Once Upon A Starbase
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Starbase
Day 2, 1300
The night shift in engineering had been downright tranquil, without a single j-clip out of place. The following morning, Soren checked into Operations and obtained permission to go down to the base.
Not that Soren was hungry for R & R. He was more interested in a change of scene...visions of warp coils were dancing in his head, and he needed to clear his mind. Since he had no need for sleep, he thought he would get a bite to eat at a restaurant. More importantly, though, would be to find a baby gift for his second wife Laria, who was expecting a child to her third husband Ehlan.
He walked through the Promenade and spotted a small restaurant...simple, uncomplicated, and with the promise of unreplicated food.
As he entered, he spotted Commander Hunt at a table with a dark beverage and berry tarts. He thought he might say hello...he was certainly glad that the XO was getting some decent time off. He smiled that ear-to-ear Denobulan smile.
"Good afternoon, Commander. How are the tarts?"
<tag Hunt>
Day 2, 1300
The night shift in engineering had been downright tranquil, without a single j-clip out of place. The following morning, Soren checked into Operations and obtained permission to go down to the base.
Not that Soren was hungry for R & R. He was more interested in a change of scene...visions of warp coils were dancing in his head, and he needed to clear his mind. Since he had no need for sleep, he thought he would get a bite to eat at a restaurant. More importantly, though, would be to find a baby gift for his second wife Laria, who was expecting a child to her third husband Ehlan.
He walked through the Promenade and spotted a small restaurant...simple, uncomplicated, and with the promise of unreplicated food.
As he entered, he spotted Commander Hunt at a table with a dark beverage and berry tarts. He thought he might say hello...he was certainly glad that the XO was getting some decent time off. He smiled that ear-to-ear Denobulan smile.
"Good afternoon, Commander. How are the tarts?"
<tag Hunt>
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Chief Warrant Officer Second Class Soren
Boatswain
USS Malinche
NCC-38997-B
Chief Warrant Officer Second Class Soren
Boatswain
USS Malinche
NCC-38997-B
<<USS Malinche>>
<<Starbase Restaurant Bar, Day 2, 1305>>
Mason looked up seeing Soren looking a bit tired and offered him a seat before he answered the question. By then he was already on his third tart, his mouth was craving the tonic water set down by the waiter.
?Surprisingly good, its been too long since these lips have ever tasted real icoberries and tonic water all the way from the devlin system. But never mine that how are you??
<Tag Soren>
?Hmmm, this base has a lot to offer it seems just about every restaurant here has real food. I think the station manager is trying to put this place on the map. So tell me how long have on the station everything going well in operations business??
<Tag Soren>
The waiter brought over a large dish of Bavarian catapies and a small steak with potatoes. Hunt hadn?t eaten this much real food since leaving earth on his first deep space assignment. Tearing into the food, he realized that he was being rude and handed him a menu.
?Soren, at ease relax a bit and order something to eat. After we have eaten how about we hit the holodeck gaming center I hear they have a knew ferengi tango wheel where they allow you two free spins three is you are a Starfleet officer.?
<Tag Soren>
A group of andorians walked in carrying musical cases setting up on the stage just opposite the table where Mason and Soren had been sitting. The lights dimmed in the entire room also the stage. Just one white light shined on the trio as they began to play jazz music.
?I heard they play the best jazz around, their music has been known to ease even the highest tempered individual. Jazz has always been my favorite when ever I would be swamped with paper work or just being tied up with something in general it always allowed me to step back for a moment and breath. What kind of music do you like??
<Tag Soren>
The band played on for about an hour by then both were finished with their meals.
?So ready to head over to the holodeck center?? asked Mason.
OFF: Tag Soren
<<Starbase Restaurant Bar, Day 2, 1305>>
Mason looked up seeing Soren looking a bit tired and offered him a seat before he answered the question. By then he was already on his third tart, his mouth was craving the tonic water set down by the waiter.
?Surprisingly good, its been too long since these lips have ever tasted real icoberries and tonic water all the way from the devlin system. But never mine that how are you??
<Tag Soren>
?Hmmm, this base has a lot to offer it seems just about every restaurant here has real food. I think the station manager is trying to put this place on the map. So tell me how long have on the station everything going well in operations business??
<Tag Soren>
The waiter brought over a large dish of Bavarian catapies and a small steak with potatoes. Hunt hadn?t eaten this much real food since leaving earth on his first deep space assignment. Tearing into the food, he realized that he was being rude and handed him a menu.
?Soren, at ease relax a bit and order something to eat. After we have eaten how about we hit the holodeck gaming center I hear they have a knew ferengi tango wheel where they allow you two free spins three is you are a Starfleet officer.?
<Tag Soren>
A group of andorians walked in carrying musical cases setting up on the stage just opposite the table where Mason and Soren had been sitting. The lights dimmed in the entire room also the stage. Just one white light shined on the trio as they began to play jazz music.
?I heard they play the best jazz around, their music has been known to ease even the highest tempered individual. Jazz has always been my favorite when ever I would be swamped with paper work or just being tied up with something in general it always allowed me to step back for a moment and breath. What kind of music do you like??
<Tag Soren>
The band played on for about an hour by then both were finished with their meals.
?So ready to head over to the holodeck center?? asked Mason.
OFF: Tag Soren
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Commander Mason Hunt
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ON: <<USS Malinche>>Barrett wrote: Rushing forward, Jason and Amanda barreled through the stunned cadets and down the corridor, Amanda firing off some wild burst behind her. They came around the corner and took off in a dead sprint toward the access terminal.
<Holodeck 2, Day 1, 1250>
"Computer end program. Begin Security Classroom", Cheetara ordered quickly
The holodeck changed back to the classroom with all the desks.
"Congradulations, you are all dead!", Cheetara exclaimed. "Barrett, Darkhelm, thank you for your cooperation. So can anyone tell me what happened?"
The room was quiet and then one of the cadets finally spoke up. "I'm sure it was my fault somehow."
"What would make you say that?" she asked.
"Well Ma'am, I get blamed for everything that goes wrong", he replied.
"You aren't totally wrong, it's everyone's fault. No one person can ever be blamed for the failure of a mission. If a team fails, then it's the team's fault. The fact of the matter is this, you need to be more careful. If those grenades had been life, you would be dead. All of you. Make sure to use your tricorders to see what's around a corner. Just using a phaser rifle to sweep the corridor that you are in won't help save your necks."
By this time the cadet sat back down and everyone's eyes were fixed on Cheetara. The listened intently as she looked around the room and fixed her gaze on a cadet that wasn't really paying attention.
"Is there a problem 2nd Year Cadet?" Cheetara yelled in his direction to get his attention.
Instantly his head popped up, "Who me?"
"Well if you were paying attention, then you know who I'm talking to," she retorted. "Of course I'm talking to you. You are the only one with their head down. Is there something you are thinking that is more important than this training that you would like to share with the rest of us?"
"Not really. I was just thinking about something, that's all", he replied
"What's your name Cadet?"
"Kaylara Sir. Patrick Kaylara." he answered in a quiet tone.
"Since you seem to have better things to think about than this training course, then you are excused. Ensign Morris(NPC), escort this cadet to transporter room 1 and have him beamed back to Lieutenant Monal."
Morris immediately got up and escorted the cadet out of the holodeck.
"My staff me be excused to go enjoy their shoreleave. The rest of you cadets will stay here and continue to train. Now as you can see, I'm not joking when I say I'll send you back. Don't expect to see him still there when you all get back. Now let's get back to the training."
Cheetara looked around the room to see who has the highest rank among the cadets. After a few moments she saw a 4th year cadet.
"What's your name Cadet?" she asked
"Hooper Sir, Megan Hooper", the girl replied.
"Very well Ms. Hooper, you will take charge of the following simmulated missions. Now remember that some of you should be using the tricorders. You may be in charge, but you still need help from those around you. All of you are a team and must work together. You will now be taken to an unknown planet where it will become quite hostile. Your mission is to infiltrate the cave, save the four captured crewmen and return back to the beam out spot. Computer, begin Security 79481 Beta"
Training continued over the next 4 hours of different programs. Cheetara was pleased with how the group began to work together to overcome the obstacles she placed in front of them after the first 2 hours. The first 2 hours however were horrible. Cooperation was at a minimal as they continued to repeatedly die over stupid mistakes in the different programs.
<1700>
"Computer end program", Cheetara ordered it for the last time. "So how does it feel to finally be working together as a team without dieing?"
She listened to the cheers and yelling as the cadets got all excited.
"I must say that I am proud of all of you. And coming from me, that is a high compliment", she paused for a moment. "Now on a serious note. You can think of me however you wish. The only thing I ask is that you remember your training, because it will save you life in the future. Dismissed everyone. Take the shuttle and go back home."
She watched as everyone began leaving. Megan stayed behind for a moment and went up to Cheetara.
"Thank you very much", Megan said
"It's not neccessary for you to thank me."
"Yes it is. You helped alot of us throughout this training. A training in which you didn't have to do in the first place, but volunteered to", Megan paused. " For all that you deserve thanks. I'll never forget what I've learned here today. I'm sure none of them will either. You seemed like you would be very hard on people at first, but your methods of training are very effective."
"Alright cadet. Go catch up with your team", Cheetara said giving her a little push out of the holodeck door. "And thank you as well."
<Personal Quarters, 1730>
Cheetara had made sure that they had all gotten to the shuttlebay and left before going to her quarters. She was tired and in alot of need for doing some regenerating. She layed down on her bed and connected the two cords she needed after setting her alarm for 0400. A few minutes later she had drifted off into 'la la land'.
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ON: <Starbase 10, Promenade, Day 1, 1840>
Peters wandered along the Promenade, looking in various shop windows and thinking about the path that had brought him here. While he had told Captain Kersare that he needed to unpack, and it was true, he didn't have a whole lot to unpack. His uniforms, some civilian clothes, and the small handful of items that weren't in storage at Utopia Planitia and that hadn't been destroyed at the original Starbase 60.
He'd taken the hint that the Universe was sending him... an officer's quarters aboard a ship or base just weren't the place for very rare or prized possessions. It was better to have a few things that made a space your own, but could be replaced without too much trouble, than to have a large number of things that were hard to replace.
Still, he didn't have much and his small quarters at Utopia Planitia had always seemed spare. He'd seen the size of his new quarters and they were close to the same size. With how at home he HADN'T felt at Utopia, Peters thought maybe buying something he liked for his new quarters might help him a bit.
He found himself standing at the window of a shop that seemed to have no particular grouping of merchandise. There was everything from small knick knacks to rare collectibles, to every day items. There were even a few things Peters couldn't place the origin or purpose of.
Even from his vantage point, however, he could see a couple of things that he would like. There was a model of a Constitution class ship, and Peters would bet money that a close inspection would reveal it to be the Enterprise, a print of Earth with the Moon visible, lit up like a Christmas tree with all the lights of Human settlements on the "dark" side, and even a carving of the Starfleet Academy emblem. He was sure with the selection available there would be more things in the store that he might find of interest. Choices, choices.
Dimly, in the corner of his eye, Peters became aware that someone was now standing next to him, also looking into the shop. Peters ignored him for the moment, since the person appeared to be paying him no mind. Still, the presence seemed familiar somehow.
"Quite a selection they have, don't you think?" the man asked in a very familiar-sounding voice. Peters whirled to face the man. He burst out into a smile, seeing the man facing him do the same.
"Tom Meyer, you old rascal. How did you end up here?"
Tom chuckled and put a hand on Peters' shoulder. "Well, I'll tell you, it was some feat... packing everything up, getting a new spot to rent.... anyway, the short version is that the Missus got a promotion and was transferred here as the station's Chief of Operations. So rather than split the family up, again, I decided it'd be easier to move my place of business. So then when I saw you looking in my window, I thought I'd come out and say hello. I wondered how long it would take you to notice me."
Peters blushed slightly. "I've been kinda pre-occupied lately, had my mind on other things. I still miss Starbase 60... Never was very happy at Utopia Planitia... Too much paperwork, not enough hands on work there. But most of my stuff is still in storage there and..."
"And you thought you might buy yourself something for your quarters to cheer you up a bit? Oh, don't look so shocked, Todd, my boy, I've been selling things to people since you were still in diapers. My brother may have gotten all the technical know-how and tactical ingenuity, but I got the intuition about people."
Peters blinked and stared blankly at Tom, wondering at the courses of fate, if such a thing existed. Still, it was nice to see a familiar face, and he knew Tom wouldn't cheat him. "alright, you have me pegged. So what've you got?"
Tom smiled slightly and put his hand on Peters' back, guiding him into the store. "Well let me just show you, my boy. The Chief Engineer of a Prometheus Class starship must have only the finest. Yes, I know your assignment. I still have my sources of information, after all..."
OFF: I'll be available for JPs and picking up tags tomorrow and Wednesday if anyone's interested.
Peters wandered along the Promenade, looking in various shop windows and thinking about the path that had brought him here. While he had told Captain Kersare that he needed to unpack, and it was true, he didn't have a whole lot to unpack. His uniforms, some civilian clothes, and the small handful of items that weren't in storage at Utopia Planitia and that hadn't been destroyed at the original Starbase 60.
He'd taken the hint that the Universe was sending him... an officer's quarters aboard a ship or base just weren't the place for very rare or prized possessions. It was better to have a few things that made a space your own, but could be replaced without too much trouble, than to have a large number of things that were hard to replace.
Still, he didn't have much and his small quarters at Utopia Planitia had always seemed spare. He'd seen the size of his new quarters and they were close to the same size. With how at home he HADN'T felt at Utopia, Peters thought maybe buying something he liked for his new quarters might help him a bit.
He found himself standing at the window of a shop that seemed to have no particular grouping of merchandise. There was everything from small knick knacks to rare collectibles, to every day items. There were even a few things Peters couldn't place the origin or purpose of.
Even from his vantage point, however, he could see a couple of things that he would like. There was a model of a Constitution class ship, and Peters would bet money that a close inspection would reveal it to be the Enterprise, a print of Earth with the Moon visible, lit up like a Christmas tree with all the lights of Human settlements on the "dark" side, and even a carving of the Starfleet Academy emblem. He was sure with the selection available there would be more things in the store that he might find of interest. Choices, choices.
Dimly, in the corner of his eye, Peters became aware that someone was now standing next to him, also looking into the shop. Peters ignored him for the moment, since the person appeared to be paying him no mind. Still, the presence seemed familiar somehow.
"Quite a selection they have, don't you think?" the man asked in a very familiar-sounding voice. Peters whirled to face the man. He burst out into a smile, seeing the man facing him do the same.
"Tom Meyer, you old rascal. How did you end up here?"
Tom chuckled and put a hand on Peters' shoulder. "Well, I'll tell you, it was some feat... packing everything up, getting a new spot to rent.... anyway, the short version is that the Missus got a promotion and was transferred here as the station's Chief of Operations. So rather than split the family up, again, I decided it'd be easier to move my place of business. So then when I saw you looking in my window, I thought I'd come out and say hello. I wondered how long it would take you to notice me."
Peters blushed slightly. "I've been kinda pre-occupied lately, had my mind on other things. I still miss Starbase 60... Never was very happy at Utopia Planitia... Too much paperwork, not enough hands on work there. But most of my stuff is still in storage there and..."
"And you thought you might buy yourself something for your quarters to cheer you up a bit? Oh, don't look so shocked, Todd, my boy, I've been selling things to people since you were still in diapers. My brother may have gotten all the technical know-how and tactical ingenuity, but I got the intuition about people."
Peters blinked and stared blankly at Tom, wondering at the courses of fate, if such a thing existed. Still, it was nice to see a familiar face, and he knew Tom wouldn't cheat him. "alright, you have me pegged. So what've you got?"
Tom smiled slightly and put his hand on Peters' back, guiding him into the store. "Well let me just show you, my boy. The Chief Engineer of a Prometheus Class starship must have only the finest. Yes, I know your assignment. I still have my sources of information, after all..."
OFF: I'll be available for JPs and picking up tags tomorrow and Wednesday if anyone's interested.
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Tony
AKA
Lieutenant Commander Todd Peters
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<USS Malinche>>
<<Starbase Restaurant Bar, Day 2, 1305>>
Mason looked up seeing Soren looking a bit tired and offered him a seat before he answered the question. By then he was already on his third tart, his mouth was craving the tonic water set down by the waiter.
?Surprisingly good, its been too long since these lips have ever tasted real icoberries and tonic water all the way from the devlin system. But never mine that how are you??
Soren nodded reassuringly. "Well enough, sir. I've had my sleep for the year, but I needed a change of scene and unreplicated food."
?Hmmm, this base has a lot to offer it seems just about every restaurant here has real food. I think the station manager is trying to put this place on the map. So tell me how long have on the station everything going well in operations business??
"So far, so good, Commander. The last of the LCARS is going smoothly, our inventories are just about perfect, engineering is coming along, and I even worked out a more efficient alignment for the matter/anti-matter injectors. Can't complain too much."
The waiter brought over a large dish of Bavarian catapies and a small steak with potatoes. Hunt hadn?t eaten this much real food since leaving earth on his first deep space assignment. Tearing into the food, he realized that he was being rude and handed him a menu.
?Soren, at ease relax a bit and order something to eat. After we have eaten how about we hit the holodeck gaming center I hear they have a knew ferengi tango wheel where they allow you two free spins three is you are a Starfleet officer.?
Another of those ear-to-ear Denobulan smiles. "Thank you sir, I will. And Tango sounds good...win a little more credit. My second wife is expecting by her third husband, so I need to locate and raid a shop for an infant gift."
A group of andorians walked in carrying musical cases setting up on the stage just opposite the table where Mason and Soren had been sitting. The lights dimmed in the entire room also the stage. Just one white light shined on the trio as they began to play jazz music.
?I heard they play the best jazz around, their music has been known to ease even the highest tempered individual. Jazz has always been my favorite when ever I would be swamped with paper work or just being tied up with something in general it always allowed me to step back for a moment and breath. What kind of music do you like??
"I like all jazz except Dixieland because you can't dance to it. I love the classics, Risan romantic music, and some Terran 'show tunes.' Vulcan and Klingon chant are probably my least favorites. I do admit to enjoying the simple melodies I coax out of my Ressikan flute."
The band played on for about an hour by then both were finished with their meals.
?So ready to head over to the holodeck center?? asked Mason.
With perfect innocence, Soren said: "They'll never know what hit them, sir."
<tag Hunt>
<<Starbase Restaurant Bar, Day 2, 1305>>
Mason looked up seeing Soren looking a bit tired and offered him a seat before he answered the question. By then he was already on his third tart, his mouth was craving the tonic water set down by the waiter.
?Surprisingly good, its been too long since these lips have ever tasted real icoberries and tonic water all the way from the devlin system. But never mine that how are you??
Soren nodded reassuringly. "Well enough, sir. I've had my sleep for the year, but I needed a change of scene and unreplicated food."
?Hmmm, this base has a lot to offer it seems just about every restaurant here has real food. I think the station manager is trying to put this place on the map. So tell me how long have on the station everything going well in operations business??
"So far, so good, Commander. The last of the LCARS is going smoothly, our inventories are just about perfect, engineering is coming along, and I even worked out a more efficient alignment for the matter/anti-matter injectors. Can't complain too much."
The waiter brought over a large dish of Bavarian catapies and a small steak with potatoes. Hunt hadn?t eaten this much real food since leaving earth on his first deep space assignment. Tearing into the food, he realized that he was being rude and handed him a menu.
?Soren, at ease relax a bit and order something to eat. After we have eaten how about we hit the holodeck gaming center I hear they have a knew ferengi tango wheel where they allow you two free spins three is you are a Starfleet officer.?
Another of those ear-to-ear Denobulan smiles. "Thank you sir, I will. And Tango sounds good...win a little more credit. My second wife is expecting by her third husband, so I need to locate and raid a shop for an infant gift."
A group of andorians walked in carrying musical cases setting up on the stage just opposite the table where Mason and Soren had been sitting. The lights dimmed in the entire room also the stage. Just one white light shined on the trio as they began to play jazz music.
?I heard they play the best jazz around, their music has been known to ease even the highest tempered individual. Jazz has always been my favorite when ever I would be swamped with paper work or just being tied up with something in general it always allowed me to step back for a moment and breath. What kind of music do you like??
"I like all jazz except Dixieland because you can't dance to it. I love the classics, Risan romantic music, and some Terran 'show tunes.' Vulcan and Klingon chant are probably my least favorites. I do admit to enjoying the simple melodies I coax out of my Ressikan flute."
The band played on for about an hour by then both were finished with their meals.
?So ready to head over to the holodeck center?? asked Mason.
With perfect innocence, Soren said: "They'll never know what hit them, sir."
<tag Hunt>
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Chief Warrant Officer Second Class Soren
Boatswain
USS Malinche
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ON: <Day 2, Main Engineering, 1747>
<snip>Brice extended his hand. "I'm Petty Officer Brice Thomas, COB and apparently your new engineer's mate." </snip>
Peters took the extended hand. "Nice to meet you, Chief. What can I do for you?"
"More so what can I do for you...you're the cheif engineer after all."
Peters chuckled. "Yes, I suppose you're right. You probably know the personnel better than I do at this point. What can you tell me?"
"They are hard working, intelligent, a little stiff for my taste," Brice smiled. "But all together a good crew."
"Well, that's, short, but definitely good to hear. Anything in particular that you know of that I should keep my eyes on, or open for?"
"Just the bad luck this ship seems to carry around with her," Brice smiled. "Not really, I do think we could use some more work on the starboard power coupling, its been acting up lately. I also had some designs for increaseing phaser power that me and Lt. Barrett came up with that I think we can implment with miminmal time and effort."
Peters nodded as Thomas listed the issues at hand. "Alright... you can go ahead and assign a team to the power coupling. I'd like to see the plans for those improvements before their implemented, if you don't mind, but it should be somethign we can run with."
"I already had them sent to your personal databse, the computer is having some lag time issues so they may take awhile to get there. Ops is busying defragging the tactical array."
"Hrm," Peters muttered, "We might have to look into that too. I'm sure they'll show up before I get back to my office, though. How many personnel are currently on leave from the department, do you know?"
"I don't know the exact numbers, I wouldn't worry about the computer, Barrett will have it working in no time...damn man came back from the dead," Brice realized that he wandered off subject, he cleared his throat and then started again. "I think you still have roughly about half your staff still onboard."
"Well, that'll do for now. Thank you, Chief. I appreciate the information." Peters inclined his head slightly towards the other man. "I plan to have a department staff meeting before we launch, but I haven't set a time yet."
"Its up to you, sir. I have been up to my ears in engineering and departmental reports since we docked."
"I understand that feeling. Any other pressing matters?" Peters inquired.
"None that I am aware of."
Peters extended his hand to Thomas. "Then I'll let you know when the meeting will be, and I'll see you around the department. I'll also get back to you on those imrpovements as soon as I receive the file."
"No problem, I'll see you around chief." Brice shook Peters' hand again, and then both men turned to head off in different directions.
OFF:
A JP with
Chief Petty Officer Brice Thomas
Chief of the Boat
Engineer's Mate
USS Malinche
<snip>Brice extended his hand. "I'm Petty Officer Brice Thomas, COB and apparently your new engineer's mate." </snip>
Peters took the extended hand. "Nice to meet you, Chief. What can I do for you?"
"More so what can I do for you...you're the cheif engineer after all."
Peters chuckled. "Yes, I suppose you're right. You probably know the personnel better than I do at this point. What can you tell me?"
"They are hard working, intelligent, a little stiff for my taste," Brice smiled. "But all together a good crew."
"Well, that's, short, but definitely good to hear. Anything in particular that you know of that I should keep my eyes on, or open for?"
"Just the bad luck this ship seems to carry around with her," Brice smiled. "Not really, I do think we could use some more work on the starboard power coupling, its been acting up lately. I also had some designs for increaseing phaser power that me and Lt. Barrett came up with that I think we can implment with miminmal time and effort."
Peters nodded as Thomas listed the issues at hand. "Alright... you can go ahead and assign a team to the power coupling. I'd like to see the plans for those improvements before their implemented, if you don't mind, but it should be somethign we can run with."
"I already had them sent to your personal databse, the computer is having some lag time issues so they may take awhile to get there. Ops is busying defragging the tactical array."
"Hrm," Peters muttered, "We might have to look into that too. I'm sure they'll show up before I get back to my office, though. How many personnel are currently on leave from the department, do you know?"
"I don't know the exact numbers, I wouldn't worry about the computer, Barrett will have it working in no time...damn man came back from the dead," Brice realized that he wandered off subject, he cleared his throat and then started again. "I think you still have roughly about half your staff still onboard."
"Well, that'll do for now. Thank you, Chief. I appreciate the information." Peters inclined his head slightly towards the other man. "I plan to have a department staff meeting before we launch, but I haven't set a time yet."
"Its up to you, sir. I have been up to my ears in engineering and departmental reports since we docked."
"I understand that feeling. Any other pressing matters?" Peters inquired.
"None that I am aware of."
Peters extended his hand to Thomas. "Then I'll let you know when the meeting will be, and I'll see you around the department. I'll also get back to you on those imrpovements as soon as I receive the file."
"No problem, I'll see you around chief." Brice shook Peters' hand again, and then both men turned to head off in different directions.
OFF:
A JP with
Chief Petty Officer Brice Thomas
Chief of the Boat
Engineer's Mate
USS Malinche
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Tony
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Lieutenant Commander Todd Peters
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Now Boarding...
On:
<<Starbase 10, Outside Malinche Airlock>>
<Day 1, 1900 Hours>
Sara didn't expect it to take as long as it did to get her shuttlecraft placed in storage for the time being, with all the paperwork that had to be looked over and all the security issues to take care of it was a wonder that it even got done. The ensign sighed and headed towards the airlock for the Malinche then handed over the PADD that stated her new assignment to one of the Security personel stationed just inside the ship.
Ens. Anders(NPC): "Alright it seems your data is in order, welcome aboard."
Rayne: "Thank you."
With that business taken care of Sara made her way towards the Intel dept. with little problem seeing that she had memerised the layout of the Prometheus class ships weeks earlier. It didn't take very long till she came to the office of Lt. Grayson, and she took a moment to ready herself before ringing the chime.
OFF: Tags Grayson
<<Starbase 10, Outside Malinche Airlock>>
<Day 1, 1900 Hours>
Sara didn't expect it to take as long as it did to get her shuttlecraft placed in storage for the time being, with all the paperwork that had to be looked over and all the security issues to take care of it was a wonder that it even got done. The ensign sighed and headed towards the airlock for the Malinche then handed over the PADD that stated her new assignment to one of the Security personel stationed just inside the ship.
Ens. Anders(NPC): "Alright it seems your data is in order, welcome aboard."
Rayne: "Thank you."
With that business taken care of Sara made her way towards the Intel dept. with little problem seeing that she had memerised the layout of the Prometheus class ships weeks earlier. It didn't take very long till she came to the office of Lt. Grayson, and she took a moment to ready herself before ringing the chime.
OFF: Tags Grayson
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Ensign Sara Rayne
Acting Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche-B NCC-38897-B
"Beware The Penguins!"
<<USS Malinche, Brig, 1353 HR, MD 01>>
The stale air of the brig suffocated Roderic as he moved into the space. Several empty holding cells lined the walls of the large room, a small office (he assumed his) was the first door off to his left. He was home.
Quickly sticking his head into the office, he looked at the empty desk, before ducking back out. There was always something about exploring a new place for the first time. Gave him an exciting feeling, as if he were doing a hundred dips on a rollercoaster at the same time. Clasping his hands behind his back, he strode past the holding cells carefully looking at each identical one for obvious design flaws or possible ways of escaping.
For the most part, Starfleet designed her brig spaces with the utmost expertise, but when those designs were handed down to the engineers who would be building the puzzle, sometimes mistakes happened. Roderic preferred to catch those mistakes before they could effect his job. It wasn't that he was worried that the occassional offending Starfleet crewmen would get loose - you could count on them most of the time to just stick put, seeing as they were already in trouble - but those rare prisoners who were the real threat are what kept Roderic up at nights.
Seeing nothing, Roderic turned on his heel and walked past the cells again back to his office. Starting tomorrow, he'd have his fellow brig officers lock him in each cell and then he'd try to escape. The best way to catch the flaws was to think like a prisoner and to break out of your own cell.
<<OFF>>
The stale air of the brig suffocated Roderic as he moved into the space. Several empty holding cells lined the walls of the large room, a small office (he assumed his) was the first door off to his left. He was home.
Quickly sticking his head into the office, he looked at the empty desk, before ducking back out. There was always something about exploring a new place for the first time. Gave him an exciting feeling, as if he were doing a hundred dips on a rollercoaster at the same time. Clasping his hands behind his back, he strode past the holding cells carefully looking at each identical one for obvious design flaws or possible ways of escaping.
For the most part, Starfleet designed her brig spaces with the utmost expertise, but when those designs were handed down to the engineers who would be building the puzzle, sometimes mistakes happened. Roderic preferred to catch those mistakes before they could effect his job. It wasn't that he was worried that the occassional offending Starfleet crewmen would get loose - you could count on them most of the time to just stick put, seeing as they were already in trouble - but those rare prisoners who were the real threat are what kept Roderic up at nights.
Seeing nothing, Roderic turned on his heel and walked past the cells again back to his office. Starting tomorrow, he'd have his fellow brig officers lock him in each cell and then he'd try to escape. The best way to catch the flaws was to think like a prisoner and to break out of your own cell.
<<OFF>>
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Lieutenant JG Roderic Treharne
Brig Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
Lieutenant JG Roderic Treharne
Brig Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
<<USS Malinche>>
<<Starbase Restaurant Bar, Day 2, 1400>>
The two finshed up their meals and headed over to the center, it was so crowded that they coudln't even get threw the front door. Luckily Mason saw an old friend who happened to work there and let them in threw the back door. Loud music and doors opening back and forth so much the two officers from the Malinche were given head sets so they could talk with the other.
"Wildly isn't?" asked Mason.
<Tag Soren>
"There is one opening over there we can slip in before anyone gets it."
When they walked up to the lcars menu with all the available programs on it one caught Mason's eye. The program was set i the background of paris in the mid 1930's in a local tavern just outside the main capital city. Hunt accessed the program when the computer bleeped they walked in. The room was filled with fog and loud noise coming from two old men hitting the other laughing about old times.
As they went further up ahead, a bright light appeared from two large doors being opened with soothing violin music playing and some minor conversation in the mix. Mason with Soren just behind him entered the what was becoming clear now to be a tavern. The realistic aspects of the program was something Mason or Soren could pathom.
Just across the way in front of a fire place stood a brown pool table with cue sticks handing from the sides. A married couple had just finshed up their game and moved on over to their table for a bite to eat.
"Hmmm, now this is more like it eh?" asked Mason.
<Tag Soren>
"Ok, I'll let you have the honor of breaking. Let's have a little wager if you when you buy drinks for everyone in here if I when I will buy the next two holo sessions." said Mason putting more chalk onto his cue stick.
<Tag Soren>
Two romulan females walked in dressed in civilian clothing. Soren just turned to grab his drink when he noticed them walking in heading over to the bar. Mason turned to see what he was looking at since Soren had missed several shots.
"Are you ok Soren?" asked Mason.
<Tag Soren>
"Why not go over and talk one of them? That one on the right is giving you a look you should go over and talk to her."
<Tag Soren>
Mason understood Soren's reaction and decided to wave them over to the table.
<Tag Soren>
"Listen Soren, you have to learn to relax and besides they were coming over here anyway." said Mason.
<Tag Soren>
OFF: Tag Soren
<<Starbase Restaurant Bar, Day 2, 1400>>
The two finshed up their meals and headed over to the center, it was so crowded that they coudln't even get threw the front door. Luckily Mason saw an old friend who happened to work there and let them in threw the back door. Loud music and doors opening back and forth so much the two officers from the Malinche were given head sets so they could talk with the other.
"Wildly isn't?" asked Mason.
<Tag Soren>
"There is one opening over there we can slip in before anyone gets it."
When they walked up to the lcars menu with all the available programs on it one caught Mason's eye. The program was set i the background of paris in the mid 1930's in a local tavern just outside the main capital city. Hunt accessed the program when the computer bleeped they walked in. The room was filled with fog and loud noise coming from two old men hitting the other laughing about old times.
As they went further up ahead, a bright light appeared from two large doors being opened with soothing violin music playing and some minor conversation in the mix. Mason with Soren just behind him entered the what was becoming clear now to be a tavern. The realistic aspects of the program was something Mason or Soren could pathom.
Just across the way in front of a fire place stood a brown pool table with cue sticks handing from the sides. A married couple had just finshed up their game and moved on over to their table for a bite to eat.
"Hmmm, now this is more like it eh?" asked Mason.
<Tag Soren>
"Ok, I'll let you have the honor of breaking. Let's have a little wager if you when you buy drinks for everyone in here if I when I will buy the next two holo sessions." said Mason putting more chalk onto his cue stick.
<Tag Soren>
Two romulan females walked in dressed in civilian clothing. Soren just turned to grab his drink when he noticed them walking in heading over to the bar. Mason turned to see what he was looking at since Soren had missed several shots.
"Are you ok Soren?" asked Mason.
<Tag Soren>
"Why not go over and talk one of them? That one on the right is giving you a look you should go over and talk to her."
<Tag Soren>
Mason understood Soren's reaction and decided to wave them over to the table.
<Tag Soren>
"Listen Soren, you have to learn to relax and besides they were coming over here anyway." said Mason.
<Tag Soren>
OFF: Tag Soren
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Commander Mason Hunt
First Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38897-B
<<USS Malinche>>
<<Starbase Restaurant Bar, Day 2, 1400>>
ON
The two finshed up their meals and headed over to the center, it was so crowded that they coudln't even get threw the front door. Luckily Mason saw an old friend who happened to work there and let them in threw the back door. Loud music and doors opening back and forth so much the two officers from the Malinche were given head sets so they could talk with the other.
"Wildly isn't?" asked Mason.
"It is that, sir. What a riot. Which way in?" Soren looked around, but Hunt spotted an entry.
"There is one opening over there we can slip in before anyone gets it."
When they walked up to the LCARS menu with all the available programs on it one caught Mason's eye. The program was set i the background of paris in the mid 1930's in a local tavern just outside the main capital city. Hunt accessed the program when the computer bleeped they walked in. The room was filled with fog and loud noise coming from two old men hitting the other laughing about old times.
As they went further up ahead, a bright light appeared from two large doors being opened with soothing violin music playing and some minor conversation in the mix. Mason with Soren just behind him entered the what was becoming clear now to be a tavern. The realistic aspects of the program was something Mason or Soren could pathom.
Just across the way in front of a fire place stood a brown pool table with cue sticks handing from the sides. A married couple had just finshed up their game and moved on over to their table for a bite to eat.
"Hmmm, now this is more like it eh?" asked Mason.
Soren smiled from ear to ear. "I played this some back on Rigel before I enlisted. I might be a little rusty." But he racked the balls in an 8-ball configuration. Hunt spoke.
"Ok, I'll let you have the honor of breaking. Let's have a little wager if you when you buy drinks for everyone in here if I when I will buy the next two holo sessions." said Mason putting more chalk onto his cue stick.
"You're on, Commander." Soren see-sawed the cue once and broke the rack.
Two Romulan females walked in dressed in civilian clothing. Soren just turned to grab his drink when he noticed them walking in heading over to the bar. Mason turned to see what he was looking at since Soren had missed several shots.
"Are you ok Soren?" asked Mason.
"I think we're about to have guests, Commander."
"Why not go over and talk one of them? That one on the right is giving you a look you should go over and talk to her."
"I don't want to appear too needy, sir. And anyway, I'm not sure about regulations regarding fraternization with the residents."
Mason understood Soren's reaction and decided to wave them over to the table.
"Listen Soren, you have to learn to relax and besides they were coming over here anyway." said Mason.
Soren laughed at that one. "I promised my second wife that I wouldn't take advantage of a sexually immature species. I've never been close to any Romulans. Humans are a little too fragile for me; maybe Romulans have more endurance."
In a few moments, Soren was having an animated conversation in Rihansu with one of the women. They were getting quite cozy.
Fade to black.
OFF
<<Starbase Restaurant Bar, Day 2, 1400>>
ON
The two finshed up their meals and headed over to the center, it was so crowded that they coudln't even get threw the front door. Luckily Mason saw an old friend who happened to work there and let them in threw the back door. Loud music and doors opening back and forth so much the two officers from the Malinche were given head sets so they could talk with the other.
"Wildly isn't?" asked Mason.
"It is that, sir. What a riot. Which way in?" Soren looked around, but Hunt spotted an entry.
"There is one opening over there we can slip in before anyone gets it."
When they walked up to the LCARS menu with all the available programs on it one caught Mason's eye. The program was set i the background of paris in the mid 1930's in a local tavern just outside the main capital city. Hunt accessed the program when the computer bleeped they walked in. The room was filled with fog and loud noise coming from two old men hitting the other laughing about old times.
As they went further up ahead, a bright light appeared from two large doors being opened with soothing violin music playing and some minor conversation in the mix. Mason with Soren just behind him entered the what was becoming clear now to be a tavern. The realistic aspects of the program was something Mason or Soren could pathom.
Just across the way in front of a fire place stood a brown pool table with cue sticks handing from the sides. A married couple had just finshed up their game and moved on over to their table for a bite to eat.
"Hmmm, now this is more like it eh?" asked Mason.
Soren smiled from ear to ear. "I played this some back on Rigel before I enlisted. I might be a little rusty." But he racked the balls in an 8-ball configuration. Hunt spoke.
"Ok, I'll let you have the honor of breaking. Let's have a little wager if you when you buy drinks for everyone in here if I when I will buy the next two holo sessions." said Mason putting more chalk onto his cue stick.
"You're on, Commander." Soren see-sawed the cue once and broke the rack.
Two Romulan females walked in dressed in civilian clothing. Soren just turned to grab his drink when he noticed them walking in heading over to the bar. Mason turned to see what he was looking at since Soren had missed several shots.
"Are you ok Soren?" asked Mason.
"I think we're about to have guests, Commander."
"Why not go over and talk one of them? That one on the right is giving you a look you should go over and talk to her."
"I don't want to appear too needy, sir. And anyway, I'm not sure about regulations regarding fraternization with the residents."
Mason understood Soren's reaction and decided to wave them over to the table.
"Listen Soren, you have to learn to relax and besides they were coming over here anyway." said Mason.
Soren laughed at that one. "I promised my second wife that I wouldn't take advantage of a sexually immature species. I've never been close to any Romulans. Humans are a little too fragile for me; maybe Romulans have more endurance."
In a few moments, Soren was having an animated conversation in Rihansu with one of the women. They were getting quite cozy.
Fade to black.
OFF
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Chief Warrant Officer Second Class Soren
Boatswain
USS Malinche
NCC-38997-B
Chief Warrant Officer Second Class Soren
Boatswain
USS Malinche
NCC-38997-B
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ON: <Main Engineering, Day 2, 1050 hours>
Crewman moved about the Main Engineering chamber on a variety of tasks both subtle and gross. But most of the major jobs had been addressed, and the starbase staff had managed hull repair well. CWO2 Soren nodded; the report was available for the new chief engineer,
who was expected any moment.
The injectors worked; a 45% improvement in efficiency and no dilithium wastage to measure. Soren turned to spy a new face entering Engineering.
Soren smiled the wide Denobulan smile. "Good morning, sir. May I help you?"
Peters looked at the Denobulan facing him. "Ah, yes, I'm the new Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Todd Peters. May I ask who you are?"
The chief brought himself to an attention position. "Yes, sir, welcome aboard. I am Chief Soren, Chief Warrant Officer Soren, the boatswain. Trying to pitch in here in Engineering pending your arrival, sir."
Peters nodded. "I see. Well, I've just recently come aboard myself. Anything you can tell me about what's been going on?"
Soren nodded in turn. "Yes, sir. Engineering has been following a maintenance plan developed by our former CEO and the Security chief pending our next assignment. The starbase has finished exterior hull repairs, and the LCARS is in full working order except for the Tactical arrays which we are working on now. We have reworked the intermix formula and the matter/antimatter injection to operate more efficiently in a Prometheus class starship. The Galaxy knows why, but starbase engineers seem to like calibrating every ship as if it was a Sovereign class vessel."
Peters chuckled a bit. "I think they do it to give us something to do. When I worked on a Starbase I always tried to coordinate with the ship's engineers, but, some don't want to try that hard."
Another wide Denobulan smile. "I rarely had the chance to work with the ship's staff at Utopia Planitia, sir. I was always on the delta and gamma shifts, while they were either asleep or practicing profound R & R."
The chief lifted a PADD from the work surface and presented it to Peters. "All the details of refit and repair are here, sir. I've also added the current
Engineering duty roster and personnel records for your key staff."
Peters took the padd and looked over it carefully. "Yes, this will be a bit of a help to me in getting to know my people. Thank you very much, Chief. I appreciate your assistance."
"All part of the service, Lieutenant. I'm usually running all over the ship on maintenance work, but I'm sure that my boss, Lt. Barrett, would lend me out if the need ever arises. But the records show that you are getting Chief Thomas as engineer's mate. You're fortunate there, sir, he is a good, skilled non-com and will be great help. Will you need anything else, sir?"
Peters thought for a moment. "No, I think that covers it, Chief. Thank you, though. I'll be settling into my office for the next little bit if I'm needed at all."
OFF:
A JP With
Chief Warrant Officer Soren
Boatswain
USS Malinche
Crewman moved about the Main Engineering chamber on a variety of tasks both subtle and gross. But most of the major jobs had been addressed, and the starbase staff had managed hull repair well. CWO2 Soren nodded; the report was available for the new chief engineer,
who was expected any moment.
The injectors worked; a 45% improvement in efficiency and no dilithium wastage to measure. Soren turned to spy a new face entering Engineering.
Soren smiled the wide Denobulan smile. "Good morning, sir. May I help you?"
Peters looked at the Denobulan facing him. "Ah, yes, I'm the new Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Todd Peters. May I ask who you are?"
The chief brought himself to an attention position. "Yes, sir, welcome aboard. I am Chief Soren, Chief Warrant Officer Soren, the boatswain. Trying to pitch in here in Engineering pending your arrival, sir."
Peters nodded. "I see. Well, I've just recently come aboard myself. Anything you can tell me about what's been going on?"
Soren nodded in turn. "Yes, sir. Engineering has been following a maintenance plan developed by our former CEO and the Security chief pending our next assignment. The starbase has finished exterior hull repairs, and the LCARS is in full working order except for the Tactical arrays which we are working on now. We have reworked the intermix formula and the matter/antimatter injection to operate more efficiently in a Prometheus class starship. The Galaxy knows why, but starbase engineers seem to like calibrating every ship as if it was a Sovereign class vessel."
Peters chuckled a bit. "I think they do it to give us something to do. When I worked on a Starbase I always tried to coordinate with the ship's engineers, but, some don't want to try that hard."
Another wide Denobulan smile. "I rarely had the chance to work with the ship's staff at Utopia Planitia, sir. I was always on the delta and gamma shifts, while they were either asleep or practicing profound R & R."
The chief lifted a PADD from the work surface and presented it to Peters. "All the details of refit and repair are here, sir. I've also added the current
Engineering duty roster and personnel records for your key staff."
Peters took the padd and looked over it carefully. "Yes, this will be a bit of a help to me in getting to know my people. Thank you very much, Chief. I appreciate your assistance."
"All part of the service, Lieutenant. I'm usually running all over the ship on maintenance work, but I'm sure that my boss, Lt. Barrett, would lend me out if the need ever arises. But the records show that you are getting Chief Thomas as engineer's mate. You're fortunate there, sir, he is a good, skilled non-com and will be great help. Will you need anything else, sir?"
Peters thought for a moment. "No, I think that covers it, Chief. Thank you, though. I'll be settling into my office for the next little bit if I'm needed at all."
OFF:
A JP With
Chief Warrant Officer Soren
Boatswain
USS Malinche
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Tony
AKA
Lieutenant Commander Todd Peters
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A