(Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Arboretum- Science Officer, ENS JG Sienna Williams-Verin - 9:07) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Sickbay, Intensive Care – MO Ens(jg) Ailynn Bracken - 09:14) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Gymnasium Lounge - Sec, ENS JG Rebecca Flagg- 9:45) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Environmental Systems Area- Science Officer, ENS JG Sienna Williams-Verin - 9:50) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities – Ancillary corridor – MO, Ens(ig) Ailynn Bracken 10:22) (Mars Surface - Outside the Landing Platforms- Ensign (jg) - CONN – Trip Williams - 11:48) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Security Offices - Ens(jg) Carson Peters - 10:59) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Outside the Landing Platforms - Ens(jg) Carson Peters - 11:27) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Landing Platforms – MO Ens(jg) Ailynn Bracken - 11:43) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Landing Platforms – MO Ens(jg) Kasian Poldan - 11:44) (Mars Surface - Outside the Landing Platforms- Ensign (jg) - CONN – Ire Williams - 11:46) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities – Outside the Landing Platforms - Admiral Remae Ktell – 11:47) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities – Outside the Landing Platforms - Science Officer Ensign jg Sienna Williams-Verin – 11:50) (Mars Surface - Outside the Landing Platforms- Ensign (jg) - CONN – Ire Williams - 1200) (Mars Base, Landing Platforms, VDF Commander Sanok, 1202) (Runabout- Rear Cabin - Ensign (jg) Sekal - 1203) (Runabout- Rear Cabin - Ensign (jg) Sienna Williams-Verin - 1205) (Runabout- Rear Cabin - Ensign (jg) Sekal - 1207) (Mars Surface - Officer's Mess- Ensign (jg) - CONN – Trip Williams - 12:15) (Mars Surface - Officer's Mess- Ensign (jg) - CONN – Ire Williams - 12:19) (Mars Surface - Dockyard Landing Pads Ensign (jg) - Security – Garek Darpeg - 12:29) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities – Outside the Landing Platforms -Ensign (J.G.) – CONN – Ire Williams – 1157) (Mars Surface - Counselling center- Ensign (jg) - CONN – Trip Williams - 13:15) (Mars Facilities - Counseling Center - ENS jg Counselor Ariel Trei - 13.16) (Mars Surface -Intelligence Department - Ensign (jg) - CONN – Ire Williams - 1330) ========================= Mission: You can't go home again Day: 1 Stardate: 2444.06.01 (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Arboretum- Science Officer, ENS JG Sienna Williams-Verin - 9:07) After they had fixed the door, stupid piece of crap that it was, Sienna headed towards the arboretum. She had laid out a uniform on her bed, and she hoped that the rats, if there were rats on the station, would leave it alone. She couldn't believe that someone had engineered animals for some science experiment and then let them out when the ground base was abandoned. She needed to get at those records sooner rather than later. She had a hand torch in her left hand, a phaser on her belt and a small bag of tools slung over one shoulder. She had about 90 minutes to assess the damage to the arboretum and to the environmental systems before she needed to get changed and head to the meeting. And with how awful this place was, she was going to have to clean the outside of their room. Cobwebs, pieces of trash littered the floors. Pieces of old tech were broken and scattered, wall panels were missing. It was a disaster. Silently she thanked whichever of her family members had bribed the quartermaster to get them a -decent- room. After another two wrong turns and a conduit that was barely tall enough for her to stand up in that had bulkhead doors on each side, she entered into a rather newer, somewhat nicer area. There was a park area with trees that didn't look too bad at first glance, but then she crossed over into the arboretum and research areas. She stopped and just stared. There were knocked over shelving units, corrosive chemicals that had been spilled, graffitti on the walls, and places were plants were growing that were obviously being eaten by some sort of animal. She dodged around the overgrown planters, and stepped into a pile of animal waste. "Ugh, eww." She whispered, glancing up at the ceiling where light filters should be to aid growing. Some of them were working, others were not. Some looked like they were being fed from solar panels. Solar panels. Which meant she needed to get outside and check the panels. She wasn't sure that she had the skills to do those repairs. It was going to take her weeks to get this working right. And that was with a lot of help. She needed to head over to the area where the environmental systems were and take a look around. The filters at a minimum needed replacing. (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Sickbay, Intensive Care – MO Ens(jg) Ailynn Bracken - 09:14) "Mars?" said, his voice sounding husky and scratchy. As if it hadn't been used in a long time. "How did I get to Mars? Where's the Paladin?" “Ease up there…” Ailynn spoke, striding across the bay. Not yet on duty here, but she stepped in anyway. She’d only stuck her head in in passing, and grabbed a hypospray as she passed a nurse carrying a tray. She pressed it to the Trill Officer’s neck and dispensed a standard safe anti-nausea shot. She picked up a tricorder and made her normal scans. “Computer, activate EMH” “¿Cuál es la naturaleza de la emergencia?” the Mark III Hologram spoke as it appeared. Ailynn stood, open mouthed. “Are you serious?” Her tone was incredulous, anything around here do what it was built to?” She shook her head. “Si Seniorita.” “Computer deactivate EMH. Petty Officer run a full diagnostic please.” (Reply Castile) [confirmed] the computer spoke in reply. She looked at Alyl, and then back to her scans. “The Paladin? Now that’s going back some. You’re on Mars, Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities. Are you okay? I’m not seeing any Head injuries, but I’m going to need to keep an eye on you. ” (Reply Alyl) “Good news is that shock notwithstanding, you’re all healthy, sats are a touch elevted, but nothing I’m worried about. Now, no stimulants for at least 24 hours, your system won’t like it at all after the anti-nausea. Promise that you’ll take it easy and you can go. Push yourself and your backside is holed up in here again.” (Reply Alyl) (Posted by Mark) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Gymnasium Lounge - Sec, ENS JG Rebecca Flagg- 9:45) It was not quite the quotes drink that Rebecca had in mind, she was used to a lot better establishment. Even in its heyday Rebecca would probably not been seen in hear. But she hoped that the company would make up for it. "I'm gonna see if the replicator is working, you want any thing?" Rebecca watches Trip for any idea of what he was going for but could not get anything. “Hopefully it can manage a simple green tea.” Rebecca watches as Trip replicated there drinks and followed him to the sofa. Sitting close to him her curing her legs up close to her. Seeing him place his feet on the table annoyed her but she did her best to hide it. Anyway how often did she get to spend some time with a shirtless man. She watches Trip as he looked for conversation "So, what brings you to mars?" Rebecca knew what he really meant from the comment and also knew that he was struggling and it was time for her to step up and take control even if he did not realise. From his scars Rebecca know that Trip was not that squeamish and hoped that she read him correctly that he would not mind a tough woman. She looked into his eyes and smiles. She asked already knowing the answer. “Are you really interested?” (tag) The start of the story she could not tell anyone even if she wanted to. Every time she told anyone her stories if was all true but tailored to make her more exciting to them. “Well, I was a marine NCO for some time. As a combat engineer and them Explosive Ordnance Disposal Expert before joining the fleet.” Taking Trips hand placing to her shoulder so he could feel the scared shoulder through the thin silk material. As she spoke she moved it to feel the start of her cybernetic arm. “The reason for my change to the feet. But the freedom suits me a lot better.” (tag) He did not seem to mine her attention and Rebecca was having a fun. Rebecca run her hand back on trips shoulder tracing another scar as she leaned closer in to him. “What about you? You’re not like most Starfleet. You have a rawness a passion when you fight, I hope you being it to other things.” (Reply Trip) (posted by Giles PJ) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Environmental Systems Area- Science Officer, ENS JG Sienna Williams-Verin - 9:50) Sienna wandered into the area and was shocked by what she saw. Some sort of algea had grown over the tanks and taken over the filters. And walls. What was it feeding on? It was true that they used these algae back then in tanks to purify the air, it was better than using plants but both systems seemed to be employed on the base. She didn't really know as much about the algae tanks as she would like, but she knew enough to know that this was wrong. She was going to need an Ops officer with some skill in environmental systems to make sense of this and bring it up to code. It wasn't really her problem... but it was at the same time. Sienna was good with all things growing and living, not just plants. She could and would likely be helping here. There was a lot to do. "I wonder if the Republic is this bad." She whispered to herself as she made notes on her PADD. She frowned further as she moved around the room, to the controls. These at least were operating properly, but the mix was way too high. No wonder so much had overgrown. She adjusted the mixes down to slightly below optimum, knowing it would take several days, and lots of scrubbing, to get this area back to optimal working conditions. She had of course lost track of time, but she -had- set a personal alarm. When it went off, she yelped, jumping and hit her head on a pipe. Rubbing it in anger, she looked down, yelped again and took off at a dead run. There wasn't really time to wash AND change her uniform, so she settled for changing her uniform, gratified when the door to their quarters actually functioned when she put her hand on the padd. She hurriedly changed her clothing and quickly rebraided her hair on the run towards the surface landing platform. ::Sy, where are you? The big guy is about to speak. Where are you goober?:: She heard her beloved twin send to her. ::Coming, Coming:: She sent, a hair tie in her mouth as she scurried towards the area people were meeting in. She hadn't had time to check her face, which had several streaks of dirt and grime on it. She was at least in a clean uniform and shoes, her hair somewhat tidy. What she didn't know, of course would not hurt her. She scurried outside about a minute before the Admiral started speaking, KNOWING he would notice but would hopefully understand. She was after all a Wiliams and this place needed a lot of TLC. She stepped up to her brother and saw their childhood friend Lynne. Sienna smiled towards her and waggled fingers, but tried to pay attention right as the Admiral began to speak. (reply any if you want, lots of loose ends tied up) (posted by Mel) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities – Ancillary corridor – MO, Ens(ig) Ailynn Bracken 10:22) "Lynn, Lynnie the pooh, how the hell are you?” Laughing at the ridiculous nickname, she fell into the embrace, not feeling awkward at all. She’d known Trip for as long as she could remember, and in that time had loved him as a brother, confidante, and true friend. Growing up the Fleet brat that she had had been lonely, despite her easy, outgoing demeanour, together with Sienna, Trip’s twin, the three of them had saved each other’s collective backsides more than once. Ailynn knew that knew that they were people that she could completely, and utterly rely on. There had only been a trace of awkwardness once, but 13 year old boys and raging hormones was a thing that had never, and would never change, but a gentle word from Ailynn had dissuaded Trip from thinking that a relationship would ever be a thing, they were simply too close, and those three years between them put her firmly at the position of ‘honorary big sister’ "I meant to try and get in touch with you when I landed, but I wanted to get a workout in first. I figured we'd run into each other eventually." She released him from the hug, more because her uniform was clean and Trip wasn’t than any other reason. “It’s no bother, I’ve been distracted anyway.” She waved off the apology as unnecessary. She motioned around her as they walked slowly down the corridor, “you seen the state of the place?” It was a rhetorical question, there was no way that he hadn’t. “Any of this make sense to you? Family let anything slip that they may have heard.” (Reply Trip) (Posted by Mark) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Security Offices - Ens(jg) Carson Peters - 10:59) Losing his CO and mentor Lt Trask, as well, as all his friends and colleagues he had worked with over his time at Starfleet Ops Centre had indeed dealt him a profound wound. The attack had happened on one of his rare visits back to see his mother in the UK. It had been his first lay in, of his break, waking up at around 0830, he had gathered some breakfast and sat down at his mothers table when the news broke through of an explosion in San Francisco. He had blown up at a superior officer when the investigations around the attack seemed to him, to be stepped down with very little results being made public. His advancement had been put on hold, he had been in course to be granted the rank of a Senior Grade Ensign when the attack had happened. After the shock of the loss and the anger had somewhat subsided, he had found himself bitter with those above him which wouldn't let him return to duty. It made little sense to him when they labelled him with Survivors Syndrome and required him to report for counselling. He didn't feel like a Survivor, he wasn't even in the building when the bomb went off. He felt alone. And alone he continued to be, he had worked with a counsellor, to try and understand his feelings of emptiness and lonliness. He had began to rebuild his life and his career when the transfer orders had come through. Carson had arrived on Mars little over a day ago. Once he had received his transfer orders, he contacted his mother and then made arrangements to get himself to Mars as quickly as he could. He was looking forward to getting away from Earth, although he had done what he could, the posting had never been the same after the attack. He looked around the Security and Tactical junior personnel which were milling around the department, it seemed that the facilities were manned extremely minimally and it would certainly be a task to get the department standing on two feet. He had introduced himself to a few of the people who were around and then familiarised himself with one of the five empty- functional, but small, offices which were available. He looked through some of the Security work coming through the department currently, the majority of work seemed to be combing through personnel files of each of the new members of staff and clearing them for arrival, they were working alongside Ops members of staff to make sure everyone was going where they were supposed to be and there were no, un-authorised entrants. "Computer, designate, Security office 4 as under control of Ensign Carson Peter, Authorisation 7CB3589" There was an affirmative beep, to confirm the acknowledgement of the order. He then pulled up a PADD with the information he was looking for, who would he be working with and had he come across any of them before? Ensign Flagg, he perused through the file, although portions of it were locked, only available for viewing from personnel with a higher rank than his, he could see that she would be a competent individual. Worked as a Marine, so probably a better fighter than he was, so he made a mental note not to get on her bad side to early on in their relationship. Ensign Darpeg, a graduate of the Klingon War College and the Vulcan Science Academy had seemingly fit in a huge amount of education in such a short space of time. It seemed to Carson that he was some sort of prodigy by the looks of his record. To have come through three different academy systems and graduated all three of them and only be 24 was impressive. Ensign Sanok was by far the eldest officer he would be working with, a Vulcan who he had heard the name of before, a previous Captain in Starfleet, he had left after the Civil War had ended. ~Intrigued to find out why he has decided to return~ Once he had found out as much as he could, he decided to make his way to the meeting point for all the senior staff. One thing he found somewhat concerning, was that all of the incoming officers seemed to be at the rank of Ensign. ~It seems someone higher up, does not want this venture to succeed~ (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Outside the Landing Platforms - Ens(jg) Carson Peters - 11:27) Carson had arrived outside the landing platforms early. He made himself aware of the surroundings, by taking brief but details looks around. He then stood as much in the shadows as he could, preferring not to be immediately visible to those entering the area for the meetup. Spending his time, looking at every participant, taking in their faces, stances and ranks until he felt comfortable that none of them were a threat. As the Admiral stepped forward and whistled for attention, Carson stepped forward to be a part of wider group. The Admiral introduced himself and then gave somewhat of a disjointed speech. He explained, why, in his view, there were so many Ensigns and noone of higher rank. He ended asking that each department report in to him at their allotted times, which he had sent out earlier. Security and Tactical was at 1pm, leaving him with just over an hour to introduce himself to his new co-workers. As the crowd broke up he looked around an noted the Vulcan which had been stood in the middle of the group, he was wearing the uniform of the VDF and not Starfleet. Carson was a little confused as he understood that Sanok was rejoining Starfleet as an Ensign, yet here he was in a completely different outfit. He moved towards him, whilst keeping an eye out for any intercepting members of staff and tried to catch the eye of the Vulcan before introducing himself. "Good Morning, I'm Ensign Peters. I believe your Ensign Sanok?" He asked inquisitively, "Although I may be mistaken?" (Reply Sanok, Any) (Posted by Jono Bradley) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Landing Platforms – MO Ens(jg) Ailynn Bracken - 11:43) “Dr. Kasian Poldan, nice to meet you as well” he said holding out his hand Smiling as she took her colleagues hand, she could see a look on his face, in truth, a tiny part at the back of her mind was screaming for attention. Kasian was now staring directly at her, continuing to hold her hand, thankfully being a medic himself he seemed to know not to go for a bonecrushing handshake. “Problems Doctor?” she asked directly, still trying to shake of the annoying feeling that there was something that she had missed. “I’m sorry there is just something about you that reminds me of grape vines and laughter.” Ailynn’s blood ran cold at his sentence. She was certain that any empaths who may happened to have their inner ears pointed in her direction would have been deafened by the shock and fear that ran instantly through her. She opened her mouth to answer him, but he continued speaking. “Sometimes it's hard to figure out my memories or a past Poldan memory. They give us all this training and we are helped to not get overwhelmed after joining but still little thing trigger deep buried memories. Ya know.” “Perhaps thankfully, I only have one set of memories to…worry…about…” her sentence trailed off; the random thoughts finally nudging their way into one slowly clarifying picture. “I’m sorry…grapes? How did you…?” (Reply Kasian) Suddenly she realised, memories snapped into place. She grabbed his chin and turned his head, one way and then the other, her trained medical eyes trying to de-age Kasian by about 15 years perhaps. “Prophets! Kaz? You’re Auntie Addi’s boy aren’t you! It’s me…Lynnie.” (Reply Kasian) (Posted by Mark) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities - Landing Platforms – MO Ens(jg) Kasian Poldan - 11:44) “I’m sorry…grapes? How did you…?” Kasian laughed “Mum use to take my brother and myself to earth to see old captain. Aunt Amimee lived on a Vineyard. I honestly loved it there never wanted to leave.” Kasian allowed his face to be turned and examined he was even more confused at this point. “Prophets! Kaz? You’re Auntie Addi’s boy aren’t you! It’s me…Lynnie.” Kasian nodded allowing the information to process. “Wait… LYNNIE… I honestly never thought I would see you again. Mum said it was too dangerous for us to go back to Earth, honestly she freaked when I joined starfleet.” (reply Bracken IYW) Kasian wanted to get caught up with his old Friend, however, it was time and the admiral started speaking so it would have to wait till after. At least he would be working with someone familiar to him that should make things easier. (reply Bracken IYW, None needed) (posted by Ricahrd) (Mars Surface - Outside the Landing Platforms- Ensign (jg) - CONN – Ire Williams - 11:46) "Yeah I thought I recognized you from some of my classes, just graduated myself. I took some flight classes, but I majored in Stellar Cartography. More of a navigator type though I am certified in small craft, I am more proficient at the larger vessels. I chose Flight OPS because I love flying, but majored in Stellar Cartopgraphy because it offers more career versatility." Ire nodded. “Probably a better career option then myself but I just love flying I can’t see my self any where else. Mainly small craft but I do have a passion for light sail vessels, but anything shuttle size and I am your man.” He grinned. "As for crafts, no idea, haven't had a chance to check it out. But I hear we most pilots are pulling double duty and have both ship and fighter duty." Ire nodded and smiled. “That’s a good idea. So we don’t get rusty on either.” "Oh and for the record, you told me you were half-bajoran." He saw Trip pointing at his eyes, "Half Betazoid. Figured since you were honest with me, I'd return the favor. But hey isn't that life in the federation. I'm surprised halfies like us aren't more common," Ire smiled and looked around the crowd of people surrounding them. “I am sure there are more of us then you think.” (Reply Trip IYW) (Reply Trip, any) (Posted by Robbie) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities – Outside the Landing Platforms - Admiral Remae Ktell – 11:47) It took a few moments for the assembled officers to come to order. Many looked dishevelled, lost, scared, unsure of themselves but not all. A sea of Ensigns some of whom snapped to attention, giving their Admiral their ears. Remae jumped down from his little crate and he began to walk around the group. They had either come together naturally or had separated apart, some knew each other or had formed friendships already… it was natural. “Welcome to Mars.”, he started and then caught himself a little… so many times he had heard Admirals given irrelevant speeches that bored him to tears. He stopped in his tracks. His senior officers were few and far between he thought as he examined them. For a facility this size, there should be hundreds, thousands… but it was not to be. He looked at them intently for another moment before catching himself again and he sat down on his crate… everyone headed for him, gathering around in a circle as he gestured them to come forward. “I am Admiral Remae Ktell, CO of this facility. For reasons that are at the very least, strange and unusual, we’ve all gathered here to try and find a way to recover from recent “incidents” that have affected Starfleet and the Federation and try find our way back to what we once was.”, he said, loudly enough so that all can hear. “We’ve inherited a base that is broken, we have people, who are also broken and we have a limited amount of time to put it all together.”, he said as he stood on his feet. “Why you are on Mars and not Earth or HQ, well, will become clearer over the next few days, needless to say, you are needed here… you may have also noted the severe lack of senior officers over the rank of Ensign around.”, he said pointing at many rank insignias. “This is the intention… I need your clarity of thought, your fresh ideas… not everyone here is fresh from the Academy but the result is the same. Your rank, Ensigns, signifies a new chapter of not only this place but for Starfleet and yourselves. I ask you to do your best, but never not question why things are the way they are, never not question why something is and never not question is this how it has to be.”, he said, coming to end of a speech he had not intended. Had he got the message over? Ensigns are new, this place was new, it was a new beginning that was desperately needed. “You have your schedules, by departments, at your allotted times, head for ShuttlePad One and meet me. First up, Science – the departure is in 5 minutes, everyone else is dismissed until your time. See if you can make some order out of the chaos.”, he said as he started heading for the runabout. (Mars Surface - Outside the Landing Platforms- Ensign (jg) - CONN – Trip Williams - 11:48) “I am sure there are more of us then you think.” "You are probably right," Trip said as he scanned the crowd, there seemed to be a lot of ensigns of mixed heritage. What he wasn't seeing was that sister of is. ::Sy, where are you? The big guy is about to speak. Where are you goober?:: (Reply Sienna iyw) Trip then turned to Ire, "Alright, we need to shush for a bit, the boss man speaketh." Trip then listened intently as Admiral Remae spoke. He had heard rumors of the man for years. He was a former captain of the Spectre and was the CO of his Uncle Will for awhile. He had also heard rumors that there might have been three Remae's running around. Something about a multiverse. But maybe those were rumors that first years with nothing better to do whisper in the academy. It was a standard Admiral speech, nothing to right home about, but it wasn't so much the content that Trip was focusing on, but the intangibles, the body language, the tone, the confidence, the swagger. From what Trip saw, Remae believed in what he was doing, and that was enough to get him on board. A person could try and convince him that chocolate was evil, and if they had enough conviction in how they presented the argument, Trip would always but more stock in that than words. He saw that in Remae, and he was impressed. Although for the record, no one could convince Trip Williams that chocolate was evil. As the admiral finished his speech, Ire turned back to him. “Well what do you make of that?” "Guy believes in what he is doing here, and I don't need to be an empath to figure that one out." Ire nodded. “Before we get our selves neck deep in understanding what we are supposed to be doing. Do you want to grab some lunch? Or do you have other things planned?” "Just the little tour thing with the admiral at 15.00, so yeah, I don't have much going on. Lunch would be fine. The officer's mess isn't too far from here. The replicators should be working. That work for you?" (Reply Ire) "Awesome," Trip then looked around at the crowd. "Looks like we're stuck with all these yahoos for awhile. I don't reckon we'll see home, wherever that is, for quite some time." (Reply Ire) "Anyways, enough dawdling, let's get some grub." (Reply Ire) Trip then motioned to the building entrance as the two headed inside. (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities – Outside the Landing Platforms - Science Officer Ensign jg Sienna Williams-Verin – 11:50) Sienna listened to the Admiral speak and she was surprised? By what he had to say. She had heard some of this from her parents and their friends. She had heard some of this from the Academy. Scuttlebutt they called it. Rumormongering, their Aunt Kate referred to it with a sniff once. When he finished speaking, she smiled at Trip, "I need to scurry to get on that shuttle. I'll keep in touch. Tell Lynnie I'll catch up to her later when things are more settled. Maybe tonight?" She waved to the person that she didn't recognize but hurried off. Her brother would introduce her to his new friends. He was the one that was really good at things like that, she wasn't great at introducing herself in a social setting. (Reply Ire, Sienna iyw) (posted by Will Banowsky) (Starfleet Martian Ground Facilities – Outside the Landing Platforms -Ensign (J.G.) – CONN – Ire Williams – 1157) Ire looked over at Trip as the Admiral moved away with the science officers. “Well what do you make of that?” (Reply Tusk) Ire nodded. “Before we get our selves neck deep in understanding what we are supposed to be doing. Do you want to grab some lunch? Or do you have other things planned?” (Reply Tusk) (Reply Tusk, any) (Posted by Robbie) (Mars Surface - Outside the Landing Platforms- Ensign (jg) - CONN – Ire Williams - 1200) "Just the little tour thing with the admiral at 15.00, so yeah, I don't have much going on. Lunch would be fine. The officer's mess isn't too far from here. The replicators should be working. That work for you?" Ire nodded “That sounds like a good place to go.” "Awesome," "Looks like we're stuck with all these yahoos for a while. I don't reckon we'll see home, wherever that is, for quite some time." Ire also looked around at the group and nodded. “Yes I think were are going to be away for a long time.” "Anyways, enough dawdling, let's get some grub." Ire smiled. “Lead on.” He followed Trip towards the main building. (Reply Any) (Posted by Robbie) (Runabout – Rear Cabin - Admiral Remae Ktell – 12:01) The first flight of the day was for the Science Officers, together, in the back of the Runabout they gathered with the Admiral. “Pilot, whenever you are ready.”, said the Admiral and the runabout lifted off. The tour had started and Remae had a few words for his Science Officers. Over the next several hours, he was going to spend a little personal time with all these Ensigns, to find out what they were made of, to see what was in store and to let them know what was at stake. (Reply from All Science Officers, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (Mars Base, Landing Platforms, VDF Commander Sanok, 1202) When the briefing started, Sanok recognized the voice of the man speaking. It was Admiral Remae Ktell. Sanok knew this, because they had served together on the Mithrandir. Sanok was chief of security, while Ktell was the FO. This was thirty-six years ago, and Sanok wasn't on the Mith long before transferring to the Rosenante, so it was unlikely that Ktell would remember him. The talk by Ktell didn't actually reveal anything. It was mostly a welcome message and an encouragement as they faced the difficult task ahead of them. In the coming days, they would learn more. Ktell was also meeting with them by department. He was with science, and security, Sanok's department, would be next. That meant he had just under an hour to find someone he could check in with and officially step down from the VDF. He would need to change into a Starfleet uniform. Moving toward the main entrance to the facility, Sanok stopped when someone addressed him. "Good morning. I'm Ensign Peters. I believe you're Ensign Sanok? Although I may be mistaken?" Peters was Human. He was slightly shorter than Sanok and muscular. He had black hair and blue eyes. Though an ensign jg, he was older than someone just out of the academy. Peters was wearing security gold, so this was probably one Sec/Tac officer meeting another. "Yes, I am Ensign Sanok. Well, I will be, once I check in and officially become a Starfleet officer again. May I assist you with something?" (reply Peters) (posted by Rob) (Runabout- Rear Cabin - Ensign (jg) Sekal - 1203) The "speech" from the Admiral had been "curious" and not at all expected. Such high ranking individuals were expected to be vociferous and guarded, not open and approachable. And certainly not to be trusted to tell their men the whole truth when the odds were so heavily weighed against them. But then again his father had made it clear that both during the civil war and in the political turmoil that followed two admirals had been clear and unquestioned leaders of the 52nd fleet. One was Jopek now dead and the other was in the runabout with him. Those were two beings that Saleke respected and it was unusual for a Vulcan to extend that level of trust, even affection perhaps was an apropos term to someone they had next to no contact with. The news was not good on the surface of course yet it was what he had been *hoping* to hear and perhaps vindicated his reasons for being here now. The fleet was indeed intent on rebuilding and someone was in charge of this phase of whom his father spoke highly. “Pilot, whenever you are ready.” The Admiral spoke then turned back toward them as the craft lifted off. There were four in the cabin, Sekal himself, the Admiral of course, a female and another whom Sekal had not met. Sekal sat down in the seat next to him prior to liftoff. They then were the three officers in the Sciences division, strangers who would be working very closely together it would seem. So it appeared now would be the logical time to introduce himself or 'break the ice' in a terran colloquialism. "I am Sekal," He stated while looking around at the other two. "It is perhaps early to be comparing fields of study but my majors are in high energy particle physics and interstellar bodies which overlaps stellar cartography in many areas. I also have a minor in exo- biology." (Reply: Sienna, Jaton, Ktell iyw) The runabout accelerated quickly leaving the Vulcan and the two other science officers to wonder just how far they were going... and what they would find when they reached their destination. (Reply: Sienna, Jaton, Ktell) (Posted by Charles Gatling) (Runabout- Rear Cabin - Ensign (jg) Sienna Williams-Verin - 1205) Sienna stepped onto the runabout, her black braid bouncing behind her, dirt still on her face. She had a tricorder on her belt as well as a hand torch and her phaser. She was taking no chances with some of the animals that were found roaming the mars base. She took a seat, lowering her betazoid dark eyes to avoid staring at the people around her, suddenly nervous again. Surely the admiral had noticed that she was not exactly on time to the meeting. After all her Dad was always saying that if you were on time, then you were late. She didn't like that adage, since unlike Trip she wasn't exactly good at being on time. They were pressed back into the seat as the Admiral directed the pilot to lift off. Where they headed to the Republic? She was excited to see the ship, hoping that it was in better shape than the base was. The older Vulcan next to her began to speak to her. "I am Sekal," He stated while looking around at the other two. "It is perhaps early to be comparing fields of study but my majors are in high energy particle physics and interstellar bodies which overlaps stellar cartography in many areas. I also have a minor in exo- biology." Sienna smiled and held out her hand to the Vulcan, "Sienna Williams-Verin." She said with a smile. From her looks and demeanor she was obviously at least partially a Betazoid. Then she laughed and withdrew her hand, "Sorry, I forget sometimes. I'm kinda a jill of all trades. It took me a long time in the Academy to settle on the sciences. My family is pretty big into engineering and tinkering, and Dad would have preferred if I had been an engineer too but Mom would've preferred me to take up diplomacy like her. Oh." She blushed again, which caused the dirt on her face to flake a bit, "I'm specialized in botany and plant sciences but I've been studying the environmental systems too, since they need work, that's kinda how I got so dirty. I've got a lot of ideas but I don't have the skills exactly to fix it all on my own. Do -you- know anything about algae based environmental systems? Because someone like fifteen years ago set the tank feeds way too high and they bubbled everywhere in the control room." Sienna chattered like a magpie and likely would be a trial to the vulcan. Or an amusement. She didn't seem to care that the Admiral was there with her, she knew a lot of admirals and this one fell into the 'useful' category in her mind rather than the political useless kind. (reply Sekal, Jaton, Ktell) (posted by Mel) (Runabout- Rear Cabin - Ensign (jg) Sekal - 1207) Sekal's right eyebrow rose a notch as the dark haired and apparently Betazoid female held out her hand to him. It was a typical gesture for the other races which to a touch telepath was intimate to the point of taboo in reference to a stranger. Rather than extending his own right hand he raised it with central fingers parted in the standard greeting/parting gesture of Vulcans though he didn't speak as she was already filling the compartment with conversation. "Sienna Williams-Verin." He lowered his hand as she continued. "Sorry, I forget sometimes. I'm kinda a jill of all trades. It took me a long time in the Academy to settle on the sciences. My family is pretty big into engineering and tinkering, and Dad would have preferred if I had been an engineer too but Mom would've preferred me to take up diplomacy like her. Oh." Her mouth had been smiling the entire time her lips had been moving but a red cast suddenly spread over her face which he understood was a blush. He was uncertain what had caused this emotionally rooted biochemical reaction. But she continued. "I'm specialized in botany and plant sciences but I've been studying the environmental systems too, since they need work, that's kinda how I got so dirty. I've got a lot of ideas but I don't have the skills exactly to fix it all on my own. Do -you- know anything about algae based environmental systems? Because someone like fifteen years ago set the tank feeds way too high and they bubbled everywhere in the control room." He gave a slight nod. "It was not my primary interest but I've studied some on that subject. It is likely the organisms are terrestrial in nature but could have evolved somewhat since terraforming was done and it should be studied before you begin any kind of eradication treatment. But that is not an absolute analysis since the growth might have its genesis on another planet." He cocked his head slightly. "In synopsis I will help you in any manner you need as I have time available." (Reply: Sienna, Ktell) She was momentarily silent which gave him time to gaze out the windows of the runabout and consider the progress terraforming had wrought on the planet. The sky was azure above and stratus clouds were passing quickly, blown by the upper air currents and due as well to the speed the runabout was making as its course was taking them away from their vector. The ground below that he could see through the low level cumulus clouds was a mixture of the typical Martian red and a variety of shades of green denoting vegetation. They also passed over an area of surface water. Sekal knew that Mars had no true seas but a number of landlocked lakes which were shallow, none deeper than thirty to forty meters and it had no rivers since groundwater runoff had not as of yet cut deep enough to be classified as such. Therefore unless the Federation saw fit to further develop the planet it would not earn the moniker of a "Blue Planet" such as the home planet of the UFP carried. (Reply: Ktell, Sienna) (Posted by Charles Gatling) (Mars Surface - Officer's Mess- Ensign (jg) - CONN – Trip Williams - 12:15) As they entered the officer's mess, it was pretty standard, and seemed to be in better shape then most rooms. Obviously someone made sure that this room was placed at the top of the list. There were a bunch of tables throughout the room and a number of replicators on the wall. He moved with a brisk pace to one of the replicators and ordered a steak and cheese sandwich with a side of salad and a cup of fruit. He then took a seat at a table and waited for Ire to join him, As the other Ensign Williams sat down he looked at his new comrade in arms. "So Ire, whats your story, you a fleet kid like me? Seems like legacy kids seem to be the only ones joining Starfleet these days, only thing we know I guess." (Reply Ire) (Reply Ire, Reply any who want to crash the lunch) (posted by Will Banowsky) (Mars Surface - Officer's Mess- Ensign (jg) - CONN – Ire Williams - 12:19) Ire had gotten a large bowl of stew with crusty bread which he had been looking forward to since to was sailing on the Endurance as zero-g and hot liquid or crumbly food did not work well. He went over to the table where Trip was sitting and took a seat opposite. "So Ire, whats your story, you a fleet kid like me? Seems like legacy kids seem to be the only ones joining Starfleet these days, only thing we know I guess." Ire smiled as he tasted his soup. He had expected this type of questions would be asked soon as they were new to each other and understanding where people came from was part of making friends. ~Go on then~ “Yes. The fleet and space is in our blood. I guess it would be strange if we did anything else.” (Reply Trip) “I am a fleet kid I grew up on the USS Road Runner a small very fast survey vessel. She was crazily fast with two cores and four nacelles she had this ability to switch cores and nacelles during high warp. They called it ‘Bouncing the Cores’ highly dangerous but almost the distance they it could go at emergency warp.” He paused for a moment knowing where the conversation was logically going to go but did not want to stop as it was good to talk to some who did not know about it. “My mother was the ship’s Captain and my father was Andrew Williams the ships Chief Medical Officer.” (Reply Trip) (Reply Trip, Reply any who want to crash the lunch) (Posted by Robbie) (Mars Surface - Dockyard Landing Pads Ensign (jg) - Security – Garek Darpeg - 12:29) Darpeg had finally arived at Planetia Utopia. He had booked passage aboard a Rigellian freighter bound for Earth from Q'Onos, where he had been visiting his father's relatives. He had also tied to resign his commission in the Imperial Klingon Forces. But, the Klingons thought that their Federation ally was in danger of collapsing and was granted an extended assignment to shore it up. The Council denied it, but Garek felt sure that there more than just him shoring up the Federation. But they made him travel civilian, which would mean that he was actually on a secret mission, so as to not draw attention to himself. The ship had taken a circuitous route so as to avoid bandits such as rouge Romulans, Orions, and other freelance space agents. This made the trip longer and made him late in getting to Mars. He couldn't blame them. He blamed the Earthers who tried to appease instead of standing up to those who disagreed with them. Just like ancient England in the beginning of Earth's World War Two. He would do what he could. The lower gravity was a little bit unnerving, but it would be good for combat training. He felt hi Klingon nature rising, but he would have to use his Vulcan logic to bring about a more aggressive attitude within his sphere of influence of his part of the Federation. As he walked towards the enclosed buildings, the gravity generators took hold, and become more Earth normal. He looked around, and saw several other ensigns talking. (reply anyone) (Posted by Gary) (Mars Surface - Counselling center- Ensign (jg) - CONN – Trip Williams - 13:15) Lunch was enjoyable, but Trip had to duck away early in order to take care of some business before it got to late. He had been ordered to attend counselling sessions after the incident in which he felt his best friends emotions as she died and to help cope with that. He still had nightmares from the incident, waking up in a sweat from time to time. The incident didn't effect his performance but it did give him moments of sadness, of moments of lethargy. His counselor on Earth thought it best that he continue his sessions, especially with keeping his empathic abilities in check. He and his counselor disagreed with what that looked like. He wanted to suppress them completely, his counselor thought that was a bad idea and indicative of a larger issue. He disagreed. Maybe a new counselor would think otherwise. He had heard there were two counselors that had made there way to Mars as part of the new crop of ensigns. He didn't know which one he wanted to pick as his counselor yet, going to counseling was mandatory but who with was his choice. But he thought it might be a good idea to stop by and get a feel for them first, before they left on their tour. "Hello?" he said as he entered the counseling center, "Anybody home?" (Reply any) (Reply any) (Posted by Will Banowsky) (Mars Facilities - Counseling Center - ENS jg Counselor Ariel Trei - 13.16) Ariel walked into the Counseling center to check out her working area. She found it calm and soothing enough with a few couches. There was a desk but she would more than likely work from the couches the majority of the time. She saw ENS Trip Williams enter the center and ask if anybody was there. She stepped up and offered him a seat on the couch. "I am ENS jg Counselor Ariel Trei. Have a seat on the couch and we will get started" She sensed some apprehension from him but that was understandable. She will draw out his uneasy thoughts and get to the problem he is asking counseling for gently if she can. "What can I do for you, Mr. Williams?" (Reply Trip) (Posted by Edward) (Mars Surface -Intelligence Department - Ensign (jg) - CONN – Ire Williams - 1330) Ire stepped into Intelligence department there was a slight hushed aura running through almost like when he had gone to a Bajoran Shrine with his bajoran relatives when he had visited Bajor. Large screens back lit some of the room. She saw a person halfway across the room facing one of the screens. He moved quietly across the room and paused before speaking. “Sorry to interrupt, I’m Ensign Williams one of the new flight squadron officers. There might be possibility to take a flight up later and I have come to see if there are any off limits or no go areas that I should re-route the flight path around?” (Reply any in Intelligence) (Posted by Robbie)