ON: <USS Malinche, Crew Quarters, Day 3, 0845>
"Computer, display messages and Engineering Work Requests," Peters said as he entered his quarters. The lights immediately came on at the same brightness as the corridor and his terminal lit up with a list of items to be read.
Sitting down at the console, Peters noticed that the most recent work order was flagged as having been put in at request of the captain. He opened that one first and read it through. He couldn't say the contents surprised him, but he was sure he didn't want anyone else working on this one.
Peters wasn't sure what made him want to be the one to design the unit... maybe it was the idea of redeeming one of their own from the Borg... maybe it was just knowing how much this project meant to Captain Kersare. Or maybe it was something else entirely. Whatever it was, Peters pulled up a blank screen and started drawing out plans to fulfill the requirements of the work order.
<Day 4, 0730, Main Engineering>
Peters walked into Main Engineering with a bit of bounce in his step and a stack of PADDs in his hands. He fought off the urge to whistle as he made his way to where the Alpha shift crew were slowly waking up with the help of coffee, tea, and hot chocolate. And of course, someone had replicated a box of donuts.
Peters set the stack of PADDs on the "Pool Table" and snagged a Boston Creme donut. He started issuing rapid-fire orders and handing out PADDs as he went. "OK, people. We have a lot of work to get done today. S'erak... I think we've just about got the Deuterium Injectors in Alpha Section behaving again. I want you to check that out first, then run a diagnostic on the rest of the Impulse Drive systems. Vir, we've got a new sensor module to install. Unfortunately, it's an external module, so you're either going to have to be uncomfortable for a few hours or sweet talk someone else into switching jobs with you. Poll, I need these parts fabricated, quickly. I also need these parts replicated even sooner. C'Eltor, I'm going to need your assistance with something most of the morning. Everyone got it? Good. Get going."
The other engineers looked at him like he'd sprouted horns for a few seconds, then started picking up PADDs, grabbing donuts, and wandering off. Peters was sure they were wondering why he was wide awake. He was wondering that himself. He'd been up half the night designing the necessary modifications to allow their captured Borg drone to feed off the ship's power supply while making sure he couldn't go nuts and start assimilating systems.
"Alright," Peters said to C'Eltor once the other engineers were occupied. "These are the lists I gave to Poll. And this has the plans for what we're doing with those parts... It shouldn't be too hard, but..."
OFF:
Lost and Found
Moderators: Tournneau, Korath, Kersare
<<USS Malinche, Corridor, 0915, Day 5>>
Isabel walked through the corridor purposefully. Todd had informed her that the work on a regeneration alcove/port for Derek (PNPC) had been completed the evening before. Since then, Derek had been moved to private quarters where the unit had been installed.
At Jake's insistance, there were multiple precautions in place: A security guard was stationed outside the door, a forcefield was in place, internal sensors were recording everything happening inside the room, and nobody was to enter the room alone.
In her opinion, it was a bit of overkill considering he was no longer part of the Collective; 7 of 9 and 3rd of 5 had both been able to adapt to a life with the Collective, albiet in different ways. However, she wasn't going to argue with him - he had had more experience with the Borg than she, besides, Isabel didn't know how she's live with herself if something did go wrong with Derek and she'd ordered the precautions removed.
Perhaps in time it would be safe to remove them, but for the time being it was for the best. The worst part was probably the fact that she would have no privacy while visiting with Derek. Though she was still nervous and concerned that the Derek she knew would never return, it would be difficult for her to make any progress at meaningful conversation with him with a security guard in the room.
Isabel slowed as she approached Derek's quarters. The two security guards glanced up at her as she drew near. "I need to go in for a few minutes."
"Ma'am..," one began.
Holding up her hand to stop the officer, she replied, "I already know that one of you has to accompany me into the room, Ensign."
The security guard nodded and stood. "What do you have, Captain?" He'd noticed the items in her hands.
"A holosuite program and a picture; the holosuite is my next stop," Isabel said.
"You'll need to leave the isolinear chip here, with Ensign Sovak (NPC)," he said.
From the look on his face, she knew he wouldn't change his mind, but really it didn't matter - she didn't need it in Derek's quarters. Isabel handed the isolinear chip to Sovak, then stepped closer to the door.
Sovek took the chip, then deactivated the forcefield long enough for the others to enter the room.
Isabel stepped into the sparse room. More likely than not, Derek didn't even notice at this point, but she still wished there was more to it - more to jog his memories. She made a mental note to bring more items from her Ready Room and personal quarters later.
The security officer respectfully stepped to the side of the room, as out of the way as he could be. It wasn't his job to spy on the Captain, but it was his job to protect her if the need arose.
As her eyes moved across the room, the regeneration unit stood out like a sore thumb. In it was Derek, or Four of Seven, as he called himself. Or at least he had a few days before. Perhaps by now he was slipping out of the habit.
Not wanting to disturb him, Isabel moved toward the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked down at the picture in her hands - the same one she'd looked at after speaking to Derek for the first time in about five years. Though she had no idea if it would have any kind of impact, she hoped it would.
Gently she stood the picture up on the nightstand - facing it outward as she didn't entirely suspect that Derek would be actually sleeping on the bed. It wasn't much, but it would have to do for now. Not wanting to disturb him from his regeneration cycle, Isabel simply stood and walked toward the door, motioning to the security guard to join her.
With a final look back at Derek and a silent prayer for him, she left the room.
<Starbase 386, Holosuite 7, 1020>
The last person in the holosuite had just finished a few minutes before, so Isabel stepped inside, isolinear chip firmly in hand. Inserting the chip into the slot, she waited for the list of programs to show up on the display. As they did, she ran her finger down the list and found the one Will had been talking about. "Computer, run program Will-427."
Isabel turned to face the main part of the holosuite as the program shimmered into being.
She was now surrounded by a dark green forest; through a break in the trees she could see the sun glinting off water - likely a lake, though she wasn't sure yet.
As she moved forward, the smell of evergreens and pine trees filled her nostrils and crisp birdcalls were echoing through the forest. The break in the trees proved to indeed be the shores of a lake.
At the edge of the lake, water lapping at its sides, a canoe had been pulled up onto the shore. Isabel stepped towards one end of the canoe and saw camping supplies and paddles. Though she hadn't been canoeing outside the holodeck, she had done so several times in the holodeck, with varied results. The first time, as she recalled, ended up being very...wet.
With a firm hand on one end of the canoe, Isabel took a few steps to push it further into the water. She then swung her legs in and grabbed one of the wooden paddles, jamming the end into the soft earth and pushing off.
The canoe drifted gently away from the shoreline, and Isabel let it carry her for a few minutes before starting to paddle.
OFF:
Isabel walked through the corridor purposefully. Todd had informed her that the work on a regeneration alcove/port for Derek (PNPC) had been completed the evening before. Since then, Derek had been moved to private quarters where the unit had been installed.
At Jake's insistance, there were multiple precautions in place: A security guard was stationed outside the door, a forcefield was in place, internal sensors were recording everything happening inside the room, and nobody was to enter the room alone.
In her opinion, it was a bit of overkill considering he was no longer part of the Collective; 7 of 9 and 3rd of 5 had both been able to adapt to a life with the Collective, albiet in different ways. However, she wasn't going to argue with him - he had had more experience with the Borg than she, besides, Isabel didn't know how she's live with herself if something did go wrong with Derek and she'd ordered the precautions removed.
Perhaps in time it would be safe to remove them, but for the time being it was for the best. The worst part was probably the fact that she would have no privacy while visiting with Derek. Though she was still nervous and concerned that the Derek she knew would never return, it would be difficult for her to make any progress at meaningful conversation with him with a security guard in the room.
Isabel slowed as she approached Derek's quarters. The two security guards glanced up at her as she drew near. "I need to go in for a few minutes."
"Ma'am..," one began.
Holding up her hand to stop the officer, she replied, "I already know that one of you has to accompany me into the room, Ensign."
The security guard nodded and stood. "What do you have, Captain?" He'd noticed the items in her hands.
"A holosuite program and a picture; the holosuite is my next stop," Isabel said.
"You'll need to leave the isolinear chip here, with Ensign Sovak (NPC)," he said.
From the look on his face, she knew he wouldn't change his mind, but really it didn't matter - she didn't need it in Derek's quarters. Isabel handed the isolinear chip to Sovak, then stepped closer to the door.
Sovek took the chip, then deactivated the forcefield long enough for the others to enter the room.
Isabel stepped into the sparse room. More likely than not, Derek didn't even notice at this point, but she still wished there was more to it - more to jog his memories. She made a mental note to bring more items from her Ready Room and personal quarters later.
The security officer respectfully stepped to the side of the room, as out of the way as he could be. It wasn't his job to spy on the Captain, but it was his job to protect her if the need arose.
As her eyes moved across the room, the regeneration unit stood out like a sore thumb. In it was Derek, or Four of Seven, as he called himself. Or at least he had a few days before. Perhaps by now he was slipping out of the habit.
Not wanting to disturb him, Isabel moved toward the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked down at the picture in her hands - the same one she'd looked at after speaking to Derek for the first time in about five years. Though she had no idea if it would have any kind of impact, she hoped it would.
Gently she stood the picture up on the nightstand - facing it outward as she didn't entirely suspect that Derek would be actually sleeping on the bed. It wasn't much, but it would have to do for now. Not wanting to disturb him from his regeneration cycle, Isabel simply stood and walked toward the door, motioning to the security guard to join her.
With a final look back at Derek and a silent prayer for him, she left the room.
<Starbase 386, Holosuite 7, 1020>
The last person in the holosuite had just finished a few minutes before, so Isabel stepped inside, isolinear chip firmly in hand. Inserting the chip into the slot, she waited for the list of programs to show up on the display. As they did, she ran her finger down the list and found the one Will had been talking about. "Computer, run program Will-427."
Isabel turned to face the main part of the holosuite as the program shimmered into being.
She was now surrounded by a dark green forest; through a break in the trees she could see the sun glinting off water - likely a lake, though she wasn't sure yet.
As she moved forward, the smell of evergreens and pine trees filled her nostrils and crisp birdcalls were echoing through the forest. The break in the trees proved to indeed be the shores of a lake.
At the edge of the lake, water lapping at its sides, a canoe had been pulled up onto the shore. Isabel stepped towards one end of the canoe and saw camping supplies and paddles. Though she hadn't been canoeing outside the holodeck, she had done so several times in the holodeck, with varied results. The first time, as she recalled, ended up being very...wet.
With a firm hand on one end of the canoe, Isabel took a few steps to push it further into the water. She then swung her legs in and grabbed one of the wooden paddles, jamming the end into the soft earth and pushing off.
The canoe drifted gently away from the shoreline, and Isabel let it carry her for a few minutes before starting to paddle.
OFF:
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<USS Malinche, Ready Room, 0742, Day 6>>
Having spoken to Rear Admiral Locke the previous evening, Isabel had spent the rest of the night sorting through the information she'd been given for their next mission. She was still finding it difficult to concentrate, though the opportunity to use Will's program in the holosuite had helped a little. Later in the day, Isabel had also been able to watch Aaron perform in another concert, which had gone very well.
Isabel had hoped to give her crew more shoreleave time, especially considering their last mission. However, duty called.
Moving back from the viewport, Isabel sat at her desk and ran her fingertip over the terminal screen. It immediately woke up and displayed the UFP logo. She brought up the message application and tapped quickly, addressing a message to her Senior Staff.
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To: USS Malinche, Senior Staff
From: Captain Kersare
Subject: New Mission
All,
StarFleet has given us our new orders. We are to proceed to Ivor Prime to deliver medical supplies to the colony. The medical supplies we are to deliver are in Cargo Bay 7 of Starbase 386 and will need brought aboard before we leave.
Operations should coordinate with the Starbase personnel as well as our Medical and Engineering staff to have the supplies brought aboard and properly inventoried.
After that, we'll be heading to the Romulan Neutral Zone to investigate an abnormal increase in neutrino emissions reported by Outpost 37. Details on this information is attached to this message; please review it.
Please be sure your departments are prepared.
Captain Kersare
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After proofreading her message, Isabel pressed Send and leaned back in her chair. That was half the battle.
The mission seemed like it would actually fit together rather nicely - delivering the medical supplies would give the other departments time to look into what had been happening along the Romulan Neutral Zone and prepare for a potential confrontation.
Of course, on the way they'd be passing near the Taevon Expanse, so they'd have to keep that in mind. Really though, their course didn't take them through the Expanse anyway.
Isabel tapped her commbadge, "Captain Kersare to Malinche Crew. We will be departing for our next mission at 1500 hours tomorrow; everyone should be back aboard the Malinche no later than 1300 hours. Enjoy the rest of your shoreleave. Kersare out."
Unfortunately not all the crew would have the chance to truly enjoy shoreleave - some departments would likely be busy preparing for departure. That was partly why she'd gone ahead and contacted the crew over 24 hours in advance of their departure - so they could take advantage of whatever time they had left.
Perhaps now would be a good time to go visit Derek... Later on she could stop by and see how the transfer of the medical supplies was going.
OFF: Tag Everyone (specificaly Ops & Medical)
Having spoken to Rear Admiral Locke the previous evening, Isabel had spent the rest of the night sorting through the information she'd been given for their next mission. She was still finding it difficult to concentrate, though the opportunity to use Will's program in the holosuite had helped a little. Later in the day, Isabel had also been able to watch Aaron perform in another concert, which had gone very well.
Isabel had hoped to give her crew more shoreleave time, especially considering their last mission. However, duty called.
Moving back from the viewport, Isabel sat at her desk and ran her fingertip over the terminal screen. It immediately woke up and displayed the UFP logo. She brought up the message application and tapped quickly, addressing a message to her Senior Staff.
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To: USS Malinche, Senior Staff
From: Captain Kersare
Subject: New Mission
All,
StarFleet has given us our new orders. We are to proceed to Ivor Prime to deliver medical supplies to the colony. The medical supplies we are to deliver are in Cargo Bay 7 of Starbase 386 and will need brought aboard before we leave.
Operations should coordinate with the Starbase personnel as well as our Medical and Engineering staff to have the supplies brought aboard and properly inventoried.
After that, we'll be heading to the Romulan Neutral Zone to investigate an abnormal increase in neutrino emissions reported by Outpost 37. Details on this information is attached to this message; please review it.
Please be sure your departments are prepared.
Captain Kersare
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After proofreading her message, Isabel pressed Send and leaned back in her chair. That was half the battle.
The mission seemed like it would actually fit together rather nicely - delivering the medical supplies would give the other departments time to look into what had been happening along the Romulan Neutral Zone and prepare for a potential confrontation.
Of course, on the way they'd be passing near the Taevon Expanse, so they'd have to keep that in mind. Really though, their course didn't take them through the Expanse anyway.
Isabel tapped her commbadge, "Captain Kersare to Malinche Crew. We will be departing for our next mission at 1500 hours tomorrow; everyone should be back aboard the Malinche no later than 1300 hours. Enjoy the rest of your shoreleave. Kersare out."
Unfortunately not all the crew would have the chance to truly enjoy shoreleave - some departments would likely be busy preparing for departure. That was partly why she'd gone ahead and contacted the crew over 24 hours in advance of their departure - so they could take advantage of whatever time they had left.
Perhaps now would be a good time to go visit Derek... Later on she could stop by and see how the transfer of the medical supplies was going.
OFF: Tag Everyone (specificaly Ops & Medical)
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
ON: Enlisted Mess. U.S.S Malinche. Day 6. 0751
Wanting, desperately, to stay away from the bustle of the Starbase Marco had contained himself to the all but deserted Malinche.
Whilst his fellow comrades were doubtlessly living it up on the bases bars and other leisure facilities, he was content to brood and skulk about the empty, echoing corridors.
Not even the familiar thrum of the engines through the deck could be heard in the room that was dimly lit by only a few occasional wall lights.
His PADD flashed with a message from the Captain, he read it quickly and tossed the PADD onto the table that his elbows had taken root on, supporting his old tired head, with his fingers entwined in his greying hair.
He had to give her his decision; was he to leave the service, wander round the galaxy with freedom. Or was he to stay, accept promotion and transfer and accept her suggestion; that old salts such as they were far too gone to function without the fleet and the lack of freedom, that people such as herself, Commander Hunt, even Captain Lange wouldn't know what to do with freedom like retirement.
Marco exhaled deeply, stood up on old creaky knees and left the room, he moved silently down the corridors on his way to the bridge. If Kersare was sending messages this early then the chances were that she was in the ready room, also having been up all night.
"The privaleges of command..." he muttered as the lift doors closed and he began his ascent, the most important turbolift journey of his life.
OFF
Wanting, desperately, to stay away from the bustle of the Starbase Marco had contained himself to the all but deserted Malinche.
Whilst his fellow comrades were doubtlessly living it up on the bases bars and other leisure facilities, he was content to brood and skulk about the empty, echoing corridors.
Not even the familiar thrum of the engines through the deck could be heard in the room that was dimly lit by only a few occasional wall lights.
His PADD flashed with a message from the Captain, he read it quickly and tossed the PADD onto the table that his elbows had taken root on, supporting his old tired head, with his fingers entwined in his greying hair.
He had to give her his decision; was he to leave the service, wander round the galaxy with freedom. Or was he to stay, accept promotion and transfer and accept her suggestion; that old salts such as they were far too gone to function without the fleet and the lack of freedom, that people such as herself, Commander Hunt, even Captain Lange wouldn't know what to do with freedom like retirement.
Marco exhaled deeply, stood up on old creaky knees and left the room, he moved silently down the corridors on his way to the bridge. If Kersare was sending messages this early then the chances were that she was in the ready room, also having been up all night.
"The privaleges of command..." he muttered as the lift doors closed and he began his ascent, the most important turbolift journey of his life.
OFF
Warrant Officer First Class Marco Tupalov
Chief Flight Control Officer
U.S.S Malinche
On:
Starbase 386/ Day 6
Aaron read the message from the Captain, and read it again just to make sure he didn?t miss anything. The deliverance of medical supplies to Ivor Prime didn?t sound very difficult, providing things went as planned. The second half of the mission could be considerably more dangerous due to the proximity to the Neutral Zone. While relations with the Romulan Empire were better than they had been in the past, the Romulans remained a wild card in regards to Interstellar politics.
Beyond that, the rise in neutrino emissions was what had Aaron worried about the mission. If the increase meant what those at the Outpost thought it did, than the Romulans were up to something they wanted to keep secret from the Federation. He had very little experience with the Romulans aside from working with them during the Dominion War. Having spent time patrolling the DMZ with the Cardassians, Aaron knew that those on patrol tended to ?overreact? with better safe than sorry tending to be the policy they adhered to most often. His science training reminded him that there were many reasons for the increase in emissions; while his Intel training made him wonder what the Romulans were doing that required large numbers of cloaked ships; either way he would find out in due time.
Off:
Starbase 386/ Day 6
Aaron read the message from the Captain, and read it again just to make sure he didn?t miss anything. The deliverance of medical supplies to Ivor Prime didn?t sound very difficult, providing things went as planned. The second half of the mission could be considerably more dangerous due to the proximity to the Neutral Zone. While relations with the Romulan Empire were better than they had been in the past, the Romulans remained a wild card in regards to Interstellar politics.
Beyond that, the rise in neutrino emissions was what had Aaron worried about the mission. If the increase meant what those at the Outpost thought it did, than the Romulans were up to something they wanted to keep secret from the Federation. He had very little experience with the Romulans aside from working with them during the Dominion War. Having spent time patrolling the DMZ with the Cardassians, Aaron knew that those on patrol tended to ?overreact? with better safe than sorry tending to be the policy they adhered to most often. His science training reminded him that there were many reasons for the increase in emissions; while his Intel training made him wonder what the Romulans were doing that required large numbers of cloaked ships; either way he would find out in due time.
Off:
Lt. Aaron Steele
Chief Science Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
ON: <<Cargo Bay 1, USS Malinche, MD06, 1445>>
Joey (NPC) watched as three more large cargo containers materialized on the cargo transporter in the back corner of Cargo Bay 1. Once the transporter effect had dissipated, he stepped up and checked the container labels to the manifest on the PADD he had in hand. ?This one?s good,? he shouted, slapping the lid, ?Put it over with the rest of them.?
Two crewmen set to work moving the first container while Joey inspected the next one. As he was comparing it to his list, he heard the double doors of the cargo bay slide open. Lifting his head, he saw Lt. Schulz approaching. ?How?s it going, lieutenant,? Schulz asked, stepping back as the crewmen returned for the second container.
?We?ve managed to transfer about three quarters of the supplies transferred over,? Summers reported, ?I?ve been cross-referencing it with the manifest, just to be sure we don?t miss anything.?
?Very good,? Will said, glancing over Summers? shoulder at the PADD, ?When you?re finished, I?ll need the manifest to go over with the doctor, just to be sure everything?s in order.?
?No problem, sir,? Joey replied, waving his hand to indicate that the crewmen could remove the third container. He and Will stepped back as the transporter chief initiated another cycle and a number of medium-sized containers materialized on the pad. Will watched as Summers continued to inspect each container before allowing the various crewmen to move it to a designated part of the cargo bay.
Will had to admit that the man was efficient. At the moment, he was without an assistant and Summers seemed to be the right man for the job. He would have to talk it over with the captain, of course, but it would certainly help him to improve the efficiency of the department.
?Carry on,? he said, watching for a few moments longer before turning about and heading back out through the double doors that led to the ship?s corridor. Joey glanced up as the doors closed behind Lt. Schulz, then turned back to the transporter chief.
?According to this, we?ve only got four more cycles,? Summers said with a smile, ?Let?s get this over with so we can all enjoy our remaining shoreleave. What do ya say??
?Sounds like a plan to me, sir,? the chief replied with a relieved smile.
END
Lieutenant JG Joey Summers (NPC)
Operations Officer
USS Malinche
Played by
Joey (NPC) watched as three more large cargo containers materialized on the cargo transporter in the back corner of Cargo Bay 1. Once the transporter effect had dissipated, he stepped up and checked the container labels to the manifest on the PADD he had in hand. ?This one?s good,? he shouted, slapping the lid, ?Put it over with the rest of them.?
Two crewmen set to work moving the first container while Joey inspected the next one. As he was comparing it to his list, he heard the double doors of the cargo bay slide open. Lifting his head, he saw Lt. Schulz approaching. ?How?s it going, lieutenant,? Schulz asked, stepping back as the crewmen returned for the second container.
?We?ve managed to transfer about three quarters of the supplies transferred over,? Summers reported, ?I?ve been cross-referencing it with the manifest, just to be sure we don?t miss anything.?
?Very good,? Will said, glancing over Summers? shoulder at the PADD, ?When you?re finished, I?ll need the manifest to go over with the doctor, just to be sure everything?s in order.?
?No problem, sir,? Joey replied, waving his hand to indicate that the crewmen could remove the third container. He and Will stepped back as the transporter chief initiated another cycle and a number of medium-sized containers materialized on the pad. Will watched as Summers continued to inspect each container before allowing the various crewmen to move it to a designated part of the cargo bay.
Will had to admit that the man was efficient. At the moment, he was without an assistant and Summers seemed to be the right man for the job. He would have to talk it over with the captain, of course, but it would certainly help him to improve the efficiency of the department.
?Carry on,? he said, watching for a few moments longer before turning about and heading back out through the double doors that led to the ship?s corridor. Joey glanced up as the doors closed behind Lt. Schulz, then turned back to the transporter chief.
?According to this, we?ve only got four more cycles,? Summers said with a smile, ?Let?s get this over with so we can all enjoy our remaining shoreleave. What do ya say??
?Sounds like a plan to me, sir,? the chief replied with a relieved smile.
END
Lieutenant JG Joey Summers (NPC)
Operations Officer
USS Malinche
Played by
Lt. JG Aaron Masterson
Chief Security/Tactical Officer & 2XO
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<USS Malinche, Ready Room, 1100, Day 6>>
Having heard from Will that Operations would begin transporting the medical supplies over shortly, Isabel was able to concentrate on the rest of the preparations for their departure. Unfortunately, quite a bit more of those were falling to her at the moment. A couple hours ago Isabel had received word that Mason had a family emergency to attend to and had to leave immediately. So now, here she was, about to embark on their next mission with no Executive Officer.
<Transporter Room>
Taking a deep breath, Lt. Jason Barrett stepped off the transporter platform, meeting the gaze of one Joey Summers (NPC.) Joey smiled broadly at Jason and then rushed forward, embracing him in a hug. Jason pushed his friend away when he felt most of the air go out of his lungs.
?What the heck are you doing here!? Joey snapped.
?Reassignment, seems the Maran Navy could part with me after all.?
?Back to us?? Joey asked.
?Yes, although I'll catch up with you later. I have to go see the captain about something.?
Jason exited the transporter room and found the nearest turbolift, a smile coming over his face. It felt good to be back in a Federation ship again. Stepping off onto the bridge, he made his way toward the ready room and pressed the chime.
<Ready Room>
Isabel looked up, a bit startled. She wasn?t really expecting anyone, at least not right now. Most were on the base enjoying their last full day of shoreleave, others were getting the Malinche ready for departure. ?Enter.?
Jason took a deep breath before entering the ready room, a lot had happened to him on this ship?hell this was where he came back from the dead. This was where the love of his life lived and this was where he wanted to be. He could only hope that Captain Kersare would be kind enough to give him another chance. Stepping through the door, he saw her look at him with her trade mark arched eyebrow; probably having something to do with the fact that he was back in a Starfleet uniform. ?Permission to come aboard Captain.?
Surprise didn?t begin to cover Isabel?s thoughts as she saw Jason walk through her door, ?Permission granted, Lieutenant.? She smiled, moved from behind her desk, and gestured towards the couch, ?It?s been awhile?.have a seat.?
?Thank you sir,? Jason responded, sitting down. ?Sorry I had to leave on such short notice, you know the Maran's they aren't exactly the most patient people.?
Isabel nodded, ?How have you been? I can?t say I?ve heard much about you since you left.?
Jason smiled, there was so much to tell; well what he could tell. Some of what they found on the frontier was still considered top secret, even from their Federation allies. He knew that Adam (NPC) had been keeping Joey and some of the other junior officers in the loop but Adam was never really close to Kersare so it stood to reason that she might not have heard all of his exploits.
?There isn't a lot to say really sir,? Jason shrugged. ?I served some time with the Maran Knights and their Navy. We did some digging around into those visions I was having, as far as the Marans are concerned they still think that I might be onto something but we could never find any evidence of that,? Jason stated, shrugging again.
?I was wondering what they would have you working on,? she replied.
?After that fell through I was assigned to the Everheart - Admiral Dark's executive officer on the Everheart; don't get me wrong it was a great post but I missed Adam. I asked if StarFleet needed me back and here I am.?
Isabel grinned slightly, ?Glad to see you back, as I?m sure Adam will be too. You?ll have to forgive me, but I?ve not seen your transfer orders come through yet? Do you have them, or what are they having you transfer over as? We currently have a Chief Operations Officer.?
Jason smiled, when command told him what his post was going to be he jumped at the chance. Although he had not seen eye to eye with Kersare in every situation, he found her to be an excellent commanding officer and working side by side with her was going to be something that he was looking forward to.
?I hear the Malinche is in need of an executive officer,? Jason stated, handing her a PADD from his pocket. ?Apparently some fool in command thinks that I would be an asset.?
He finished his statement with a smile.
Raising an eyebrow, Isabel took the PADD from Jason and started reading. When she?d finished, she met his eyes with hers, ?Well, I must say I?m rather impressed; I only found out that Commander Hunt would be leaving us a few hours ago and now, here you are. I see this is temporary for the time being, but we?ll see how everything goes and maybe I can convince StarFleet to leave you here as Executive Officer after this mission.?
?Regardless of what happens, I hope that you'll consider letting me stay onboard?either that or I'm afraid that Adam will threaten to quit. As for the XO thing, you may have to fight Darkhelm for me.?
?Amanda?? Isabel asked.
?Yes,? Jason smiled. ?She got promoted to Captain a few weeks back and is due to take on her own command, a Galaxy class I believe?USS Eclipse. I heard that she threw a fit when she found out that you would be getting me not her.?
Isabel laughed, ?Well, I?m glad to hear things are going well for her. I?m afraid I?m a bit behind on the news all around ? our last mission was?trying ? and there?ve been lots of loose ends to tie up since we got here.?
Jason nodded, of course he wasn't privy to all that information but he was able to get that things had been tense. Of course, dealing with the Borg always made things tense. ?Understandable, from what command tells me, they are anxious to have us under way again, something about the neutral zone??
?Well, there are two parts really. We need to deliver medical supplies to Ivor Prime first; Lieutenant JG Schulz, our Chief Operations Officer, will be coordinating with medical to get the supplies over here and inventoried. After that, we?re to go to the Romulan Neutral Zone to investigate an abnormal increase in neutrino emissions reported by Outpost 37. I?ll send you the details StarFleet gave me on it,? she said. Isabel was curious as to how much StarFleet had told Jason about their last mission?wondered if they told him about Derek.
?Sounds like good old times,? Jason smiled.
He decided not to bring up the topic of Derek; command had told him about it. Personally, he was sure it was none of his business. It was a very personal matter that he was sure he didn't need to know, command cited that they wanted him to be prepared for her state of mind, whatever that happened to be.
?It?s good to be back sir, if you don't mind I think its time that I get around to introducing myself to some the crew.?
Isabel nodded and stood, ?Absolutely. Welcome back.?
Jason smiled and stood up. ?It?s good to be back sir.?
Giving Kersare a firm handshake he turned and headed out of the ready room.
OFF: Welcome back!!
JP brought to you by:
Lieutenant Jason Barrett
Acting Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Having heard from Will that Operations would begin transporting the medical supplies over shortly, Isabel was able to concentrate on the rest of the preparations for their departure. Unfortunately, quite a bit more of those were falling to her at the moment. A couple hours ago Isabel had received word that Mason had a family emergency to attend to and had to leave immediately. So now, here she was, about to embark on their next mission with no Executive Officer.
<Transporter Room>
Taking a deep breath, Lt. Jason Barrett stepped off the transporter platform, meeting the gaze of one Joey Summers (NPC.) Joey smiled broadly at Jason and then rushed forward, embracing him in a hug. Jason pushed his friend away when he felt most of the air go out of his lungs.
?What the heck are you doing here!? Joey snapped.
?Reassignment, seems the Maran Navy could part with me after all.?
?Back to us?? Joey asked.
?Yes, although I'll catch up with you later. I have to go see the captain about something.?
Jason exited the transporter room and found the nearest turbolift, a smile coming over his face. It felt good to be back in a Federation ship again. Stepping off onto the bridge, he made his way toward the ready room and pressed the chime.
<Ready Room>
Isabel looked up, a bit startled. She wasn?t really expecting anyone, at least not right now. Most were on the base enjoying their last full day of shoreleave, others were getting the Malinche ready for departure. ?Enter.?
Jason took a deep breath before entering the ready room, a lot had happened to him on this ship?hell this was where he came back from the dead. This was where the love of his life lived and this was where he wanted to be. He could only hope that Captain Kersare would be kind enough to give him another chance. Stepping through the door, he saw her look at him with her trade mark arched eyebrow; probably having something to do with the fact that he was back in a Starfleet uniform. ?Permission to come aboard Captain.?
Surprise didn?t begin to cover Isabel?s thoughts as she saw Jason walk through her door, ?Permission granted, Lieutenant.? She smiled, moved from behind her desk, and gestured towards the couch, ?It?s been awhile?.have a seat.?
?Thank you sir,? Jason responded, sitting down. ?Sorry I had to leave on such short notice, you know the Maran's they aren't exactly the most patient people.?
Isabel nodded, ?How have you been? I can?t say I?ve heard much about you since you left.?
Jason smiled, there was so much to tell; well what he could tell. Some of what they found on the frontier was still considered top secret, even from their Federation allies. He knew that Adam (NPC) had been keeping Joey and some of the other junior officers in the loop but Adam was never really close to Kersare so it stood to reason that she might not have heard all of his exploits.
?There isn't a lot to say really sir,? Jason shrugged. ?I served some time with the Maran Knights and their Navy. We did some digging around into those visions I was having, as far as the Marans are concerned they still think that I might be onto something but we could never find any evidence of that,? Jason stated, shrugging again.
?I was wondering what they would have you working on,? she replied.
?After that fell through I was assigned to the Everheart - Admiral Dark's executive officer on the Everheart; don't get me wrong it was a great post but I missed Adam. I asked if StarFleet needed me back and here I am.?
Isabel grinned slightly, ?Glad to see you back, as I?m sure Adam will be too. You?ll have to forgive me, but I?ve not seen your transfer orders come through yet? Do you have them, or what are they having you transfer over as? We currently have a Chief Operations Officer.?
Jason smiled, when command told him what his post was going to be he jumped at the chance. Although he had not seen eye to eye with Kersare in every situation, he found her to be an excellent commanding officer and working side by side with her was going to be something that he was looking forward to.
?I hear the Malinche is in need of an executive officer,? Jason stated, handing her a PADD from his pocket. ?Apparently some fool in command thinks that I would be an asset.?
He finished his statement with a smile.
Raising an eyebrow, Isabel took the PADD from Jason and started reading. When she?d finished, she met his eyes with hers, ?Well, I must say I?m rather impressed; I only found out that Commander Hunt would be leaving us a few hours ago and now, here you are. I see this is temporary for the time being, but we?ll see how everything goes and maybe I can convince StarFleet to leave you here as Executive Officer after this mission.?
?Regardless of what happens, I hope that you'll consider letting me stay onboard?either that or I'm afraid that Adam will threaten to quit. As for the XO thing, you may have to fight Darkhelm for me.?
?Amanda?? Isabel asked.
?Yes,? Jason smiled. ?She got promoted to Captain a few weeks back and is due to take on her own command, a Galaxy class I believe?USS Eclipse. I heard that she threw a fit when she found out that you would be getting me not her.?
Isabel laughed, ?Well, I?m glad to hear things are going well for her. I?m afraid I?m a bit behind on the news all around ? our last mission was?trying ? and there?ve been lots of loose ends to tie up since we got here.?
Jason nodded, of course he wasn't privy to all that information but he was able to get that things had been tense. Of course, dealing with the Borg always made things tense. ?Understandable, from what command tells me, they are anxious to have us under way again, something about the neutral zone??
?Well, there are two parts really. We need to deliver medical supplies to Ivor Prime first; Lieutenant JG Schulz, our Chief Operations Officer, will be coordinating with medical to get the supplies over here and inventoried. After that, we?re to go to the Romulan Neutral Zone to investigate an abnormal increase in neutrino emissions reported by Outpost 37. I?ll send you the details StarFleet gave me on it,? she said. Isabel was curious as to how much StarFleet had told Jason about their last mission?wondered if they told him about Derek.
?Sounds like good old times,? Jason smiled.
He decided not to bring up the topic of Derek; command had told him about it. Personally, he was sure it was none of his business. It was a very personal matter that he was sure he didn't need to know, command cited that they wanted him to be prepared for her state of mind, whatever that happened to be.
?It?s good to be back sir, if you don't mind I think its time that I get around to introducing myself to some the crew.?
Isabel nodded and stood, ?Absolutely. Welcome back.?
Jason smiled and stood up. ?It?s good to be back sir.?
Giving Kersare a firm handshake he turned and headed out of the ready room.
OFF: Welcome back!!
JP brought to you by:
Lieutenant Jason Barrett
Acting Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<USS Malinche>>
<Barrett's Quarters, 1120, Day 6>
Jason found his way back to the quarters that he was going to share once again with Adam (NPC). He nodded to several members of the crew; although he hardly recognized anyone. That tended to happen when you were gone a year and a half. He stepped inside his quarters to find Adam rummaging through boxes.
"You're back!" Adam yelled, wrapping Jason in a hug.
Of course Adam knew that he was going to be coming back for awhile now; it still felt good to hold him in his arms again.
"How did it go with the captain?" Adam asked.
"She was surprised to say the least," Jason stated. "Did all my stuff get here?"
"Yeah, and when did you get a new bat'leth?" Adam almost pouted. "You're the one telling me that I can't have a new one yet."
"I won it from a captain Kurg," Jason said, flopping down in a chair. "He said something rather nasty about my captain and I was honor bound to respond."
"And where was the captain in all this?"
"Holding off several waves of assault troops."
Adam looked like he was about to reply when someone else came around the corner or rather something else. Zero (NPC) almost looked surprised to see him.
"Comment: It is enjoyable to see you again meatbag."
"Good to see you too."
"Question: Are you going to reside here again?"
"Yes Zero, I see that they haven't been able to do anything about his programming."
"They tried," Adam responded. "But that didn't end well. The techs spent the next three months in the intensive care ward. They decided that it wasn't worth the effort."
"Irritated Statement: Please do not talk about me as if I am not in the room, my superior intelligence is more then capable explaining to you meatbags the circumstances."
"Same old Zero," Jason smiled, getting back to his feet. "I'll be back later."
"Where are you going?" Adam asked.
"Tour the ship, I think its time that I got to now all these new crew members."
OFF:
<Barrett's Quarters, 1120, Day 6>
Jason found his way back to the quarters that he was going to share once again with Adam (NPC). He nodded to several members of the crew; although he hardly recognized anyone. That tended to happen when you were gone a year and a half. He stepped inside his quarters to find Adam rummaging through boxes.
"You're back!" Adam yelled, wrapping Jason in a hug.
Of course Adam knew that he was going to be coming back for awhile now; it still felt good to hold him in his arms again.
"How did it go with the captain?" Adam asked.
"She was surprised to say the least," Jason stated. "Did all my stuff get here?"
"Yeah, and when did you get a new bat'leth?" Adam almost pouted. "You're the one telling me that I can't have a new one yet."
"I won it from a captain Kurg," Jason said, flopping down in a chair. "He said something rather nasty about my captain and I was honor bound to respond."
"And where was the captain in all this?"
"Holding off several waves of assault troops."
Adam looked like he was about to reply when someone else came around the corner or rather something else. Zero (NPC) almost looked surprised to see him.
"Comment: It is enjoyable to see you again meatbag."
"Good to see you too."
"Question: Are you going to reside here again?"
"Yes Zero, I see that they haven't been able to do anything about his programming."
"They tried," Adam responded. "But that didn't end well. The techs spent the next three months in the intensive care ward. They decided that it wasn't worth the effort."
"Irritated Statement: Please do not talk about me as if I am not in the room, my superior intelligence is more then capable explaining to you meatbags the circumstances."
"Same old Zero," Jason smiled, getting back to his feet. "I'll be back later."
"Where are you going?" Adam asked.
"Tour the ship, I think its time that I got to now all these new crew members."
OFF:
Lieutenant Commander Jason Barrett
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
ON: <<Operations Office, USS Malinche, MD06, 1500>>
The doors to the office swished open as Will entered and tossed the PADD he had been carrying onto the desk. "Computer, one frosted mug of root beer," he ordered, approaching the replicator on the far wall. There was a faint shimmer as the glass mug materialized in the dispenser. Will lifted it and took a sip of the carbonated froth that comprised the upper portion of the beverage.
Finding his way to the operations office had been somewhat of journey for Jason, although he knew where it was, it was his old office after all; he was constantly greeted by new people. Most of those people he had never seen before. He rounded the corridor and stopped at the door marked operations, smiling to himself he pressed the call button.
Will almost choked as he lowered the mug and swallowed. He wondered who could be at the door. "Enter," he called, setting the mug on the desk and taking a seat as the doors hissed open.
The office was pretty much the way that Jason had left it, minus a few personnel things. He almost longed for the seat behind the desk again but considering where he was now; well he could forgo it.
"Good afternoon...seems like you have gotten yourself all settled in," Jason stated, extendign his hand. "I'm Jason Barrett your new acting XO."
Will was surprised, as he had not even heard of the departure of their former XO. "Lieutenant JG Schulz," he replied, shaking the man's hand, "I've been keeping busy, sir. Is there something you needed? Did someone lose your belongings in a transfer?"
Jason had to smile. "Actually no, everything arrived more or less in one piece. I realize that you probably hadn't even heard of Mason's departure...may I sit down?"
"By all means," Will said, indicating the seat across from him. Noticing his own mugout of the corner of his eye, he suddenly remembered his manners. "May I get you something to drink, sir," he asked, moving to get up from his chair.
"No thanks, I've been looking over the operations reports while on my way here, you've done an excellent job with the department."
"Thank you, sir," Will said, settling back into his chair, "With the loss of some of our stores to the salvage of the Sirion and the new supplies for our next mission, I've been pretty busy."
"Get used to it, people seem to think that operations has all the answers," Jason smiled."I'll be honest here, although this is my first time in command I still have some learning to do. And I need your help with that. I need you to be honest with me, tell me what needs fixed when it needs fixed. Tell me what you need when you need it, let me worry about that how, got it?"
Will was surprised. Usually the command staff rose through other departments besides Operations, meaning that few of them truly understood what it meant to procure supplies until they sat in the center chair and listened to the complaints of their Ops officer. "You wouldn't happen to be a former ops man, would you," Will asked.
"You're sitting in my old chair," Jason smiled. "At any rate I can't do an effective job as the XO unless my department heads know that they can count on me. As much as I need you to be honest with me, I need to be able to be honest with you. If things are running inefficiently then I'll expect an explanation and a course of action to change it."
Will nodded understandingly. "Well, for now, we have everything under control," he said, "But I appreciate your support. I'll be sure to keep that in mind."
"Glad to hear it, just do me a favor?"
"What is that, sir," Will asked.
"Try and not let the holodecks kill anyone," Jason smiled.
Will raised a confused eyebrow. "Sir," he asked, hoping there was an explanation.
"Thus far the Malinche has survived without any sort of mishap, the Hale, my former ship tried to kill me at least three times in the damned thing."
"Oh," Will said, "Might be ship specific...sir."
"One can only hope," Jason smiled. "In any case it?s been a pleasure to meet you, I am planning on having a little informal get together at 1945 in the holodeck, hope you can make it."
"I will do my best, sir," Will said, rising as his superior did, "It was a pleasure meeting you as well."
Jason nodded and headed out of the operations office; his next stop was engineering.
END
A JP by
Lieutenant Jason Barrett
Acting Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
And
The doors to the office swished open as Will entered and tossed the PADD he had been carrying onto the desk. "Computer, one frosted mug of root beer," he ordered, approaching the replicator on the far wall. There was a faint shimmer as the glass mug materialized in the dispenser. Will lifted it and took a sip of the carbonated froth that comprised the upper portion of the beverage.
Finding his way to the operations office had been somewhat of journey for Jason, although he knew where it was, it was his old office after all; he was constantly greeted by new people. Most of those people he had never seen before. He rounded the corridor and stopped at the door marked operations, smiling to himself he pressed the call button.
Will almost choked as he lowered the mug and swallowed. He wondered who could be at the door. "Enter," he called, setting the mug on the desk and taking a seat as the doors hissed open.
The office was pretty much the way that Jason had left it, minus a few personnel things. He almost longed for the seat behind the desk again but considering where he was now; well he could forgo it.
"Good afternoon...seems like you have gotten yourself all settled in," Jason stated, extendign his hand. "I'm Jason Barrett your new acting XO."
Will was surprised, as he had not even heard of the departure of their former XO. "Lieutenant JG Schulz," he replied, shaking the man's hand, "I've been keeping busy, sir. Is there something you needed? Did someone lose your belongings in a transfer?"
Jason had to smile. "Actually no, everything arrived more or less in one piece. I realize that you probably hadn't even heard of Mason's departure...may I sit down?"
"By all means," Will said, indicating the seat across from him. Noticing his own mugout of the corner of his eye, he suddenly remembered his manners. "May I get you something to drink, sir," he asked, moving to get up from his chair.
"No thanks, I've been looking over the operations reports while on my way here, you've done an excellent job with the department."
"Thank you, sir," Will said, settling back into his chair, "With the loss of some of our stores to the salvage of the Sirion and the new supplies for our next mission, I've been pretty busy."
"Get used to it, people seem to think that operations has all the answers," Jason smiled."I'll be honest here, although this is my first time in command I still have some learning to do. And I need your help with that. I need you to be honest with me, tell me what needs fixed when it needs fixed. Tell me what you need when you need it, let me worry about that how, got it?"
Will was surprised. Usually the command staff rose through other departments besides Operations, meaning that few of them truly understood what it meant to procure supplies until they sat in the center chair and listened to the complaints of their Ops officer. "You wouldn't happen to be a former ops man, would you," Will asked.
"You're sitting in my old chair," Jason smiled. "At any rate I can't do an effective job as the XO unless my department heads know that they can count on me. As much as I need you to be honest with me, I need to be able to be honest with you. If things are running inefficiently then I'll expect an explanation and a course of action to change it."
Will nodded understandingly. "Well, for now, we have everything under control," he said, "But I appreciate your support. I'll be sure to keep that in mind."
"Glad to hear it, just do me a favor?"
"What is that, sir," Will asked.
"Try and not let the holodecks kill anyone," Jason smiled.
Will raised a confused eyebrow. "Sir," he asked, hoping there was an explanation.
"Thus far the Malinche has survived without any sort of mishap, the Hale, my former ship tried to kill me at least three times in the damned thing."
"Oh," Will said, "Might be ship specific...sir."
"One can only hope," Jason smiled. "In any case it?s been a pleasure to meet you, I am planning on having a little informal get together at 1945 in the holodeck, hope you can make it."
"I will do my best, sir," Will said, rising as his superior did, "It was a pleasure meeting you as well."
Jason nodded and headed out of the operations office; his next stop was engineering.
END
A JP by
Lieutenant Jason Barrett
Acting Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
And
Lt. JG Aaron Masterson
Chief Security/Tactical Officer & 2XO
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
-
Lovestreet
- Senior Staff
- Posts: 23
- Joined: Wed Oct 17, 2007 11:08 am
- Location: Sickbay
<<USS Malinche, Sickbay, 0500, Day 6>>
Doctor Oliver Lovestreet couldn't sleep. He was up early so Oliver thought he'd go over some of the parameters of the Borg situation with the subject called Derek. He was aware of the special circumstances between Derek and the Skipper; also knowing that Derek used to be - or was again - an Officer in Starfleet.
"I wonder just how many synaptic nerves are going to fire again.."
Oliver was staring at the computer terminal. They were going to be headed on a mission again and he wanted to examine the results of the medical staff.
"Assistant Chief Medical Officer", Oliver looked around his office, got up and looked outside his office into the corridor; turned around and sat back down in his chair," well, no Assistant CMO here. Next..."
Oliver looked at the name next on his list. "Doctor Kirnan, Ltjg. Well, he's done a fine job on this mission. Must say I've never worked with a Maran before but he did a fine job with the worst cases that needed surgery."
"Adam Townsen, Medical Officer, Ensign. He did fine. I think this is his first real mission since graduating Medical School. What the academy taught him in bookwormery he applied actually quite well."
"Kareg, the Yridian medical officer. Needs work. Perhaps that's why he's still in the Warrant Officer program."
"Doctor Alicia Bonestall, Medical Officer, Ltjg. She did a fine job. I was worried because of her natural blonde tendencies but she proved me wrong. Guess I shouldn't treat all blondes the same. Good thing she's as smart as she is beautiful. She's going to make a top knotch CMO someday; if she can stay from between the sheets."
Oliver ran over the list of medical officers, junior physicians, surgeons and nursing staff. There was one that kept popping up again and again.
"Note to Commanding Officer. I recommend Emily McKnight, Physician's Mate for promotion to the next grade. She has performed well above and beyond in her duties during the last mission. More to the point, she kept my tail from going under. She is a real asset to this Department."
Oliver looked at the message to the Skipper before he hit the send button on the terminal. There were a lot of good people in the Medical Department. Oliver wondered just how many of them would stay with Starfleet and how many would end up in the junk regions of space; a location not too far in his own sordid past.
Lieutenant Zachary Vortman also came up a good deal. He'd served well as Acting Head Nurse of the nursing staff. Dr. O decided to appoint him a Acting Head Nurse until such a time as Starfleet decided to get off their backside and actually send him one.
Picking up a padd, Dr. O started an official document.
**TO: Lieutenant Zachary Vortman, Nurse, Medical Department.**
Lieutenant,
Due to the extremely competent nature of your work, I am highly impressed. During our last mission, you displayed an attitude of high regard for the safety and care of everyone in the sickbay. Your level of professionalism led other staff members to stabilize their own minds and set themselves on the task at hand. I tip my hand to you and offer you congratulations on a job well done. As a result of your fine outstanding work, I am hereby positioning you as the Acting Head Nurse for the Medical Department.
My boy, I really think you should go ahead and finish your schooling; you would make a fine Doctor.
Best Regards,
LTjg Oliver Lovestreet, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Malinche
Doctor Oliver Lovestreet couldn't sleep. He was up early so Oliver thought he'd go over some of the parameters of the Borg situation with the subject called Derek. He was aware of the special circumstances between Derek and the Skipper; also knowing that Derek used to be - or was again - an Officer in Starfleet.
"I wonder just how many synaptic nerves are going to fire again.."
Oliver was staring at the computer terminal. They were going to be headed on a mission again and he wanted to examine the results of the medical staff.
"Assistant Chief Medical Officer", Oliver looked around his office, got up and looked outside his office into the corridor; turned around and sat back down in his chair," well, no Assistant CMO here. Next..."
Oliver looked at the name next on his list. "Doctor Kirnan, Ltjg. Well, he's done a fine job on this mission. Must say I've never worked with a Maran before but he did a fine job with the worst cases that needed surgery."
"Adam Townsen, Medical Officer, Ensign. He did fine. I think this is his first real mission since graduating Medical School. What the academy taught him in bookwormery he applied actually quite well."
"Kareg, the Yridian medical officer. Needs work. Perhaps that's why he's still in the Warrant Officer program."
"Doctor Alicia Bonestall, Medical Officer, Ltjg. She did a fine job. I was worried because of her natural blonde tendencies but she proved me wrong. Guess I shouldn't treat all blondes the same. Good thing she's as smart as she is beautiful. She's going to make a top knotch CMO someday; if she can stay from between the sheets."
Oliver ran over the list of medical officers, junior physicians, surgeons and nursing staff. There was one that kept popping up again and again.
"Note to Commanding Officer. I recommend Emily McKnight, Physician's Mate for promotion to the next grade. She has performed well above and beyond in her duties during the last mission. More to the point, she kept my tail from going under. She is a real asset to this Department."
Oliver looked at the message to the Skipper before he hit the send button on the terminal. There were a lot of good people in the Medical Department. Oliver wondered just how many of them would stay with Starfleet and how many would end up in the junk regions of space; a location not too far in his own sordid past.
Lieutenant Zachary Vortman also came up a good deal. He'd served well as Acting Head Nurse of the nursing staff. Dr. O decided to appoint him a Acting Head Nurse until such a time as Starfleet decided to get off their backside and actually send him one.
Picking up a padd, Dr. O started an official document.
**TO: Lieutenant Zachary Vortman, Nurse, Medical Department.**
Lieutenant,
Due to the extremely competent nature of your work, I am highly impressed. During our last mission, you displayed an attitude of high regard for the safety and care of everyone in the sickbay. Your level of professionalism led other staff members to stabilize their own minds and set themselves on the task at hand. I tip my hand to you and offer you congratulations on a job well done. As a result of your fine outstanding work, I am hereby positioning you as the Acting Head Nurse for the Medical Department.
My boy, I really think you should go ahead and finish your schooling; you would make a fine Doctor.
Best Regards,
LTjg Oliver Lovestreet, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Malinche
Dr. Oliver Lovestreet
Chief Medical Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
<<USS Malinche>>
<Engineering, 1525, MD06>
Finding his way to engineering hadn't been all that hard; although there did seem to be a large amount of repair crews wandering around. Jason knew that the ship had sustained some damage during their last mission, no doubit was just Peters being cautious. Not that it was a bad thing, most of the cheif engineers he knew could use a little more caution.
The doors to engineering opened up, admitting Jason into the already bustling room. Activity seemed to be taking place in nearly every corner of the room. Jason had worked with Peters briefly before he left; he was a good officer. Smart, quick thinking, optomistic...if Jason remembered right he was the only one that didn't complain about their Deriende mission.
Jason made his way around ensigns, yeomans, and warrant officers before finally finding Peters standing at the display that was next to the warpcore.
"You certainly seem to have your hand full chief."
Todd turned around when Jason talked and let a small smile escape his lips. He knew that Adam (NPC) had played a game of pool a few times with him.
"Hate to drop in on you like this but I thought I should make the rounds, I'm your acting XO. Is there anything you need?"
OFF: Tag Engineering Staff!
<Engineering, 1525, MD06>
Finding his way to engineering hadn't been all that hard; although there did seem to be a large amount of repair crews wandering around. Jason knew that the ship had sustained some damage during their last mission, no doubit was just Peters being cautious. Not that it was a bad thing, most of the cheif engineers he knew could use a little more caution.
The doors to engineering opened up, admitting Jason into the already bustling room. Activity seemed to be taking place in nearly every corner of the room. Jason had worked with Peters briefly before he left; he was a good officer. Smart, quick thinking, optomistic...if Jason remembered right he was the only one that didn't complain about their Deriende mission.
Jason made his way around ensigns, yeomans, and warrant officers before finally finding Peters standing at the display that was next to the warpcore.
"You certainly seem to have your hand full chief."
Todd turned around when Jason talked and let a small smile escape his lips. He knew that Adam (NPC) had played a game of pool a few times with him.
"Hate to drop in on you like this but I thought I should make the rounds, I'm your acting XO. Is there anything you need?"
OFF: Tag Engineering Staff!
Lieutenant Commander Jason Barrett
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
-
Peters
- Senior Staff
- Posts: 202
- Joined: Mon Mar 20, 2006 2:17 pm
- Location: Space, the final frontier...
- Contact:
ON: <Engineering, 1525, MD06>
Peters was working on the systems integrations required by the new bridge module. Someone at the Fleet Corps of Engineers had forgotten to take into account that most Prometheus class starships still ran on Isolinear technology, while the new bridge had Bio-Neural gel packs. The Malinche herself was in a transition state. Bio-neural packs made up about forty percent of the ship's processors and subprocessors.
"You certainly seem to have your hand full chief."
Peters turned at the familiar-sounding voice and couldn't help a small smile. He'd been told Barrett was back aboard, but hadn't seen the man before now.
"Hate to drop in on you like this but I thought I should make the rounds, I'm your acting XO. Is there anything you need?"
"Most of what I need," Peters replied, "Has nothing to do with ship's resources. It's good to see you again, though, Lieutenant."
Jason nodded, he could only imagine the pain in the rear that Peters had to have been going through with all the processor upgrades. Toss in the new bridge module and it was a wonder that engineering wasn't more chaotic. Then again, Todd had always shown himself to be pretty good at reigning in the chaos.
"I can't imagine that the transition is going to be easy," Jason said, looking around the room. "Anything acting up? Has the corps of engineers in their vaunted wisdom sent you any extra help?"
"Nice wish," Peters snorted. "Admiral Manley did tell me he'd loan me some of his engineers if I needed them, but then what would I keep my people busy with?"
Peters shrugged. "We've mostly got in in hand. Just a few comm pathways acting up, and a couple of the umbilical lines up there need reconnected. They got knocked loose somehow."
"As long as it has nothing to do with the holodecks," Jason sighed. "I haven't been on a holodeck yet that hasn't tried to kill me."
"That's OK, I haven't been on a ship yet that I haven't had to fix every time we hit starbase," Peters replied. "And before that, I was on a starbase that I had to fix every time a ship visited. But I'll make sure the holodeck safety protocols are a little harder to disable for you."
"Much obliged Mr. Peters," Jason smiled. "I should probably head down to sickbay to visit the doctor, Adam (NPC) says he's rather interesting."
"I don't think that's a strong enough word. Tell him I'll be in for my physical sometime next week, though, would you?" Peters picked up a PADD from his station and held it out. "And in case the Captain asks, here's the Engineering status report as of an hour ago."
"Good man," Jason said, taking the PADD. "I hope that you'll join us tomorrow after we get underway. I'm having a little get together at 1900 for the senior staff."
"I'll be there, as long as the Bridge is fully operational and I'm not hiding from the Captain because it's not." Peters grinned. "See you then."
"Don't worry, I am sure we can always stun her into being relaxed either that or we can get something from sickbay for her that will make her not care. There are advantages to dating a medical officer," Jason smiled. With that said, he took the PADD and headed out of engineering.
OFF:
A JP With:
Lieutenant Jason Barrett
Acting Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
Peters was working on the systems integrations required by the new bridge module. Someone at the Fleet Corps of Engineers had forgotten to take into account that most Prometheus class starships still ran on Isolinear technology, while the new bridge had Bio-Neural gel packs. The Malinche herself was in a transition state. Bio-neural packs made up about forty percent of the ship's processors and subprocessors.
"You certainly seem to have your hand full chief."
Peters turned at the familiar-sounding voice and couldn't help a small smile. He'd been told Barrett was back aboard, but hadn't seen the man before now.
"Hate to drop in on you like this but I thought I should make the rounds, I'm your acting XO. Is there anything you need?"
"Most of what I need," Peters replied, "Has nothing to do with ship's resources. It's good to see you again, though, Lieutenant."
Jason nodded, he could only imagine the pain in the rear that Peters had to have been going through with all the processor upgrades. Toss in the new bridge module and it was a wonder that engineering wasn't more chaotic. Then again, Todd had always shown himself to be pretty good at reigning in the chaos.
"I can't imagine that the transition is going to be easy," Jason said, looking around the room. "Anything acting up? Has the corps of engineers in their vaunted wisdom sent you any extra help?"
"Nice wish," Peters snorted. "Admiral Manley did tell me he'd loan me some of his engineers if I needed them, but then what would I keep my people busy with?"
Peters shrugged. "We've mostly got in in hand. Just a few comm pathways acting up, and a couple of the umbilical lines up there need reconnected. They got knocked loose somehow."
"As long as it has nothing to do with the holodecks," Jason sighed. "I haven't been on a holodeck yet that hasn't tried to kill me."
"That's OK, I haven't been on a ship yet that I haven't had to fix every time we hit starbase," Peters replied. "And before that, I was on a starbase that I had to fix every time a ship visited. But I'll make sure the holodeck safety protocols are a little harder to disable for you."
"Much obliged Mr. Peters," Jason smiled. "I should probably head down to sickbay to visit the doctor, Adam (NPC) says he's rather interesting."
"I don't think that's a strong enough word. Tell him I'll be in for my physical sometime next week, though, would you?" Peters picked up a PADD from his station and held it out. "And in case the Captain asks, here's the Engineering status report as of an hour ago."
"Good man," Jason said, taking the PADD. "I hope that you'll join us tomorrow after we get underway. I'm having a little get together at 1900 for the senior staff."
"I'll be there, as long as the Bridge is fully operational and I'm not hiding from the Captain because it's not." Peters grinned. "See you then."
"Don't worry, I am sure we can always stun her into being relaxed either that or we can get something from sickbay for her that will make her not care. There are advantages to dating a medical officer," Jason smiled. With that said, he took the PADD and headed out of engineering.
OFF:
A JP With:
Lieutenant Jason Barrett
Acting Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
Tony
AKA
Lieutenant Commander Todd Peters
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
SB 386
09:00 hrs
Reyna had a few hours left until shoreleave ended and she was to officially report to her post on the Malinche.
?Fancy meeting you here.?
Reyna turned around to see a familiar face.
?Lt Ivosop, what are you doing here??
The Troglyte stepped out of the path of an engineer with an anti-grav palate.
?I could ask you the same thing.?
Reyna grinned sheepishly.
?I passed a nice little bar two floors up. Maybe we should go there to talk.?
The two former shipmates made their way to the bar, where they found an empty table.
Ivosop went first.
?Haven?t heard much from you since your discharge.?
?Sorry about that, once I was cleared I needed to spend some time back on Trillus Prime as I decided if I wanted to remain in Starfleet. As you can tell, I?m not ready to hang up my uniform. How about you, what are you up to these days??
Taking a sip of his drink Ivosop responded to Reyna?s question.
?I?m here on a layover. They?re putting together a team to investigate planet Thanatos, see if we can?t find out more information about that bio-weapon.?
Reyna motioned to the waiter before speaking.
?Thanatos, is that what they?re calling it. Well I hope you take plenty of precautions; wouldn?t want more casualties from this damn thing. ?
?They?re taking every possible precaution. A medical ship will be in orbit with a M.A.S.H (Mobile Accessible Surgical Hospital) unit planet side for any emergencies. We will travel to the site in a modified Argo and will be wearing EV suits when not in a controlled environment.? Ivosop motioned towards Reyna?s uniform. ?I guess I can?t get you to join us??
Reyna shook her head.
?Sorry no. If I had known about this a few weeks ago, I could have put off a permanent assignment, but I can?t request time this soon after signing on. Let me know if you find something??
Off:
Ensign Reyna Ward (NPC)
A&A Officer
09:00 hrs
Reyna had a few hours left until shoreleave ended and she was to officially report to her post on the Malinche.
?Fancy meeting you here.?
Reyna turned around to see a familiar face.
?Lt Ivosop, what are you doing here??
The Troglyte stepped out of the path of an engineer with an anti-grav palate.
?I could ask you the same thing.?
Reyna grinned sheepishly.
?I passed a nice little bar two floors up. Maybe we should go there to talk.?
The two former shipmates made their way to the bar, where they found an empty table.
Ivosop went first.
?Haven?t heard much from you since your discharge.?
?Sorry about that, once I was cleared I needed to spend some time back on Trillus Prime as I decided if I wanted to remain in Starfleet. As you can tell, I?m not ready to hang up my uniform. How about you, what are you up to these days??
Taking a sip of his drink Ivosop responded to Reyna?s question.
?I?m here on a layover. They?re putting together a team to investigate planet Thanatos, see if we can?t find out more information about that bio-weapon.?
Reyna motioned to the waiter before speaking.
?Thanatos, is that what they?re calling it. Well I hope you take plenty of precautions; wouldn?t want more casualties from this damn thing. ?
?They?re taking every possible precaution. A medical ship will be in orbit with a M.A.S.H (Mobile Accessible Surgical Hospital) unit planet side for any emergencies. We will travel to the site in a modified Argo and will be wearing EV suits when not in a controlled environment.? Ivosop motioned towards Reyna?s uniform. ?I guess I can?t get you to join us??
Reyna shook her head.
?Sorry no. If I had known about this a few weeks ago, I could have put off a permanent assignment, but I can?t request time this soon after signing on. Let me know if you find something??
Off:
Ensign Reyna Ward (NPC)
A&A Officer
Lt. Aaron Steele
Chief Science Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
On:
<<USS Malinche, Holodeck 1, 21:45, Day 2>>
"What do you mean, Danny's MIA? What the hell happened?" Quaid asked, dumbstruck by the revelation that one of his SSWAT buddies had gone missing.
"Well we'd been sent on an assignment, a group of Orion Syndicate members took the Tholian Ambassador hostage while he was travelling through Federation space on his way to Romulus," Hubbard explained. "I was leading the infiltration team, Danny was my second; you should have seen it, we blitzed through the Orion ship in record time. You would have been proud of us Jake."
"Just get to the point Rachael" Quaid replied, knowing full well that he probably would have been proud of them. He was proud to join SSWAT, he was proud to work with those that he worked with, and he was proud to train them new infiltration tactics.
"Sorry" the young woman said, clearing her throat. "Anyway, we made our way to the Bridge, but when we made our way onto the deck, a trap was waiting for us. It was a setup! They knew we were coming!!!"
Quaid watched as fresh tears flowed from Rachae'?s eyes, and he heard the familiar sound of her hand slamming against her desk.
"What happened Rachael? what did they do?" Quaid asked carefully.
"They...they used Klingon Pain sticks, they beat us sensless. Wanting information that we didn?t have," she replied.
"Nobody said the Syndicate are a smart bunch," Quaid replied, anger welling up inside him.
"Danny took the brunt of it? they beat him for 15 straight minutes and forced me to watch. When McTavish and the others arrived to rescue us, he was close to death," her voice was hitching as she tried to stop herself from breaking down.
All Quaid could do was stand there and be patient with her now, all the animosity he had felt toward her and the others after the way they rejected him had evaporated.
"He spent 8 months at the Starfleet Medical Facility on Archer IV. He - he'd changed though. Whenever we visited him, it was like we wentto see a stranger," Rachael continued, physically shaking.
"Go on," Quaid replied softly and reassuringly.
"When he was approved for active duty again he was making stupid mistakes, mistakes even a rookie cadet wouldn't make. He'd lost it Quaid - the skills, the experience, the heart, he wasn't fit for SSWAT. He tried though, he tried harder than anyone, he just couldn't do it anymore," Rachael was close to tears again.
Jake knew how Rachael felt about Danny; she loved him, as a brother, as a squadmate, as more. He wanted to be there to comfort her, or to try and find him and bring him back to her.
"About a month ago, Starfleet Intelligence received word that someone was leaking information about SSWAT to the Syndicate, to the Romulans, to anyone that paid the right price. McTavish and I looked into it and we found that Danny had been sending transmissions, he'd been disguising them as background radiation," Hubbard suddenly became angrier.
"Please no, don't tell me," Quaid replied, knowing what had transpired.
"Danny sold us out Quaid, he made us vulnerable. They have files on us, our missions, our tech!" Rachael?s fist pounded the desk again. "When we confronted him about it, he escaped, stole a shuttle from the Galaxy; he'd been planning it for months, computer viruses activated on his command, transporter codes, system shutdowns. It took Engineering 6 days to repair the damage he caused; we'd been adrift for four of them. We don't know where he's gone, what his plans are now."
"Slow down Rachael, we'll find him," Quaid said, trying to comfort her.
"No, we won't! Admiral Grohlman has shut SSWAT down until further notice; there's nothing we can do, nothing I can do!"
"But there's something I can do!" Quaid replied, "I'm going to talk to my CO, I've got some leave time, I'll use it to find him," Quaid replied.
"No, you can't do that. There's no telling what he'd do if you went after him, you'd kill each other! I called to warn you, not to go chasing after him, please Jake, just leave it to Starfleet Intel, they already have leads on him."
Quaid had never seen Rachael plead to anyone before, much less break down as she did. "Alright, but promise me you'll keep me posted," he replied.
"I will, I promise," she replied, "the last thing I need is to lose you too." Rachael replied, "Look, I'm sorry about the way we treated you, you didn't deserve it, you were the best of us, at what we did and more."
"What's done is done Rachael, let's put it behind us. Let me know if there's anything I can do," Quaid replied.
"I will, watch your back okay? We'll talk soon." Rachael replied finally before closing the channel.
As the Federation emblem replaced the image of his friend, Quaid stood in awe of what he just heard. He wanted to find Kersare and fill her in on the situation, take Emergency leave and borrow a Runabout, but he made a promise not to do so. Still, he wondered if it was about time that Kersare knew the whole truth about Quaid and his past, she'd shown faith in him afterall.
OFF
A Post by
Lt. Rachael Hubbard
Starfleet Special Weapons And Tactics Squad Commander
[NPC Played By Sean]
and
<<USS Malinche, Holodeck 1, 21:45, Day 2>>
"What do you mean, Danny's MIA? What the hell happened?" Quaid asked, dumbstruck by the revelation that one of his SSWAT buddies had gone missing.
"Well we'd been sent on an assignment, a group of Orion Syndicate members took the Tholian Ambassador hostage while he was travelling through Federation space on his way to Romulus," Hubbard explained. "I was leading the infiltration team, Danny was my second; you should have seen it, we blitzed through the Orion ship in record time. You would have been proud of us Jake."
"Just get to the point Rachael" Quaid replied, knowing full well that he probably would have been proud of them. He was proud to join SSWAT, he was proud to work with those that he worked with, and he was proud to train them new infiltration tactics.
"Sorry" the young woman said, clearing her throat. "Anyway, we made our way to the Bridge, but when we made our way onto the deck, a trap was waiting for us. It was a setup! They knew we were coming!!!"
Quaid watched as fresh tears flowed from Rachae'?s eyes, and he heard the familiar sound of her hand slamming against her desk.
"What happened Rachael? what did they do?" Quaid asked carefully.
"They...they used Klingon Pain sticks, they beat us sensless. Wanting information that we didn?t have," she replied.
"Nobody said the Syndicate are a smart bunch," Quaid replied, anger welling up inside him.
"Danny took the brunt of it? they beat him for 15 straight minutes and forced me to watch. When McTavish and the others arrived to rescue us, he was close to death," her voice was hitching as she tried to stop herself from breaking down.
All Quaid could do was stand there and be patient with her now, all the animosity he had felt toward her and the others after the way they rejected him had evaporated.
"He spent 8 months at the Starfleet Medical Facility on Archer IV. He - he'd changed though. Whenever we visited him, it was like we wentto see a stranger," Rachael continued, physically shaking.
"Go on," Quaid replied softly and reassuringly.
"When he was approved for active duty again he was making stupid mistakes, mistakes even a rookie cadet wouldn't make. He'd lost it Quaid - the skills, the experience, the heart, he wasn't fit for SSWAT. He tried though, he tried harder than anyone, he just couldn't do it anymore," Rachael was close to tears again.
Jake knew how Rachael felt about Danny; she loved him, as a brother, as a squadmate, as more. He wanted to be there to comfort her, or to try and find him and bring him back to her.
"About a month ago, Starfleet Intelligence received word that someone was leaking information about SSWAT to the Syndicate, to the Romulans, to anyone that paid the right price. McTavish and I looked into it and we found that Danny had been sending transmissions, he'd been disguising them as background radiation," Hubbard suddenly became angrier.
"Please no, don't tell me," Quaid replied, knowing what had transpired.
"Danny sold us out Quaid, he made us vulnerable. They have files on us, our missions, our tech!" Rachael?s fist pounded the desk again. "When we confronted him about it, he escaped, stole a shuttle from the Galaxy; he'd been planning it for months, computer viruses activated on his command, transporter codes, system shutdowns. It took Engineering 6 days to repair the damage he caused; we'd been adrift for four of them. We don't know where he's gone, what his plans are now."
"Slow down Rachael, we'll find him," Quaid said, trying to comfort her.
"No, we won't! Admiral Grohlman has shut SSWAT down until further notice; there's nothing we can do, nothing I can do!"
"But there's something I can do!" Quaid replied, "I'm going to talk to my CO, I've got some leave time, I'll use it to find him," Quaid replied.
"No, you can't do that. There's no telling what he'd do if you went after him, you'd kill each other! I called to warn you, not to go chasing after him, please Jake, just leave it to Starfleet Intel, they already have leads on him."
Quaid had never seen Rachael plead to anyone before, much less break down as she did. "Alright, but promise me you'll keep me posted," he replied.
"I will, I promise," she replied, "the last thing I need is to lose you too." Rachael replied, "Look, I'm sorry about the way we treated you, you didn't deserve it, you were the best of us, at what we did and more."
"What's done is done Rachael, let's put it behind us. Let me know if there's anything I can do," Quaid replied.
"I will, watch your back okay? We'll talk soon." Rachael replied finally before closing the channel.
As the Federation emblem replaced the image of his friend, Quaid stood in awe of what he just heard. He wanted to find Kersare and fill her in on the situation, take Emergency leave and borrow a Runabout, but he made a promise not to do so. Still, he wondered if it was about time that Kersare knew the whole truth about Quaid and his past, she'd shown faith in him afterall.
OFF
A Post by
Lt. Rachael Hubbard
Starfleet Special Weapons And Tactics Squad Commander
[NPC Played By Sean]
and
Lieutenant Jacob "Jake" Quaid
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
<<USS Malinche, Ready Room, Day 6, 0804>>
Going through the last of the transfer orders, Isabel decided she needed a break. Rubbing her eyes, she paused then stood from her desk. Thus far she still hadn't heard back from Marco as to whether he would be staying behind and giving up StarFleet or taking her up on her offer. If she didn't hear from him by lunchtime, Isabel decided it would be best to try to find him herself.
Marco shook his head in utter, utter disbelief at what he was sure he was about to do. His sweaty fingertips found the keypad and he felt his pulse thumping in his neck and head as he made contact.
Isabel turned towards the door, "Come in."
Marco stepped through the threshold noticing a distinctly more pleasant atmosphere in the ready room when compared to the bridge, which smelt most definitely of "engineer".
As Marco entered, Isabel was a little surprised but tried not to show it. "Mr. Tupalov, I was wondering when you would stop by."
A very brief smile flashed across Marco's face; "You're not the only one Keptin". He wanted to find the words to start the conversation but couldn't seem to get them out right, he fumbled in his own head for a few moments undoubtedly looking awkward for the Captain.
"Why don't you have a seat?" She motioned to one of the new chairs on the other side of her desk as she moved towards her own seat. "I take it you've considered my offer?"
Marco accepted the seat and found his fingers clenching his knees as he sat ramrod straigt. "....I...have, yes Keptin..." he began
Isabel nodded, "What would you like to do, Mr. Tupalov?"
Thankful for the interruption to gather his thoughts slightly, Marco made last second fleeting calculations before he gave her his answer.
"I will regret this the first time I am called Sir...." he began, "Keptin I will accept your offer...I believe you are right, without the service what do you have? People like us I mean. To the death, uh?!"
Marco meant it, having agonised over this, he was pretty certain he would die in this uniform, he would never retire.
"Yes, I agree. I'm glad you've decided to accept the offer," she smiled. Honestly, Isabel hadn't been sure which way Marco would go, so she decided to be prepared either way. Her eyes flashed down to her desk drawer; she opened it and pulled out a box. "To become a full Officer, you'll need to take some Officer Training courses first. For the time being, you are hereby given the rank of Warrant Officer 1st Class and are promoted to Chief Flight Control Officer."
It wasn't a GOOD feeling per se, but neither was it a particularly bad one. Though he'd have to see the Q now about his quarters. That, he thought, is what he would miss the most about enlistment - the camraderie and atmosphere in the underdecks, away from eyes and ears of "them".
"Oh shit Keptin, I'm one of THEM now" he said without thinking. He coughed and brought himself to attention, taking the box from her offering hand, "Sorry Keptin, thank you".
Isabel grinned and chuckled slightly, "It's alright. You're welcome. I'm sure you'll do an excellent job."
Marco offered a weak smile of affirmation; "I hope so..."
"I imagine you'll want to meet with your department...and you'll need to work out a duty schedule," she said. "Our first stop for the mission is Ivor Prime, so we'll be passing near the Taevon Expanse; I'd also like you or some of the more experienced Flight Control personnel on the bridge when we are."
"Yes ma'am" he replied sharply. 'Duty rosters...' he cringed and scolded himself inwardly, he forgot all about damn duty rosters...' Marco thought about the Taevon Expanse, he was vagely familiar with it, or moreso its notoriety - oft referred to as the Bermuda Triangle...no wonder Kersare wanted an old head at the helm when they were going near it.
She stood and extended her hand, "Good luck, Mr. Tupalov. I don't want to keep you, but if you have any questions, you know how to find me."
OFF: JP brought to you by:
Warrant Officer 1st Class Marco Tupalov
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Going through the last of the transfer orders, Isabel decided she needed a break. Rubbing her eyes, she paused then stood from her desk. Thus far she still hadn't heard back from Marco as to whether he would be staying behind and giving up StarFleet or taking her up on her offer. If she didn't hear from him by lunchtime, Isabel decided it would be best to try to find him herself.
Marco shook his head in utter, utter disbelief at what he was sure he was about to do. His sweaty fingertips found the keypad and he felt his pulse thumping in his neck and head as he made contact.
Isabel turned towards the door, "Come in."
Marco stepped through the threshold noticing a distinctly more pleasant atmosphere in the ready room when compared to the bridge, which smelt most definitely of "engineer".
As Marco entered, Isabel was a little surprised but tried not to show it. "Mr. Tupalov, I was wondering when you would stop by."
A very brief smile flashed across Marco's face; "You're not the only one Keptin". He wanted to find the words to start the conversation but couldn't seem to get them out right, he fumbled in his own head for a few moments undoubtedly looking awkward for the Captain.
"Why don't you have a seat?" She motioned to one of the new chairs on the other side of her desk as she moved towards her own seat. "I take it you've considered my offer?"
Marco accepted the seat and found his fingers clenching his knees as he sat ramrod straigt. "....I...have, yes Keptin..." he began
Isabel nodded, "What would you like to do, Mr. Tupalov?"
Thankful for the interruption to gather his thoughts slightly, Marco made last second fleeting calculations before he gave her his answer.
"I will regret this the first time I am called Sir...." he began, "Keptin I will accept your offer...I believe you are right, without the service what do you have? People like us I mean. To the death, uh?!"
Marco meant it, having agonised over this, he was pretty certain he would die in this uniform, he would never retire.
"Yes, I agree. I'm glad you've decided to accept the offer," she smiled. Honestly, Isabel hadn't been sure which way Marco would go, so she decided to be prepared either way. Her eyes flashed down to her desk drawer; she opened it and pulled out a box. "To become a full Officer, you'll need to take some Officer Training courses first. For the time being, you are hereby given the rank of Warrant Officer 1st Class and are promoted to Chief Flight Control Officer."
It wasn't a GOOD feeling per se, but neither was it a particularly bad one. Though he'd have to see the Q now about his quarters. That, he thought, is what he would miss the most about enlistment - the camraderie and atmosphere in the underdecks, away from eyes and ears of "them".
"Oh shit Keptin, I'm one of THEM now" he said without thinking. He coughed and brought himself to attention, taking the box from her offering hand, "Sorry Keptin, thank you".
Isabel grinned and chuckled slightly, "It's alright. You're welcome. I'm sure you'll do an excellent job."
Marco offered a weak smile of affirmation; "I hope so..."
"I imagine you'll want to meet with your department...and you'll need to work out a duty schedule," she said. "Our first stop for the mission is Ivor Prime, so we'll be passing near the Taevon Expanse; I'd also like you or some of the more experienced Flight Control personnel on the bridge when we are."
"Yes ma'am" he replied sharply. 'Duty rosters...' he cringed and scolded himself inwardly, he forgot all about damn duty rosters...' Marco thought about the Taevon Expanse, he was vagely familiar with it, or moreso its notoriety - oft referred to as the Bermuda Triangle...no wonder Kersare wanted an old head at the helm when they were going near it.
She stood and extended her hand, "Good luck, Mr. Tupalov. I don't want to keep you, but if you have any questions, you know how to find me."
OFF: JP brought to you by:
Warrant Officer 1st Class Marco Tupalov
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A