Stardate:2406.02.25
(Starfleet Academy - Admiral Okqil's office - Cadet

Huber Jefferies - 14.21)


"Cadet Huber Jeffries, reporting as ordered." The

Cadet who'd just entered the office stated.


Tenaya nodded and gestured for him to relax as he'd

been in the process of saluting her. "Welcome Cadet. 

Your orders please?" She said as she gestured to the

PADD that he was carrying.


Jeffries passed the PADD over to Tenaya.


Tenaya perused the PADD before her. "Congratulations

Cadet, you've passed your training with flying

colours. I am hereby promoting you to Ensign (jg)

with all the rights and responsibilities of that rank

and also, I am assigning you to Starbase Geneva, you

will depart tomorrow morning. Here is a copy of your

graduation records and also your orders." Tenaya

stated as she passed the PADD to Jefferies. 

"Dismissed, and Cadet, good luck."

Huber saluted the admiral, turned, and left the room.

As soon as he left the main offices of the admiralty,

he slumped back against one of the brick walls of the

building. ~Whew. I made it.~ He was actually

astonished to have passed all the tests to graduate. 

He knew he had ability, but making it come to fruition

was another matter.

He went back to his quarters and packed up his few

belongings. Years of nomadic life, combined with his

short stint in the merchant service, had taught him to

live lightly. As he packed each of his few items,

each brought back memories. Like the holocube of

Tampura, the parklike community near where he had

grown up. He activated the cube, and watched the

scenes pass slowly by. After several moments, he

deactivated the cube, and tenderly packed it in with

his other items.

(Posted by Jimmy)


Stardate:2406.03.04
(Earth  StarFleet Docks  Ensign (jg) Huber Jefferies

 2406.03.04 07.55)

Huber showed the PADD with his orders to the

lieutenant in charge of the shuttle he was boarding. 

Accepted, he moved into the shuttle for the trip to

Starbase Geneva. Their itinerary, he had learned,

would have them at the Starbase in about 28 hours.

He settled into his seat, and took out his personal

PADD for some light reading. He was reading an old

'western' written two centuries earlier, and it was

getting exciting.

Stardate:2406.03.04
(Starbase Geneva, Promenade, Italian restaurant - FO Vladek Rofellian - 2406.03.04.12:20)

“I say give it a go, one thing that I would like stationed on it would be a hand print recognition device meaning that unauthorised personnel would not be able to open doors with out having the hand print. Unless that would incite people to chop hands off in that case forget my plan,” John said in replying to Vladek's proposal for the improvement of the security measures for the new starbase.

"Yes, it could be a good idea but I think that it won't help us against Changellings, you know better than I that they can copy someone till his last cell. According to what I've heard, the device designed by the TAC/SC on SB23 was able to make the difference between a real person and his copy but I'll contact him to be sure." Vladek exposed.

(Reply Wilson IYW)

" We'll see, I hope we'll have time to update the security until the next attack but I'm sure of it, everyone must certainly know that we have repelled a dominion invasion so they will probably hesitate before attacking us." Vladek stated, he made a pause and stood up in adding " I'm sorry but I've to go, our discussion has been short but I hope to see you tomorrow at the party."
 
(Reply Wilson IYW)
 
And Vladek went in direction of his office, already thinking on the arguments he will put on the proposal to replace the Science Vessel.
 
(Reply Wilson IYW)
(Posted by Patrick Buidin)

Stardate:2406.03.04
(Deep Space  Shuttle Oceana  2406.03.04 16.20)

The shuttle lurching suddenly brought Huber out of a

light sleep. Instantly aware, he checked the other

shuttle occupants, to find only minor injuries. He

went to the front, to the command seats, where the

pilot was working on smoking controls..

éWhat happened?" Huber asked, stunned.

"We hit something."

~This HAS to be another test. This cant be

happening.~

As the minutes passed, it became clear that the

problem wasn't something the pilot could easily fix at

his control panel. Huber slid into the vacant copilot

seat, and began checking what systems he could bring

up. He determined that the main problem was

navigational deflectors were down. They could move,

not only at impulse speed but at warp speed, but

without navigational deflectors functioning, theyd be

likely to be pulverized.

We went to the aft compartment, to work on the

engineering innards. Finally, after what seemed ages

but had in reality been about 15 minutes, he thought

he had isolated the problem. However, the adjustment

could only be done from space.

Checking with the pilot and the other shuttle

passengers, it became clear that he, Huber, was the

only occupant who had both the engineering knowledge

and certification for Extra Vehicular Activity. 

Donning the EVA suit, he climbed onto the transporter

pad, and the pilot beamed him outside the shuttle. He

linked to the ship, and space walked over to the

exterior of the sensors, where the deflector dish was

located. 

He was dismayed to see that the leads had burned out

entirely. This would take longer than he thought.

(Posted by Jimmy)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Dreamscape, Borg Cube 45HB67-JHN65H [AKA, Primary Target Alpha] -
Central Corridor - Major LoDona - Long in the past, 0900)

Rob ran his finger down the blade of his survival knife, then stuffed in
hard into the inverted sheath on his chest. He pointed to the guys with
the heavy artillery, then pointed two fingers at the center sphere that
made up the Borg cube. They were near the middle of the ship, the hollow
core that extended nearly two hundred stories up and down. His eyes took
in the awe and sheer size of the center cube, its look the same wherever
his eyes stopped to take in detail. There were thousands of drones in
view, moving along passageways or plugged into the collective and
powering themselves. As yet, the Marines from the Marine vessel Tecumseh
hadn't been spotted as a threat, it was one of the few things he enjoyed
most about the Borg, they allowed you to set up shop before the big
show. 

He was nominally in command of a demi-company, one of several that had
taken position on the ship from several different Starfleet ships under
cloak. There was a full Division on this ship, right now, all of whom
had the honor of adding another million tons of debris to the solar
system that was currently being orbited. Once they were done here, they
would move to the fourth planet and start undoing the work that the Borg
had begun there. This cube had gotten curiously far in its efforts to
assimilate, before Starfleet had been notified. 

And, like several other times in history, the Corps had been called to
throw its blood into a bit of Cube Cracking. The man in charge of the
full Company he was part of stood next to him, a pencil pusher that had
been placed in a command position to further his career. That smacked to
LoDona of something dangerous, but as long as the Colonel stayed close
and didn't countermand his orders, they would get along fine. 

LoDona shouldered his scattergun, he didn't need to check his weapons at
the last minute like quite a few of the Marines around him were doing,
he had done it on the check here. He knew that both his sidearm were at
his side, and his type III was slung behind his back. The only thing he
wasn't carrying was explosives, there were four Combat Engineering teams
on this cube, most likely already rigging several spots to blow. Heavy
Infantry, sappers, Artillery, every branch of the Corps had several
examples of themselves on board, all armed to the teeth. 

It was an awesome sight to behold, even from his vantage point he could
see Starfleet Marines moving about like ants, putting themselves into
good positions. For some reason, Starfleet Tactical and SFI had
requested that this particular cube be taken whole if possible. Thus, a
full division was on this chunk of cold technology instead of a few
squads for some prep work before the fleet blasted her to hell. Rob
thought it was foolishness, a lot of men would loose their lives today
so they could capture this ship. On the other hand, it had some noble
reasons. To fight an enemy, one had to understand the enemy. The
Federation had done all it could with parts of Borg ships, and partial
drones. If it was to continue its research at breakneck pace, it needed
a full working example of a Borg ship to design off of. 

So, the marines would bleed today for a higher cause. 

His eyes focused inward at the HUD for a moment, then he said into his
open com link "Fireworks in four minutes, all units converge with
sweeping maneuvers at 0905 sharp. Those with the big guns aim at the
sphere, knock it out, just like the plan. And the playground rules are
like always, the biggest and baddest are king of the court, therefore
the call is that there are no rules, thou shalt win at all cost. " 

He heard someone say =^=Amen, brother.=^= A slight grin broke his
serious face, he had just given them carte blanche on what they could do
to protect themselves and wipe out the enemy. He felt no moral
complications at all, the Borg wanted nothing more then to assimilate
them and assign them to living death. Therefore, it was either kill or
be killed. His men knew it, he knew it, that's how the game would be
played. 

And as always, the game was played to win. 

The Colonel beside him coughed, then began to check his own weapons in a
last minute show of activity that must have betrayed the strain. LoDona
had made a point of looking into the good colonels file, he hadn't seen
action in nearly two dozen years. It was another point that put him out
of the Majors good graces. Rob mentally shrugged, in all their wisdom,
sometimes the High Echelon had some real idiots making plans for them. 

With absolutely no warning, nearly every Borg voice in the cube suddenly
said, "WE ARE THE BORG. YOU WILL BE MADE TO SERVICE US. WE WILL ADD YOUR
BIOLOGICAL AND TECHNOLOGICAL DISTINCTIVENESS TO OUR OWN, RESISTANCE IS
FUTILE."

"Bloody HELL!" bellowed Rob, as three dozen drones detached themselves
from the wall and scanned for a few moments before moving to one squad
of his detachment. He yelled into his mic on broadband, "The Party has
started two minutes early, Light your matches, boys!" He twisted down
his scattergun, and pointed at the nearest couple drones. Two quick
shots later, and they were in pieces on the floor. He ducked, moving
easily in his BDU as another swung at him with assimilation tubes
extended. He swept sideways with the scattergun and bellowed a credible
Southern Yeolp as the arm of the drone was broken nearly in half. 

Within minutes, everything was chaos. Heavy phaser fire concentrated in
earnest on the center sphere, and everywhere in his vision, phaser fire
was shooting out in graceful lines of power. But it had started early,
not everyone had been able to prepare properly. The screams of the
assimilated echoed in his helmet, as comrades yelled for help at the top
of their lungs. His own demi-company was being steadily pushed back by
pure weight of numbers, pushed ever closer to the drop off in the middle
of the sphere. 

Rob dropped to his knee, "Form a firing line!" he swung the type 3
phaser rifle off his back and took aim down it's barrel. He squeezed off
a high power shot that kicked a drone back ten feet, only to be replaced
by two others from the rear. Beside him, the colonel was taking panic
shots, shooting at nearly everything that was Borg. Rob silently prayed
that he didn't hit any of their own men, he didn't want to become a
murderer and throw the blasted colonel down the pit behind them in
retaliation. 

Gunnery Sergeant O'Neill squatted beside him. =^=Right flank is bein'
overwhelmed, Major!=^= he bellowed over the chaos. 

Before Rob even had a chance to reply, the Colonel suddenly shrieked
=^=All hands, retreat! Get off this block!=^ Rob's mouth dropped open as
he glanced down their retreat corridor. It was even more congested with
Borg then the way they were facing now, going down it was certain death.
"NO!, Belay that order!" he bellowed in response. The Colonel looked at
him, then savagely swung his phaser at LoDona's head. LoDona managed to
duck, the phaser only hit him a glancing blow. =^=I'm in charge! I say
RETREAT!=^= in a panicky voice. He grabbed hold of his phaser again, and
started running down the corridor, jumping out of the way of Borg drones
and firing at Random. To many men followed him, Rob doubted they would
be heard from again. 

What it did do, however, was weaken his own line. O'Neill stayed beside
him and continued firing. Someone tossed a grenade and yelled, =^=Fire
in the hole!=^ Rob turned his head as chunks of ship and Borg were blown
every which way by the full power photon blast. He grit his teeth in
anger, "I'm going to KILL that colonel if the Borg don't get him first!"

Someone close by heard him in the com, and said =^=I'll bring the
pliers.=^=Another yelled, =^=I've got dibs on the chainsaw!=^ O'Neill
nodded, =^=I'll bring the beer.=^= was his response.

Rob suddenly stopped, and thinned his lips. Down the corridor, a whole
new wave of Borg was approaching. Down that way was the 1st Bravado
Squad, if Borg were coming through en-mass, it meant they had either
abandoned their post, or were destroyed. Knowing their Commander, LoDona
was willing to lay his money on the latter. 

It also meant they were badly out-gunned. He cursed loud and long, then
said "All Forces retreat to extraction point by any means possible!" He
slammed the butt of his phaser rifle on the deck, "If that d*mned
Colonel hadn't taken all those men..."

=^=Then we might still have been overrun, Sir, with all do respect, haul
a$$!=^ Rob looked around, all his alternatives had been taken, they had
no choice but to leave. Distasteful as it was, this mission was FUBAR,
nothing to be done about it but try again later if they had the
opportunity. He ran headlong down their escape corridor, O'Neill beside
him, both firing indiscriminately at the Borg as they showed themselves
in their path. His BDU started showing the strain of being battered and
hit not many minutes later, the protection it offered declining by every
arm that hit him, and every beam that just nicked him by his own men. At
one point his rifle had been swept from his hands, he was now double
slinging two Mark V sidearm, shooting everything that came within his
range. On both sides, his men were being captured and assimilated. He
had even found himself confronted with Marines that had become Borg
sometime within the last half hour. 

Always running through his mind was what he was going to do to the
Colonel once he got off this chunk of technology. Throwing him in
boiling water didn't sound painful enough, neither did skinning the
b*stard alive after pulling out all his toenails with some tweezers.
Whatever happened, it would be done slowly with every intention of
causing pain. 

His men fought a hard fight through the corridors, passing dead bodies
of those who had suicide after being infected, but still in control of
their own actions. He himself only had thirty or so left, he wasn't sure
if they could make it to the extraction point or not. 

He was just turning his head to bellow encouragement when three Borg
turned a corner and rammed smack into him. He phasered one, as another
grabbed his arms and a third pushed its tubettes through a joint in his
BDU. Rob felt something cold start to pass into his blood stream, and
paled as he realized what had just happened. He screamed in pain and
defiance as he jerked with all his strength, and backhanded the drone
that had been holding him. O'Neill phasered the third drone, as LoDona
lifted his arm and destroyed the one that he had just backhanded. He
turned his head, a look of horror on his face at the expression on
O'Neill's face. LoDona knew what was coming, he couldn't allow it. He
cracked his Pallas battle helmet and screamed, "Get out of here!"

O'Neill shook his head, and grabbed LoDona's arm. =^=Come'on Sir, gotta
get you to a doc!=^ LoDona suddenly felt weak in the knees, and he
*felt* the assimilation nanties doing their work. He could just see his
reflection inside the helmet, his face has grey streaks in it already.
Soon, very soon, the nanites would begin sprouting hardware, prepping
him for full assimilation. "nooooooo........" he started to chant,
"nooo......"

O'Neill yanked LoDona around and pushed him. =^=MOVE, MARINE!=^ LoDona
took a few steps, then fell to his knees. It felt like he had
quicksilver moving through his veins, it wasn't painful but it felt
d*mned funny. He almost giggled as the prickly sensation, but he broke
off as he heard the first whispers of the Borg Collective in his mind.
He screamed again, mindless, as the Gunny picked him up and hoisted him
over his massive shoulder. 

He continued to scream as they beamed away, and he was placed in cuffs
by the same Gunny that had saved him. He could feel and see the metal
protrusions that had begun forming on him, as the Nanites took available
metal from around him and began to incorporate the raw material into
him. The group-mind became louder, deafening everything. Within half an
hour, he couldn't even think through the noise. He didn't even notice
the doctor that had begun work on him, he didn't notice anything for a
long time after...

The joy, the chaos, the close knit society of the Borg, had almost
completely taken him into its grasp... 

(Posted by Trout)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva - Sqn Command Desks, Admirals Quarters - Vice Admiral
LoDona - 0445)

Rob sat strait up in bed, switching from sleep to full alertness in
moments as he had always done since joining the Marines. He blew a
breath through his lips, and rolled his legs out as he unconsciously
reached out to stroke the implants left on his hand and arm. He hadn't
exactly been stupid that morning, but the results had haunted his dreams
for the rest of his career, throughout the time he had remained in the
Marines, then when he had transferred into Security and into the command
track. 

Those few moments, the feel of the assimilation tubes, everything about
that hellish time remained bright in his memory. And though he could
have had the implants themselves removed, he had left them as a reminder
of his failure, and as a reminder to all on what failure and cowardice
could and would achieve. 

He rubbed his face, and groaned. It was going to be another long day,
the Geneva transfer of Command ceremony was today. He shook his head as
he stood, at least they were off that tiny little thing they had called
a station. He didn't know how Admiral Greeley could stand having the
center of her forces on a station that could hardly block an attack from
a rundown freighter. 

=^=Admiral, you have a priority-one from Starfleet Command, Fleet
Admiral Alaya=^=

"Wonderful." he muttered, "Ill take it in here." he said somewhat
louder. If there was one thing that Fleet Admirals were excellent at, it
was catching others at very odd times. Kudo's to LoDona however, he was
already awake so she wouldn't have the pleasure of seeing him *very*
bleary eyed. 

He pulled on a robe to cover his mostly nude form, and sat down in front
of the screen. "Computer, show message, authorization LoDona Beta
Charlie Seven Four."

<<Please provide Retinal scan>>

He leaned forward to the monitor, and let it scan him. 

<<Verified>>

He leaned back, something less then impressed, as the Admiral showed
herself on the screen. "Admiral." he said as he inclined his head *just*
ever so slightly. "You do keep devilish hours."

"So do you, Robert." she replied back over the screen. "I somewhat
doubted I would be waking an old war-horse like you."

He crossed his arms, "What can I do for you."

"Fleet Strategic Operations has upgraded the importance of that sector
you command, new orders from SFI and Stratops are being sent your way
now on encrypted channels for later processing. Generally, they want to
feel out the strengths and weaknesses of all potential players, they
want to know exactly what is going on."

"It would be useful if I had more vessels in which to accomplish this
task," he replied dryly. "The Nimitz has only recently been repaired
after her last two encounters with hostile forces, the Cochrane is just
getting up on her feet, and we are only just transferring to the new
Starbase today. The Wraith is in deep sector exploration, the Freedom is
too. The Boudicca is still laid up here at Geneva with a skeleton crew."

"I'm well aware of your difficulties Robert, I'm afraid I can do nothing
more then I have already done. Utopia Planitia can help ease some of
your problems with relative efficiency, they are only two days real time
travel off, other then that.. The fleet isn't in the best shape right
now, I don't have to tell you that."

He sighed, "Yes, yes.. I know." He picked up a secured PADD and typed in
his access codes to look at the new orders he had been given for his
squadron. "Any particular timelimit I need to know about, Admiral?"

"No timelimit, but the sooner the better. You know as well as I what
Strategic Operations is like."

"I worked with them enough, I *should* know." he said as he placed the
PADD back on the desk. He folded his hands together, "I take it my
standing orders have not changed, the unsavory ones?"

She snorted, "You loved those orders, don't even try to lie to me. I
have known of you for far to long for you to pretend otherwise."

His eyebrow rose, but he didn't move to contradict her. Instead, he
simply nodded when she further said "Your standing orders are
unchanged."

A few more words were passed, then her face disappeared with the
Federation logo. He tapped his fingertips together for many minutes
after she was gone, considering just how he was going to divide the new
task among so few ships.

(Posted by Trout)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Geneva - Promenade - Dr Drouhin - 10:00)

Zephrine was still deep in thought about the events of the past day or two. She had decided to take a walk on the promenade to try to relax.

~if thats at all possible~

Throwing caution to the wind, she thought it safer if she left Rachel in her quarters. Safer for any bystanders, safer for rachel, not safer for her room.

~but I'll deal with that later~

Ahead of her, a woman walked lazily along, glancing at store frontages as she went. Something about the way she walked, and her mane of red hair drew Zephrine's attention.

~surely thats not Eloise? It can't be....~

The woman paused for a moment, half turning her head, enough for Zephrine to realise it *was* Eloise. She broke into a quick jog to catch up.

"Eloi.........." Her voice died as Eloise turned round, and Zephrine spotted the baby in her arms. She glanced from it, to her friends face, positive the confusion was obvious on her face.

"Zephrine!!" Eloise all but squealed as she pulled her into a quick hug, sandwiching the child between them. Zephrine felt a small moist hand catch hold of her tunic, and when they pulled apart, it held fast.

Eloise grinned, both at the confusion on her friends face, and the determined frown on her son's. It was obvious he wasn't going to let go of Zephrine in a hurry.

"Here, you better take him, or else we'll have to stand here for hours."

She deftly handed him over, as Zephrine began protesting.

"No, it's okay. Eloise! You know I don't *do* babies." 

"Of course you do! You're a doctor,and a woman! How can you not like babies!"

She found the bundle shoved into her arms anyway, and reluctantly took him, determined not to look at him.

"What are you doing here?"

The question about the baby in her arms was unspoken but it hung between them, and Eloise grinned.

"So much to tell you!! Quick, let's grab a seat up here, and I'll fill you in." She took a second glance at Zephrine's uniform. "That is, unless you have somewhere you're supposed to be?"

Zephrine shook her head.

"No, it's okay. Nothing that can't wait anyway."

She tried desperately to ignore the little face that was staring up at her from her arms.

They took a seat at a small table outside an eatery, and Zephrine took a closer look at her friend. She was thinner than she had been when they had last seen each other. there were also dark circles under her eyes, and a general look of tiredness about her.

~but how much of that is because of the baby......asuming it *is* her baby~

Seeing the unasked questions on her friends face, Eloise smiled.

"Yes, he is my baby. This is Ryuchi." She ran a hand lovingly over his head, beaming proudly.

A million questions ran through Zephrine's head, most of which centred around why Eloise was here on her own and who was the babies father. She looked at Eloise, not sure how to proceed.

Eloise, however cleverly interpreted Zephrine's silence.

"I guess you're wondering about his father and if I'm here on my own, and why I'm here?"

Zephrine nodded.

"Take a look at him, maybe that will answer your first question."

Very reluctantly Zephrine looked down at the baby. He still held her tunic in a tight little fist, and was sucking enthusiastically on his other hand. He gazed up at her , his eyes focusing intently on her face, and Zephrine felt something lurch within her.

~no, no, no! I don't need this now! this is what I've been trying to avoid all along!~

She shook her head slightly, trying to ignore what she was feeling and took another look at the boys face. There was no mistaking the dark hair and dark eyes.

She looked at Eloise.

"Does he know? Or..........are you still together?"

Eloise nodded.

"Well, it's complicated, but the short answer to both is yes."

Not wanting to delve too much, Zephrine smiled.

"I'm glad. You two are perfect for each other. I assume you're here to meet Nimitz when she comes in then?"

A shadow seemed to cross Eloises face before she replied.

"Yes, I'm just hoping........well, I'm not sure what Nishi will think of us that's all."

There was a pause for a moment before Eloise turned to Zephrine, her expression worried.

"Zeph, there's someone else. Or rather, someone who is interested in Nishi, and I'm not sure if he's ............ I *do* trust him, but what if he decides he's better off with someone like that than being saddled with me and Ryuchi?"

Zephrine took Eloises hand and gave it a quick squeeze.

"You know what Nishi is like Eloise. He's completely devoted to you. I'm sure once he meets Ryuchi, he'll be besotted with him as well. It'll be fine, try not to worry."

~and if he hurts you, he'll have me to deal with!~

Eloise sat staring into the distant for a moment, before turning to Zephrine.

"Zeph, do you think.......well, I know it's asking abit much, but could you look after Ryuchi for half an hour or so? Just so I can go and get something to wear? And maybe have my hair done? I want to look, well, as good as I can for when I see Nishi. It's just harder than I thought trying to shop with a baby along."

~no!!~

Zephrine's eyes widened in shock. She was about to make some exucse, when she saw the pleading look on eloises face and gave in.

"Sure, of course I will. I'll take him back to my quarters. Take your time shooping."

She almost gritted her teeth as she was saying it. Having a baby for company was not her idea of fun. For a start it would force her to confront several things she didn't want to think about, but she could hardly deny Eloise a little time on her own.

"Oh Zeph, thankyou! I wouldn't trust him with anyone but you. Thankyou. I'll try not to be too long. I've got his things in this bag here. He won't be a problem. He's the perfect baby I promise."

She stood quickly and placed the bag on the table. After giving Zephrine a quick hug and kissing the top of Ryuchi's head, she hurried off along the promenade. Zephrine glanced down at the solemn little face looking up at her.

"Well, looks like it's just you and me."

She stood awkwardly, worried now that she might drop Eloises baby, and hung the bag from her shoulder. The irnoy of the situation hit her. In her whole career, she had managed to escape holding anyone's baby, always coming up with some excuse. Even when she had delivered Louise and Aragorn's baby, she had managed to quickly hand it over without looking at it for too long. There was no escaping it now. She had almost managed to convince herself and those around her that she didn't like babies and had no interest in them. The truth was actually the opposite. She desperately wanted a child of her own, but Tobias had never seemed to be around long enough for them to discuss it. The fact that he might not even want children was something that Zephrine had thought about and part of what made her try to ignore her natural yearning for them.

But now here she was, stuck looking after a baby, and feeling all those longings rise up once more.

She hitched Ryuchi closer to her, and began heading back to her quarters. She would deal with her emotions later. For the moment she had a baby to entertain and she decided she was going to enjoy what little time she had.

(reply any)
(posted by Wendy Gibson)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Deep Space  Shuttle Oceana  2406.03.05 10.40)

Finally, Huber had the connections all finished. Hed

had to jerry-rig a solution; a long shot occurrence

had happened to the shuttle, and maintenance had no

plan for repairs in deep space.

He and the pilot worked together to bring the ship up

to full impulse, tuning the navigational deflectors to

best protect the ship. Finally, they determined that

they could continue into warp speed.

(Posted by Jimmy)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(USS Nimitz,  Bridge, CO, Captain Susan Rivers, 12.01)

"Captain, if I might have a moment ?"

Susan looked up to see Zach standing before her, holding tightly on to a
PADD, and with an odd expression on his face. It reminded Susan of her
grandmother's spaniel when he desperately wanted you to share your
chocolate cake with him.

"Certainly, Zach. Number One, you have the Bridge," she replied as she
stood up and led the way to her Ready Room.

(Posted by Liz Geuken)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(USS Nimitz,  Ready Room, CO, Captain Susan Rivers, 12.03)

Susan was aware of Zach's impatience as she walked around her desk and sat
down. Well, perhaps impatience wasn't the right word. He was more like a
cat on hot bricks.

Almost as her behind hit the seat of the chair he placed the PADD in front
of her and blurted out,  "Captain, I would like to request permission to
transfer."

Susan looked at her Science Officer in surprise.

"To transfer?" she repeated. "I thought you were happy here, Zach. Where
did you have in mind to transfer to?"

With the air of a schoolboy repeating a rehearsed speech for which he has
been promised a treat if he repeats it correctly, he poured the words out
to her.

"There is an archaeological dig on Altarrin Nine, and I want to be part of
it. After a month of strait search, I have determined that planet to be the
center where we crashed the T'Kon party, and after being there... Well, I
*really* want to be there again, there are questions that need settled
and... And..."

He paused for a moment and crossed his hands together. "Well, all I need is
your permission to go. I need to contact the Starfleet Archaeological and
Anthropological departments, that planet has been unexploited and I
*really* need to set up the dig! There is an expedition just waiting to
happen, so many unfound mysteries that can be solved, and my shades to
find..."

Zach broke off, looking as if he had suddenly made a mistake in his speech.
He fidgeted with his hands again, and said "There are so many
questions that need answering, and I want my shades back! They were made of
a highly resistant polymer, assuming they have not already been
removed from the site, they would still be in good condition! For that
reason alone time is of the essence, the longer I sit on the ship, the
larger the chance that someone could happen by and pick them up for their
own!"

He beamed at her. "So, may I have permission, Captain ?"

Susan bit the inside of her cheek hard to stop herself from laughing. He
looked so like an eager puppy. And all over a pair of dark glasses! She
took a breath. This was obviously very important to Zach, no matter how
trivial it might seem to her. She looked down at the PADD, noticing how
carefully he had categorised all his research.

She looked up at him again.

"Let me see if I have this right," she began slowly. "In a nutshell, you
want me to release you from duty here on the Nimitz, in order that you can
go and look for your 'shades'?"

(reply Zach iyw)

"I'm sorry, Zach, I'm afraid I can't authorise it. Not right now, we need
your expertise on board. I have been told to expect an unusual assignment
for the Nimitz once we leave Geneva. Exactly what it is, I don't know, but
I have been told that it will be some kind of scientific expediion. Though
not, I'm afraid, to Altarrin Nine."

She smiled at him sympathetically. "And whilst I understand there has been
no official dig there, it is always possible that there has been some
unofficial work done in the past, when this area was first explored. Who
knows, perhaps you obtained your shades originally from someone who found
them there?"

(reply Zach iyw)
(Posted by Liz Geuken)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(USS Nimitz - Ready Room - Lt(jg) Zach Falthgood - 12.08)

"Let me see if I have this right," she began slowly. "In a nutshell, you
want me to release you from duty here on the Nimitz, in order that you
can go and look for your 'shades'?"

He considered that for several moments, "And to find any information I
can on Nimera, she wanted to marry me you know..."

"I'm sorry, Zach, I'm afraid I can't authorize it. Not right now, we
need your expertise on board. I have been told to expect an unusual
assignment for the Nimitz once we leave Geneva. Exactly what it is, I
don't know, but I have been told that it will be some kind of scientific
expedition. Though not, I'm afraid, to Altarrin Nine."

Zach's face fell,  "And whilst I understand there has been no official
dig there, it is always possible that there has been some unofficial
work done in the past, when this area was first explored. Who knows,
perhaps you obtained your shades originally from someone who found them
there?"

Falthgood nodded dumbly, unable to counter the argument, the wind was
now gone from his sails. He came somewhat to attention, "Thank you,
Captain." he said quietly, and turned on his heel to leave.

(reply if desired)
(Posted by Trout)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Old Starbase Geneva, Personal Quarters, SPC Lee - 12:51)

Sasha ran panicked into her quarters.  As usual she was late! She had less 
than 5 min to get into dress uniform and make it to the change of command 
ceremony.

Pulling out her uniform, she looked at it critically.  It was a little bit 
wrinkled but it would have to do.  Quickly slipping into it, Sasha ran out 
the door, pulling her hair into a loose bun.

(Posted by Gemma)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(New Starbase Geneva - Main Assembly Hall - SPC Lee - 13:10)

Quietly slipping into the back, Sasha strained her ear to see how much she 
had missed.

".And so we have been given that challenge and we will rise to the occasion 
and make Freedom the place to be.  Our motto: That which does not kill us 
makes us stronger, will become the embodiment of our endeavors.  We will 
endure what is directed our way, deal in the best way possible and forge on 
to create a new strong path and haven for Freedom Squadron. May this new 
Geneva bring glory and honor to all the Squadron."

~Well it seems I've missed most of it~, Sasha tried to hide her grin on that 
thought.  She had never been a fan of ceremony and even less so, of 
speeches.

Blocking out the remainder of the ceremony, Sasha quickly ran through her 
'incident' involving the refuse container.

She would have to find Zeph and make sure she didn't feel responsible.As for 
Rachel however.Sasha smiled evilly.  She had a little surprise for her.

(Posted by Gemma)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(New Starbase Geneva, Main Assembly Hall,  Nimitz CO, Captain Susan Rivers,
1315)
 
Susan listened to the ceremony with half an ear. She was acutely aware of
Sevant beside her, and was trying very hard to block out the memories of
those times she had experienced in the alternate universes when they had
been so much more to eachother than CO and FO.

"... May this new Geneva bring glory and honor to all the Squadron."
 
 As Captain Arianna passed by them on her way out of the room, someone
announced "Starbase Geneva, departing."
 
"Good." Sevant breathed quietly to Susan, "I don't suppose the Celebration
is informal."

"I'm afraid not," she whispered back. "That would have been too much to
hope for!"

She searched the hall for Aragorn, but couldn't see him in the crowd.

"Excuse me," she said to Sevant. "But I want to see if I can find Captain
Aragorn. I'll see you later, at the party?"

(reply Sevant)

Susan nodded as she stood up. "I hate these formal gatherings," she added
in a low tone. "Worst part of being in Starfleet, if you ask me."

(Posted by Liz Geuken)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Quarters, SPCs V'Tral, B'EtaK, and V'Staq of the house of De'Ktor, 17.05)
 
V'Tral sat down on the armchair and kicked his legs up.  They'd been confined to quarters with a 'babysitter', he rolled his eyes with disgust.  She was a terran, not much older than they, and they'd been instructed by Deirdra to 'be good'.
 
He shifted his weight in the chair from one side to the next.  "Hmph" He intoned loudly.  His siblings looked at him.  
 
"Well, this is a rather bothersome occurrance.  Our last couple days on Geneva, and we can't even go about exploring.  Hmph."
 
B'EtaK looked at V'Tral then to V'Staq again.  "Well..." She paused.  "We could... " She paused again.  "I dunno, we're not supposed to get into any trouble."
 
V'Staq shook his head.  "Yeah Right! Like she expects us to follow that!" He said with enthusiasm.  
 
"Well..." B'EtaK began, "we were kinda good while you were gone."
 
V'Tral nodded her head.  "There was so much to do, we well.. didn't really have time to make trouble."
 
"You WHAT?  Didn't have time to make trouble?!? Heaven Forbid!!"  V'Staq said in mock shock.  "You're telling me you didn't do one single thing that was wrong, or that you got reprimanded for in the entire time that I was gone?"
 
B'EtaK and V'Tral shook their heads.  They'd been helping out with the move and everything, as a result, they hadn't had the time on their hands that they usually found they had during assignments and they didn't get in trouble.
 
"Well that just does it, we're going to get out of here."  V'Staq said as he looked at the babysitter who was reading through a PADD that she'd found.
 
V'Staq went into the washroom and keyed in a command that had the water level of the toilet rising.  He'd replicated a large stick with a giant towel on the end of it and he stopped up the hole.  Then he went out and sat innocently with his siblings and chatted amiably with the sitter while the disaster was in the process of occurring.
 
"And so what's your favourite subject in school?" The girl was asking.  
 
V'Staq looked at her his eyes narrowing, "historical disasters."  He intoned mischievously.
 
B'Etak and V'Tral both looked at V'Staq, their toothy Klingon grins beginning to show.
 
"Oh my goodness!" The girl exclaimed as she noted a torrent of water coming from the other room.  She jumped up and ran to the site of the disaster.
 
That was the triplet's cue, they jumped up and made their way to the door.  Passing through it and into the corridor.  "Tag, you're it."
 
The three of them went bounding down the corridor and managed to crawl into one of the Jeffries tubes that someone had left open during a maintenance routine.
 
"Let's see where this goes!" B'Etak added with excitement as she crawled inside it and then started climbing upwards.

(Reply None yet)
(Posted by Katherine Mazurok)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva- Officer's Lounge – Conn/Ops Lt John Wilson - 17:15) 

Vladek he was attempting to hide something since it was clear that he was hiding something instantly intrigued John.  

" Hey, I'm not suppose to tell you everything, I've also my private garden and don't insist I won't tell who she is, you'll be capable to nick her under my nose." he replied in smiling  

“Private garden I am sure I have not seen that on the new lay outs I thought I was suppose to be the operations officer. Any way Vladek you are going to tell me who this lady is,” John said half smiling half glaring.  

"No, even under torture, you'll see her when she'll arrive and you how is it going, still without a dancing partner, I remember that on our last party, you've spend quite a time with that charming doctor, her name was Deirdra Eistal, now? " 

“Ah alas no dancing partner this time and I have a thing about doctors what can I say, and I look forward to meeting this lady that has managed to steal your heart. One thing you have to tell me just for my own mental well being she is not a Doctor is she,” John said smiling hoping Vladek got his unique sense of humour.  

(Reply Vladek)   

“ Any how ill leave you to pine over this mystery women and good luck not that you are going to need it,” John then left Vladek to await his lady who John was surprised to see Ensign Edwards flung over him. John shrugged and saw Ensign Lee she had been one member of the crew that John had never really talked to and decided this would be a good juncture if she were available. 

“Hello, I have realised I have never really talked to you properly nor do I know you that well which makes me feel a little stupid standing here but however. Hello and how are you I understand you have recently had a nasty accident,” John said.  

(Reply Lee) 

(Reply Vladek, Lee, Any)

(Posted By Richard Bowes) 

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officer's Lounge - FO Vladek Rofellian - 2406.03.05.17:15)
 
Vladek was glad that the official ceremony for the change of commnad was over, he wasn't enjoying those formal ceremonies. For that he was glad to be only FO, he wasn't certain if as CO he could have the patience enough to stand such ceremonies.
 
He was walking trought the tables, nodding to official people and crew, he was playing perfectly his FO job but inwardly he knew that he would have been more confortable in his old Security office watching for the station's security. The amount of work hasn't lowered for a while and with the lack of people at the head of the department, the delays in the reports's writing wouldn't be reduce so quickly.
 
But John's voice interrupted his toughts “Hello Vladek, you having fun and how is everything?” he said.  

" Well, I was just thinking that I would be better in my office, you know how I hate those crowded parties but I have a appointment with someone and.."
 
Vladek noticed some surprise on his friend's face " Hey, I'm not suppose to tell you everything, I've also my private garden and don't insist I won't tell who she is, you'll be capable to nick her under my nose." he replied in smiling 
 
(Reply Wilson)
 
"No, even under torture, you'll see her when she'll arrive and you how is it going, still without a dancing partner, I remember that on our last party, you've spend quite a time with that charming doctor, her name was Deirdra Eistal, now ? "
 
(Reply Wilson)
 
John was gone on the direction of the bar and Vladek was still keeping an eye in direction of the lounge entrance when someone tapped him on his back.

He turned back and saw Ensign Edwards standing behind him "Hi Vladek!" she exclaimed, giving him a hug.

Vladek was a little caught unaware by that kind of demonstration but he knew it wasn't Lara's fault "Guess what?" she smiled.

" Hum....let me guess....no, you have already done it " Vladek responded as she was uncrumping a piece of paper in her hand. On it was a bright colourful picture of what appeared to be a rabbit. "I drew it for your office," she beamed with proudness in her eyes.

" Oh Lara, it's wonderfull, you are very talented and how do you know that I liked rabbit, when I was a boy I had a little Rabbit, I've called him Mr hide-and-seek, I was carrying him everywhere, and you what kind of pet do you had in your childhood ?" he replied
 
(Reply Edwards)
 
" It seems that you are enjoying the party, have you met interesting people yet ? " he asked seeing that she had fun to be there
 
(Reply Edwards)
 
Vladek was standing at a table, trying to socialize with the people who were sitting there when he noticed that the Captain was coming in his direction "And a good evening to you Number One.  How are you enjoying the party?"  she asked.
 
" Well Captain, you know me since the Boudicca and you know that I'm not feeling very confortable in those socializing party but to make you honour, I'm assuming completely my FO role and I've seen that you've assumed perfectly yours, chatting with the people, inquirying about their needs, a real master of ceremonies " he replied ironically.
 
In fact, he was feeling that his relationship with the Captain wasn't like he wanted. He would have been more near by her, to have some friendship but probably due to his romulan origins, he had still respect for her rank, some kind of bareer between them.
 
(Reply Arianna)
 
" And how are you feeling, now that you are running that big station ? " he asked in adding " by the way, congratulations Captain."
 
(Reply Arianna)
 
 
(Reply Wilson, Edwards, Arianna, any at the party)
(Posted by Patrick Buidin)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officers Lounge, Nimitz CO, Captain Susan Rivers,17.21)
  
Susan stood as much to one side as she could. She had been polite to
innumerable bigwigs, who seemed to her to have come from all quarters of
the Alpha quadrant specifically to make inane conversation with her. With
relief she saw the Geneva CO, Captain Arianna, make her way over towards her.
  
"Captain," Lise said.  "Welcome to the new Geneva, we are honoured by your
crew's joining us for these festivities." 

"Thank you, Captain," Susan replied. "It's an honour for us to be here,"
she added mendaciously, at least as far as she herself was concerned. "And
congratulations on your promotion," she said with genuine warmth in her tone.

(reply Lise)

"I'm afraid our stay won't be a long one this time," Susan added. "I've
been told we are to expect to head out on an unusual assignment in the next
day or so, but that's about all. I don't suppose you've heard any rumours?"

(reply Lise)
(Posted by Liz Geuken)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officer's Lounge, Geneva CO, Lise Arianna, 17.22)
 
"Thank you, Captain." Rivers responded.  "It's an honour for us to be here, and congratulations on your promotion."
 
Lise bowed her head slightly out of respect.  "Thank you Captain Rivers." She stated.
 
Rivers continued, "I'm afraid our stay won't be a long one this time, I've been told we are to expect to head out on an unusual assignment in the next day or so, but that's about all.  I don't suppose you've heard any rumours?"
 
Lise shook her head.  "We've had our hands rather full in the last couple of days, what with all the dominion activity and the rebels landing on our doorstep literally and taking a chunk out of the old station, unfortunately I haven't had my ear much to the ground so I have no gossip to share."
 
(Reply Rivers)
(Posted by Katherine Mazurok)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officer's Lounge, Nimitz CO, Captain Susan Rivers, 1723)
  
"I'm afraid our stay won't be a long one this time, I've been told we are
to expect to head out on an unusual assignment in the next day or so, but
that's about all.  I don't suppose you've heard any rumours?" Susan asked
the Geneva CO.
  
Lise shook her head.  "We've had our hands rather full in the last couple
of days, what with all the Dominion activity and the rebels landing on our
doorstep literally and taking a chunk out of the old station, unfortunately
I haven't had my ear much to the ground so I have no gossip to share."
  
"I'm sorry to hear that," Susan responded. "It seems a shame, I understood
from Aragorn that the 'old' station had been intended to be used as a
forward base for squadron exploration, especially since it was so new, not
two years old I believe? I suppose SFHQ will have to come up with something
else, I doubt they will want the trouble and expense of building a new base
out here again. And to be honest I'm rather surprised at Dominion activity
all the way out here - rather a long way from their normal sphere of
operations, isn't it?""

(reply Lise)

"I see!" Susan said, "I trust your officer is fully recovered?"

(reply Lise)

"I'm glad to hear it. Rather a baptism of fire for you all!"

(reply Lise)
(Posted by Liz Geuken)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva-Officer's Lounge-Conn/Ops Lt John Wilson -17:23)


John stood at the party feeling a little strange to be celebrating after the events of the past couple of days. As he stood in a self induced solitary confinement. As he stood looking out of the window out to the stars and the old station floating in space a voice broke him from his train of thought.  

 "Hello their Lieutenant.  How does this evening find you?"  The captains voice asked and in a cheery tone. 

John turned from his window to look the captain in the eyes before speaking. 

“I am fine thanks Captain, nice speech by the way,” John stated hating being placed on the spot to speak because he never knew what to say.  

(Reply Arianna iyw)  

“So when are we going to be fully operational here?” John decided to ask since that was what was on his mind.  

(Reply Arianna)  

“Sorry captain I have things on my mind at the moment and a lack of voices which is very good,” John said trying to lighten the mood.  

(Reply Arianna)

John had finished talking to the captain when he herd Doctor Mackenzie, prompted by this John made his way over.  

"Hey, haven't seen you around in awhile.  How are things going?"

”Things are ok or not bad or medium, One of those,” John said fumbling his words out. 

"Yeah.... sickbay’s not exactly the place to be to hear all the updates, " she said.

”Hey at the moment you are a hive of activity I mean my departments alone must keep you in business. So how are you Doctor?” John said knowing it must have been a ruff couple of days.  

(Reply Mackenzie)  

“I will tell my people to avoid medical emergencies for the next couple of days that should lower the number of people in your sick bay by 90%. Have you had a look around the new sick bays yet?”  

(Reply Mackenzie) 

“The amount of power this station is using I expect to be impressed by everything and can I get you a drink Doctor?” John asked.  

(Reply Mackenzie) 

“It would be my pleasure ill be right back,”  

As John made his way over to get drinks he spotted Vladek and decided to go over and say hello. Since any conversation would be welcome and may keep his mind of events that had occurred. 

“Hello Vladek, you having fun and how is everything?” John said.  

(Reply Vladek)  

(Reply Arianna, Mackenzie, Vladek, Any)

(Posted By Richard Bowes)


Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva-Officer's Lounge-Lara Edwards-17:23)

Lise was the first person to approach Lara and the doctor upon entering the officer's lounge. Lara smiled and waved at her.

      "And how are you this evening, Ladies?"  Lise asked.

       "We're doing just fine, aren't we Lara?" the doctor said as Lara nodded happily and smiled. 

       "Lara, would you mind refilling our glasses?" the doctor asked Lara as she gave her the glasses to refill.

       Lara smiled happily. At last, she had been given some sort of job to do. As she walk over to where the drinks were she spotted Vladek. Lara looked down in the crumpled pieces of paper she held in her hand...she had to show him.

       Lara went back to the captain and the doctor and handed the doctor her glass. "Thank you Lara, you're a big help, you know that?"

       Lara nodded but she was only half paying attention. She had to go find Vladek. She quickly pushed her way through the crowd in order to go find him. Upon finding him, she tapped him on the back.

(Reply Rofellian)

       "Hi Vladek!" Lara exclaim, giving him a hug.

(Reply Rofellian)

       "Guess what?"Lara smiled. She knew he was going to love this.

(Reply Rofellian)

       Lara uncrumpled the piece of paper in her hand. On it was a bright colourful picture of what appeared to be a rabbit. "I drew it for your office," she beamed, proud of herself.

(Reply Rofellian)


(Reply Rofellian, any)
(Posted by Hayley Kirton)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva (New), Officer's Lounge, CO Lise Arianna, 17.23)
 
"We're doing just fine, aren't we Lara?"
 
To that question, Edwards simply smiled and nodded.
 
Lise smiled politely as she watched Mackenzie speak, "Lara, would you mind refilling our glasses?"
 
As Edwards made her way over to refill the glasses, Mackenzie pulled Arianna aside.
 
"Tell me how bad does it look?"  Mackenzie asked indicating her lipstick.
 
All Lise could do was try to contain her smile in a polite fashion and from spurting into laughter.  "Well, it does look like you had help." Lise finally stated.
 
Edwards returned shortly, "Thank you Lara, you're a big help, you know that?"  Mackenzie stated.
 
Again Edwards nodded, and then seemed distracted off in the distance by another crewmember.
 
"This is a great party Captain." Mackenzie stated.
 
"I am glad you are enjoying yourselves." Arianna said as she looked from Mackenzie to Edwards.  As the conversation winded down, Lise looked at her two companions and stated:
"I should probably continue the rounds.  Have a pleasant evening you two." she indicated as she left the grouping.

(Posted by Katherine Mazurok)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva - Officers Lounge - Dr Drouhin - 1725)

Zephrine was doing her best to mingle, but for the most part she was still 
going over the fun she had had with Eloises baby earlier in the day. It 
hadn't been for long, but it had been enough to make Zephrine crave more. 
She had almost offered to babysit for the couple so they could have some 
time alone, but decided it would not look good if she didn't turn up for 
the party. She suspected Nishi would also have to put in an appearance but 
was certain he wouldn't stay for long and didn't blame him.

After helping herself to a drink and some fingerfood, she noticed a woman 
standing off on her own near one of the windows, looking like she would 
rather be somewhere else. Not quite sure whether she was doing the right 
thing or not, Zephrine wandered over.

"I'm never sure whether they make us wear uniform to these things just to 
see how uncomfortable we get, or whether they don't have anything else to 
wear themselves."

The woman seemed to start at Zephrine's words, and she smiled her apology.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you. I'm Zephrine. You must be from 
the Nimitz?"

<reply?>

Zephrine nodded.

"I spent the early part of my career aboard her........well, and some of 
the latter. I miss the ship. How are you finding her?"

<reply?>

Zephrine hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Look, I don't mean to be rude, and you can tell me to mind my own 
buisness, but....is something bothering you? You seem preoccupied?"

(reply Onyx, any)
(posted by Wendy Gibson)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officer's Lounge, CO Lise Arianna, 17.25)
 
"I am fine thanks Captain," Wilson began responding.  "Nice speech by the way."
 
Lise smiled.  "Thank you Lieutenant."  
 
"So when are we going to be fully operational here?"  Wilson asked.
 
"Well, the completion of things moving over will hopefully occur by the end of tomorrow, then we'll have the starting up procedures and everything will be completely transferred, we should be up and running by the end of the week."  
 
Wilson looked distracted.  "Lieutenant, are you alright?"  Arianna inquired.
 
"Sorry Captain, I have things on my mind at the moment and a lack of voices which is very good."  Wilson stated.
 
Lise nodded.  "It's been a very busy week, especially for you Mr. Wilson, I cannot even imagine."  She stated hesitantly, "Look, if whatever's on your mind gets too much, and you feel like you want to run it by someone or whatnot, my door's always open." She stated.  "Or there's Dr. Drouhin who I understand you saw, but she's got a degree in counselling, and also she's very nice."  Lise looked at Wilson again.  "Klingons would say that nothing should escape the warrior that he must endure his pain and preserve his honour alone.  Betazoids take the line that keeping things inside isn't healthy for the body mind or soul.  In this instance, I have a tendency to encourage the Betazoid approach, because if it affects all three; mind, body and soul, then, it negatively affects honour and the person."
 
Lise smiled a little, realising that she'd been ranting.  "Sorry, in short, what I meant was, talk to someone ok?  Don't keep it to yourself.  You're good Friends with Lieutenant Rofellian.... " Lise indicated.  "But in the end it is your decision." She responded.
 
(Reply Wilson, if you wish )
(Posted by Katherine Mazurok)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva-Officer's Lounge-CMO Ensign (sg) Kaitlyn Mackenzie-17:26)

       Approaching John, Kailyn decided to ask how he was.  "Hey, haven't seen you around in awhile.  How are things going?"

       ”Things are ok or not bad or medium, One of those,” John said.

       ~Hmm, must not be feeling the greatest about now...~  

       ”Hey at the moment you are a hive of activity.  I mean my departments alone must keep you in business. So how are you Doctor?”

       Taking a seat, she replied, "Well, not bad.  I certainly have been busy for the past few days though."  Then smiling, she said, " Believe me, your department isn't causing all the rucus." 

       “I will tell my people to avoid medical emergencies for the next couple of days that should lower the number of people in your sick bay by 90%. Have you had a look around the new sick bays yet?”  

       Kaitlyn thought for a moment.  "You know what?  Come to think of it, I haven't.  That's something I can't wait to check into though."

       “The amount of power this station is using I expect to be impressed by everything.  Can I get you a drink Doctor?” John asked.  

       Looking at her glass, she guessed it was almost time for a refill, even though there was still half of it left.  Smiling up at him, she said, "Sure....while you're doing that I'll go check on Lara."

(Reply Wilson, if desired)

       As John went to go get her a drink, Kaitlyn started looking around the room for Lara, and spotted her not too far away.  It looked like she was having fun talking to a few other crew members, so Kaitlyn decided to leave her alone.

(Reply: Wilson, any)
(Posted by: Stacey)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva - Officers Lounge - Dr Drouhin -17.30)

“Good Party!”

Zephrine hesitated for a moment before replying.

~I think I can take that as a 'I dont want to answer your questions' ~

She nodded.

"It certainly is. Just a pity it has to be formal dress. I don't know about you but these things are just a tad too stifling for my liking."

"Zephrine!" 

Zephrine turned suprised, as Susan Rivers appeared beside them.

"It's great to see you again! Have you seen Kestra yet? She's here too! I take it you two have introduced yourselves to one another?"

“Barely!” Replied Onyx.

She grinned at her old friend.

"Well, I think we were in the process of that." 

"Then let me do the honours," Susan said with a smile. "Zephrine, this is
my CONN/OPS officer, Ensign Onyx Kateb. Onyx, this is Captain Zephrine
Drouhin, former CMO and latterly FO of the Nimitz, an old friend of mine
from my early days in Starfleet. Now assigned to Geneva?" she asked Zephrine.

Zephrine felt her smile sag slightly.

"Yes,that's right. Who would've thought I'd end up on a base. Anyway, it's great to see you again. I guess I sort of forgot you'd be here. It's been a hectic past few days."

She shook her head slightly at Susan's enquiring look.

"Don't ask! But no, I didn't realise Kestra was here. I haven't had much of a chance to mingle yet.In fact, the only person I've spoken to so far is, Onyx."

<reply onyx?>

"So how is Tobias?" Susan asked Zephrine. "I heard you had taken him back
to Earth. I hope they were able to do something for him?" she asked anxiously.

Zephrine grimaced slightly.

"Um, you could say that. Last I heard from him, which was actually a couple of days ago, he was in a jail somwhere."

<reply susan? onyx?>

She sighed.

"Well, you know Tobias. If he's not actually *in* trouble, he's usually in a sickbay somewhere."

<reply susan?>

Zephrine turned to Onyx.

"I'm sorry, you must think we're rude, talking about people you don't know. Part of the job description I'm afraid. Meeting up at bases seems to be the only way of catching up with what your ex crewmates are up to. You haven't long graduated I take it?"

<reply Onyx?>

Zephrine grinned at Susan.

"I'm not sure about you, but I certainly remember my first few months after graduation. I was scared stiff!

(Posted by Wendy)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officer's Lounge, MO Colette Lafayette, 17.30)
 
Colette sat at a table, alone.  She pushed some veggies and other bits of food around her plate with a fork.  ~No, no they say you have to eat...~  Her one voice chimed at her.  ~But, but.. then....~  The other voice conjectured sending an array of different reasons why she shouldn't listen to the medical department nor should she listen to rationelle or the science behind it.
 
She just wanted to grab her head and scream.  It was like she was going nuts.  Voices here, voices there, all countering what it is that she wanted.  ~These are my thoughts and you're going to go away~  She thought angrily at them.
 
Duty.  Why was it her duty to be at this party?  How was this a manifestation of Duty?  Her duty was to defend and protect.  This party served neither and yet, it was duty.  How did that work?
 
She pushed the carrot around the plate.  ~Don't play with your food!~  Colette's mother remembered telling her as a child.  Colette would always argue that she was not playing with her food, but organizing it.  To which her mother would tell her to stop organizing her food and she would reply that an orderly plate was a happy plate.
 
It used to drive her mother mad.  Not as mad mind you as it drove her when she did decide to play with her food by replicating several litres of mashed potatoes and building a giant castle completely with drawbridge and gravy moat on the dining table as a centre piece.
 
"Colette, don't play with your food!"  She heard a voice again in her head, but this time it seemed less distant.
 
"Colette?"  
 
Colette looked up, there was someone standing above her and looking down.  "Oh hello." She said to the individual.. "Um would you care to join me?"
 
(Reply Mysterious Stranger)
(Posted by Katherine Mazurok)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officers Lounge, Nimitz CO, Captain Susan Rivers,17.30)

Captain Arianna had moved on to do the polite to more guests, and Susan got
herself another glass of Bajoran Spring Wine from the bar. She looked
around the room, hoping to see someone she knew. Louise had said that she
and Aragorn would be there, but Susan hadn't seen them yet. She hoped that
Shun and Loren were behaving themselves with Meh'Nor and Jenny. Louise had
kindly offered to have her childminder look after Susan's wards as well as
her own children.

Suddenly to her surprise and pleasure, Susan spotted Zephrine on the far
side of the room, talking to Onyx. She made her way over to them carefully,
wary of spilling her red wine on her white dress uniform.

"Zephrine!" she exclaimed as she reached them. "It's great to see you
again! Have you seen Kestra yet? She's here too!" 

She smiled at Onyx. "I take it you two have introduced yourselves to one
another?"

(reply Onyx, Zephrine)

"So how is Tobias?" Susan asked Zephrine. "I heard you had taken him back
to Earth. I hope they were able to do something for him?" she asked anxiously.

(reply Zephrine)

(reply Onyx, Zephrine)
(Posted by Liz Geuken)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officers Lounge, Nimitz CO, Captain Susan Rivers, 1731)

"I take it you two have introduced yourselves to one another?" Susan asked,
looking from Zephrine to Onyx.

"Barely!" Replied Onyx.

"Then let me do the honours," Susan said with a smile. "Zephrine, this is
my CONN/OPS officer, Ensign Onyx Kateb. Onyx, this is Captain Zephrine
Drouhin, former CMO and latterly FO of the Nimitz, an old friend of mine
from my early days in Starfleet. Now assigned to Geneva?" she asked Zephrine.

(reply Zephrine)

"So how is Tobias?" Susan asked. "I heard you had taken him back to Earth.
I hope they were able to do something for him?" she asked anxiously.

(reply Zephrine, Onyx)
(Posted by Liz Geuken)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officer's Lounge - FO Vladek Rofellian - 2406.03.05.17:32)
 
After having spoken with Lara and John, Vladek was still keeping half an eye on the loung's doors but still no traces of Esme, he was feeling guilty ~ she probably won't come, it's my fault ~ he had been so busy to set up his proposal for the new science vessel that he had to cancel their yesterday evening appointment, he had asked her to come to the party but he wasn't sure that she would come.
 
He turned back to the tables and noticed the presence of some of the Nimitz'crew ~ oh yes, I've almost forgotten that the Nimitz had docked back to the starbase, hey it's Colette overthere ~ he noticed in heading in her direction.
 
She was sitting at a table in front of a plate full of vegetables and he noticed that she was playing with the vegetables then he remembered their last breakfast ~ it's the second time that I saw her playing with her food ~ tought he in approaching the table.
 
"Colette, don't play with your food!"  he said in joking but she didn't seemed to notice it
 
"Colette?" he asked again 
 
She looked up "Oh hello." She said  "Um would you care to join me? "
 
" Hey Colette, it's me Vladek, I know it has been quite a time and that I've changed my yellow uniform to a red one but I wasn't expecting that you would forget me so easily." he replied in smiling.
 
(Reply Lafayette, any)
(Posted by Patrick Buidin)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva - Officers Lounge - Lt(jg) Zach Falthgood - 17.35)
 
Zach drank the rest of his gin in one gulp, and considered moving to the
bar for another. His request had been turned down, there was no
archaeological project in his immediate future, his specs would just
have to wait in the dust and dirt until someone else found them... 

He shook his head and played with the glass as several other Nimitz
officers chatted around him. 

"Well good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Geneva, thank you
for joining us for these festivities."
 
Zach turned to face the person that had spoken over his shoulder, and
brightened up a little. "Migod, there was a reason to come!" he said.
"Pleasure to meet you Captain, a pleasure indeed! Nice station you have
here, have you checked under the hood yet to make sure everything is in
order?"

(reply any around)
(posted by Trout)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva - Officers Lounge - Lt Cmdr Sevant - 17.40)
 
"Good Evening Mr. Sevant.  Mrs. Sevant."  Lise nodded to a very pregnant
woman, "Welcome to the New Starbase, I trust you are enjoying
yourselves?"
 
Sevant chose to forget for a moment that his formal uniform needed
retailoring, and nodded his head. "It is an acceptable party," he said.
He looked at his wife, "My dear?" he asked.
 
(reply Vicki)
 
He looked back over at the Captain, "Congratulations on command of the
new station." he said neutrally. 

(reply Lise, any)
(posted by Trout)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officer's Lounge, CO Lise Arianna, 17,41)
 
"It is an acceptable party."  The Nimitz FO answered in a custom Vulcan manner.  "My dear?" He indicated to his wife.
 
 Vicki smiled, "It's lovely Captain." She responded, glowing.
 
"Congratulations on command of the new station." Sevant stated.
 
Lise nodded her head.  "Thank you, it is an honour.  Please, feel free to avail yourself to the services and shoppes that are on the station while you are here."
 
(Reply Sevant)
(Posted by Katherine Mazurok)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officers Lounge, Nimitz CO, Captain Susan Rivers, 17.45)

Susan saw the Geneva CO talking to Sevant and Vicky across the room. Rather
closer to her she spotted both her ACEO's standing near to one another, but
apparently without noticing eachother. They both looked a little like fish
out of water. Smiling to herself, Susan made her way over to them.

"Good evening, Gentlemen," she said as she arrived. Both the human and the
Tellarite turned round at the sound of her voice, and then looked surprised
to see one another.

"Terrible crush, isn't it," she said with a grimace, "and dress uniform
doesn't help either," she added frankly.

(reply Shtorr, DC)
(Posted by Liz Geuken)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officers Lounge, Nimitz CO, Captain Susan Rivers,17.49)

"Indeed captain, and the drinks are a poor imitation of the real thing."
Shtorr said earnestly. DC raised an eyebrow at the comment and laughed out
loud as he raised his glass to the two of them.

"Alcohol isn't really the thing to tingle the taste buds Mr. Shtorr.  I
prefer Apple Cider, strawberry daiquiris minus the infernal drunkenness
creation and even a chocolate shake once in awhile, wot wot and all that!
And the uniform, now that'll get the girlies all over you in a London
minute, if you be looking for a lady to trade a smile with..."  He smiled
to the younger Assistant Chief and winked.  Turning to Susan, Porter spoke
while a young lady refilled his glass.

"Captain, if you don't mind me askin', when do we return to the mighty
black yonder?"

"Very soon, in fact as far as I know, tomorrow. We're only here for the
launch party then we're off on a new mission. I've yet to speak to Admiral
LoDona about it, but I understand it'll be a little more interesting than
the cataloguing of systems we were doing!" she added with a grin.

DC nodded at that and sipped his drink, relishing it for a moment.  "Well,
meself can't wait to hit the warp drives into full gear again, so you've
got one engineer ready to kick into space..."

"Excellent!" Susan said. "I confess, I dislike kicking my heels around a
starbase myself. I've had enough of that in my career to last me a
lifetime, one way and another," she added, smiling. "How about you, Mr
Shtorr?"

(reply DC, Shtorr)
(Posted by Liz Geuken)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva (New), Officer's Lounge, CO Lise Arianna, 17.50)
 
"Ma'am, I'm from a house K'YaRT'ash.  This is one of the older Major Family lines in the Klingon Empire, dating back some 350 years.  Always warriors, the line began as a closed line of 100% Imperial Marines.  Over the decades, the epetai saw the wisdom of opening the line to other Klingon races, thus strengthening the line as a whole."
 
Lise listened carefully to the description of S'Tarok's house.  It was very interesting, she always found, the bloodlines of different families of interest, it was something that defined who they were as individuals but also as a people on the whole.  It was their culture.
 
"House of K'YaRT'ash is part of the Kasara Alliance."  S'Tarok added.
 
"I see.  Lise Arianna, daughter of the house of Kre'Tos." Arianna intoned in the Klingon fashion.
 
"I know this house.  It is very large.  I mean on its size, wealth and political influences within the Klingon Empire.  Did your family ever want to join any other families or perhaps the Kasara Alliance?"
 
Lise shook her head.  "While my house technically possesses a deal of wealth and land, and my father was an ambassador stationed on Qo'noS, I am the only living member -" then she paused realising that she wasn't the sole living member anymore, as her sister had returned "I and my sister, as well as her child are the only ones left to bear the name and administrate the house.  Because my father and his father and their father before all married cross-culturally, so our house has sort of existed in isolation."  Arianna finished.  "But." She said with a coy smile.  "That does not make us less warriors."
 
(Reply S'Tarok)
(Posted by Katherine Mazurok)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officers lounge, Conn/Ops Lt John Wilson, 17:59) 

John made his way back over to the doctor two glasses in his hands as he came close to her he placed the glass down on the table and sat opposite her and began to speak.  

“So Doc how is everything and what do you do in your spare time,” John asked looking at the doctor that looked thrown by his questions.  

(Reply Mackenzie)  

“All it is I know you but I do not know you, if that makes any sense?” John said waving his arms.  

(Reply Mackenzie)  

As John was about to speak once more his com badge went off. 

“Ill be right back,” John said standing from the doctor and moving away.  

“Wilson here,”  

=^= Lt John, there is a gentleman one of our new arrivals insisting on meeting you immediately. I told him you were busy but he would not have it,” Mort’s voice came through clear over the com as well as a mans voice bellowing in the background.  

“I am on my way now,” John said moving back over to the doctor.  

“You will have to excuse me Doctor I have to go deal with someone,” John said moving towards the exit pausing at the captain.  

(Reply Mackenzie)  

As John reached the Captain he paused and then tapped her on her arm.  

“Captain I have been called away just to inform you I shall be leaving to go deal with this problem,” John said.  

(Reply Arianna)  

(Reply Mackenzie, Arianna, Any) 

(Posted By Richard Bowes) 

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva-Officer's Lounge-CMO Ensign (sg) Kaitlyn Mackenzie-18:00)

       John had just came back from getting the drinks.  As he set them down, he took a seat opposite her.

       “So Doc how is everything and what do you do in your spare time,” John asked looking at the doctor.  

       At the instant he asked her that question, he threw her back into reality from her thoughts.

       “All it is I know you but I do not know you, if that makes any sense?” John said waving his arms. 

       "Oh, no....that makes sense to me."  Taking a drink from her glass, then setting it down, she continued.  "Well, this will sound funny to you probably, but I'm quite the avid dancer, " she said snickering at the thought herself.  "More or less I'm just about into everything.....that is unless I try something and don't like it."  After she took another drink from her glass, she decided to turn the same question back on John.

       "So what about you?  What do you like to do in your spare time?"  

<<Reply Wilson, if desired>>

       Just as he was about to reply, his communicator went off.  “Ill be right back,” John said.
       
       Kaitlyn waited until John was finished.  When he came back, he said, “You will have to excuse me Doctor I have to go deal with someone.

       "Sure, " she said and watched as he left.  ~Well, better go see if Rofellian's surviving Lara..~  Walking over to Rofellian, she saw that Lara was busy showing him her newest drawing.

       Jokingly, she asked, "Is Lara giving you trouble over here?"

<<Reply Rofellian>>

       "I'm kidding Lara!" she said, laughing.  "I just came over here to check up on you."

<<Reply Edwards>>

       "Ok....well as long as you're ok, I guess I'll go say hi to a few other crew members."  As she walked along, she spotted Kimmel.  ~I guess I'll see what he's up to.~

(Reply: Wilson (if desired) , Rofellian, Edwards, any)
(Posted by: Stacey)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officers Lounge, Nimitz CO, Captain Susan Rivers, 18.00)

"Susan! I've been looking everywhere for you!"

Turning round, Susan gave Louise a grin. "Ditto," she said. "But in this
crush, what do you expect."

"Oh but it's a great party!" Louise said happily. "I love parties, even if
this one is a little sad."

"How so?" Susan asked, before she thought. "OH!" she added, "I see what you
mean. I'm sorry, I didn't think."

"That's OK," Louise said. "Don't tell him I told you so, because I think he
wants to surprise you, but Aragorn finally got what he's been asking for!"

Susan blinked a little. In her opinion, during his career Aragorn had been
'asking' for a lot of things in one way or another, not all of which would
be classed as reasons for celebration if they came about. But before she
could ask Louise what she meant, she felt a huge clap on the back.

Staggering slightly, she almost spilled her drink. "Watch it!" she said
sharply as she turned round.

Aragorn stood there, grinning boyishly. "Mind you don't spill your wine,
Susan," he said with mock rebuke. "These whites stain like nothing on earth!"

Susan grinned at him. The change in him from the last time she'd seen him
five months ago was remarkable. Then he'd been unusually sombre, seemingly
weighed down by a job he hated and the effort not to show it to Louise. Who
of course, Susan reflected, had been perfectly well aware of it all the
same.  

"You seem very happy," she remarked. "Been talking to your favourite CMO?"
she added with a grin. 

"My fav- " he began in a puzzled tone. Then enlightenment hit. "Zephrine?
ZEPHRINE's here? NOW? WHERE?" he demanded.

"She's over there, next to the potted palm by the pillar," Susan began.
"She's -"

But it was too late. Aragorn had gone.

Susan grinned at Louise. "He's certainly a lot happier," she said. "He must
have got good news?"

Louise nodded happily. "But I'm not allowed to say," she said with a grin. 

Susan laughed. "No, I guess he wants to tell us in his own way," she said.
"Have you seen Kestra yet? No? Then let's go find her!"

The two women moved off in search of their friend.

Soon they saw her, standing by some other Nimitzers. Making their way over,
Susan tapped Kestra on the shoulder.

"Surprise!" she said. "Look who I ran into!"

(reply Kestra)
(Posted by Liz Geuken)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva-Officer's Lounge-CMO Ensign (sg) Kaitlyn Mackenzie-18:03)

       As Mackenzie spotted Kimmel, she slowly made her way over to him.  After all, she hadn't talked to him ever since whole ordeal with the chip.

       Approaching him, she said, "Hi......how does everything seem to be going with you today?"

(Reply Kimmel)

       "Oh....yeah I've had some days like that.  Wilson just got done telling me about the new starbase's sickbay, which I can't wait to check out, " she said, grinning.

(Reply Kimmel)

       After talking with Kimmel, Kaitlyn decided to go back to Lara and see how she was doing.

(Reply Kimmel)
(Posted by Stacey)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officers Lounge, Nimitz CO, Captain Susan Rivers, 1803)

"Louise!  it is so good to see you again.  How have things been with you
and Aragorn?  Is he around?"  Kestra said.

"He's somewhere around, talking to Zephrine, I think," Louise responded,
looking round. She spotted Aragorn close by, deep in converstation with
Zephrine.

"I see him now. I will wait to talk to him in a bit,"Kestra replied. "It is
so wonderful to see you again Louise.  How are the kids?"  Kestra inquired
smiling.

Louise grinned. "Meh'Nor is as full of mischief as ever, and believe it or
not, Jenny is 18 months old now! She's into everything..."

Susan tuned out as Louise shared a few anecdotes with Kestra.

"How're your three?" she heard Louise ask. Swiftly Susan glanced at Kestra,
knowing that to be reminded that her own children were so far away must hurt.

"Trish, Centrina and Sky jr are fine. They are staying with their
grandmother on Betazed at the moment."  Kestra answered then swiftly
changed the subject. "Susan, did you tell her that  we are on the same ship
together again?"

"No," Susan replied, grinning. "I thought you'd like to tell her yourself!"

"Ah then let me break the great news, I am the new ACMO on the Nimitz with
Susan now."  Kestra relayed to Louise.

Louise was surprised, but delighted for Kestra. 

"I'm so glad you're back!" she said. "But ACMO... that's a bit of a change
for you, isn't it?"

"Yes it has been....interesting to say the least, not like counselling.
Vanyssa has been doing a really fine job as counselor, but, I do miss it
sometimes."  Kestra reflected for Louise.

"You must do," Louise said. "It must be really strange, being back on the
Nimitz and having someone else as Counsellor."

Susan winced to herself. Much as she liked Louise, sometimes she could be a
little tactless.

"Kestra's doing a fine job," she said. "And she has been helping Vanyssa by
sorting out a few crew problems whilst Vanyssa was nursing her new baby. I
don't know what we'd have done without her," she added, smiling at her two
friends. "One way and another it's been a h*** of a year."

She saw the expression on Louise's faced and could have kicked herself. Now
it was she who was being tactless.

"Yes it has," Louise said quietly. "But things look like they are changing
for the better now," she added hopefully. She saw Kestra's puzzled
expression, and explained. "Six months ago, Aragorn was finally passed fit
to return to active service. After we left Vega when the breakthrough was
made, we spent what felt like eternity on earth, waiting for an assignment.
Then he was made CO of the Cochrane Research Facility out here, but before
he could take up the position, we had a bad shuttle accident and he almost
died. We spent 6 months here on Geneva whilst he recuperated - at least, on
the old station," she amended, "- before he was made CO of Geneva, which he
was overjoyed about, as you can imagine. But within a week, it was
rescinded and he was transferred to the JAG office here and Commander
Arianna was given command of the station. And if you can imagine Aragorn
(of all people) happy in a JAG position, then you have a better imagination
than I have!"

(reply Kestra iyw)

Louise smiled. "But he's in a VERY good mood tonight," she said happily.
But then she glanced over towards Susan, and reddened slightly. "But I'm
sure he'll tell you both in his own good time," she added hastily.

Susan glanced at Kestra and raised an eyebrow. "Sounds intriguing," she
commented. Then she grinned. "I bet he made you promise not to tell any of
us just to pique our curiosity!" she added to Louise, who just smiled.

"So what have you two been up to the last few months?" Louise asked. She
listened as Susan and Kestra told her of the systems they had been
cataloguing.

(Posted by Liz Geuken)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officers Lounge, Nimitz ACMO, Lieutenant Kestra Troi-Wolf, 
1805)

"Yes it has," Louise said quietly. "But things look like they are changing 
for the better now," she added hopefully. She saw Kestra's puzzled 
expression, and explained. "Six months ago, Aragorn was finally passed fit 
to return to active service. After we left Vega when the breakthrough was 
made, we spent what felt like eternity on earth, waiting for an assignment.  
Then he was made CO of the Cochrane Research Facility out here, but before 
he could take up the position, we had a bad shuttle accident and he almost 
died. We spent 6 months here on Geneva whilst he recuperated - at least, on 
the old station," she amended, "- before he was made CO of Geneva, which he 
was overjoyed about, as you can imagine. But within a week, it was rescinded 
and he was transferred to the JAG office here and Commander Arianna was 
given command of the station. And if you can imagine Aragorn (of all people)
happy in a JAG position, then you have a better imagination than I have!"

"I can see Aragorn as one.  He has the mind set already especially being a 
former starship commander.  He might not be in a great mood most of the time 
though dealing with some of the things he will have to deal with."  Kestra 
commented

Louise smiled. "But he's in a VERY good mood tonight," she said appily.
But then she glanced over towards Susan, and reddened slightly. "But I'm 
sure he'll tell you both in his own good time," she added hastily.

Susan glanced at Kestra and raised an eyebrow. "Sounds intriguing," she
commented. Then she grinned. "I bet he made you promise not to tell any of 
us just to pique our curiosity!" she added to Louise, who just smiled.

"So what have you two been up to the last few months?" Louise asked. She 
listened as Susan and Kestra told her of the systems they had been
cataloguing.

(reply none just putting in my two cents)
(posted by Frank)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officers Lounge, JAG, Captain Aragorn, 18.05)

"You seem very happy," Susan remarked. "Been talking to your favourite
CMO?" she added with a grin. 

"My fav- " he began in a puzzled tone. Then enlightenment hit. "Zephrine?
ZEPHRINE's here? NOW? WHERE?" he demanded.

"She's over there, next to the potted palm by the pillar," Susan began her
answer but Aragorn had already spotted his former CMO and made his way over
there. He approached her from behind and found her talking to an unknown
woman.

"Surprise" Aragorn said softly as he covered her eyes with his hands from
behind.

(Reply Zephrine)

Aragorn smiled.

"Not too bad, actually," he replied. "Not too bad at all. And you, how have
you been doing?"

(Reply Zephrine)

Aragorn grinned as Zephrine replied.

"You know?" he said with a smile, " I have been thinking a lot about you
lately. Tell me, would you be in for a bit of adventure? Ancient ruins and
deep space exploration, that kind of thing. And lovely patients to deal
with, of course, including me."

(Reply Zephrine)

Aragorn missed most of Zephrine's reply though as his commbadge came to
life and uttered a single phrase.

=^= They're here. =^=

"Understood," Aragorn replied as he winked at his former medical officer.

"You are familiar with Hyper Sclerosis? Dreadful viral disease. Leaves
people unable to move a single muscle but will not kill them. The muscles
will not move yet still send through pain impulses. You know, there is this
remarkable woman that I would like you to meet. She has contracted Hyper
Sclerosis when she was excavating a ruin somewhere."

Aragorn's smile disappeared as he shook his head.

"And now, four months later, living a day-to-day life filled with eternal
pain and suffering, the silly woman threatened to kill me if I didn't take
her along. And she would, too."

A slight smile appeared around his lips. "Yes, she's definitely someone you
would REALLY like to meet."

(reply Zephrine, anyone who overheard)
(Posted by Adrie Geuken)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officer's Lounge, CO Lise Arianna, 18.05)
 
Lise felt a hand on her arm, she turned from the conversation that she was in the middle of.  "Captain I have been called away just to inform you I shall be leaving to go deal with this problem."  Wilson stated.
 
Arianna nodded her head.  "Very Well Lieutenant." She answered.
 
Lise returned to the conversation.  ~I wonder what's going on~  she started wondering.  ~Well I suppose that I will learn about it later, via the reports and such...~  She reasoned.
 
Lise went back to the conversation at hand.
 
(Reply any)
(Posted by Katherine Mazurok)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva - Officers Lounge - Dr Drouhin - 18.10)

~the trouble with these formal occasions is that everyone is so intent on behaving themselves that they don't seem to relax enough to have fun~

Susan had moved on, and the conversation with Onyx had ground to a halt. They both seemed to have run out of things to say, but were both too polite to move away.

"Surprise" A voice said softly as two hands covered her eyes from behind.

Zephrine's first thought was that somehow Tobias had made it here. But no, there was something about the hands that just wasn't right.  She stood for a moment, trying to work out who it might be, before shaking her head in resignation.

"I give up."

She felt the hands release, and turned.

"Aragorn!" A delighted smile appeared on her face as she gave her former Captain a hug.

"Wow! I can't believe it. You look so well! How have you been?"

Aragorn smiled.

"Not too bad, actually," he replied. "Not too bad at all. And you, how have
you been doing?"

Zephrine grimaced slightly.

"Well, you know how Starbases and I get along. But on the whole not too bad. I manage to keep myself busy."

Aragorn grinned as Zephrine replied.

"You know?" he said with a smile, " I have been thinking a lot about you
lately. Tell me, would you be in for a bit of adventure? Ancient ruins and
deep space exploration, that kind of thing. And lovely patients to deal
with, of course, including me."

Zephrine smiled slightly.

"Well, that certainly sounds intriguing, although I'm wondering if this little adventure is with Starfleets approval or not. Where are you planning on heading?"

~knowing Aragorn it's 50/50 either way~

At that moment Aragorn's commbadge chirped into life. 

=^= They're here. =^=

"Understood," Aragorn replied as he winked at Zephrine.

~now this gets all the more bizarre by the moment~

"You are familiar with Hyper Sclerosis? Dreadful viral disease. Leaves
people unable to move a single muscle but will not kill them. The muscles
will not move yet still send through pain impulses. You know, there is this
remarkable woman that I would like you to meet. She has contracted Hyper
Sclerosis when she was excavating a ruin somewhere."

Zephrine nodded.

"I've had limited experience with it, but yes, I've heard of it."

Aragorn's smile disappeared as he shook his head.

"And now, four months later, living a day-to-day life filled with eternal
pain and suffering, the silly woman threatened to kill me if I didn't take
her along. And she would, too."

Zephrine felt for the woman. There wouldnt be many diseases that were so cruel to their victims as this one. 

A slight smile appeared around his lips. "Yes, she's definitely someone you
would REALLY like to meet."

Zephrine glanced at Aragorn for a moment, wondering what he meant by his words. It was almost as if he was trying to say something to her without coming out and saying it. While that was out of character for him, she did start to wonder.

~maybe.....it surely isnt anyone I know?~

She thought about the women she would dearly love to meet up with right now. There were only 3 of them.

Her mother, Tobias' gran, and Jenna.

The first was dead (or so the records said), the second was harder to track down than her grandson (although it had to be said her prison record was probably of a similar size to his), and the third.......well, that was nigh on impossible. The last time she had seen Jenna, she had been that mentally ill she had barely recognised anyone. Zephrine was positive it couldn't be any of the three.

~so who is it that he's so intent on me meeting~

Then another thought entered her head.

~oh no! he wouldnt would he?~

"Aragorn," she said carefully, "Is there any particular reason you want me to meet this woman? "

(reply Aragorn?)

"You wouldn't have, um......."

~how to say this without insulting him~

"Well, you wouldn't have told her how I found a cure for your condition, and perhaps given her hope I might do the same for her?"

(reply Aragorn?)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officer's Lounge, CO Lise Arianna, 18.10)


"Pleasure to meet you Captain, a pleasure indeed!  Nice station you have here, have you checked under the hood yet to make sure everything is in order?"
 
Lise looked at the odd man with confusion. "Hood?"  She asked, as she peered at the man's eyes that seemed not entirely accustomed to the lighting level.
 
 
(Reply Falthgood)
(Posted by Katherine Mazurok)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva - Officers Lounge - Lt(jg) Zach Falthgood - 18.10)
 
"Pleasure to meet you Captain, a pleasure indeed!  Nice station you have
here, have you checked under the hood yet to make sure everything is in
order?"
 
"Hood?"  

Zach grinned, "Aye, the hood!" He broke off as he realized she had
absolutely no clue what he was talking about. "Uh, old Terran
expression. When they drove combustion engine vehicles, the engine
compartment was an externally accessed place, and the door or cover was
called the 'hood'."

(reply Arianna)
(posted by Trout)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officer's Lounge, JAG Jonathan Tybrin, 18.12)

"Pleasure to meet you Captain, a pleasure indeed! Nice station you have
here, have you checked under the hood yet to make sure everything is in
order?"

"Hood?" Capt. Arianna said to the man with a very confused look on her face.
Jon knew that even part klingon's sometimes had a hard time at humor. He
wondered is the same with her or just that it was an old earth joke. He had
picked up on the start of the conversation as he walked up after getting
himself another drink.

"Capt. Arianna that is a very old earth joke. When they would drive in to a
gas station to get gas they would tell the attendant to do that." Jon said
then stopped to reconsider what he said. "I am sorry captain do you even
know what a car was? Sometimes I make the mistake that the same frame of
thinking is with others."

Lise looked at him confused. "Car?" Then she remembered. "Oh yes, ancient
terran automobile that was used for transporting humans from one place to
another, ran on petrol, and had four wheels. Hood, the front bit that came
up and covered the engine. I understand now.. sort of. Why would one check
under the hood?"

"Well Sir, to make sure that it was still in running order much like our
engineers do on the starships." he was getting a kick out of this.

"The only thing is that our engineers don't really look *under the hood* so
to speak."

 Arianna nodded her head. "To be sure, Lieutenant, I was once an Engineer."

"I am sorry sir, did not know that. BTW, I am Lieutenant Jonathan Tybrin,
your new JAG officer." He said as he also produced his PADD in case she
wanted to see it. "Nice party you have going on here and congratulations I
guess is in order."

"Ah, the new JAG officer!" Lise said as she took the PADD and extended her
hand. "Welcome aboard Lieutenant. You've arrived earlier than scheduled,
good, I'm glad you got to partake in the festivities. "

"Yes I am happy also, I hate missing out on a good party. You know all the
free booze and stuff like that." Jon smiled at that wondering how it would
come across to his new boss. "I am sorry but I must have dominated the
conversation here, and this is Lieutenant?" he finished as he extended his
hand again to the gentleman.

Lise smiled, "This is Lieutenant Zach Falthgood Science officer in charge of
research on the USS Nimitz." Arianna finished.

"Ah nice to meet you Lieutenanat and of the Nimitz. I have heard a lot about
the Nimitz and her crew. One day I will have to come visit them when my
duties are not so pressing here." He said then caught a look at the captain
from the corner of his eyes to see how she reacted.

(Zach)

Lise regarded this new lieutenant carefully, as he was chatting with Zach,
she perused his PADD of orders and his profile, he seemed to be an
interesting character to say the least, someone that she'd have to keep her
eye on though, she sensed something more from this individual than he let
on. IT could prove to be interesting.

"Ah look my cup doesn't runneth over any longer. I must beg your pardon and
go get a refill. Capt?" Jon said looking to see if there was anything else
she wanted to say or if she was going to have him refill hers.

Lise nodded her head. "Good Evening Lieutenant." She said briefly as he
parted their company.

Jon was glad really to be done with that bit of formality and now back to
partying and mingling.  He would worry about things later, tonight he was
going to party.

(reply Zach, any)

(posted by Frank with Kat's help)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officer's Lounge, JAG Jonathan Tybrin, 18.20)

Jon wondered the room some looking for specific people he wanted/needed to
see.  He finally saw some that he really wanted to say hello to and they
were all in one group.  He walked by and picked up another drink then
maundered over to the group.  They seemed to be saying hello like they had
not seen each other in a long time.

The women were Susan, present captain of the Nimitz, Kestra, present ACMO of
the same, and the other woman he recognized from Aragorn's dossier as Louise
his wife.  He knew from what he had already found out that these three plus
one called Zephrine were very close while on the Nimitz together.  This
would be another good place to say hello at.

"Excuse me, I am Jonathan Tybrin and I am new to this area.  I don't know
anyone here could maybe I start with you three?"  Jon said as he walked up
to the three women.

(reply from Susan, Kestra, Louise, any)
(posted by Frank)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officer's Lounge, Nimitz CO, Captain Susan Rivers, 1822)

"Excuse me, I am Jonathan Tybrin and I am new to this area.  I don't know
anyone here could maybe I start with you three?"  

Susan turned to see a complete stranger approach them.

"Captain Rivers, CO of the Nimitz," she said, holding out her hand. 

"Onyx Kateb, also new around here!" a voice came as she shook hands with
the stranger.

Susan nodded as her OPPS officer joined them too.

"My CONN/OPS," she said to Jonathan and Louise in explanation. "And this is
Lt Kestra Troi-Wolf, my ACMO, and Science Officer Louise Palmer,
temporarily unassigned," she added to Jonathan. What area do you work in?"
she asked, eyeing his anyonymous dress uniform curiously.

(reply Jonathan)
(Posted by Liz Geuken)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Science Laboratories, SPCs V'Tral, B'Etak and V'Staq of the house of De'Ktor, 18.25)
 
They'd been wreaking havoc amongst the station.  That Jeffries tube that they'd managed to gain access to turned out to visit an array of places, they'd  been to the arboretum, the zoo, the theatre, the shop's trade ring, a broom closet on deck thirteen, a weaponry locker that was being used as a freezer, a classroom filled with primary school students, a day care centre, the access panel right by a Holodeck, and finally, they'd reached what seemed to be the end of the line.
 
"I can't get the door open." V'Staq called back to his siblings.  "It seems really stuck."
 
"What? " B'EtaK called back to him.
 
"I -- CANNOT -- GET -- THE -- DOOR -- OPEN -- " He shouted.
 
"Here, let me try, V'Staq, you're weak!" V'Tral taunted him.
 
The funny thing about that is that the triplets were all about the same size and all the same age.  They were really quite alike.  If anything, V'Staq was probably the strongest of the three... next to B'EtaK  of course.  V'Tral went up alongside his brother and pushed and shoved and the two of them gripped the railings and pushed and shoved at the hatch some more.
 
With the sound of a vacuum letting go, or something akin to what V'Staq reasoned that would sound like, the hatch was forced off the opening, and also succeeded in busting the hinges.  All of a sudden, there was a sound of a table leg denting or something metal colliding on something else metal.  Several sounds occurred.  The Jeffries tube was then flooded by a soft orange haze.
 
"What did you two do?"  B'EtaK hissed at her brothers that were still standing on the ladder.
 
"Um.. opened the door?" V'Tral said back.
 
"I think you did more than that, come on, go out, have a look!"  B'EtaK hissed.
 
So the three climbed out of the Jeffries tube, they looked at the table that the hatch had dented the leg of and caused the contents of the table to the floor.  There was an orange haze and a gizmo that seemed to be in operation, perhaps in the process of completing something.
 
"What have you two done!"  B'EtaK hissed.  "Now look, you're going to get in trouble!!  We've got to fix this."  She said looking at the room in shambles around her.
 
She reached out to touch the glowing apparatus, but drew her hand back quickly, it was really hot.  ~hmm~  B'EtaK thought ~I need to find something to pick this up with.~  
 
"Look, you two replicate a new table, ok, I'll worry about picking this thing up."  B'EtaK directed.
 
The other two nodded, as they went to the replicator and began inputting the descriptions of the table.  "Hey V'Staq, how tall is the table?"  V'Tral asked.
 
"Um, two hands past my waist?"  V'Staq answered.
 
V'Tral growled and mumbled, "That was helpful, NOT"  He replicated a long metal device and threw it towards V'Staq, "Here, use this to measure it!"
 
Unfortunately, V'Tral's ability at the javelin at that moment was not as good as it could have been and the ruler/javelin type thing went sailing past V'Staq and landed in the middle of the contraption that had the orange glow.  The ruler sparked as it'd now become a conductor in the middle of the experiment.
 
"Guys... I don't think that was such a good idea."  B'EtaK said, as she watched sparks emanate from the ruler.  "Just fix the table ok?  Don't help anymore!"  She hissed back.
 
The other two nodded, and began computing the dimensions of the table with a plastic ruler that had been replicated by V'Tral.
 
"Just great," B'EtaK muttered.  She looked around her and noticed that there was an oversized PADD that had some data on it.  ~hmm, if I flip this over and then put it under the whole ruler/experiment thing, maybe first I can dislodge the ruler thing, then I can pick the experiment and put it on the table, like it was before... well how was it before?  I don't really know, neither do they.. really.~ She reasoned.
 
B'EtaK looked up at her brothers.  ~hmm, boys, they can't even do one simple thing!~  She thought as she watched them as they much like an old terran comedy duel went about trying to recreate the table.
 
B'EtaK took the PADD and placed it underneath the ruler.  Then all of a sudden, something horrific happened.  The orange glow that was sparking all around the ruler was then entangled with a blueish tinge of energy that was encasing the PADD.  The two colours of energy sparked together and then, leapt up from the ruler, PADD, contraption where they were originally contained.  All of a sudden, a white spot appeared in mid air, where the energy beams were intersecting.  The white beam grew and began to turn colours.
 
"V'Staq, V'Tral, I think something bad's happening." B'EtaK inferred.
 
And it was, the intersection of all those coloured beams and energy sources was causing a mini explosion and then... everything shorted out.
 
"Whew, I think that's over with.." B'EtaK stated as she looked back at the point in mid air where the beams had been criss crossing before.
 
Unfortunately while the beams that had been criss crossing were now discontinued, the item that they had been forming did not.  There, floating in mid air was a purple, pinkish, blueish tinged thing that seemed to beckon to B'EtaK, it was almost as if it was calling her, calling her to come in.  And it seemed to be expanding.
 
"Let's get out of here!" V'Tral shouted as he and V'Staq picked up B'EtaK who seemed transfixed by the anomaly and bolted out the door.
 
The anomaly fluttered amazingly as the people left the room.
 
(Reply None yet)
(Posted by Katherine Mazurok)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officer's Lounge, JAG, Lieutenant Jonathan Tybrin, 1830)

"Captain Rivers, CO of the Nimitz," Susan said, holding out her hand.

"Onyx Kateb, also new around here!" Onyx said and caught Jon off guard but 
he recovered quickly shaking hands with her.

Susan nodded as her OPPS officer joined them too.

"My CONN/OPS," Susan said to Jon and Louise in explanation. "And this is Lt 
Kestra Troi-Wolf, my ACMO, and Science Officer Louise Palmer, temporarily 
unassigned," she added to Jonathan. What area do you work in?" Susan asked.  
Jon caught her eyeing his anonymous dress uniform curiously.  Knowing how 
Captain Rivers was Jon knew that he had to tell her exactly where he worked 
cause she would find out easily enough.

"I am sorry....which do you prefer ... Onyx or Kateb or Ensign Kateb?  I am 
in heaven with four wonderful ladies to talk to for a moment.  Captain, glad 
to meet all of you,  I am the new JAG officer here on Geneva station."  Jon 
saw something that he did not like in the eyes of several of the girls and 
waited for it to fall on him.

(reply from Kateb, Susan, Louise, Kestra, anyone else)
(posted by Frank)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Operations office, Conn/Ops Lt John Wilson, 18:30)  

John walked into his operations office still wondering wither he was in the right section after the size of the station. Standing in front of the doorway in his usual stooping manner was Mort cradling a pad.  

“Lt John, here is the pad of our new transporter chief also we need to organise the duty roster and also,” Before Mort could continue John raised his arm to silence Mort.  

“Right these could have waited what was all the shouting over the com?” John asked raising an eyebrow glaring at Mort.  

“This way John this way,” Mort said waving his arm towards the main office.  

As the door opened John paused and read the door he then continued to walk through.  

“Impressive name on the door Chief of Operations makes me sound important,” John then paused and looked at a gentleman in an operations uniform with grey hair.  

“Lt Wilson I am Ensign O’Neil Transporter chief assigned to Geneva,” O’Neil stated in a clear and loud tone.  

“Please have a seat Ensign O’Neil, I herd some shouting over the COM and Mort said we had a problem, do we have a problem Ensign,” John asked sitting in his seat looking at the much older Ensign.  

“Lt, Crewman Mort assaulted me,” O’Neil stated raising a hand that appeared to have been bitten. John could not contain himself and began to laugh.  

“Mort you have to bite don’t you, you cannot punch or kick you just bite,” John then turned back to O’Neil. “ Mr O’Neil Mort has been through a traumatic last couple of days and he is on edge. He did not mean to bite you and I am sure he will not be doing it again. If you would like to wake a complaint I will deal with it officially but what I can ask is can we deal with this privately?” John asked looking into O’Neil’s Eyes.  

“For crying out load, I did not want to take it any further Lt I just wanted to speak to Mort at he was freaking out and he locked me in this room. I would like to see my transporter room please sir,” O’Neil state holding his head, John smiled and stood up.  

“Mr O’Neil, call me John I prefer it and Mort can take you to the transporter room and you to play nice now,” John said shaking hands with O’Neil and then sitting back down.  

“And Mort I told you not to rescue me from the party until well now,” John said smiling and looking down at the pads in his office.   

(Reply Any) 

(Posted By Richard Bowes) 
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva - Officers Lounge - Vice Admiral LoDona -  1845)

Robert walked into the party and took a quick look around. It was well
underway, little groups of chatting people had formed and there was none
of the awkward stillness that usually prevailed at the start of such
functions. He crossed his hands behind his white uniform and started
walking slowly around, observing the officers as they interacted and
keeping an eye out for the new Captain of Starbase Geneva. 

(reply any, CO)
(posted by Trout)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officer's Lounge, CSO Jovus, 1900)

Jovus was sitting at a table off to one side watching with glee the whole
room. He had not attended the usual social gatherings that went on at
Starfleet Academy, instead concentrating on his studies. He now regretted
that choice. It was amazing to see how relaxed the most senior of officers
became when something called a party occurred.

He was enjoying the drinks that were being served and was just working up
the courage to proceed up to the so-called 'dancefloor' where many officers
were moving in a rhytmic manner that was apparently called dancing. To Jovus
it looked strangely like the sexual dances that the women of his culture
performed to attract mates. Suddenly his comm badge chirped much to his
disappointment.

=/\= CPO Maya D'Elan to CSO Jovus .. sir... we've got a problem.  I think
you need to come down to the office complex straight away.  One of our
officers has gone missing. =/\=

With a sigh he answered that he was on his way.

(Posted by Drew)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Science Office Complex, NPC Science officers Maya D'Elan and Angie Ling, 19.00)
 
Maya and Angie were just getting ready to turn the lights out in the section where Tanya's experimentation was.  After all, she was at the party and if the energy wasn't needed to illuminate the section then they might as well turn it off right?
 
The two of them walked into the section that wasn't currently in use and instructed the computer to dim the lights.  "I wonder what she's working on in here anyway that's so important and so secretive."  Maya said to Angie.
 
"Yeah, I don't really have a clue, I heard her talking to something in there earlier on.  Do you think she's one of those people that talks to the things she works at?"  Angie returned.
 
Maya shook her head, "I'm not really sure, but one thing is for certain, she's a tad odd." 
 
Angie nodded her head in agreement.  "That's for sure."
 
The computer had dimmed the lights, but something was shining through in the distance.  It was... it was.... orange and purple and red and pink and yellow and blue and all sorts of other colours and it was fluttering sort of and shining and illuminating the area as if there was an array of coloured lights decorating the area.
 
"I don't think this is a good sign...." Maya started.
 
Angie crept forward to press her nose against the glass pane that separated the main area of the section from Tanya's office.  Her eyes went wide when she saw the anomaly that had formed floating several inches from the ceiling and seemed to grow.  "I know it isn't. ..." Angie concurred, "Maya, quick, bring a tricorder, there's something I want to take a look at...."
 
Instantly Maya was at her side, tricorder in hand.  She too looked through the glass pane and saw the same anomaly that Angie had seen moments earlier.
 
"What the heck is that?"  Maya asked.
 
"I have no idea," Angie replied, "But I sure as heck am going to find out."  With that, Angie stepped into the room and started to scan the anomaly.
 
"I don't think that's such a good idea..." Maya called after her feebly, she didn't know what Dr. Dervin's experiment was supposed to do, but she was certain that it wasn't that.  If one was going to go about doing something that might result in something of that magnitude and classification a certain degree of paperwork had to be filed and certain precautions had to be taken.  Something had to have gone wrong.  And in keeping with that, who knew what this anomaly did.
 
Angie was in the room memorized by the site that greeted her.  Her fingers were rapidly moving across the tricorder and recording the data of the anomaly before her.  But there was something more, something more severe to it, something that was happening.  It was almost like the anomaly was calling her.
 
"Angie... Angie..." She heard, her own voice?  Emanating from inside the anomaly.  Surely it wouldn't hurt if she moved a little closer.
 
Maya watched as Angie moved closer to the anomaly, the Tricorder still in hand.  "Angie, I don't think this is such a good idea."  She called out.
 
Angie was fascinated by the anomaly, she looked down at the readings, it seemed as if it was a rift of some sort one that was expanding as time went on so to speak, and she was scanning the interior.  IT seemed like it was the same as the ship.
 
It was precisely the same, perhaps it was just a two dimensional rift and if she stepped into it, then she would just pass through on the other side.
 
Angie pressed several more buttons on the tricorder, the readings she got seemed to confirm that hypothesis.  "Maya.." she called back.   "I'm going in."
 
Before Maya could shout out against it Angie was gone.  Maya waited one second, then two, then three.  She waited a minute and a half, her heart was pounding with fear, Angie did not return.
 
Maya touched her commbadge.  "CPO Maya D'Elan to CSO Jovus .. sir... we've got a problem.  I think you need to come down to the office complex straight away.  One of our officers has gone missing."
 
(Reply Jovus)
 
(Reply Jovus, any)
(Posted by Katherine Mazurok)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Science Office Complex, CSO Jovus, 1910)

Jovus walked into the Science Office Complex about to get angry at his being
called away from the party. The anger caught in his throat as he saw the
reason that he had being called.

(Posted by Drew)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Science Office Complex, CPO Maya D'Elan, 19.11)
 
Maya had been pacing in the main section of the office complex for well she really didn't have any idea how long, as she was waiting for the CSO to come through the door.  All sorts of thoughts were running through her mind -- how had this happened?, what had happened to Angie?, was Angie still alive?, If she was, would she be able to come back?  Why was the anomaly still expanding?  Was it going to envelop them all as it grew?  Would it pose danger to the structural integrity of the station?  What laid on the other side of it's opening?  And what was that interesting colour in the middle?
 
She heard footsteps and the hiss of an air compressor and turned to see that the CSO had been granted admittance from the doors.  "Sir, Lieutenant Jovus, Sir." Maya said in her highly nervous state.  "I - I -- I called you because, well... " there really weren't any words to describe it.
 
"look!"  Maya said as she pointed through the glass at the anomaly that was floating within Dr. Dervin's experimentation room.
 
(Reply Jovus)
 
"Well it wasn't here earlier.  We were just coming in this section, by we I mean CPO Ling and I, and we were making our way to shut off the lights, when we did... we... well there was this colouration and the glow from it, and CPO Ling, she insisted on like , well taking a look at it so I got her a tricorder and she moved closer and closer to the anomaly, and was taking readings.. and then.. she vanished."
 
(Reply Jovus)
 
(Reply Jovus, any)
(Posted by Katherine Mazurok)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officers Lounge, Geneva SPC Lee, 19:20)

Meandering around the Lounge, Sasha stifled a yawn.  Why she loved the odd 
party, she really was more in the mood to sleep.  Looking around, Sasha 
considered sneaking of, when she noticed Lise heading towards her 
determinedly.

"Ensign Lee! How are you?  I read the report about how Maintenance retrieved 
you out of a refuse container, how on earth did that happen?"

"In a word - evil."

At Lise's quizzical look, Sasha expanded.

"Zephrine's pet Rachel, saw fit to twist her cord around my legs until I 
tripped and fell into the chute."

(Reply Lise iyw)

"I'm fine, I spent the day resting after being practically eaten alive by a 
bug the length of my arm!"

(Reply iyw)

"I'm fine really.It was so disgusting however, and if Rachel crosses my path 
again, you can be sure she'll know about it."

(Reply Lise)
(Posted by Gemma)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Inside the Anomaly, CPO Angie Ling, Station Time, 19.20)
 
Angie looked around, nothing had really happened, she was inside the anomaly, but it was the ship around her.  Only slight things were different.
 
"What do you think you're doing?" A voice sassed from beside her.
 
Angie turned and looked with a startled jump, there was.. herself, standing right beside her.
 
"Who are you?" She whispered.
 
"That's none of your d*mned business." The double sassed.
 
"Oh come on now, let's be nice about all this shall we?"  A third voice from behind her sounded.
 
Angie turned to see another double of herself, or rather at this point a triple.  "She didn't mean it that way now did you Angie?"  The third asked the second.
 
"Why don't you just shut up!  IT's none of your d*mned business."  The second sounded back.  "What the h*ll are you doing here anyway?  Don't you know you shouldn't have come?"  The second was getting short tempered.
 
"Come now, Angie, let's all be calm about this, maybe take a seat and have some coffee?  I know how to bake some really good biscuits and I think that everyone will enjoy them."  The third cooed.
 
"You just take your coffee and biscuits and shove them!"  The second snapped.  "The both of you are nothing more than a..."
 
Angie, the real Angie couldn't believe what she was seeing, it was almost like the doubles that looked exactly like her had magnified elements of her personality and nothing else.  There seemed to be one really really bad tempered one and one really good tempered one.
 
"Oh Angie..." Another voice called from the darkness of the Lab, Angie turned to see the fourth, it was just like her, but not in a way that she had ever seen herself before.  Wearing a teddy and strutting around in high heels, hair upswept and way too much makeup.
 
~Oh my goodness!~  Angie thought as suddenly she began to take in the room that she was occupying, there were many duplicates of herself but they all possessed different elements of her personalities, some of them, she didn't even know she had.
 
Angie looked for the exit to the anomaly but none could be found.  ~Uh oh.. I think I'm trapped.~  She thought.
 
"Can I see that tricorder?" A fifth asked, "Using the readings that you gathered from outside we may be able to find a way to punch out or send a signal that we at least are still living."  
 
Angie looked at herself and passed the tricorder over.  She was entirely in shock, and had no real idea of what she was going to do.  Things were about to get a little more interesting.
 
(Reply none)
(Posted by Katherine Mazurok)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officers Lounge, Geneva CO Lise Arianna, 19.21)
 
Lise walked through another group of people and noticed one of her officers.  She immediately twigged something in her memory as to a report that had crossed her desk regarding that officer.  She rushed over to see her.
 
"Ensign Lee! How are you?  I read the report about how Maintenance retrieved you out of a refuse container, how on earth did that happen?"
 
(Reply Lee)
(Posted by Katherine Mazurok)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva - Officers Lounge - Lt(jg) Zach Falthgood - 1930)

Zach swirled his drink a few times as he walked around people in the
officers lounge. The party was sufficient, it didn't have the lively
tempo that he had experienced in the past (or the half naked women for
that matter), but for a Starfleet function it wasn't to bad. It would
have been better if he could have found someone to have a drink with
that didn't disappear after a few minutes to have a chat with someone
else, he was becoming the epitome of 'lost in a crowd'

He finished off his drink and turned back for the bar, looking to refill
it once again. He walked around a couple dancing couples, and came to
halt in front of the vaguely busy bar. "Gin." he said, a moment later
the bartender nodded. He turned around to watch the party, and in doing
so noticed he had stopped right next to Captain Rivers. He considered
for a moment as he leaned against the bar, then said "Not exactly a wild
and exotic party, is it Captain." 

He looked over and grinned, "I think we both remember just how wild a
party can get."

(reply if desired)

Zach turned back around and took the drink that was placed on the desk,
then noticed the drink in Rivers' own hand. He brought his own drink up,
in a salute. "To life, liberty and the pursuit of a good time."

(reply Rivers, any)
(posted by Trout)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officers Lounge, Nimitz CO, Captain Susan Rivers, 1931)

Susan had just ordered another Spring Wine, and was playing with the glass
thoughfully. She'd done the rounds of the room, and was considering who she
had not yet talked to. Vanyssa and David, Lee, Collette, Nishi - who she
had seen earlier on the other side of the busy talking to a red-head who
she couldn't quite recognise at that distance - Solan, Holland, Kalik. The
Sevants, although they seemed happy enough at their table. And -

"Gin." he said from beside her almost as she thought of him.

"Not exactly a wild and exotic party, is it Captain," Zach said.

He looked over and grinned, "I think we both remember just how wild a party
can get."

Susan blushed as she thought of the party they had gatecrashed in that
other dimension. Or timeline. Or whatever. She nodded. "Yes, we do," she
said with a slightly embarrassed smile.

Zach turned back around and took the drink that was placed on the desk,
then noticed the drink in Rivers' own hand. He brought his own drink up,
in a salute. "To life, liberty and the pursuit of a good time."

Susan raised her own glass in reply. "Gia sou, kyrie Zach," she said with a
bigger smile. Suddenly the lounge seemed a better place.

"Not a bad party, Captain," a voice said and she turned her head to see
Kalik approach them. "But I still consider it a com...", but before he
could continue, his PADD chimed. "Just a sec, Captain,"

Susan suppressed a sigh then almost giggled as she caught Zach's
expression. She looked down at her glass. ~How many of these have I had?~
she wondered. There was something about Zach that lightened her mood for
some unknown reason. Maybe it was their shared memory of the uninhibited
Tkon party, she decided.

"Sir, I think you should see this," Kalik broke into her thoughts and
handed her the PADD. She read it.

<<You requested to receive a notification on anything unusual going on in
Starbase Geneva or on the USS Nimitz. There is an unusual inter-dimentional
occurance in the one of the offices in the Science Office Complex in
Geneva. Ship scanners were unable to more information due to the anomalie's
interferences.>>

She looked at Kalik enquiringly.

"Requesting permission to help with the problems in the Science Complex and
finally do something useful while wer'e in the base, Sir!" said Roman, with
a hopeful look on his face.

Susan shook her head as she handed the PADD back.

"I'm sorry, Ensign, but we're here strictly as guests this time. And as the
station is now fully staffed, unless the captain of the station were to
specifically request our assistance, we can't get involved."

(reply Kalik)

Susan smiled sympathetically at the young and enthusiastic officer. "Now
put that PADD away and have a good time whilst you can. And that's an
order!" she said.

She glanced at Zach. If her memory served her rightly, he certainly knew
how to have a good time!


(Posted by Liz Geuken)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva - Officers Lounge - Lt(jg) Zack Falthgood - 1934)

"To life, liberty and the pursuit of a good time."

The Captain raised her glass,  "Gia sou, kyrie Zach," 

Zach grinned, his eyes twinkling from behind his shades as he took a sip
of the gin. 

"Not a bad party, Captain,"

Zach turned his head and noticed the ACEO, and raised an eyebrow. 

"But I still consider it a com...", but before he could continue, his
PADD chimed. "Just a sec, Captain,"

~Oh Lord and Lady,~ he thought, ~Now what.~

"Sir, I think you should see this," 

Zach so wanted to crane his neck and read as Kalik handed her a PADD,
but he was a nice boy and kept his attention on her face as she read the
contents. 

"Requesting permission to help with the problems in the Science Complex
and finally do something useful while we're in the base, Sir!" said
Roman, with a hopeful look on his face.

Zach's eyebrow shot up, ~eh?~

"Eh?" he said. 

"I'm sorry, Ensign, but we're here strictly as guests this time. And as
the station is now fully staffed, unless the captain of the station were
to specifically request our assistance, we can't get involved."

(reply Kalik)

"Now put that PADD away and have a good time whilst you can. And that's
an order!" she said.

Zach grinned, "Ooh, tough orders..." 

He looked over at the house band, then back at Rivers with something of
a wicked grin on his face. "Two moments Captain, I think I might have a
surprise for you. Up for a dance of sorts?" He pulled one of several
PADDs he had in his specially altered dress uniform (in dress or in
standard, there was no such thing as too many pockets) and walked over
to the person in charge of the small ensemble. He spoke quietly with the
guy for a few moments and handed over the PADD. The guy looked it over,
and nodded with a smile. 

As he was walking back, the band finished its current piece and took a
two moment break while the PADD was distributed and its contents
uploaded to their own playlist PADDs. Just as he took his place next to
the Captain again, a hauntingly familiar tune filled the room. The PADD
had contained the closest approximation of the first song they had broke
into on that planet, he had composed it during some of his darker hours
while trying to figure out what he was going to do. It wasn't perfect,
he could never get it perfect according to his memory, but it was close
enough to bring a few happy memories. 

He offered his hand, "Will you have this dance?" 

~abridged version of course, I think we would be kicked out for the
unaltered dance.~

(reply Rivers)
(posted by Trout)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva - Officers Lounge - Dr Drouhin -19:35)

"Would you like another drink Sir? Maam?"

Zephrine shook her head, and raised the glass she was nursing.

"No thanks, I'm fine with this."

(reply Aragorn?)

She was about to ask Aragorn another question, when someone appeared beside them.

“Hello Zeph, how’s Rachel?”

Zephrine frowned slightly, as she glanced at the newcomer.

"Oh, hello Sasha. Aragorn this is Sasha Lee. Sasha, this is Aragorn, my old Co, and a very good friend."

(reply either?)

"As to your question, Rachel is fine. She does tend to look after herself."

She paused, wondering if that came out quite right.

"Erm, it's nice to see you're okay too."

(reply Lee?)

Zephrine turned to Aragorn.

"I'm afraid there was abit of an accident, and Sasha fell into the waste unit."

(reply either?)

(reply Aragorn, Lee, Susan? Any)
(posted by Wendy Gibson)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva - Officers Lounge - SFI Joshua White - 19:35) 

Joshua stood to the side against the wall near the door wearing his all black SFI uniform. In his hand was a cocktail glass with gin and something else, he didn't care nor had he tasted his drink. Joshua looked across the room at Aragorn. He hadn't spoke to the JAG Captain since he retired from the service as Geneva CO. Joshua had a dilemma to deal with here, he had sworn allegiance to Aragorn as Geneva CO. Was he still bound by his oath to Aragorn? As SFI he could help with JAG investigations especially regarding Geneva Security and Marine personnel. Normally he would discuss this with his superior officer but it was a bit unclear who that was at the moment. Joshua had hoped for Admiral Greeley to show up but she was nowhere to be seen. Joshua hadn't seen her for four months.

 

In reality he worked for the Geneva CO, everyone assuming that his oath to Aragorn was to the Geneva CO. Joshua's CO talked to him over the Comlink all right but since those orders were more of the nature of protecting certain political interests on Geneva, Joshua paid little attention.

 

The office on the new base was great in more than one sense. The SFI Café with it's Irish style interior was now run by Brenda McNish full time. She had a small staff beneath her that worked in the kitchen and at the bar while she managed the establishment. The numbers of attendances were increasing rapidly and the profit was Brenda's to use to improve the Café. 

 

The public SFI Office was separated from the Café even if the two shared the same building. Joshua spent most of his time there in solitude. Joshua looked around the crowd, he hadn't spoke to anyone since he got here and no one had approached him…

 

*snap*

 

Joshua stared in disbelief on his right hand. A deep cut was visible running from the index finger down across the palm of his hand. In a second the blood would gush. Joshua quickly grabbed a piece of cloth from the nearest table, pressed it against his hand and left the Lounge to see someone at sickbay. Left on the floor was a heap of broken glass and an olive floating in the Martini. 

 

On the top of the biggest shard of glass one drop of blood rested like a ruby gem.

 

(Reply Any, None)

(Posted by Christer Sjöholm) 


Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva, Officers Lounge, Geneva SPC Lee, 19:35)

Leaving the Captain to finish mingling, Sasha looked around for Zephrine.  
Seeing her in a corner with Aaragon and a woman she didn't recognise, Sasha 
hurried over to say hello.

"Hello Zeph, how's Rachel?"

(Reply Zeph)

(Reply Zeph, any)
(Posted by Gemma)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva - Sickbay - SFI Joshua White - 19:40)

 

Five minutes later Joshua was in enough pain to grind his teeth as he entered Sickbay.

 

"Hallo? Anyone here?" he called out, pressing the now wet piece of cloth even harder against the wound.

 

(Reply "Anyone", a Nurse?)

 

"Hi… I cut myself on a glass at the party." 

 

(Reply Nurse)

 

"Yeah, really wild!" Joshua replied with a hint of dark cynicism as they entered the treating room. "No, in fact the glass broke in my hand while I was standing still. I guess I was a tad tense. I hate parties!"

 

(Reply Nurse)

 

"You tell me about it! I think I cut every nerve in my hand! It hurts like crazy and my index finger is going numb."

 

(Reply Nurse, Anyone in Sickbay)

(Posted by Christer Sjöholm)

 


Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva  2406.03.05 19.40)

It had been a long trip out from the academy, but

finally Huber had reached his new post. Settling into

his new quarters, he pulled up his messages, and found

first a note that the staff would be having a meeting

in the officers lounge. A change of command meeting.

Dress wasnt listed as formal, so Huber assumed that

standard issue uniform would be acceptable. He

stepped into the shower, took a water shower rather

than more standard ion shower, then dressed in his

uniform.

~Assistant chief engineer of a starbase.~ He still

couldnt believe it.

(Posted by Jimmy)
Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva-Sickbay-CMO Ensign (sg) Kaitlyn Mackenzie-19:41)

       It had been awhile since she left the party.  She didn't think Lara was too happy about leaving, but she had to wind down sometime.  

       Kaitlyn was about to call it a day, when in walked White.

       "Hallo? Anyone here?" he called out.

       Turning around in her chair to face who was knocking at her door, she quickly spotted blood hitting the floor, along with a blood soaked cloth.  Jumping from her seat, she asked, "What happened?"

       "Hi… I cut myself on a glass at the party." 

       "Let me get the tricorder so I can make sure there aren't any infections already taking place."  As she grabbed the tricorder off one of the surgical stands, she decided to ask if she had missed anything good happening at the party while she was gone.  "So tell me, did I miss a good fight?  Or did the party just get out of hand with everyone winding up drunk?" she said with a hint of sarcasm.

       "Yeah, really wild!" 

       She could tell he was being sarcastic as well, but she guessed she deserved it for doing the same to him.

       "No, in fact the glass broke in my hand while I was standing still. I guess I was a tad tense. I hate parties!"

       She finished running the scan, and commented, "Well, I don't know how tense you were, but I don't think it's worth severing a nerve and scraping off muscle tissue."  Putting the tricorder down, she went over to a cabinet and pulled out some sutures, gauze and dressing.

       "Now I promise this won't hurt after I give you this, " she said as she placed a hypospray against his neck to numb the pain.

(Reply White)

       As they continued to converse, she irrigated his wound, sutured him up, and wrapped his hand up in a sterilized dressing.  "There, now does that feel any better?"

(Reply White)

       "If you have anymore pain, come back and I can give you something for it........other than that, I suggest .....boxing?" she paused, " as a physical release for tension, " she said, giving him the 'mom speech.'

(Reply White)

(Reply: White, any)
(Posted by:Stacey)

Stardate:2406.03.05
(Starbase Geneva  Officers Lounge  20.05)

Huber stepped into the officers lounge, finding a

rather festive air. He searched out the base

commander.

(reply CO, anyone)

(Posted by Jimmy)
Stardate:2406.03.06
(Starbase Geneva, 3rd lieutenant Quarter, 3rd lieutenant S'Tarok, 13.47) 


S'Tarok was in his quarter a day after the party . Everything was so big and he 

was impressed .

~ I could guess how it will be at the party , cause the Humans like to exaggerate . But today is a normal working day and its time to meet my superior officer . It is Major T'Vanek .~

He turned to the computer panel and said :

" Computer , tell me where Major T'Vanek is . " 

<<< Major T'Vanek is in his office .>>>


So , S'Tarok left his quarter and left down the corridor to the Turbolift .


( Posted by Sasko )

Stardate:2406.03.06
(Starbase Geneva, Majors T'Vaneks Office, 3rd lieutenant S'Tarok, 14.25) 

S'Tarok walked to the door of the Marine CO and co-TAC/SC . After he had heard

the familiar " Enter " , he steped in the office .

Major T'Vanek was behind his desk . He was a young Vulcan , but on his face 

the 3rd lieutenant could see , he was an experienced officer .

S'Tarok steped forward and said :

" Sir , I know I'm late for my introduction , but with all this change of command 

ceremony aboard the new station as well as a reception to commemorate the new 

station , I'm comming now to you ."

( Reply T'Vanek )

" Yes , Sir . I know , Sir . It will never happened again ."

( Reply T'Vanek )

" I'm sure you have new orders for me . I'm ready for taking them and to start 

with my new assignment ."

( Reply T'Vanek , Any )

( Posted by Sasko )

Stardate:2406.03.06
(Starbase Geneva - MCO's Office - Major T'Vanek - 14.25)

T'Vanek folded his hands together as a 3rd Lt walked into his door,
paused for a moment, then stepped forward and came to attention. His
eyebrow raised ever so slightly.

"Sir, I know I'm late for my introduction, but with all this change of
command ceremony aboard the new station as well as a reception to
commemorate the new station , I'm coming now to you ."

~It would help in my assessment if I knew the identity of this marine.~

He cocked his head to the side, "Not a logical way to begin one's tour
of duty aboard a station, Lieutenant."

"Yes, Sir. I know, Sir. It will never happen again ."

"Very well."

He leaned forward in his chair as the Lieutenant continued, "I'm sure
you have new orders for me . I'm ready for taking them and to start with
my new assignment ."

The Vulcan considered for several moments in silence, letting the 3rd
sit and sweat as he did so. Finally, he said "What is your name and
previous assignment, Lieutenant. I was not previously aware that I would
be receiving another marine."

The Marine gave him his name, and that he just graduated the Academy, so
T'Vanek turned and entered the name into his desktop LCARS access point.
"S'Tarok, Klingon. Recently assigned to Starbase Geneva from Starfleet
Academy." He looked over at the still standing Klingon, "I will assume
this is correct?"

(reply if desired)

He turned back to his monitor, then shut it off. He stood with practiced
grace, and put his hands behind his back with ease. "Very well, follow
me Lieutenant." He walked passed the Marine, and headed for the Marine
Staging Center, which was one deck down through a turbolift which was
right outside his office door.


(reply, S'Tarok)
(Posted by Trout)

Stardate:2406.03.06
(Starbase Geneva - MCO's Office - 3rd lieutenant S'Tarok - 14.25)

T'Vanek folded his hands together as a 3rd Lt walked into his door,
paused for a moment, then stepped forward and came to attention. His
eyebrow raised ever so slightly.

" Sir, I know I'm late for my introduction, but with all this change of
command ceremony aboard the new station as well as a reception to
commemorate the new station , I'm coming now to you ."

He cocked his head to the side, " Not a logical way to begin one's tour
of duty aboard a station, Lieutenant." He said .

"Yes, Sir. I know, Sir. It will never happen again ."

"Very well."


The Major leaned forward in his chair as the Lieutenant continued, "I'm sure
you have new orders for me . I'm ready for taking them and to start with
my new assignment ."

The Vulcan considered for several moments in silence, letting the 3rd
sit and sweat as he did so. 

Finally, he said "What is your name and previous assignment, Lieutenant. I was 

not previously aware that I would be receiving another marine."

" Sorry , Sir . How silly of me . My name is S'Tarok I was just recently assigned to 

Starbase Geneva from Starfleet Academy . "

" S'Tarok, Klingon. Recently assigned to Starbase Geneva from Starfleet
Academy." He looked over at the still standing Klingon, "I will assume
this is correct?" The Major said .

S'Tarok nodded in his direction .


Then the Major turned back to his monitor, then shut it off. He stood up and said :

"Very well, follow me Lieutenant." 

He walked passed the Marine, and headed for the Marine Staging .

" Yes , Sir . " S'Tarok said .

(Posted by Sasko)
Stardate:2406.03.06
(Starbase Geneva - Marine Staging Center - Major T'Vanek - 14.40)

T'Vanek's glance took in the entire Staging Center, and took note of the
three squads that were currently on duty. 'Endless Night', the 'Hammer
of Gihgam', and 'FUBAR'.  'Dum Spiro', the Marine guard (Military
Police) were on duty with the depleted Security Department, but his men
wouldn't be needed for Security duty for much longer as personnel were
still arriving and the shortage would be taken care of very shortly. If
only Starfleet would send them another experienced Security Officer,
they would be doing well.

He came to a stop in the middle of the room with the new Marine beside
him, and the Squad CO of Endless Night noticed his presence and came to
attention where he stood, "Ateeeeension on Deck!"

Thirty six marines in the three squads, and a few others that were
wandering about for various reasons, dropped what they were doing,
turned to face him and came to perfect attention.

Now the marines would be expecting a few words or a question, it was
something he had learned in his years with the Corps and working so
close to humans. The question didn't even have to make much sense, but
it was never a good thing to let down expectations without cause.

"Are you 'The Most Prepared?' " he asked by way of question, quoting the
SFMC Motto. 

"HOO WAH SIR!" they answered nearly as one. 

"As you were." he said after a moment, then turned to face S'Tarok as
everyone resumed their previous duty. "As you might be able to tell,
Lieutenant, we are a fairly new company but the men are highly
motivated. We have some fairly seasoned squads, and all of them had seen
combat before our recent engagement with the Dominion on the other
station. I was satisfied with their performance then, though I have
noted several areas that require attention."

(reply if desired)

T'Vanek kept his face steady as he studied the Klingon. "I expect
nothing but your best effort, Marine. I do not care if you think you
have the right to let your skills slip now that you are an Officer and
assigned to the fringe, Every marine is a rifleman and that is what you
had best come to expect. You will lead men into battle should the Corps
or the Federation wish it, and I will not allow an unmotivated or half
trained Marine get the rest of his squad slaughtered."

He took a step forward, putting himself right into the Klingon's face.
Another move which had been drilled into him after many years in the
corps, though it was fairly dangerous if the Klingon decided to take
exception to it. T'Vanek wasn't much worried, he was a match for most
any in hand to hand combat, and he had 30 men around him with phasers. 

In an even tone he said, "I trust I make myself clear, Lieutenant."

(reply S'Tarok)
(posted by Trout)

Stardate:2406.03.06
(Starbase Geneva - Marine Staging Center - 3rd lieutenant S'Tarok - 14.40)

T'Vanek's glance took in the entire Staging Center, and took note of the
three squads that were currently on duty. 
He came to a stop in the middle of the room with the new Marine beside
him, and the Squad CO of Endless Night noticed his presence and came to
attention where he stood, "Ateeeeension on Deck!"

Thirty six marines in the three squads, and a few others that were
wandering about for various reasons, dropped what they were doing,
turned to face him and came to perfect attention.

~ Wow . Very impressing .~ Thought S'tarok .

" Are you 'The Most Prepared ?' " Major asked very loud . 

" HOO WAH SIR !" they answered nearly as one . 

"As you were ." he said after a moment , then turned to face S'Tarok as everyone 

resumed their previous duty . 

"As you might be able to tell , Lieutenant , we are a fairly new company but the 

men are highly motivated. We have some fairly seasoned squads, and all of them 

had seen combat before our recent engagement with the Dominion on the other
station. I was satisfied with their performance then , though I have noted several areas 

that require attention ."

S'tarok didn't even blink with his eyes , so , the Major continued .


"I expect nothing but your best effort, Marine. I do not care if you think you
have the right to let your skills slip now that you are an Officer and assigned to the 

fringe . Every marine is a rifleman and that is what you had best come to expect. 

You will lead men into battle should the Corps or the Federation wish it, and I will 

not allow an unmotivated or half trained Marine get the rest of his squad slaughtered."

He took a step forward , putting himself right into the Klingon's face .
Another move which had been drilled into him after many years in the
corps .

In an even tone he said , " I trust I make myself clear , Lieutenant ."


" Yes , Sir . " S'Tarok responded . 

~ What is he thinking , I'll be doing now when hi is standing before my face . I'm 

a Klingon and we all love to intimidate . By us is normal to see how far you can go 

with your inferior before they challenge their superior officer . Every single Klingon 

was promoted with a succesfull challenge of his superior officer .~

" I will do my best . But still you didn't got me a assignment . Which squadron 

is mine ?"

( reply T'Vanek )

" Thank you , Sir . I will start my duty at once . If you have a last advice 

for me just say it . "

( reply T'Vanek )


( reply T'Vanek , Any )

( Posted by Sasko )


Stardate:2406.03.06
(Starbase Geneva - Marine Staging Center - Major T'Vanek - 14.50)

" I will do my best. But still you didn't get me a assignment. Which
squadron is mine?"

T'Vanek took a breath, and took a single step back once again. "You will
be receiving the Badger Brigade, Marine Recon." he said evenly after a
moment. He tapped his badge, and said "Badger Brigade, muster at the
Marine staging Center."

Several beeps on his combadge acknowledged that his order had been
received.

"Thank you, Sir . I will start my duty at once . If you have a last
advice for me just say it."

"I will undoubtedly have more words on your progress once I see how you
function, Lieutenant."

He turned to the side, and waited patiently while the men of the Badger
Brigade, the Company's scouting unit, mustered to attention before them.
Once all eleven (S'Tarok made the 12th) had arrived, they bellowed as
one. "BADGER BRIGADE, SIRS!"

The Vulcan looked aside at the Klingon for a moment, then back at the
Recon squad. "Men, your current commanding officer has been transferred
to Earth for a training assignment as Paris Island. Your new commanding
officer is 3rd Lt S'Tarok."

"OOAH SIR!"

He turned back to the Klingon, "Get to know them Lieutenant, commence
training and/or wargames if you like. You go on the full duty roster
tomorrow morning at 0800 hours."

(reply S'Tarok if desired)

He nodded, then turned on his heel and exited the Staging Center.

(reply S'Tarok)
(posted by Trout)

Stardate:2406.03.06
(Starbase Geneva - MCO's Office - 3rd lieutenant S'Tarok - 14.51)


T'Vanek took a breath, and took a single step back once again. 

"You will be receiving the Badger Brigade, Marine Recon." he said evenly after a
moment. He tapped his badge, and said 

"Badger Brigade, muster at the Marine staging Center."

Several beeps on his combadge acknowledged that his order had been received.

"Thank you, Sir . I will start my duty at once . If you have a last advice for me just say it."

"I will undoubtedly have more words on your progress once I see how you function, Lieutenant." T'Vanek responded .

He turned to the side, and waited patiently while the men of the Badger Brigade, the Company's scouting unit, mustered to attention before them. 

Once all eleven had arrived, they bellowed as one. 

"BADGER BRIGADE, SIRS!"

The Vulcan looked aside at the Klingon for a moment, then back at the Recon squad. 

"Men, your current commanding officer has been transferred to Earth for a training assignment as Paris Island. Your new commanding officer is 3rd Lt S'Tarok."

"OOAH SIR!"

He turned back to the Klingon and said : "Get to know them Lieutenant, commence training and/or wargames if you like. You go on the full duty roster tomorrow morning at 0800 hours."

" Yes , Sir . Thank you , Sir ."

He nodded, then turned on his heel and exited the Staging Center.

(Starbase Geneva - Marine staging Center - 3rd lieutenant S'Tarok - 15.03)


S'Tarok was there with eleven men from the Badger Brigade . He looked at 

them . Eight of them were humans , one Deltan , one Tellarate and one Klingon

He said : " My name is S'Tarok and I'm your new commanding officer .

I would like you to introduce your self ."

Then the first one steped out and said :

" Sir , I'm corporal Davidson and I'm your No.1 of this squad "

S'Tarok nodded .

The next one was a young human Private 1st Class . He said, " Sir ,

my name is Chavez , a rifleman ."

Then next : " Kovalov , Private 1st Class , Rifleman , Sir ."

" My name is Smith , Private 2nd Class , Rifleman , Sir ."

" I'm Private 3rd Class &#150; Anderson , also an Rifleman , Sir . "

" The last rifleman Lewis , Sir . I'm the Private 3rd Class ."

S'Tarok nodded and looked at the next one .

" Sir , I'm Kalgos and your spotter ." 

He was a Klingon and Private 2nd Class .

" My name is Ivanov and I'm a sapper and a Lance Corporal ."

" I'm also a sapper and my name is Solske and I'm Private 3rd Class "

He was a Tellarate .

" I'm your Sniper . My name is Maaldey . I'm a Deltan and my rank is Corporal ."

The last one steped out and said .

" My name is Ngomo , I'm your Communications Specialist with a rank of a 

Lance Corporal , Sir . "

S'Tarok was very impressed with them . But he didn't want to show them how much .

He said : " OK , as you have heard we go on the full duty roster tomorrow 

morning at 0800 hours . Untill then you are dismissed , but I want to see you all one hour before . So , tomorrow morning at 0700 hours we will meet again here . "

After a second he said : " Dismissed ."

Everybody left and at the end he left too .
 

( Respond Any )

( Posted Sasko )