon themselves to send the Malinche new replacements. Mason was looking forward to seeing and meeting each of them. After only ten minutes he was finally done needing to rub his eyes from the fatigue, Mason walked over to the replicator for a bite to eat. He wasn?t in the mood for his usual eggs, bacon and ham croissant with coffee. Instead he ordered some wheat toast and some orange juice.

This change was brought on by his upcoming physical next week. He could imagine what the doc would say about his cholesterol levels no doubt being so high. ?Computer, display the current duty roster in sequence.? Ordered Mason sipping his orange juice. Everything on the list was pretty routine in itself. However there was one item he had forgotten and that was the picking of a new second officer for the Malinche.

Hunt knew for sometime that Kersare had been thinking about it since it would indeed help the command structure grow to knew and better heights. ?Computer, turn the monitor off and exit.? The doors opened and the screen shut down per Mason?s orders as he stepped into the lift heading back up the bridge.

As he got there he did not Kersare anywhere to be found until his hunches led him to the ready room doors. He rang the door chime awaiting for her to open the door.

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Post: # 1227Post Barrett
Sun Nov 26, 2006 11:00 pm

<<USS Malinche>>
<Corridor, 1145, Day 1>

"All things considered, it could have bee worse," Joey (NPC) pointed out, handing Jason another gel pack.

"Thats true...still I can't believe that Jaran tried to take over the ship and that they just poof appeared and took Commander Darkhelm from us."

Truthfully, Jason felt guilty as all hell. He knew that Amanda had made some sort of deal with the Maran government when he was given his new arm and that part of that deal was that seh owed them a large favor. Why they choose to collect it now, well that was somethign that Jason had no idea about.

"So, are you and Adam (NPC) doing anything special for this shoreleave?"

"Not that I am aware of," Jason responded. "Why did you have something in mind...personally, I thought that you would be getting off this ship and exploring the company of the station."

"I am not that big of a horn dog," Joey snapped.

Jason just smiled. "Want to hand me that spanner and we can get this done."

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Post: # 1229Post Abubakar
Mon Nov 27, 2006 3:05 pm

ON: Cargo Bay. 10:20. Starbase 259. Day One.

Jaran stepped sideways, the shadows moving across him, blanketing him. He found odd comfort in the shadows, he scared himself at realizing that were he not here for a purpose he would probably still feel very content waiting, watching, staying in the unseen dark.

His subject walked slowly, meandering around smaller containers that were strewn over the remote and fairly empty cargo bay.

After a long morning, Tak (NPC) was going through his supplies one last time. The new shipment had come in during the night and though he'd overseen it himself, he wanted to be sure he'd gotten everything. Some of the items were quite rare and would catch a good price when he resold them.

Jaran inwardly sighed, it was time, he could almost smell the sweet mowba-tinged air coming down the Kendra Mountains onto the flat plains below. He stepped sideways again forward, making a mental note of bringing a sick looking combat knife to the front of his waist in its holster.
He unsheathed it and began to throw and catch it, his boots knocking loudly on the floor. Keeping his eyes locked on the knife, he said with a hint of danger; ?Isn?t it amazing what you can find kicking around an old base like this??

Tak wheeled around, seeing the Bajoran tossing a dagger. "Amazing indeed." He kept his eyes on the man, regarding him suspiciously and leaned back against a crate - verifying that his own weapon was indeed in his waistband

Jaran, in keeping his eye on the dagger, caught the slightest twitch from the Ferengi?s hand. He grabbed the knife with his right hand and shot it quickly to his left. ?I assure you it would be useless, there is someone else watching you, an?associate, he hasn?t fired a Tholian particle incinerator for a very long time and afraid it wouldn?t take much for him to succumb to his urge??

Eyes narrowing, Tak replied, "Get to the point."

Jaran raised the knife and eyed the sharp tip. "Hmm..." he made a contemplative noise. He slowly placed steps forward, very gradually closing the distance. "I've been watching you, Tick, and I know what you're all about..." Jaran looked to the knife once more, he flicked his wrist and sent the blade shooting for Tak's wrist, it hit target and missed the skin, penetrating his clothes and pinning his arm, Jaran jumped forward and seized the other arm before it could reach the holstered weapon. "You're gonna get me a ship, a fast one, and it's gonna happen in the next hour." Jaran bared his teeth, in the heat of the moment more than anything. His eyes were wide, he could feel the power of the Kosst spurring him on; he was going home...

Tak wasn't stupid enough to correct the Bajoran's calling him the wrong name. On the other hand, he could smell a deal a long way off, "And what kind of compensation do I get for finding you a ship? Don't try to use simply my life as a bargaining chip. You could've contacted any number of dealers here to get what you want who would've done it for simply their lives, but you didn't. You came to me, a Ferengi. So let's hear it."

Jaran reached down and unclipped the weapon, he used his other hand to yank the knife free as he stepped back, a large step. Jaran eyed the Ferengi, he was pretty much out of options, not killing the poor bugger was pretty much all he had to go with. A thought flashed across his mind. If he was caught he'd be executed, but then he didn't plan on getting caught did he. Jaran reached inside his trouser pocket. Out came a small, black device with a few buttons. "Very soon, the starship Malinche will be docking. I'm sure a man of your talents can sneak into a shuttlebay right?" Jaran, even with his own personal ethics, could feel every fiber telling him not to go any further, but he had to get off the station.

"Of course I can," Tak said quickly, somewhat offended at the implication he couldn't.

Jaran nodded slowly. "Good." he held up the device in clear sight. "This will, once activated, deactivate a special cloaking device of a prototype Starfleet fighter stored in the Malinche shuttlebay. It is virtually undetectable, and can disable a starship without firing a shot..." He was hedging a lot on this, if Tak didn't take the deal he would need to be killed. He whispered one word, hoping Taks connections were as deep as he thought; "Arrowhawk."

Though Tak kept a straight face, his mind raced at what the Bajoran was supposedly offering. What he alone could do with such a craft was staggering...and when he tired of it, the price it would claim would be high. "And how do I know it's the real thing?"

The only card Jaran had to play was weak, about a 2 of hearts of the scheme of things, "Honor amongst thieves Tick" Jaran caught the twitches on the guys face, he was practically gagging for the control. "And to make it a bit more mutual, you retain the startup codes for the ship you're gonna get me, send them to me when you're sitting inside Arrowhawk. But remember that if you leave - I'll be very quick off the mark to Captain Kersare exactly how to find that ship, and you won't get far, not with all those other ships out there, able to close a net very quickly..."

Tak nodded, "A deal it is. Give me the control and I'll find you the fastest ship I can. I'll send a business partner to escort you to it. How many will be boarding?"

Jaran immediately caught it; "Once I'm inside the ship, you'll get the control. Not-before." He put the control back in his pocket. "Just me." he answered.

Well, the Bajoran wasn't a fool. Then again, if he truly had the Arrowhawk, that was no surprise. "Fine, fine. We'll meet back here in an hour. Don't forget your part of the bargain," Tak said.

Jaran nodded. "Nor yours." He tossed the mans weapon back to him and re-sheathed his own knife. "Double cross me, and I promise you, you'll die this day"

Tak smiled, a big toothy smile, "I won't forget, Mr..."

"Akintade, Kayode Akintade" Jaran replied. Almost recoiling from the sight of that disgusting set of teeth. Jaran turned and stepped back into the shadows before silently slipping away and through a maintenance hatch.

Part of Tak was glad when he sensed the Bajoran, whose name was certainly not Akintade, recoiling. Now though, he had some work to do. His weapon now re-sheathed, Tak headed out of the cargo bay to find a ship to complete the deal.

A JP by.... dun-der-dundun...

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Post: # 1231Post Sovereign
Tue Nov 28, 2006 10:35 am

<<Yrel's Quarters, USS Malinche, 0923 hours, Day 1>>

It was a real shame. After all that had been yesterday: from catching up with her new ship of service, trying to help in their need of a science officer, and then taking command while staring down the Borg, it was an absolute shame that Yrel had only managed to get only eight hours of sleep during the night in her elaborate and comfortable new quarters.

When Kersare had relieved her of command, much to Yrel's relief, she had also given most of the senior staff the option of not having to come back on duty right at 0800 hours. Yrel took her up on the offer, almost too fast for her own good. When she got to her quarters and tossed her bag on the couch, she pratically tore her uniform off, dove for the sonic shower and flopped onto the bed right after that. Not the most mature way to act for a woman of over a hundred and fifty years. But DAMN, she was beat. It wasn't until the middle of the night that she realised she hadn't even set the quarters temperature high enough when she started to feel a chill on her exposed skin.

Yrel tossed off the blanket covers and sat up, yawning while she did so.

"Computer, time," she asked, her voice a groggy mess.

"The time is oh-nine hundred twenty-three hours."

She stood up, letting her red hair fall all over the place, but mostly along the right side of her face, concealing her right eye, and walked over pick up the discarded uniform. Placing it in the repilcator, she called for a replacement. She got dressed when the replacement materialised.

<Science Lab, 1121 hours>

Yrel entered the science lab with a plate full of fruits. She loved to have them most for breakfast. It seemed so much healthier than what she'd normally had have back home.

'Home. Don't get started on that again...' she thought. What had made her command worse than it had already become was that dream of Dyle and a mysterious man...and the pregnancy.

The shook her head and with the unnerving thoughts that it stirred in her.

"Morning, Lieutenant," an operations officer greeting. Yrel hadn't even really noticed him until now. He wasn't the only one present. There were a total of two yellow uniforms and a teal. All of them were cleaning up the mess that had at one time been the lab, as well as reorienting the labs systems.

"Mmmomigg," she replied, mouth full of some exotic fruit from Risa. She swallowed, and smiled. "Sorry... Morning. How goes my lab?"

"She'll be ready by...uh...the end of shoreleave? Maybe?"

"Oh, well...that sucks. Guess I'll just-"

"All hands, this is the Captain. We are now docked at Starbase 259. Obviously, we're in need of some repairs, which I hope ot have completed within the next few days at most. Before anyone goes on shoreleave, I need a report from each department. Enjoy your shoreleave; you'll be notified when we're ready to leave. Kersare out."

"-do my report to the captain before I go on shoreleave..." she rolled her eyes at the interuption. She picked up a PADD, walked over to the one console desk that wasn't in the fray of repairs, set her plate down, sat down herself and got to work.
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Post: # 1232Post Angelini
Tue Nov 28, 2006 1:45 pm

ON:
[USS Malinche, Day 1]

Mark looked outside his office window, into the space. He considered that the meeting that was about to start wouldn?t be end nice, considering how he disliked diplomatic officers. From what he had read about Angelini in the Intelligence Files, the meeting would at the very least animated. He shrugged. That was not a novelty to him. No one liked Intelligence Officers either. The office bell chirped. Mark turned around and sat behind his desk. ?Enter!?

Debora walked in and saw the officer, "Hey there." she said nicely. She walked and took a seat infront of his desk.

Mark?s eyebrow went up. ?That?s very informal of you, Lieutenant Angelini, considering this the first we meet. Not only that, you know this meeting is, for lack of a better term, an interrogation for security purposes, aren?t you??

Debora signed..."I was only trying to be polite and make it less problematic." She got up, and cleared her throat, "ehum...Lt. jg Debora Angelini Chief Diplomatic Officer USS Malinche." She said with a smile.

Grayson but his hands on the desk. ?Problematic? What would be problematic, Lieutenant Angelini? Maybe because your family is involved in shady deals??, said him voice devoid of emotion.

Debora started laughing..."You got to be kidding me huh?"

Mark?s face darkened. ?Do you I look to you person that kids around, Lieutenant??

"Ok maybe not...sorry...look what did I do?"

?What did you do??, repeated Mark, shaking his head. ?Nothing and its my job to make sure you never going to ?do? anything ever, especially if your family get involved in your highly confidential job, understand, Angelini??

"Why are you so paranoid?" She asked him.

?You were an intell officer, right?? was Mark?s response, ignoring Angelini?s question.

"Yes but I was not paranoid."

?That?s why you are a ?diplomatic? officer now, Lieutenant. Diplomatic officers are officers that aren?t good in anything but talk?, provoked Mark, grabbing a PADD. ?So, how high is your level of clearance, regarding confidential files??

Debora smiled, "I like you Mark."

Grayson raised his eyes, surprised. ?What? What game are you playing, Angelini? The Femme Fatale doesn?t work with me?

Debora looked at him, and then moved closer to him, "You are paranoid, and I suggest you snap out of it."

Mark?s face became expressionless. ?So far, you?re not giving me a reason to think you?re not a security risk for this ship, Lieutenant. If anything, you?re just avoid my questions. Moreover? If I?m paranoid, you?re na?ve. You seem to have forgotten all the lessons about counterespionage, infiltration and security. Are you sure you were an intelligence officer?? He stopped by a second. ?I suggest you stop calling me paranoid and focus on your own mind. Do you still have a bad temper, Lieutenant??

Debora looked at him, "I'm Italian of course I have a temper....and as for security risk, my record is clean, I have never placed my ship in jeopardy, and yes I did serve as Assistant to the Chief, and my record in that department is outstanding and my clearance is high, in fact I have the same clearance as you do. And I have not forgotten my training. The question is why are you eager to find something about me that will prove to your delusion that I am a threat. What is it about me that may threaten the ship?"

Mark smirked. Finally, a reaction. ?I?m not trying to prove anything? I?m just making an assessment to check if you can be a threat to this ship in the future or not?, he said. ?Oh, just for the record, all that you said, I already knew. I just wanted to know how long would avoid answering my questions. Now I know.? The spook looked at his PADD again. ?I?m satisfied with your answers, Lieutenant. Do you have any questions or you want call me paranoid one last time before you go??, asked Mark dryly.

Debora slapped his face. "You better wise up and never piss of an Angelini..."

Mark eyes widened as his face reddened because of the slap. He took a deep breath before saying anything. He considered his words carefully. ?Lieutenant, are you aware you just hit a fellow officer and I could put you on charges??, said him finally, toneless.

"Yes...but I hope you know I only slap those I like." She smile and moved down and kissed the cheek she slapped. "And I hope that snapped you out of your paranoia.?

This time, Mark Grayson II was without words. That had caught him totally unprepared and it showed in his face. To get slapped, yes, he was kind of expecting that? But a kiss on the cheek from the same woman had just slapped? What were the odds? He glared at her for another moment. ?I?m not paranoid and? Well? I guess I can?t complain. You met me for five minutes and you already like me and even kissed me.?

"And I hope I made a friend in those five minutes?" She said with a smile.

Mark shrugged. ?That, I?m afraid to say, remains to be seen. Let?s just say you?re not a suspect anymore?. He offered her a little smile.

Debora nodded, "Well that is a step in the right direction right?"

The spook shrugged again. "Looking in perspective, being slapped then kissed is, no doubt, a step in the right direction?, answered Mark. Was she flirting with him? He had that distinct feeling that she was. ?I?m sorry to say, Lieutenant, but I still have some people that still have to slap? I mean to talk to me. I hope you don?t mind if cut this conversation short??

"Not at all." Debora said with a smile. and headed for the door and turned around when the doors slid open, "Oh Mark remember...Friends are for now...Italian friends are for life...thought I give you the warning." She nodded and left the office..

Mark Grayson II leaned back on his chair. Well, that was unexpected. He knew about her temper, but, he clearly had miscalculated her reaction. Moreover, he had to admit to himself that Debora Angelini was a beautiful woman and it had shown for him a much unexpected interest. So, what to do? Mark sighed. His first instinct told him not to trust her, but, there was something on her that Mark felt appealing. He rubbed his cheek and shook his head. Italians?

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Post: # 1239Post Benson
Wed Nov 29, 2006 1:08 pm

ON:
<<USS Malinche, Docking Port A, 1145, Day 1>>

James had heard that the Malinche was back in port, his new ship, the new assignment. Yep, it was here and ready. He took a deep breath and nodded to himself reassuringly. Each new assignment for him was like being fresh from the academy, and he always wanted to make a good impression. Every commander had an idea what their Chief Tactical Officer was supposed to be like, what they were supposed to act like, and he hated to disappoint. The Texan tipped back his stetson hat and walked up the ramp carrying his belongings.

He stopped when he got to the ship and saluted the deck officer who snapped off a crisp military salute in return.

"Lieutenant Benson, reporting for duty as the Chief Tactical Officer of the USS Malinche." Said Benson.

The deck officer checked over the roster and nodded.

"Yes sir, report in to your quarters and make your way to the bridge." He responded. The Texan nodded and tipped his hat, making his way into the interior of the ship.

Isabel sighed as she placed the last of the transfer orders in a separate pile on her desk. A new one had arrived when she was halfway through - apparently a new Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer. At some point, she'd have to meet all of them, unless they sought her out first.

Having ditched his hat and his bags in his new quarters, and wasting no time, Benson marched straight to the nearest turbolift, taking it up to the bridge of the ship. When he stepped off he looked around at the bridge. Quite different than what he was used to, but then again the Prometheus was on... no, WAS the cutting edge of Federation technology. It was magnificent. His eyes searched around and he found the Captain's ready room, walking over and taking a deep breath as his finger tapped the chime.

Hearing the door chime, Isabel sat up a little straighter, "Enter."

Benson stepped forward as the doors hissed on either side. He stepped in and saw a dark haired young woman sitting behind a desk with four gold shiny pips on her collar. James snapped to salute.

"Lieutenant James Samuel Benson reporting for duty as Chief Tactical Officer ma'am!" He barked out, his frame rigid and stocky. The form fitting uniform definitely did him justice and his blue eyes staring straight forward.

Isabel blinked once, not used to the rigidity, "At ease, Lieutenant. I may be the Captain, but we are on shoreleave and we're not on the bridge." She smiled, "I'm Captain Isabel Kersare, as I'm sure you're aware. Have a seat, Mr. Benson."

"Yes ma'am." James nodded to both her order and to indicate that he was indeed aware of who she was. The dark haired man took a seat in front of her.

"It's a pleasure to be here ma'am." He said.

"Glad to have you with us, Mr. Benson. I've read through your file and you seem to be more than capable. You mentioned Chief Tactical Officer?" Isabel looked at him, wondering if he'd not gotten revised orders considering Cheetara's departure.

"Yes ma'am, my orders stated that you needed a good hand at Tactical and they sent me from Betazed. Been a long trip ma'am." Said James, nodding sharply. Even sitting he might as well have been standing and saluting for the amount of discipline he was exhibiting.

"I'm sure it was," Isabel nodded understandingly. "Can't say I've made that trip myself, but I'm sure it was tiring. Let me try this one more time - I'd appreciate it if you would save the ma'am for when we're on the bridge or on duty. Also, I recently found out that my Chief Security Officer has been transferred. Would you be willing to take on those responsibilities as well?"

"Yes ma'am... uh I mean.... Yes Captain. Sorry..." He said, fumbling about as he pondered what to call her if not ma'am, then probably Captain was right out the window too.

"I'd be happy to take on security as well. I'm well versed in security protocols and maneuvers Captain." He said, hazarding a slight guess at calling her Captain that she might not be so offended by that.

Hearing James stumble for what to call her, Isabel took the initiative, "Feel free to call me either Isabel or Captain, whichever you're more comfortable with. Or, if you decide on Captain, but later wish to call me Isabel, feel free. I try to have open communication with my officers and though I am technically higher ranked, it would make me feel more comfortable to simply be me when off duty." She smiled, hoping he'd understand where she was coming from. Part of her wanted to remain somewhat distant - it was hard getting close to people after her husband's death, but she didn't like the isolated feeling of just being higher ranked. "As for the position, after reading your file, I have no doubt you'll excel at both."

"Thank you... Isabel." He said, choosing the second name and the solid block of frozen discipline that had been his face melted a bit into a warm smile.

"I'll do my best for you aboard the Malinche." He reassured her.

Glad to see James finally relaxing, Isabel returned the smile, "I have no doubt you will, Mr. Benson. Unfortunately, a situation has occurred that may need your attention, or at the least, your thoughts regarding it."

"What's up?" James asked, perking up now. His first piece of work. The Texan leaned forward and folded his hands expectantly.

"First, let me ask you...have you had a chance to review the files of any of the Malinche staff?" Isabel didn't expect him to have gone through all of them by any means. "Specifically the file of Lieutenant Abubakar?"

"No ma'am, I only just arrived aboard. After I got on the ship, I stowed my bags and made my way here." He said, now cursing himself mentally for not taking that initiative.

"That's fine. I wasn't sure if you would have had time to, and really, you were under the impression you would soley have the tactical responsibilities. During our last mission, a situation arose involving Mr. Abubakar... He was on the Malinche and in charge, until he decided he didn't want to obey my orders," Isabel began.

"I see... I trust Mister Abubakar is enjoying the hospitality of a brig nearby?" He said.

Isabel sighed, "He was. It seems he got the assistance of about ten fellow crewmembers and escaped. People were injured, one of my shuttlebays is seriously damaged... He and what was left of his group stole three shuttles and escaped. One of the shuttles was hit and ended up burning up in Direidi's atmosphere. Abubakar was injected with a tracing element, which I believe has worn off by now."

"And now you'd like me to hunt the traitor down and bring him in for a court martial." Said Benson, drawing a conclusion.

"I received a message from someone on one of the remaining shuttles that led me to believe they were heading here, to Starbase 259. I'm assuming Abubakar will want to get away as quickly as possible, meaning he'll need to find a ship. I would like you to find him, but I also want to know who was involved and how something like this could happen so it doesn't happen again," Isabel replied.

"I'll get on it ma'am. I'll speak with station security to alert them of the information. I'd also like to contact your Intelligence Officer to get their help. I'm not sneaky enough to gather information... quietly." James said with a nod. It was a weakness to be sure, but one he readily admitted to.

Isabel nodded, "The station should be aware, but it would be good to make sure my message got through. Mr. Grayson is our Chief Intelligence Officer - I believe he's still on board," Isabel informed him. Thus far, it seemed StarFleet had chosen well placing James on her ship. Time would tell, but he seemed very well aware of his abilities and weaknesses, which was an advantage for him.

"Then if there's nothing further Isabel..." Said James, standing up and raising his hand in a salute.

"I have a posse to form to hunt down a rat." Said the Texan, his southern drawl creeping into his voice.

Isabel nodded, "Good luck. Please keep me updated on your progress. And it was a pleasure to meet you."

"It was good to meet you too." Said James turning on his heel to walk out of the ready room. It was time to go hunting... yee haw.

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Post: # 1240Post Grayson
Wed Nov 29, 2006 2:49 pm

<<<USS Malinche, 1800, day 1>>
<<Intelligence Office>>

Mark Grayson II shook his head. He hated to review new senior officer?s records. It was so tiresome. He had cleared three of them. The rest were pending an interview.

The whole purpose of the interview was to provoke the officer enough to make him show his real face, temper and reaction. It was dirty job and Mark didn?t appreciate doing that. But, it was his job to make sure they weren?t a risk for the ship? The Dominion War had tough him that sometimes people weren?t what they appeared to be. Literally.

The screen attached to his desk blinked. ?Message Incoming from the Maran Republic Homeworld?, said the computer.

?Identify the origin and person transmitting?, ordered Mark, already suspecting who could it be trying to talk to him..

?Unable to comply. Security protocol seven alpha epsilon tango marx is active?, answered the computer.

?Nice, now the call it ?tango-marx? too?, muttered the spook. ?Computer complete the transmission?.

The screen blinked and a very familiar face appeared before Mark Grayson. ?So, it is you. I thought we had decided not to communicate until everything was in place?, said Mark.

?We also decided that if something happened that we couldn?t handle, you would be called to solve it.?, replied the person.

Grayson leaned back on his chair. ?How bad is it??

?Do you remember that simulation we did back at the beginning? The worst case scenario??

Mark?s eyes glowered in anger. ?When we created the agency, there was a reason why you were put in charge over the office in Maran. Now you?re telling me that you couldn't avoid the worst thing we could think of??

?Mark?, blurted the person. ?Someone else is here and its influencing things. We can?t find who is it, but, I?m sure there are Federation people in it?.

?There always is?, retorted Mark. ?So, you want me to flush them out??

?Yes, that?s the plan?, responded the person.

The spook nodded slowly. ?Ok. We?re between assignments here. I guess I could take a side trip.?

The person nodded. ?Good?, the person start to motion to turn the screen but stopped. ?Oh, by the way, your friend Darkhelm is making waves.?

?How big waves??, asked Mark, dryly.

?Enough to attract a lot of attention. In fact, she had to go under and stay put for a few days.?

?That?s the Darkhelm I know?, said Mark with an amused tone. ?We could be in Maran in four days maybe a lot less if I can get my hands on that special shuttle parked on this ship deck?, he completed, changing the focus of the conversation.

?We??, asked the person. ?You?re not talking? He?ll never agree.?, said the person.

Mark shook his head. ?Leave that to me. I see you when I see you. Until then, try no to destroy all we worked our butts off to build.?

He cut the connection and sighed. No rest for the wicked. He pressed his badge.

=/\= Grayson to Barrett. Could you meet me in my office? I have a matter of utmost urgency to talk to you=/\=

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Post: # 1241Post Hawkins
Wed Nov 29, 2006 3:01 pm

<<USS Malinche, Transporter Room 1, Day 1, 1206>>

Jack stepped off the transporter pad and slung his bag over his shoulder, he glanced towards the Transporter chief and nodded his thanks before heading through the door, his feet making a light thud on the thin carpeting on the deck.

He had been stuck on that Starbase for what felt like an eternity, it wasn't that he had any problem staying in one place for too long; it was the fact that he had no direction while he was there, he just spent 3 weeks twiddling his thumbs and waiting for a new assignment. But finally he had been given one, and what an assignment it was.

He continued down the hallway looking around and appreciating one of the most advanced ships in the fleet, his previous assignment had been on the Nebula class USS Indiscernible, he had never really taken to the Nebula class, it just seemed a bit too big, even after being there for 2 years he still found himself getting lost, to this day he didn?t know where cargo bay 4 was.

Jack stopped at one of the computer panels that lined the walls of the corridor, he shifted the duffle bag on his shoulder, being careful not to poke the points of the ice skates he was carrying there into his back. His leather jacket creaked as he reached for the console, he had literally only received his orders an hour ago and then gone to pack his bag, meaning, as he stood in this corridor he was in civilian clothing.

He?d been in Starfleet now for going on 6 years and he had to admit, he still wasn't comfortable in uniform, he just preferred his own clothes, it was one of the perks of being a detective. He punched the requisite buttons on the panel and the screen display changed to map with a flashing line leading to his assigned quarters, he made a mental note and began walking to the turbolift.

As he arrived at the door Jack pushed the call button and a second later the door swished open, revealing an attractive young science officer, he offered the ensign a smile and stepped through the door as she returned the smile.

?Deck 4? Jack ordered the lift as it hummed into movement of a very brief trip down one deck, he politely smiled back at the ensign as he walked out the now open door.

He walked down the corridor, once again shifting the duffle bag on his shoulder, a couple of corners later and he arrived at his assigned quarters, he opened the door. Despite the ship being very much geared towards conflict, its interior was surprising, the walls were mostly light beige and the lighting scheme was similarly bright, this theme continued into Jacks quarters.

Jack fully entered the room, swinging the bag down from his shoulder along the way, he deposited the skates by the door and walked to the bed, he placed the bag down as he surveyed his new room. It was smaller than his quarters on the Indiscernible, but the d?cor was both nicer and lighter, the main room possessed both the bed at one end and a small seating an desk area at the other.

Jack headed towards the replicator which was also located in this area, ?Coffee, Black?, the replicator beeped is confirmation and the mug appeared from behind a veil of swirling lights. He picked up the mug and headed towards the window occupying much of the wall opposite the door, he looked out at the worker bees and engineers in EVA suits busy repairing various systems as he took a sip of the coffee, ?Bleugh! Or not?.? He said screwing up his face at the unpleasant coffee, he decided to chalk the point for replicators up to the nebula class.
He return the mug to the replicator as he made his way into the adjacent bathroom, he would have a shower, change into uniform and then start exploring his new assignment?.

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Post: # 1246Post Kersare
Thu Nov 30, 2006 7:33 pm

<<Just outside Captain's Ready Room, 1215, Day 1>>

Josephine had taken a look at her new office and already started on the first steps of redecorating but first she wanted to do things right. She was in full uniform, had her hair in a ponytail (as was expected from starfleet personnel) and full of confidence. Ok the confidence part wasn't that big but at least there was some. She pressed the chime and waited for an answer from within.

Putting down yet another PADD, Isabel sighed quietly. This was going to be a long day. "Enter."

The doors slid open and Josephine slowly stepped in to the ready room, "Lieutenant Josephine Armand, reporting for duty ma'am"

Isabel nodded, "Welcome aboard, Lieutenant, please have a seat."

Josephine blinked a bit before sitting now, it was normal for the CO to introduce him or herself as well, although often there was no need. Josie made a mental note, she could use this in her psych eval on the Captain.

"As I'm sure you're aware, I'm Captain Isabel Kersare. When we're not on the bridge or on duty, feel free to drop the "ma'am" or Captain. Did you have a long journey here to rendezvous with us?" Isabel hoped Josephine's journey was shorter than James'...

"I came from Earth..." Josephine responded, remembering what she had to do there "...some family business to attend" she simply explained, while the real reason wasn't so simple. Her brother was on the USS Pegasus when it disappeared in the Mirror-Universe, when the vessel returned she found out that her brother had not survived.

Isabel smiled, "It's been awhile since I've been on Earth. Did you come straight to my Ready Room?"

Josie shook her head "I've been on the starbase since last night..." she responded "...and I visited my office this morning, see what my new home would look like" she smiled a bit to the captain "I figured you had enough work without me disrupting you, ma'am"

"I prefer to meet my new crewmembers, Ms. Armand. But I appreciate your consideration. What did you think of the office? I'm afraid we've not had a counselor for awhile, so it might not be at its best," Isabel said apologetically.

"It will do Ma'am" Josie responded "with a few personal touches it'll be perfect" she added in a smile. She was a bit unsure what the captain thought of her but she was certain to uphold that image.

"Good, if there's anything you need, please let me know," Isabel replied. It had been awhile since a counselor had been on her ship, though it was probably good that Josephine was here, considering the recent events. "We're currently on shoreleave, but if you get a chance, you might want to stop in sickbay. Recently there were some...difficult events that resulted in several crewmembers ending up in sickbay. I believe there's currently an Ensign Quarterstaff in charge, though Lieutenant Fairbairn will be the Chief Medical Officer once he arrives."

Josie nodded "I will, ma'am" she answered to both accounts. But she didn't get up yet, while the last comment by the captain was clearly rounding off their conversation "I was wondering though, when was the last time you had a counsellor evaluate you?" she asked.

"It's been awhile, at least since we last had a Chief Counselor," Isabel said honestly. The thought of having a session right now didn't really appeal to her... Before she hadn't minded counselors that much, but after her husband's death her view had been skewed. Deep down, Isabel knew they were only trying to help, but that didn't mean they could.

"Would you have time now?" Josie then asked, knowing that most would try to postpone is as much as possible, as if that would help them or change anything.

Isabel hesitated slightly, looking at the stack of PADDs still sitting in front of her, "How long do your sessions usually last?"

"That depends on the people involved in the sessions..." Josie reacted honestly "...if they feel they have no problems whatsoever it usually takes longer"

Isabel knew she had some things to deal with, though she didn't see how that would necessarily make things go any faster. "Might as well go ahead, though I do need to meet with Commander Hunt soon," she said. She'd sent him a message right before James came in, asking him to meet with her when he got the chance, though she had no way of knowing if he'd gotten it yet.

"Well if you want you could come to my office on a more convenient time" Josephine responded "I would prefer that as well though, take you out of this environment... variation is healthy for the mind" she smiled and stood up.

Returning the smile, Isabel replied, "That I can do, Ms. Armand. Should I set up a time with you during shoreleave, or just come when I have some free time?"

"Come when you have free time, ma'am..." Josie responded "...although as Commanding Officer time might be limited for you..." she saluted casually "...I'll see you when you have the time"

"Very good. Thank you for stopping in," Isabel smiled. "Enjoy shoreleave."

Josie simply nodded, all she would be doing during shoreleave is going over past Psych evals of the crew and see where the pressure points were "And you, ma'am" she responded before stepping out of the ready room. <That didn't go all to bad now did it?> she thought to herself, with the feeling creeping up inside her that it did went bad and by this time tomorrow she would've been transferred.

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Post: # 1247Post Peters
Fri Dec 01, 2006 8:33 pm

ON: <Main Engineering, USS Malinche, 1215, Day 1>

Peters grumbled as he repaired about the 1500th severed connection of the day... and so far he hadn't gotten past this section. "I'm going to kill him," Peters groused, "I am definitely going to kill him whenever we find him."

"May I remind you that homicide is illegal, Lieutenant?" Serak said, in a still and very Vulcan, manner.

"I know, but he's got it coming... no jury of my peers would convict me. Although, I don't know how they'd scrape together 12 Chief Engineers to serve on the Jury, so then I might have a problem." Peters sighed.

"Indeed," Serak said. "And just who is it that has 'it' coming?"

"Abubakar, who else? Hand me that spanner there, would you?" Peters held out his hand.

"Regardless," Serak said as he handed over the requested tool, "I would not wish to see an officer with such a promising future waste his life over so foolish an emotion as vengeance."

Peters laughed abruptly, and then laughed as he closed the access panel. "You know, my Vulcan friend, you really know how to take the fun out of an idiom."

"Oh?" An eyebrow went up noticeably and the Vulcan turned to face Peters. "Please explain."

Smiling as he began gathering up his scattered tools, Peters looked Serak in the eye. "Let's get this cleaned up, and I'll explain on the way to the next junction. Deal?"

The other eyebrow went up. "Admirably efficient, for a Human. I believe the proper response would be to say that you have a deal."

Peters nodded and picked up his tool kit. "Right. Come on."

The pair walked out the door and into the corridor. Peters took a moment to collect his thoughts. After a moment, he looked towards the Vulcan.

"Alright," Peters started, "Basically, when a Human says that he's going to kill someone, in the manner that I did back there, it very rarely means that he literally intends that person harm. It's just a way of blowing off steam about something that the person has done that's caused the person saying it trouble... in the way that Abubakar caused me a lot of trouble with all the damage he did to the ship."

"I... see..." Serak said slowly. "So then, when you said you were going to 'beat the computer into submission' the other day, it was another way of 'blowing off steam?'"

"Exactly," Peters replied as they entered the next access point.

Peters set his tool kit down and kneeled in front of the first access panel. Prying it off, he surveyed the jumbled mass of what had once been an ODN relay. "Yeah... I'm definitely going to kill him."

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Post: # 1249Post Grayson
Sat Dec 02, 2006 4:42 pm

<<USS Malinche>>
<<Intelligence Office, 1245, Day 1>>

Lieutenant Mark Grayson II prepared himself to what he considered to be the toughest security check because James Benson III was not only an experienced security officer with knowledge in interrogation techniques, but, because the man was an example; the image of how a Starfleet Officer should be.

He sighed. He had no pleasure doing that and so far, he had been despised and slapped by the new senior officers. But, it had to be done. For the Malinche sake, not matter the consequences.

As soon Benson entered the room, Mark acknowledged his presence. ?Lieutenant Benson. You?re a bit later, aren?t you??

"I ran into someone out in the corridor that I needed to speak with." He said, referring to Angelini vaguely.

"I apologize for my tardiness Lieutenant, shall we get started?" Asked Benson.

"Yes, let's start. Have a seat, Lieutenant", said Mark, pouring himself some coffee. ?Something to drink, Lieutenant??, the Intel officer asked.

"That depends, Lieutenant. Is that coffee or motor oil?" Benson said, smirking a bit.

"I'll take a cup, black." He said.

Mark chuckled as he poured some coffee in another mug. ?So, how it feels, Lieutenant, to be back in space after spend some many time in Betazed??

"I'm glad to be away from an entire planet filled with mind readers... No privacy whatsoever..." Said James, shaking his head distastefully.

"One or two I can handle, I just stay away from them, but an entire planet, dear Lord, you can't even have the privacy of your own mind." Said James.

?In my line of work, Lieutenant, we learn some tricks that keep telepaths away from our heads?, replied Mark. ?People still call you the ?Texas Bonaparte???, asked Mark, with a grin.

"That they do... And with good reason." Said Jim, nodding with a smirk as he raised his coffee mug. It didn't surprise him at all that Grayson would know every last detail of his life.

"And please... call me Jim." Said Benson

Mark grin disappeared. ?I?m sorry, but I?m not here to be your friend. You should know that. I?m here to make sure you?re not a security risk, a spy?, he said. ?Do you think that is possible you gave away Federation critical information when you were in Betazed? After all, like you said yourself, how to maintain a secret in a planet full of telepaths??, asked Mark, expressionless.

James hardened and his eyes cracked at the edges taking on the Texan's typical gaze when someone questioned him.

"You may have all sorts of fancy mental techniques to block telepathy Lieutenant.... But I know a real easy way to do it... keep my mind on my work and nothin' else." Said James.

"I was tasked with upgrading their armory and defense systems. After the Dominion War Starfleet set out a program across all member worlds to refurbish and redesign the defense grids of all member and protectorate worlds." Said James with a solid nod.

Mark shrugged. ?That?s a pretty na?ve answer for a security officer. Come on, Benson, I?m talking about your job. You know how the entire Betazed Defense Grid is. Hell, you build it. Don?t you think that some people wouldn?t want to ?pick? your brain to gather that??, insisted Mark. ?Moreover, don?t you a man in your position should know more about how to protect your mind against mind probes??, insisted Mark, this time sharply.

"Sure... sure there are people that want to pick my brain... I'm sure there were more than a few spies here and there. Romulans masquerading as Vulcans. I'm sure there were. I'm dead sure of it. But I didn't get these two gold pips by bein' a substandard officer y'hear me buster?" James said, narrowing his eyes at the man.

The spook leaned back on his chair. ?Lieutenant, lieutenant?, said Mark, sounding disappointed. ?From someone people call ?Texas Bonaparte?, you really don?t see the obvious. Why do you think I?m here, talking to you like this??

James just glared daggers at the man. He should have expected no less than this runaround crap from a grey uniformed intelligence officer with a Bond complex.

Mark saw the man get angry and smirked. ?Now you got it, right? I?m sorry about the mind game lieutenant, but, some things had to be said and tested. Do you remember the Dominion War, right? Do you remember changelings? Do you remember the Parasite Invasion??, spoke Mark very serious. ?Do you remember every hidden threat we had to face to keep the Federation intact? Well, I do and it?s my damn job to make sure nothing of that will happen again, especially in here. I may not be the honorable war hero you are, but I did my part and I?ll keep doing my part, no matter how lowly do you think that is. Is that clear??

"Lieutenant... I go to sleep at night and smell the burning wreckage of past ships I served on. I was part of the battle to retake Deep Space Nine. I was there at Torros III. Don't EVER ask me if I remember the Dominion War... I only wish I could forget it." Said James icily as he turned on his heel, grabbing his reports and striding towards the doors out of the office.

Mark shook his head. Great. Another traumatized officer. ?Lieutenant Benson, we?re not through yet?, he called. ?I have one final question for you.?

James stopped but didn't turn around, he grit his teeth, about two seconds away from decking his smarmy junior officer.

?Do you think you?re the only one that can?t have a decent sleep because of the war??, asked Mark, this time his tone was soft and full of pain.

?No... No I don't Lieutenant... But I don't appreciate people questioning my commitment to my job, to the Federation, and to our security after everything people like us have been through... I'm sure you don't appreciate it either." Said James

?Of course you don?t appreciate. I was more than sure that wouldn?t appreciate. But that doesn?t mean I would stop doing my work because of that. You are a war hero, Benson. Someone people look for when there?s an open battle to be fought. You?re a symbol. It?s your burden?, Grayson replied, softly. ?My job isn?t something people know about. In fact, if someone finds out how I do my work, it means I failed. The point is, lieutenant, my burden is to be hated by officers like you. It?s part of my job. It?s not personal. It?s never personal. Remember that and we?ll be able to work together, alright??

"Lieutenant... If I hate you, it means I don't trust you, and if I don't trust you, it means I won't work with you... So you better damn well shape up your attitude with me... I don't trust information from people I don't like." Said Benson, turning to exit the 'interview' and head to his office.

"Lieutenant, do you really think there's something you know that I don't know?", asked Mark. "I'm not asking you to like me, or trust me. I'm just saying you'll need me a hell lot more than I'll need you. Keep that in mind."

Benson didn't even bother responding to that, walking out. He knew he needed other people. That was part of being a senior officer; that was part of being a department head, to rely on your subordinates, but to rely on someone who hates you? To rely on your enemy? That was something you only did when you wanted to defeat them, rely on and predict their movements. Benson shook his head and headed to his office.

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Post: # 1254Post Saunders
Sat Dec 02, 2006 7:50 pm

<Starbase 259, Day One 1259hours>

?Mother, I?m quite capable of looking after my self. Haven?t you got to like report to your ship or scrub a test tube or something?? Taya Saunders-O?Dell whined as her mother scoured the small wine merchant for a bottle of 2156 Meeson vineyard Shiraz. It was something of a tradition for Thea Saunders-O?Dell that with every place that she visited for the first time she would buy a new bottle of wine for her collection and she had heard on the ?grapevine? as it where that this merchant had recently taken delivery of a case of the aforementioned wine. ?No my dear, for the next 3 hours you get to spend all this lovely time with me. Now look over on that shelf for me and I?ll do you a deal, you find that bottle and I?ll talk your dad into letting you date that nice Andorian guy you?ve been drooling over for the last four weeks.? Thea retorted with a knowing wink. ?Mother!? ?Less talking more looking.?

As Thea continued to look through the musty bottles her husband walked into the Merchants he looked at Taya and placed a finger upon his lip before quietly wrapping his arms around his wife and leaning close to her ear ?You know you could just order in a bottle from Leytons.? Thea laughed before turning round to cuddle her husband. ?And where Doctor O?Dell would the fun be in that? You know I like my little ritual hunts.? ?That?s it, I?ve had enough I mean please, you shouldn?t be doing that sort of thing you?re old! It?s disgusting.? Taya remarked handing a bottle of the wine that Thea had been looking for to her father.

?You know you don?t really have to go onto the Malinche Thea, we could just send her to boarding school instead, or a nunnery, nunneries are good.? Ant remarked passing the bottle over to Thea who laughed. ?Or we could send her to live with your mother, but has she really been that bad?? Smiling she looked at the shop clerk. ?Ahhh a 2156, the lady has fine taste. Thirteen strips of Gold Pressed Latinum.? He stated handing over a PADD for Thea?s thumb print. ?The Lady also refuses to get ripped off, I?ll be paying eight strips and not a strip more.? The smile left her face to be replaced by a quirked eyebrow. ?Madam, surely you must understand?? ?I understand that if I wanted to I could order a case of 2156 Meeson Shiraz and not par anymore than 58 strips.? The clerk altered the PADD ?Fine, eight strips.?

With transaction complete Thea grasped the bottle as if it were a precious gem. ?Now Dr O?Dell how about you buy me lunch??

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Post: # 1255Post Hawkins
Sat Dec 02, 2006 8:04 pm

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Jack stood in front of the mirror and appraised himself, he?d changed into uniform but only as far as the grey undershirt, he used the mirror to place the requisite rank pips on his collar. He still wasn't used to seeing a second one there yet, after he requested a transfer and Captain more literally forced him into the transporter the last thing he expected was to later find out that Foster had put him up for promotion AFTER he had left.

He brushed a crease out of his shirt and returned to the main room, he picked up the uniform jacket of the back of the padded shirt and put it on, he debated doing it up, opting not to since he wasn?t due to be on duty until the night shift.

He then headed towards the door with dutifully open with its trademark ?whish?, walked out and down the corridor in the direction of the nearest turbolift, the corridors were a hub of activity, engineers and operations officers dashing all over carrying tools he would have no idea how to use, his engineering extension at the academy had not gone well, the poor cadet he was working with never did lose that twitch?

He arrived at the turbolift and stepped in, alone this time, ?Intelligence Office?, the turbolift hummed into life and began shooting around the shafts on the ship before coming to a stop on deck 5, he left the turbolift and walked down the corridor till he found the door marked ?Intelligence Office?. Just as he arrived there the door slide open and a very angry looking lieutenant in operations yellow stormed out the door and down the corridor, Jack turned his head slightly to observe the man then turned back to the door. He walked in?

Mark was leaned back on his chair when he watched his new assistant entering the room. "Lieutenant Hawkins! Finally! We have things to talk about. Come on, take a seat."

?Finally? I only got these orders less than two hours ago, Lieutenant?Grayson I presume?? Jack walked forward and sat down in the seat, remaining at a more vertical position than the department head sat opposite him. Jack thought maybe he should have had his uniform done up, but he wasn't expecting to find the department head in here, and make a point of it now seemed pointless. ?What did you have in mind we should talk about??

Grayson?s expression didn?t change. ?Oh, I?m sorry, maybe you don?t want to be debriefed about the last mission?? he asked ironically.

?Well lieutenant as long as you?re sorry?.? Jack said with a mild hint of patronisation in his voice, he knew that in any other department on this ship you crewman would introduce themselves nicely, shake hands and be cordial, but in the Intelligence department it didn?t work this way, being nice would illicit more paranoia that being openly confrontational. ?So, the previous mission??

Grayson kept his expression bland. ?You know, Foster told me not to take you in, Hawkins.?, he said, crossings arms, analyzing the other man. ?He even lied to me telling me a story about how ?unreliable? you are.?

?Well now, I guess that depends on you definition of ?Unreliable?, or of the word ?Lie?, doesn?t it?? Jack said with a level voice.

?Foster and me go way back. Of course, he chose another path for himself, but I still know when he lies to me. Don?t get me wrong, he lied because he didn?t want you working for me. Why? Because he thinks you?re good. But he always has been a poor judge of character?, replied Mark ignoring Hawkins remark. ?So, tell, its true you punched him??

?No?.? Jack said leaving a long pause before continuing, he wasn?t about to spill the details about any part of a classified mission, least of all the way his tenure under Foster came to an end, as much as he did enjoy knocking his CO to the ground, ?Now as much as I love this trip down memory lane and discussing my previous poor excuse for a commanding officer, you said something about a mission lieutenant??

?No ironic remark now, huh, Hawkins? Good. This was just a reminder to you of who?s who here. Don?t worry, I know all about that ill planned mission that made you punch him on the nose,? said Mark serious. ?Let?s put one thing straight, Hawkins. I run a tight department here and the reasons I brought you aboard were because you?re efficient and to annoy Foster. There?s no space here for your irony. Try that again, I?ll make sure Foster remarks about you become the truth. Understood??

?I saw on the transfer orders I received that we got a new doctor assigned recently too, you might wanna go see him about getting that rod removed from you ass? Jack said leaning forward and locking eyes, ?Let ME put one thing straight Grayson, you don?t intimidate me, you don?t outrank me, the only person who can transfer me off this ship is the captain. You say you know Foster? Then you also now full well you just don?t have what it takes to threaten me?

Jack leant back in his seat, ?Now are you gonna tell me about this mission or just sit behind your desk flexing your ego??

Mark didn?t change his expression. He never lost his cool. He did the unexpected. He grinned. ?You?re exactly what I expected, Hawkins. You don?t think before you speak and you go over your head too quickly. You have much to learn, kid. You can?t be that transparent.?

Grayson leaned back, relaxed. ?But you have potential, Hawkins. I?m not going to be your ?mentor? or anything, but I?ll make deal with you: Whatever problems you have with authority, let it go. I?m not in this business to order people around. I?m here to gather information and use it to favor the Federation. Do that, I may show some things I learned during my career. Isn?t a lot, but, it?ll probably help you in a tight spot. And, do me a favor, don?t speak like that to another officer, it gives Intel officers a bad name. Do we have a deal??

?I?ll take it under consideration?? Jack said with a thin, fake smile on his face, letting the comment hang in the air.

Mark Grayson shook his head. ?Trusting issues, right? No problem, I don?t trust anyone either.?

He clapped his hands. ?Alright. The Direidi Mission. The USS Syrion crew disappeared in Direidi and we had to find them. Of course, the Direidi had a game ready for us and I had planned everything to go in and go out without letting them play, but, I got stuck with the CEO, a man? Just don?t let him wave his hand next to you?, Mark said, a bit irritated. ?Anyway, with my cover blown I had to play the Direidi game along with the CEO and Captain. The rest of the senior officers got stuck too with another game. At end, after we amused the Direidi, the Syrion Crew was returned unharmed. The details are in file. One word of advice. Stay away from the CEO. He?s an Intel Officers worst nightmare.?

?But how did the ship get damaged? I?ve not had time to read any mission files yet, I couldn?t anyway, my security codes haven?t been transferred over yet?

Mark?s face became expressionless again. ?With most of the senior officers on the planet, our flight control officer, Abubakar and few others crewmembers mutinied. He escaped with a shuttle and in the process, there was damage. There?s more detail? Especially with the presence of a Borg scout ship. But that?s classified. As soon you get your authorization codes, read the report. Then, we?ll talk again. Questions??

?Well then, looks like I?m off to get some authorisation codes? Jack said rising from his chair, ?Catch ya later Lieutenant?, he said this with half a smile before exiting the room, not waiting to be dismissed...

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Lieutenant J.G. Mark Grayson II
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B

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Lieutenant Jonathan "Jack" Hawkins
Acting Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B

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