COMPILE_TERMINAL_VIEW
USS Nimitz
Nimitz posts, Apr 2019-12-04
From: Adrie Geuken <a3geuken@wxs.nl> To: kbrodeur@somtel.com <kbrodeur@somtel.com>; raven@emeraldcoast.com <raven@emeraldcoast.com> Cc: argo@easynet.co.uk <argo@easynet.co.uk>; jthsmith@unm.edu <jthsmith@unm.edu>; phil.rothwell@btinternet.com <phil.rothwell@btinternet.com>; SteveParker@azorius.co.uk <SteveParker@azorius.co.uk>; tarkin@ozemail.com.au <tarkin@ozemail.com.au> Subject: Nimitz posts, Apr. 29 Date: Wednesday, April 29, 1998 3:18 PM ----------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS NIMITZ, Office, Counselor Kestra Troi, 16.30) As Kestra headed for the turbolift, she started to think that it was going to be fun trying to get along with an Admiral that doesn't really like counselors. She will just have to work a little harder to prove that she will benefit the ship. Getting into the turbolift, "Deck 2" she said and the doors closed. She could feel a little movement as the lift started moving. The movement stopped a little before she was aware of it and the doors opened. Stepping out she headed down the corridor looking for her office. Finding it, she stands looking at the door for a minute or two then she says in a normal voice, "Ensign Kestra Troi, Counselor, USS Nimitz, open counselors office door". The door slide open and she enters. "lights" she calls out and the lights come on. Looking around she notices that the office is really quite good and has fair amount of room. She notices that her office stuff actually made it here before her. She puts her gear on the desk and takes out some personal stuff to put on the desk. Then she goes about putting all her stuff in there proper places, books, papers, etc. She sits down at her desk and turns her console on. She access the files on the ships crew, onboard and potentially ones coming. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 968 - Engineering Research Department - Lieutenant(Sg) Ayrton Jose-Maria Ignacio don Estrella De Segura de la Sierra - 17:00) "Hey, Ayrton, that new ship has docked in Bay 6. Going to take a dekko?" Commander Tuvel asked. De Segura raised his head from the innards of a phase-inverter coil that he was attempting to repair, and looked over at his immediate boss. "Uh huh! Did'nt know it was even coming until yesterday. Brand, split new! That Bajoran Rear Admiral, Wolker.... no, Woldan Kitty or something, is in temporary command of her. Heard a rumour down in Gnudsog's that an old acquaintance of mine is going to be her First Officer." Tuvel, being half Vulcan, didn't do much more than raise an eyebrow. "Another heavy drinking session, Ayrton? The demon drink will ruin your health!" De Segura laughed at his commander's bland expression, "If I didn't know you better, SIR, I would say that you are jealous! I've seen you put a few ales away before now!" He laughed at this easy familiarity with a superior officer. But, if their backs had been against the wall, then he would have been all prim and proper in the true Starfleet way. Tuvel actually smiled! His human ahlf coming to the fore. "Yes, I have had my moments, but you seem to have more than you used to. Problems?" "No. No, Sir! Not really. It's just that little jaunt I had on the Fearless... the Borg, the blood, the killing. I'm not used to that sort of thing. I'm an engineer, not an adventurer." De Segura frowned at his recollections of recent events. He had actually killed a Borg drone himself! But the things he had seen had also horrified him. OK, he had had a drink or two more than he usually consumed, but if Commander Tuvel had noticed that, then Ayrton thought it was time to get a hold of himself! "Yes, the Fearless. I think the less said about that little side trip of yours the better!" Tuvel smiled again, a gleam in his eye. "Tell me about the rumour you heard." "Should I really do that, Sir? After all, you normally try and quell rumours yourself!" Ayrton responded with a twinkle in his own eye. "Cut the crap, and get to the point. What have you heard that I haven't, and me being higher up the ladder than you as well!" "That isn't very Vulcan of you, Commander! You used a taboo word, and you are inciting an officer junior to yourself to indulge in idle gossip.....OUCH!" Ayrton dodged, but just too late, as a photon delineating wrench hit him on the shoulder. "....And that is mis-use of Starfleet property, Sir!" "Ok, Ok," Tuvel put his hands up in surrender, "keep it to yourself, I don't want to know about your ex-Academy friend who is getting promoted to Lieutenant Commander, and is going to be the First Officer on the Nimitz. How long until the Spectre returns? Did you hear any rumours about that?" Ayrton smiled, still rubbing his arm where the wrench had connected, "No. Haven't got a clue about that. Only know that it is on it's way back. She has been on some hush-hush mission through to the other side of the Romulan Star Empire. That's all I heard. Apart from that she is on her way back now, been recalled to help against that bloody great Dominion ship outside so the grapevine says. Could be true too, the Nimitz is so short of senior staff, they couldn't punch their way out of a paper bag at the moment." "Right, let me make it official, as MY representative, I authorise you to pay the Nimitz a visit. Talk to anyone you can, and offer our services, research wise, about their systems etc. Don't tread on the Starbase CEO or ACEO's toes though. They are both new, and have their own problems. When I leave up to you, but I will expect a full report on your return. Understood?" Ayrton smiled, and stood at attention, the mockery of his boss, and friend, Commander Tuvel, completely absent. "Yes, Sir. I shall visit the Nimitz at 19:00 hours, immediately after my evening meal. Thank you, Sir." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS NIMITZ Bridge, Ensign Alairn Daynarian 17:30) The turbo lift doors opened and Alairn stepped out onto the bridge of the Nimitz. He had to stop for just a moment to soak it all in, as the bridge staff busied them selves at their various posts, he couldnt help but surpress a shudder of excitement, this was where he was meant to be on the bridge of a star ship, he doubted he would ever be truly content anywhere else. Alairn turned and walked toward the station that would be his. He took a moment to survey the various tactical and security readouts, then settled into his chair, just to get the feel of it. "Computer-initiate diagnostic program on USS Nimitz security and defensive systems" The computer responded <<Please enter security clearance>> Daynarian looked up from the schematic he was reading "Authorization Daynarian Delta one." A beep from the computer signaled that it had begun to comply with his request it would take a couple of minutes for the program to run, Alairn felt it important to become as familiar with the ships systems as possible and running a diagnostic on them would be a good place to start. Reply from any) (posted by Kevin Brodeur) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS NIMITZ, Quarters, Counselor Kestra Troi, 18.00) After she finishes in the office she closes the office and heads for the turbolift. She enters and tells it to take her to deck 9. She exits the turbolift on deck 9 and walks down the corridor. Noticeing the Observation lounge she enters and is astounded by the view of the starbase. After a few minutes she continues her trek to her quarters. Getting to the doors, "Ensign Kestra Troi, Counselor, USS Nimitz, open counselors quarters door", she said just like the office. Now she should not have to do that again. Entering she tells the computer to bring up lights. She puts her gear on the floor next to her bed and sits on the bed. Walking over to the replicator, she orders a cup of hot chocolate. It materialises and she takes it to the couch. After sitting down she takes a sip, then places the cup on the table. She leans back to relax then decides to take a shower as it has been a while. Pulling off her shoes then heads to the bath as she is taking her clothes off. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz, Gym, Adm. Woldan, 18.30) The Admiral was sweating like a pig as he stepped off the exercisebike, kicking it as he walked away from it towards the weight lifting table. ~You'll be the death of my, one day!~ He said in his mind to the apparatus, sighing as his strained muscles ached. He lay down on the bench, shifted his weight so that he lay comfortably then picked up the two weights, slowly lifting them. "One..two..three.." he hissed through his clenched teeth. After reaching a hundred he put the weights back on the floor, closed his eyes for a moment and tried to relax. "Computer! Time...!" << You have been working out for one hour, twenty-one minutes and sixteen seconds. >> Woldan got up sighing and went over to the mirror. He looked sceptical to the reflection in the mirror. There were still many pounds too loose, but he was could almost see his previous posture af a slim, muscular build man slowly re-appear. He only hoped he would have enough time to shed off the last pounds before he would see his protegee again. ~Well, Ro, if you could only see me now, sweating like a pig to impress you. I wonder what you would say.~ he thought. Woldan suddenly grinned. He knew exactly what the Captain of the Spectre would say, and it would not be nice. After a last glance, he went to the showers. Feeling refreshed he put on his uniform and went out of the gym. (USS Nimitz, Bridge, Adm. Woldan, 18.45) As the Admiral entered the bridge, he saw his new TAC/SC standing behind the Tactical position. "Well, Ensign," he said as he walked over to the Command Chair, relieving Ensign Bartholomeus. "Did you encounter any problems, Ensign Daynarian?" Ensign Daynarian came to attention and said:" No, Sir!" "Good," the Admiral said as he went over the reports through his computer console. After a while, Woldan got bored with it and looked over to the Tactical Officer. "Ensign," he said," I'm starving. Will you join me for dinner?" Just as he said it, the turboliftdoors opened and Kestra Troi walked onto the bridge. "Ah, Ensign. I don't believe you have met Ensign Daynarian yet? Ensign Daynarian, meet Ensign Troi, our Counselor. Ensign Troi, meet our new Tactical Officer, Ensign Daynarian." As the two officers shook hands, Woldan smiled a bit then said:" Ensign Troi. I have just asked Ensign Daynarian to join me for dinner. Can I interest you at all in grabbing a bite to eat?" (Reply Daynarian, Troi) (Posted by Adrie Geuken) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Starbase 968 - Docking Bay 6 - Lieutenant(Sg) Ayrton Jose-Maria Ignacio don Estrella De Segura de la Sierra - 19:00) Ayrton stood in the docking bay and looked up at the immense ship dwarfing everything else in the bay. He noted the registration number and name proudly displayed on the ship: USS NIMITZ - NCC 7578-D He glanced down at the padd in his hand, and checked off where he would start his tour, ~At the beginning I suppose. I wonder if Admiral Wonky Kitty is recieving visitors?~ He tapped his comm-badge, "Lt.De Segura to Nimitz. Permission to come aboard." =^=Ensign Bartholomeus, what is the nature of your visit?=^= Came the querulous reply. Ayrton smiled. ~Security! That's a laugh!~ Out loud he said, "I represent Commander Tuvel, Engineering Research Department, Starbase 968. I am instructed to inspect and report to him first hand of any new developments in the Sovereign class vessels. The last one we had a visit from was the Yorktown-C, five years ago." Ayrton waited for a moment, to let the young ensign check his credentials, then said, "Any luck, Ensign? Hurry up, the rain is pouring down out here!" =^=It couldn't possibly ra.... OH! I get it. A joke! Your clearance just came through, Sir. You may board. If I may be so bold, Sir. Please do not crack jokes in the presence of Rear Admiral Woldan, Sir. He has no time for jokes. Bartholomeus, out!=^= De Segura smiled and stepped through the umbilical tunnel connecting the vast ship to the Starbase. A young security man saluted as he stepped aboard. Ayrton returned the salute and glanced down at the padd, the schematic indicated that he should turn right to get the nearest turbolift. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS NIMITZ, Bridge, Counselor Kestra Troi, 19.00) Later, feeling like a clean person again, she puts on her new uniform for the Nimitz. Then she heads for the bridge and round two with the Admiral. Getting to the bridge, she enters and heads directly to the chair to the left of the captains. (Reply from Capt or any) (Posted by Frank Rogers) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz, Bridge, Counselor Troi, 19.05) As the turboliftdoors opened and Kestra Troi walked onto the bridge. She noticed that the Admiral was addressing another Ensign. At the sound of the doors they seemed to all turn and regard her. "Ah, Ensign. I don't believe you have met Ensign Daynarian yet? Ensign Daynarian, meet Ensign Troi, our Counselor. Ensign Troi, meet our new Tactical Officer, Ensign Daynarian." Kestra steps forward to shake hands with Ensign Daynarian. As they did Admiral Woldan smiled a bit then said:" Ensign Troi. I have just asked Ensign Daynarian to join me for dinner. Can I interest you at all in grabbing a bite to eat?" "I would be delighted Admiral" she said "I think it would be great to get to know a little more of the both of you." She steps aside to let the Admiral by and enter the turbolift. She follows right behind him and to the left a little. 'So, Ensign Daynarian, tell me a little about yourself." asks Kestra. (Reply from Daynarian or Woldan) (Posted by Frank Rogers) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - Lieutenant(Sg) Ayrton Jose-Maria Ignacio don Estrella De Segura de la Sierra - 19:20) Ayrton exited the turbolift onto the Bridge to see that it was nearly empty, "Bartholomeus?" he asked the young ensign sitting in the big chair, normally reserved for the commander of the vessel. The young man stood, "Yes, Sir. You are Lieutenant De Segura?" "Affirmative. Where is Admiral Woldan?" Ayrton asked, his eyes straying towards the Ready Room doors. he nodded his head in their direction. Bartholomeus just nodded confirmation. "Well, I don't think I need to disturb him. Nothing much of interest to an engineer in there eh?" He smiled at the ship's duty officer. "Uhh, no...sir. Just a communications suite and a replicator, and of course, the comfort station. Apart from that.......oh, I see. Another joke! Sir, please don't joke around here!" The ensign was beginning to look very worried indeed. Ayrton smiled, "No problem Mr.Bartholomeus. Hey, that is one helluva mouthful. Do you have a first name?" Before the ensign could answer, the Ready Room doors opened, and face to face, De Segura gazed on the stern Bajoran countenance of Rear Admiral Woldan Kyt! (Reply from Woldan, Any) (Posted by Roy Hunter) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, I guess that's it for the day. Please pay close attention to the post --- Adrie Geuken ICQ 7205671 Lt. Commander Aragorn, First Officer USS Spectre (A FGN starship) Rear Admiral Woldan Kyt Lt (jg) Jonah Fforbes, Starfleet Academy http://www.azorius.co.uk/fgn/