Total Posts = 26 ===================================================================== Compile Post Summary ===================================================================== Day 5 (USS Hades - Deck 5/Upper Primary Computer Core - Ambassadorial Aide Raizel Grem - 0223) (USS Hades - Deck 3, Personnel Quarters - ACSO Ensign McKenzie - 0800) (USS Hades - Deck 10, Corridor - Crewman Denise Lebranski- 0905) (USS Hades - Deck 2, Admin Centre - Crewman Denise Lebranski- 0915) (USS Hades - Deck 1, Observation Lounge - ASCO Ensign Kenneth McKenzie - 0947) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – Lieutenant Ardena Carrow – 0958.5) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge - CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere – 0959.9) (USS Hades - Deck 1, Observation Lounge – CCOUNS Ensign Nayati – 1000) (USS Hades - Deck 1, Observation Lounge - A/COPS Lt Tom Jackson - 1001) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1004) (USS Hades - Deck 1, Observation Lounge – COPS Lt. Maraht - 1006) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar - 1007) (USS Hades - Deck 1, Observation Lounge - A/COPS Lt Tom Jackson - 1008) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1008.5) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar - 1016) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – Lieutenant Ardena Carrow – 1018.5) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1019.5) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – Ambassador Brianna Frazier – 1024) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – Lieutenant Ardena Carrow – 1026) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – ACSO Ensign Shayhiloosh – 1027) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati – 1028) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere – 1029) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1030) (USS Hades - Deck 1, Observation Lounge - CCOUNS Ensign Nayati - 1031) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Ready Room – Commander Lemar & Ensign Travis – 1035) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – CEO Norman Harper – 1037) (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – Doctor Leticia Ru’nat – 1038) (USS Hades - Deck 1, Observation Lounge - CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 1039) (USS Hades - Deck 1, Corridor – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati - 1039.5) (USS Hades – Deck 1, Corridor – ACEO Ensign Dana Travis – 1045) (USS Hades - Deck 1, Sickbay - CO Captain Devan Sash - 1100) ===================================================================== Begin Compile ===================================================================== Mission: Tribuo Senatus, Day 5 Stardate: 2408.01.03 ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 5/Upper Primary Computer Core - Ambassadorial Aide Raizel Grem - 0223) The lights flickered as power came on, and then fell away again. She knew that once the power came on she'd have little time to do what needed to be done. She only hoped that she could get out of this damned room in one piece. Replacing the wall panel she wiped the sweat out of her eyes. The cut at her scalp line stung as sweat rolled across it again. Raizel dabbed at it gingerly, looking at the traces of blood on her finger tips. The wound was fairly superficial, but like all head injuries it bled like nothing else. Of course, that was hours ago. It took some work to keep the injury looking fresh. The lights flickered again, and this time they stayed on. Raizel blinked to adjust her vision. She looked around to see that there had been little trace of her even being there. She hadn't expected to be trapped in here so long. The explosion must have caused more damage than she had imagined. She wondered how bad it was. The must in the air soon cleared out as the environmental controls come on, and fresh air began to flow into the room. Raizel tried the door several times to find that it still did not open. Listening at the entrance she figured that the door must have been blocked, since there was lots of shuffling of heaving debris just outside. As she waited her stomach growled a bit. She wondered how long she'd been trapped in there. It must have been at least six hours. There would, most assuredly be an investigation as to the cause of the explosion, and a meeting once more was known. She had to be prepared. The doors slid open, about half way and a head poked in. "Hello!?" a voice said in surprise. "Well, hello yourself," Raizel replied, not quite so friendly. "We didn't realize that there was anybody in here," the officer stated. Then he looked more concerned, "Are you all right?" "I'll survive," Raizel said tersely. "We have a doctor in the emergency Sickbay," the engineer told her, "I think I should take you along." "No, no," Raizel tried to argue, "I'll be fine." "Miss Grem, you appear to be injured," he stood his ground, "I insist we accompany you to sickbay." Raizel sighed. She should have expected this. In fact she had anticipated it. She just wished that people would mind their own damned business. But then again, if that would happen then she would be superfluous. "Very well," she finally gave up, "lead away." (posted by Al Muir) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 3, Personnel Quarters - ACSO Ensign McKenzie - 0800) Ensign McKenzie awoke to the computers alarm. He yawed and stretched. He had a surprisingly good sleep for the horror of a night he had. He got up and walked over to the sonic shower. After he cleaned himself, he dressed himself and walked over to the replicators. "Computer; Play something from Human composer, Vivaldi;" The computer bleeped in acknowledgment and played 'Spring.' Kenny typed a few keys into the replicator. "Corn Cereal in Earth cows' milk." A bowl of the specified food appeared in the replicator. Kenny took it and put it on his table, then walked back to the replicator. "Coffee, Columbian, black.” The computer bleeped and Kenny took the cup and coffee from the panel and placed it beside his bowl. He sat down and tasted the coffee. It was OK. Back on his farm in Scotland, he and his dad were able to create an alternate atmosphere house to harbour plants that could not be grown in the cold, wet climate of Scotland. Such as coffee. Pure Columbian. The best coffee he tasted. This replicated stuff was not the same. It didn't have the same... bite. But it was good anyway. After he finished his breakfast, Vivaldi's music had ended and Kenny got up. "Computer; Time?" *The current time is 08:23 hours.* It was too early to make his way to the briefing rooms, so Kenny thought he would just relax and read the specs of the Hades to get to know them better. (Posted by Gavin Work) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 10, Corridor - Crewman Denise Lebranski- 0905) Jason replied, =/\= No no, just yourself and your brain. =/\= There was a pause =/\= I know the Captain is out of action, but his work still needs to be done, and you are more of an expert at that than I am. =/\= "What do you think I've been doing? Sitting in sickbay picking my nose?" She asked somewhat crossly. She'd done all her usual paperwork. It was hardly HER fault that the department heads hadn't started getting THEIR's in until recently. Everything that she could do in her bombed out mess of an office she'd done in Sickbay. It wasn't like she'd been sleeping. Before Jason could reply, "Let me guess, nothing got uploaded to you." (Reply Miller) She sighed, "I'm on my way." Was all she offered, she wasn't going to get herself worked up to the point where she wanted to brain her closest ally with a chair as soon as she walked into the office. Geez, it was only 0905! It wasn't like she started her shift *early* every day since she got here and worked every shift late. Didn't she get any grace? Apparently not! The problem with making yourself irreplaceable was you never got a day off! (Posted by Lorna) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 2, Admin Centre - Crewman Denise Lebranski- 0915) If Jason bitched about the length of time it took her to arrive, he was going to swallow the terminal and backups she was hauling. Oh, sure, she could have a terminal and monitor, but she couldn't have an anti-grav dolly to haul them with. Stupid quartermaster core. She thumped them pile down on the nearer of the desks and watched the collection of chips scatter off. "All my reports, your reports, departmental reports and logs. Do you want to synch the databases or prep the conference hall for the meeting?" Ideally, she wanted to be in charge of the admin HQ to get it fixed and setup once more to HER liking. Men, no matter how good they were with paperwork, knew NOTHING about work space. Or living space, for that matter, but she had no intentions of LIVING with Jason Miller. Or any other man, for that matter. (Posted by Lorna) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 1, Observation Lounge - ASCO Ensign Kenneth McKenzie - 0947) Kenny walked into the Observation lounge. The other officers had already assembled and Kenny walked over to the view screen to look out. He was feeling better now after a good sleep and breakfast. As Commander Lemar entered, Kenny took a seat and listened to the words of the Commander. (Posted by Gavin Work) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – Lieutenant Ardena Carrow – 0958.5) She managed to get in the door as she finished putting her hair in the ponytail. She'd finally gotten to her quarters at 0330 and fallen asleep shortly thereafter. She'd been rather unimpressed when her alarm went off at 0630 and she got her list of requests, meetings and duties for the day. She'd hit the ground running. (Posted by Lorna) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge - CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere – 0959.9) With hardly more than a glance, she moved her chair to the table, trying to get close to it, out of sheer comfort and just to be a few inches closer to Jon. She felt his hand move, and with all the instinct she had in her, she moved her hand to his, gently stroking the back of his hand with her pinky, then she let her hand fall in his. It felt so nice to have more than just a Doctor-Patient contact. She felt like a real human being for once, not a clinical shell...the only thing she felt that separated her from an EMH was a heart beat, and she felt that weight on her shoulders on a constant basis. She wished she could figure out what was going through his mind. One thing she was always jealous of was those who could "read" minds or know what was going on with people with a simple glance. She knew that Jon could read auoras, and she directed her thoughts to show her appreciation for him, as a person, as a colleauge, and as more than just a friend. She remembered pulling this trick with Riven Mias, the Mystiques' Counselor, a true friend to her on her first post as CMO. She remembered sitting at similar meetings such as this, and she would think loudly, making her own voice clear in her head something she wanted to say to him, and he and every Betazoid could pick up on it. It was that "bond" that helped to save her and another crewmans' life when they had been taken captive. At that point, she would do it, just to let him know she was thinking about him. While Jon couldn't "hear" what she was thinking, she knew he could see it in her auora, so she projected warm fuzzy feelings to him just for him to know she was thinking about him and truly appreciated him with all her heart. ~Oh wow...I think I might have a crush on this man...~ (Posted by Kari) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 1, Observation Lounge – CCOUNS Ensign Nayati – 1000) "Thanks for the roses," Angeni had whispered softly in Jon's ear as she sat down so delightfully close to him. Her body emanated a lush, warm femininity that Jon found extremely stimulating. Even as he turned to speak to Dr. Windsong, Jon's true sighted vision beheld her incredible and impassioned aura. Trying to look nonplussed, Jon turned and said something polite and innately mundane to Dr. Windsong in return. But, in point of fact, Jon did not realized what he uttered to her at all. ~What an utterly and delectable vision you are, Angeni,~ thought Jon as he studied the lovely CMO glowing brightly beside him. ~How utterly charming she is, Great Spirit.~ It was endearing, in an odd sort of way, that Angeni seemed to chose wearing a lab coat in most of the social situations. The only exception had been those wonderful few hours they had shared in her Native American holosuite program. It seemed so long ago. ~Was Dr. Windsong's wardrobe choice some kind of body armor?~ Jon wondered. ~Was a lab coat Dr. Angeni's way of protecting herself, her vulnerable inner feelings, from people and the world that she viewed as threatening and rejecting? Was CMO Windsong's lab coat a way of asserting her personal authority over the same people and world that had hurt a young Angeni Trommashere in the past? What would the ancient Earth mind healer Sigmund Freud have to say about Dr. Windsong's paradoxically wardrobe choice?~ ~But Old Sigmund had also said "Sometimes a dream is just a dream, and sometimes a cigar is just a good smoke." Nor did Old Sigmund have such a beautiful and amorously glowing table mate as Dr. Windsong.~ Jon reminded himself in the blink of an instant. Having dismissed a largely discredited mind healer whose psychological thoughts had been dead for over seven centuries, Jon allowed his right hand to drop nonchalantly beneath the table. Hopefully his initial overture would be reciprocated by his charming table companion. Immediately Dr. Angeni did reciprocate Jon's simple gesture of affectation. First Dr. Angeni gave Jon's strong hand a single and gentle pinky caress, followed quickly by trustingly placing her skilled, capable healer's hand in his. Jon found Dr. Windsong's capable touch and willing trust quite thrilling. Taking her hand softly in his, Jon squeezed it ever so gently. With his peripheral vision Jon saw Dr. Windsong's aura both heighten in relaxation and passion. However as Jon squeezed Angeni's hand, he also got a brief, microsecond glimpse of a chi-imbalance in her aura as well. For a moment Jon was in a silence panic. ~I'm much, much stronger than a terrestrial human. Perhaps I have squeezed Windsong's healing hand far too tightly? Perhaps I have inadvertently hurt or crippled her without even realizing it? To maim a healer's hand at home is a serious offense, punishable by death.~ But Jon didn't have to focus to on that chi-imbalance, as Dr. Windsong's aura of intimate feelings friendship and appreciation totally flooded his true sight with genuine warm and true caring. ~Obviously I haven't squeezed too hard or done anything, to my knowledge to hurt her physically,~ Jon concluded in silent relief. ~But there is indeed something definite wrong in Dr. Windsong's physical life force. Great Spirit help me discern what's going on with her now, as I genuinely care for her.~ Cmdr Lemar called the meeting to order and began to ask for reports from each of the departments. Jon turned his attention to these with effort. Eventually he dismissed them all but asked Dr., Trommashere and himself to remain behind. As Jon was making a mental note to inquire about how to broach what he'd seen in her aura with her, FO Lamar called her speak. "Dr. Trommashere how is Captain Sash doing," Jonas Lemar said. (Posted by Jim McCrary) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 1, Observation Lounge - A/COPS Lt Tom Jackson - 1001) Tom was glad he had gotten something hot and strong to drink - he was pooped! Being an Engineer was whipping him into good shape - never ever had he crawled thru so many Jeffrey's tubes and bulkheads. He ached all over. He intended to commend Jason Miller and Lt Carrow - both had worked real hard. A JAG officer was attending the meeting. For the life of him, Tom couldn't' figure why they needed a lawyer. Cmdr Lemar finished up the briefing by reminding them that they'd be in the Romulan home system withing two days and they needed to be ready. (posted by: Bill West) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1004) As Lieutenant Ammon gave her brief on the warbird, Jonas was surprised to hear it was not the standard Valdore-Class he had heard about in the past. Apparently there was a new variant that was no doubt more powerful and more heavily armed than its predecessor. It was actually quite a bit larger than the Hades, and Jonas was quite surprised to hear this. He had always thought of the Prometheus-Class as quite a large vessel, but then, the Romulans always liked to out-do the Federation on the size of their ships – most probably to intimidate more than anything else. The large crew compliment was of concern to him, but he was pleased that Ammon was confident that with their tri-vector assault mode, it was likely they could survive a battle with such a ship. She highlighted some of the weaknesses, no doubt something she would go over again with her department when they finished this briefing. “Good work Lieutenant, although I don’t relish the idea of doing battle with a ship like this. Even if we could win, I’m sure we’d take substantial damage before doing so.” Everyone knew that Jonas wasn’t a fan of battle, even in the best of situations. Jonas had sworn an oath when he had signed up for Starfleet, and no matter what position he ever rose to, he would always be led by his medical ethics. “I also suspect that the Donatra has some secrets. I find it strange that our scanners picked up no sign of a cloaked ship and that we were unaware of it's presence until it had de-cloaked. If it does have advanced cloaking abilities it stands to reason it probably isn't the only one. For all we know we could be surrounded by other Romulan ships and are none the wiser.” Lieutenant Ammon concluded her brief and holographic display disappeared. “I’d rather not entertain that prospect Lieutenant.” Jonas smiled and turned to the engineering and operations representatives. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 1, Observation Lounge – COPS Lt. Maraht - 1006) "Lieutenant Maraht, can you give us the latest on the damage reports?" asked Cmdr Lemar. "Yes Sir," said Maraht. He shifted to turn as much of himself as he could in the small amount of space that he had in order to face his vox speaker grill in Cmdr Lemar's direction. Pressing on the PADD laying on the table in front of him with his main phalange, he scrolled down his list. "We have replaced all the faulty chips and a few power bus casings. We have worked to clear out shorts all over the affected decks, notably Decks 5 and 6. Main power has now been restored, thanks to the many repair teams that have worked hard to do so. The dangerous electrical arcs from some live cables that were down on Deck 5 corridors near the blast area have been repaired as well." Maraht went on. "With power to the lifts restored, I have been checking on things myself and working with the crews to help speed repair time. Some debris has yet to be cleared from the decks. Replacement of some of the outer bulkheads may have to wait until we can get to a spacedock or a starbase. I am unsure that we should do that type of repair in Romulan space. They may see it as a weakness and seek to exploit it, Sir." (Reply Jonas Lemar IYW, Any) Maraht gestured his main phalange tip in the direction of the Engineering staff present. "If Engineering needs help I will be glad to assist, although I am not an Engineer. I would help if that department needs my particular abilities." Maraht's main phalange tip swiveled about questioningly from the Engineering staff present and back to Cmdr Lemar and then back down to his PADD. (Posted by Sheila Mayer) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar - 1007) Jonas looked over at the Horta OPS officer, expecting him to take the lead on his query about repairs. Not disappointing, Maraht told the group how the repairs had begun to take shape over deck 5 and 6. Apparently, power had been restored to much of decks 5 and 6, which was welcome news to Jonas, and the area had been made relatively safe again. “With power to the lifts restored,” Maraht continued, “I have been checking on things myself and working with the crews to help speed repair time. Some debris has yet to be cleared from the decks. Replacement of some of the outer bulkheads may have to wait until we can get to a spacedock or a starbase. I am unsure that we should do that type of repair in Romulan space. They may see it as a weakness and seek to exploit it, Sir.” Jonas just nodded and stroked his chin lightly as he thought about what he was being told. He was no engineer, but then neither was Maraht. There was a chance the Horta was simply being over precautious, and although Jonas respected that, it was his job to be the over precautious one, not Maraht. His gaze shifted slightly to Ensign Travis and Ensign Kusto, “Ensigns, do you agree with that assessment?” (reply: Kusto IYW) First allowing Ensign Kusto to make his comments, Travis chimed in by saying, “My assessment agrees with Lieutenant Maraht. My teams, along with Lieutenant Jackson, cleared the debris earlier this morning, and although we have managed to recalibrate the SIF frequencies in that section, we shouldn’t attempt to make a repair to the exterior bulkheads outside of drydock, especially not at warp speeds.” “Not really what I wanted to hear Ensign” Jonas replied with a frown. He didn’t like the idea of having to spend the rest of the trip with a hole in their side. “What about when we arrive at Romulus? Could we effect some kind of repairs then?” He knew this too was not an ideal solution, but it was the first chance they would likely have to drop out of warp without drawing too much attention to themselves. “Nothing that’ll hold worth a damn,” said Travis bleakly. “What do you think Kusto?” she asked, turning briefly to the Bajoran officer sat beside her. (reply: Kusto) Maraht swivelled in his position a little, turning to the engineering officers near to him. “If Engineering needs help I will be glad to assist, although I am not an Engineer. I would help if that department needs my particular abilities.” He swivelled back toward Jonas. With a nod of satisfaction, Jonas looked at the only person to have not said anything in this little group so far. “Tom, have you anything to add regarding repairs? I take it everything went smoothly removing the debris, what did you do with it?” (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 1, Observation Lounge - A/COPS Lt Tom Jackson - 1008) Tom Jackson listened as the departmental reports were given. For as badly damaged as they were, the HADES crew was making great progress. Maraht, like he, wasn't an engineer. He and some others had rescued Lt Trinin. He'd also helped Engineering stabilize structural integrity fields where possible. Some quite honestly required a space dock to fix in his opinion. Jonas then looked at Tom as he was the only one who had not added anything. Jonas asked Tom about what they did with the debris? "Sir, basically, what we kept what we needed for some repairs. The rest is in a cargo bay for now. I had thought to transport it into space but we had crossed the Neutral Zone and thought better" Jackson paused to allow for questions. (reply: Jonas, anyone present) Tom also added "I've some additional items I'll send you later Sir - more along the lines of awards for those that helped me". Jackson sat back and waited for any responses. (posted by: Bill West) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1008.5) As Jonas asked about Jackson’s involvement, he had answered, “Sir, basically, what we kept what we needed for some repairs. The rest is in a cargo bay for now. I had thought to transport it into space but we had crossed the Neutral Zone and thought better.” Jonas couldn’t resist laughing at the thought. “Littering in Romulan space, that’s a new one for you Mister Banowsky,” he said, smiling over at the JAG officer. “That’s only temporary sir,” commented Ensign Dana Travis, looking over at Jackson briefly, “The matter recycling systems are a little under strain, as you can imagine, so we’re just storing it there until we can break it down.” “Very well,” concluded Jonas. “Sounds like you all have things under control. Well done to both you and your teams.” Jonas looked at the four officers in turn as he spoke. “I've some additional items I'll send you later Sir - more along the lines of awards for those that helped me,” added Jackson. “All in good time Tom. Have your information sent to my office and I’ll consider it when this mission is over.” Jonas smiled, then looked over to the next item on his agenda – Security. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar - 1016) Jonas listened as the Security Chief detailed what he deemed to be evidence of sabotage to the ships systems. The idea did not sit well with Jonas, but deep down he had known it would be a very real possibility. He hated the fact he had to deal with this now, any other time but now. “No member of the Ambassadorial staff will be permitted out of their personal cabins without a security escort. If any member of the ambassadorial staff should 'forget' their commbadges, they will be restricted to their quarters and the official locations to perform their tasks for the duration of their time aboard ship. We cannot afford another incident, especially now that we are in Romulan space.” The security chief’s tone was very serious, and he looked at the ambassadorial team as he spoke. He wanted them to know that he intended to enforce his words. Looking back to Jonas he finished with, “That’s all I have sir.” “I have to object Commander,” started Brianna Frazier, obviously not entirely overjoyed at the thought of constant supervision. Jonas held up his hand to Frazier, who was silenced instantly. Jonas looked to Trinin and said, “They are wise precautions Lieutenant...” “...Commander!” interrupted Frazier again. Jonas gave direct looks to Ambassador Frazier and her staff, “This is for your own safety, and right now I make the rules on this ship. Is that understood?” Jonas very rarely used a harsh tone, but this was the first time he had anybody argue with him. Frazier said nothing further, but her expression showed she was not impressed. Jonas decided he could live with that. “Very well then,” said Jonas as Trinin raised the lights and cleared the display monitor. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – Lieutenant Ardena Carrow – 1018.5) Jonas looked briefly to a new Ensign, and smiled. “Lieutenant Carrow, I take it you have chance to get acquainted with your new ASCO?” She could only assume his transfer orders were sitting on her desk that was somewhere floating out in space. Or melted to the deck plating. She really hadn't had time to go into the remains of her office to see what it looked like, she could only assume engineering would recover what it could and recyc the rest. "I'm afraid I didn't even know I had a new assistant." She smiled to the ensign the Commander had looked to, "but don't worry, I can already think of half a dozen things I can put you to work at." She teased. (Reply McKenzie, any) “Lieutenant Carrow, how are your labs holding up? Can we still see as far as we need to see?” asked Jonas, referring to the sensor and astrometrics equipment. "Mmm. Well, my first task for my new assistant is going to be in organizing the repair of astrometrics. Everything else we can jury-rig or make-do. Standard sensors are working fine and we're getting our usual data input. We've a backlog still from before Astrometrics had its slight structural problems, so everyone who isn't rebuilding is sorting, translating and figuring out." (Reply any, IYW) "I'm eagerly waiting for our first scans of the twin system. The data on the relevant orbits and environs has been sketchy at best." She tilted her head to one side, a look of obviously put-on puzzled innocence, "Apparently Federation vessels previously visiting Romulus had bigger problems than gathering detailed scientific data?" (Posted by Lorna) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1019.5) Jonas was a little disappointed that Lieutenant Carrow hadn’t received his message about the new ACSO that he had sent to her last night. She had claimed something about it being in her office during the accident, and Jonas decided to keep his thoughts to himself about that and speak with her at a later date. The important thing was that they were now officially introduced and according to Carrow she had a pile of work she could set the new assistant to doing. After he asked about the condition of the sensor suites, Carrow told the group that things were a little disorganised at the moment. “...Standard sensors are working fine and we're getting our usual data input. We've a backlog still from before Astrometrics had its slight structural problems, so everyone who isn't rebuilding is sorting, translating and figuring out.” “That’s good to hear,” started Jonas. He had already been giving himself a headache about all those Starfleet researchers and scientists who were relying on the data they gathered during this mission to keep them going for another decade or so. Thankfully, it sounded like they weren’t about to start disappointing anyone. “I’m sure that now we’re inside Romulan space, everything is a mystery and awe. No doubt Starfleet Intelligence will want to get their hands on the data too.” Carrow responded with “I'm eagerly waiting for our first scans of the twin system. The data on the relevant orbits and environs has been sketchy at best.” She tilted her head to one side, a look of obviously put-on puzzled innocence, “Apparently Federation vessels previously visiting Romulus had bigger problems than gathering detailed scientific data?” Jonas grinned at the Lieutenant. Even in the face of such adversity, she was still able to make a joke. It was one of things he was growing to like about her, and was sure she would settle in just fine when all this was over. “Well, lets hope we don’t have any more of those problems eh?” With a smile, Jonas looked over to the Ambassador, a picture of loveliness. She seemed as though she were eagerly waiting her turn to contribute, and Jonas felt there was no time like the present. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – Ambassador Brianna Frazier – 1024) So far Bree had managed to remain fairly positive about their current predicament. She had spent much of the evening trying to control her Betazoid half, that wanted to lash out with the emotion she was feeling. She was deeply upset, and it took all she could muster to put up a front that she could show as both professional and friendly. Shortly after arriving at the meeting room, she had been joined by a new addition to their little team – one Will Banowsky. She knew he was a JAG officer, and she knew that he was to be keeping a close eye on the proceeding, but other than that she had yet to spend any time with the man. So, when the Captain asked for Banowsky’s take on the situation she listened with a keen interest. When he had finished, she saw a chance to make a few comments herself, so rather more formally than any of the others had done so far, she placed her hands firmly on the arms of the chair and slowly rose to her feet. “I would just like to say a few words.” Commander Lemar looked a little surprised, but he gave her a brief nod to allow her to continue. “As we are all too well aware, Jericho Nolan died in yesterday’s accident.” She paused, making sure she didn’t turn her comments into a sermon, similar to that a wake. It certainly wasn’t her intention. “He was a good man, and a very successful Ambassador, but I want you all to know that I am very confident that the outcome of this mission will be just as successful without him.” She paused for a moment, taking time to try and catch everyone’s eye. She wanted them to feel her sincerity. “I’m not as big a fan of the Romulans as Jericho was...” she laughed a little at the suggestion, “...no one was.” She said quietly. “But I think that will count in our favour. I’m more willing to understand a hidden agenda from these people, and my empathy can only serve as an advantage. We will still succeed here.” She finished with a smile and simple flick of her red curls. “That’s all I wanted to say.” Commander Lemar cleared his throat, a frown appearing on his face only briefly. “Thank you for that Ambassador. I don’t think any of us here doubt your abilities, but I’m sure we all appreciate your reassurances.” Looking around the many faces present, he felt they were just about finished with the main part of the briefing, so he began to stand and issue his dismissal. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – Lieutenant Ardena Carrow – 1026) Ardena was happy to get out of the chair and back to work. She understood the importance of meetings, but really, she'd rather not have to deal with them herself. Why had she thought taking those command courses would be a *good* idea? She caught her new Ensign's eye and gestured for him to join her by Shayhiloosh, "Have you two met yet?" She asked. (NRPG : If not, she'll do the formal introduction) "I suppose I'm your new boss. I answer to Ardena." She told McKenzie. She really wasn't one for the pomp and circumstance of Starfleet's military codes at the best of times. "Are you comfortable overseeing the repairs and reorganization of astrometrics?" It really was their top priority, but she wasn't getting four minutes to herself without people finding problems only *she* could supposedly fix. (Replies Shayhiloosh, McKenzie, any) "And you're still plugging away on the labs and botanicals?" She asked Shayhiloosh. She had full faith the being would let her know if/when s/he had a problem, but best to check in just in case. (Replies Shayhiloosh, McKenzie, any) After sorting things out amongst the three leaders of the science department, Ardena was more than happy to go find a terminal somewhere and try to figure out what other paperwork she'd lost beyond one set of transfer orders. (Posted by Lorna) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – ACSO Ensign Shayhiloosh – 1027) "Have you two met yet?" asked Lt. Carrow of both Shayhiloosh and the new science officer. Shayhiloosh looked at the human and blinked all three eyestalks at the two humanoids. "I do not believe we have met, Lt. Carrow, what with all the recent excitement." Shayhiloosh studied the new Science Ensign with undisguised delight. Kenneth McKennzie had eyes the color of spring leaves and hair the color of Earth's own sugar maples leaves in the fall season. (Reply Ardena Carrow, Any) S/he nodded all three eyebulbs and spoke in hir whispery voice through hir leaf bladders. "Clear waters and warm breezes to you Ensign Kenneth McKenzie. I hope we will work together very well here on the Hades." (Reply Kenneth McKenzie IYW, Any) "I suppose I'm your new boss. I answer to Ardena," the Science Chief told the new assistant. "Are you comfortable overseeing the repairs and reorganization of astrometrics?" (Reply Kenneth McKenzie, any) "And you're still plugging away on the labs and botanicals?" she asked Shayhiloosh. "Yes, in between working CSI with security to help determine the exact cause of the explosion. So far what I have found and reported to Baylon Trinin is what you have heard at this meeting. The Hydroponic Bay jungle and the Arboretum were relatively untouched by the explosion on Deck 5, but there are always maintenance duties to perform. We are still cataloging the plant life in the jungle." (Posted by Sheila Mayer) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati – 1028) When Comdr Lemar asked Jon and Dr. Trommashere to wait he nodded and sat back down. "I am happy to oblige you Sir." Jon listened with interest to the Doctor's report regarding Captain Sash, Lt. Baylon Trinin and Lt. Norman Harper and the ensuing conversation. The Commander turned to Jon and said, "How are things bearing up Counselor? Have you prepared any messages for the families of the deceased?" Without missing a beat, Jon answered, "I have already drafted up letters of regret and condolences for the families of Lt. Mary Graceland, the Telerite Crewman Terebek, Yeoman Tom Jones, Ensign Draymak and and PO3 George Smith. I have yet to draft up letters for the other three crew." (Reply Jonas Lemar, Any) "I have a security concern about sending any messages about missing personnel back to the Federation from Romulan space." (Reply Jonas Lemar, Any) "Well thank you for your time. Please keep me updated. And Angeni," paused Cmdr Lemar. "If you need my help, as a Doctor I mean, then just let me know, Ok?" ~Obviously the Forst Officer is trying to be supportive of Dr. Trommashere. he must see that she has been having a rough time with caring for Captain sash and everyone else.~ (Posted by Jim McCrary) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere – 1029) As people stood up and started to leave, Jonas knew he had not yet heard from any of the medical staff. It wasn’t that their input was any less valuable, but he wanted to speak with them more privately, incase what they had to say would demoralise the rest of the staff. So, before everyone filed out of the room he said, “Counsellor Nayati, Doctor Trommashere, would you stay a moment please?” Angeni froze in place, rather stunned. She looked at Jon, realizing they were standing rather close together. She was sure the silver disk was letting everyone in Sickbay know that she was going into a rapid, Sinus Tach. She tried to breathe slowly to slow her heart down. She walked over to Jonas, a smile on her face. She knew about him without knowing him. She knew that she was going to have to get the senior staff together for dinner or something...just to get to know everyone else beneith their titles. "What can I do for you, Commander?" “Doctor, how is Captain Sash doing?” She whipped her special red padd out of her pocket. It held up to date information about her patient. She scrolled through it, making sure that he hadn't expired during the meeting. "I'm going to be honest with you, Commander. While he's stable, he's not out of the woods completely. His brain scans show activity, but he's...well...he's not trying to fight against anything. He doesn't have any Vec or Etomidate, or anything like that on board." She moved to the table, typing a few things on the computer. A model of a human male body, age appropriate for the Captain appeared in the holo-space above the table. She gestured to the image, using it to illustrate her points. "When he came to us, he had a metal bar through and through his chest, completely disecting his ascending and decending aorta. I had to put in a chest tube to drain the blood, and use a bit of poly-vinyl to recreate the missing portions of his aorta." The image in correspondence with her voice would add or subtract images as she went, first a bar, then no bar, then the chest tubes...ect. "He has enough to keep him from rearing up in pain from the chest tubes, but nothing to keep him heavily sedated. I would've hoped by now he would be gnawing on the tube that I put in his throat, but he's not. Strong heart rate, pressure is good, perfusion is good, but I can't truly say he's going to pull out of this any time soon without some true neuro activity." “I’m glad to see you manage to nurse Lieutenant Trinin back to health. How about Lieutenant Harper and his leg? I assume his prosthetic leg will take a little more work?” "Lt. Trinin was an easy case. Severe hypothermia. He lost a finger, but it could've been a lot worse. I told him to take it easy for a few days, but he wasn't taken from duty. He seems to be doing okay without the pinky, so I'm in all hopes that he'll be right as rain able to perform per usual soon." Angeni rubbed her left arm for a moment, scrunching her nose a bit. She felt an odd twinge in her chest, so she took the opportunity to sit down for a moment just to relax a bit. "Lt. Harper will be a challenge. I am trying to control the pain, but because I'm not very familiar with the prostetic and just how...hardwired in it is, I've had a bit of trouble with it. I didn't want to go around just asking any engineer how to fix it due to HIPPA and all that Jazz, so if you have any imput what so ever, I'd be more than happy to take it." She knew that Lemar was a CMO at one time, and she truly valued his opinion any time he could give it to her, but she didn't want to take him away from the most important thing he was doing. She took another glance at the padd and sighed, but she knew that someone else was able to handle the problem, and almost instantaneously, the problem was fixed. She knew she had to take a break at some point. She mulled over things as Lemar spoke to Jon, but as they were done, she slowly stood up. “Well I thank you for your time. Please, keep my updated. And Angeni,” he paused for a moment, “If you need my help at all...as a doctor I mean, then just let me know, OK?” She held out her hand, taking his in hers. "Doctor..." She smiled gently at him, looking into his eyes, "I have your comm badge on speed dial. Don't think that I won't be using it." “Alright then. Dismissed.” Jonas said softly with a smile. After the two had left, he picked himself up and made his own way out, to the Ready Room. Angeni walked out of the lounge, and she grabbed Jon's hand, pulling him into a hug, whispering softly in his ear. "I am so very tired, Jon, and so very scared." She pulled him into the hallway, trying to move away from the throng of people moving about. She pulled her collar, showing him the edge of the disk she was wearing. "It's nothing major, just an accident really, but I'm scared that...what if I mess up?" (Posted by Kari) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Observation Lounge – FO Commander Jonas Lemar – 1030) Jonas listened to the reports from both Medical and from Counselling. He was pleased that both seemed to be under control as much as they were. The Counsellor ended his comments with, “I have a security concern about sending any messages about missing personnel back to the Federation from Romulan space.” In agreement Jonas nodded. He certainly understood the need for security, but they had secure ways of transmitting data – such as those used to communicate with Starfleet Command. “I’m sure if you speak with Lieutenant Maraht, he can arrange for appropriate encoding and security for a transmission back to Earth.” The secondary meeting soon drew to a close and the Doctor and Counsellor stepped outside the observation lounge. “Well that went quite well,” he started to assure himself, happy that each person had contributed almost evenly, and that everyone was now up to date on the happenings all across the ship. With that, he left the observation lounge and headed to the Ready Room, passing an embracing Doctor Trommashere and Counsellor Nayati as he did so. ~Now THAT I didn’t know~ he thought to himself, jumping to his own conclusions about the two. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 1, Observation Lounge - CCOUNS Ensign Nayati - 1031) When FO Lamar asked Dr. Trommashere to report on the physical condition of Captain Sash, Lt. Trinin and CEO Harper, she gave an excellent report on her high profile patients. She did this despite the fact that her voice, body language and aura showed Angeni was under a good deal of distress. ~Maybe I was right in my earlier conjecture on Angeni's predilection to wear a lab coat. Perhaps wearing a lab coat allows her to function in social situations where she is uncomfortable. It might also remind herself and other that she is a Doctor and as such deserves some much needed respect. Whatever her reasons for doing this, it has worked well under this current situation. Cmdr Lemar seems pleased with her performance and is quite supportive of her. "Keep me updated Doctor," said Cmdr Lamar. He added supportively to Angeni, "Feel free to call on me, if you need to.as a doctor ..then just let me know." ~Clearly Lemar suspects something is amiss with CMO but can't identify it. I am going to ask her about this as soon as Lemar dismisses us.~ After finishing up with Dr. Trommashere, FO Lamar questioned him briefly about whether he had written letters of condolence to the families of those killed in the explosion. After Jon reported his progress, Cmdr Lemar dismissed them. Dr. Trommashere departed quickly. As he had several questions to ask her, Jon followed. Outside the Observation Lounge well down the corridor, Jon never got a chance to ask Angeni anything. She seized his hand and pulled him into a fierce desperate hug. As they embraced Angeni whispered into Jon's ear, but they were not words he expected. "I am so very tired Jon and so very scared." Jon didn't need to see Angeni's aura now. Her voice was a terrified mixture of depression and fear. He didn't need to locate the source of the chi-imbalance he had detected earlier. ~It's her heart, great Spirit.~ Pulling Jon to one side, Angeni opened a portion of her uniform enough to show the sensor that was monitoring her heart. ~It's nothing major, just an accident mostly. But I am scared that.what if I mess up?" Jon pressed himself to Angeni with gentle strength and said, "I care for you deeply, Windsong. You must treat yourself with consideration and care. Please, you must inform Cmdr Lemar of your condition immediately. You must delegate actual surgical responsibilities to your most competent doctors. You can still serve the Hades in an advisory capacity, which would keep you from messing up when your hands might be in someone else's injured body." Jon hugged her lightly and gently brushed his lips against hers. (posted by jim McCrary) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Ready Room – Commander Lemar & Ensign Travis – 1035) “Thank you for stopping behind,” said Jonas as he moved inside the Ready Room and toward the Captain’s desk. “My pleasure, sir” came the reply from Travis, who had followed the commander inside was moving to a position beside the chair at the desk. “Please, have a seat.” He indicated to the seat beside the Engineer, seating himself in the comfortable chair picked out for the Captain. As Travis sat down she continued to smile, waiting patiently for Lemar to tell her why she had been called aside. “No doubt you are eager to get back to your duties, so I shall keep this brief.” Travis didn’t respond, but continued to keep the smile on her face. Inside she was fighting back the stabbing feelings of insecurity. She had done nothing wrong for the conversation to turn sour, so there was no valid reason for her to be concerned. Luckily for her she was an expert at ‘putting on a face’. “We’re both well aware of Chief Harper’s condition,” Jonas continued, toying with a PADD in his hands, passing it from one to another, “And with the late death of Ensign Thomas, we are finding ourselves in a bad situation for the department.” Jonas paused for a moment, seeing that Travis was about to make a comment. “It’s been better, sir.” Travis wanted to agree with the commander, but also didn’t want to talk the other engineers down – they were doing the best they could under the circumstances. “I’ve been doing what I can, with the help of Debbie Weston, but there are still a few gaps in the system.” ~Spoken like a true diplomat~ thought Jonas, placing the dataPADD on the table and sliding it away from himself to avoid the fiddling he had been doing with it. “Yes, well the fact remains that I need someone in charge down there, and it seems that I need to make that designation clear if it’s going to be effective.” Jonas could see the questions brewing in the Engineer’s eyes, but none of them made it as far as the mouth. So he continued with, “Do you think you’re up to that challenge, Ensign?” ~Me in charge?~ thought Travis as she listened to what the commander was saying. ~Well it’s not much different to what you’ve been doing already~ she argued with herself. ~If anything, this will make things easier~ Dana smiled finally after what she hoped hadn’t been too long a pause. “I will certainly do my best Commander.” With that, Jonas stood up and dusted down his jacket top a little. “In that case, I hereby give you a field-promotion to the position of Assistant Chief Engineer.” Dana Travis’s eyes widened, and as she heard the words she nearly jumped to her feet. The commander extended a hand of congratulation toward her, and she naturally accepted it and shook it three or four times. “Thank you sir,” was all she could think of to say. Retrieving his hand from the exchange and returning to a sitting position, Jonas said, “I will expect a report on your progress every 4 hours, and an end of day summary by 2200 tonight.” Jonas started to tap in some commands to his console, making the adjustments to the security access to show the changes he had just this second made. Looking up at Travis, he could see that she was still standing there, as if she were unsure of what to do next. “Go take care of my engine room Ensign. Dismissed.” (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – CEO Norman Harper – 1037) Norm had been weaving in and out of consciousness all day. His waking hours had been spent trying to figure out why he couldn't get the words in his head to connect with his mouth. Toni had once given him some drivel about traumatic events... He could niether remember what had been said, nor could he really remember the traumatic event in question. His unconscious hours had been plagued with sweat and uneasy dreams of his father. So far he had neither success in turning his grunts into coherant words, nor getting the pictures of his dad from his head. ~I want to remember how to speak!~ He howled in his mind's voice, ~Not remember YOU!~ He couldn't make out whether he wanted someone to keep him company at this point or not. There was a daunting disconnection he had with the outside world, that he wanted filled. But the fear that his inability to communicate making the gap even bigger kept him from attempting to attract attention. ~God, help me...~ (posted by Justine) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 10, Sickbay – Doctor Leticia Ru’nat – 1038) Leticia had been busying herself with changing the dressing on a few of the burn patients from the day before. “Keep still,” she had said in her ‘not-so-friendly’ tone, and ripped off the dressing with no thought for the patient’s feelings, and pressed down with a fresh dressing, applying pressure to the wound that was likely a little more than actually necessary. As she finished and sent the patient packing, ordering him to return in 12 hours, she was about to move on to the next waiting patient when a nurse approached her hurriedly. “Doctor Ru’nat,” the nurse had called, and Leticia looked up with practised annoyance at this latest interruption from her daily schedule. After no further comment came from the nurse Ru’nat said sharply, “Well, what is it? I have patients to see.” The nurse seemed a little put off by the aggressive tone of the doctor, and quickly glanced around to see if she should have disturbed a different one. Unfortunately for her, Doctor Ru’nat was the only one present right now, so she glanced back and reported on her findings. “It’s bio-bed six,” she indicated to the bed behind her. “We’re getting some elevated neurological readings from the patient. I-I’m not sure what to do.” ~Bio-bed 6? That’s the engineer, if I’m not mistaken~ Giving in and feeling that this might be more important than changing a few dressings, she said, “Alright, I’ll deal with it. Take over here for me will you?” She handed the nurse a small amount of gauss that she had been holding and passed her by on the way to the compartment that was bio-bed 6. Instantly picking up the chart at the end of the bio-bed, Leticia began to read quickly through the details so that she might be able to correctly diagnose what the challenge may be. But as she read on, she was perplexed by what she was reading. ~This isn’t my field...~ she began to think, wondering how long the CMO and ACMO would be. As she leaned over the chief to see if his eyes were open, she took out a small flash light from her top pocket, lifted his eyelid and shone the light to check pupil dilation. ~Responsive...~ she started but then stood up straight. She knew that this patient was a complex one, due to the nature of his injury, so she tapped her comm. badge and hoped that the CMO had finished with her meeting. “Doctor Ru’nat to Doctor Trommashere,” she started. She knew that the CMO preferred for them all to be on first name terms, but that wasn’t the way that Leticia liked to do things. “We need you in sickbay right away. Lieutenant Harper’s readings are spiking and I’m not certain what to do.” (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 1, Observation Lounge - CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 1039) Angeni began to voice an argument, but she caught the look in his eye and she stopped. There was no reason to argue with him; he knew what he was talking about...somewhat. "I'm just afraid that, with all this stress, I'll do something wrong." She held his hand tightly as she began walking down the corridor. " Captain Sash is doing as well as to be expected, but if I manage to have another heart episode, then who knows what'll happen..." The young doc was really thinking ~If I step down, no one will respect me...It'll be just like back in college, and even before.~ She buttoned her lab coat unconciously with one hand. She fiddled with the buttons, making sure each one was straight and in-line. A hand brushed away the imaginary dust and fuzz balls that she subconsiously saw marring the pristeen white of the coat. She brushed at her back, making sure the hem was where it was supposed to be; at the back of her knees. The lenght was what mattered above all else; a coat that just barely covered her bottom ment she was a lowly intern, someone who fetched coffee for those around her, stood at the back of Grand Rounds, and above all else, just dissapeared into the medical fold. One who's hemline reached the knees was one to be respected; they were the top of the medical food chain. When they spoke, all those around listened, interns came to her asking her what type of coffee she wanted; Latte or Regular? Venti or Grande? Caramel or Mocha? Her hand move up to meet the red embroidery on her left side, just above the pocket. Feeling the letters, she reminded herself what it said: 'Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere, MD.' Just below, ' Of Neurosurgery/Trauma Surgery'. She looked over at Jon, and she realized that, this fragile exterior was not what he wanted. The gentleman who had stollen her heart wanted her, the good side and bad. "Dr. Kildare is overseeing my case. Once this mission is over, I can do what I need, but the CMO just can't abandon her patients, no matter what. I will tell you though...I will take it easy; I won't go crazy anymore. I need to rely on the other doctors...maybe not be on call as much, except in extreme circumstances..." Even as she spoke, she felt some of the weight of responsibility lift off her shoulders; not much, but just enough that she felt like she could keep her head above water for the time being. Stealing a glance at Jon, her heart fluttered happily. She felt like she could be 'real' around him, her true self. With another gentle squeeze of his hand, she went to lean in and say something, but she heard a voice originating from her comm badge. =/\=“Doctor Ru’nat to Doctor Trommashere, We need you in sickbay right away. Lieutenant Harper’s readings are spiking and I’m not certain what to do.”=/\= Angeni stopped for a moment, searching the air around her as if the answer would come to her. She tapped her badge, her voice calm and steady. ~Time to play Doctor~ "Give him 50mg of Propophol, I'll be there in a moment..." She looked at Jon, an apologetic smile on her face. "Uhm...I was wondering...maybe would you like to get together for dinner...you know...if you want to." It was weird trying to switch back and forth. Without the fascade of being a medical professional, she just felt vulnerable. "Around...2030?" (Reply Jon) She smiled at him, giving him a long, slow kiss. As she stepped back, she smiled at him, brushing a lock of hair away from her face. With a gentle wave, she parted his company and she made her way to the Bay. (Posted by Kari) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 1, Corridor – CCOUNS Ensign Jon Nayati - 1039.5) "I'm just afraid that, with all this stress, I'll do something wrong." She held his hand tightly as she began walking down the corridor. "Captain Sash is doing as well as to be expected, but if I manage to have another heart episode, then who knows what'll happen." She buttoned her lab coat with one hand, fiddling with the buttons. Jon watched Angeni as she fussed with her lab coat nervously. The beautiful CMO's aura quickly shifted from attraction to noticeable anxiety. ~What I said to Dr. Windsong appears to be emotionally threatening to her. She's buttoning up her body armor. Why? To protect herself from what I said or to keep her internal anxiety locked up in her lab coat? Maybe it's a little of both.~ "Dr. Kildare is overseeing my case. Once this mission is over, I can do what I need, but the CMO just can't abandon her patients, no matter what. I will tell you though...I will take it easy; I won't go crazy anymore. I need to rely on the other doctors...maybe not be on call as much, except in extreme circumstances." ~Oh my there are those abandonment issues again,~ thought Jon. ~I had hoped that they were getting better, but they appear to resurfacing.~ "Advising the other doctors is not the same thing as abandoning your position as Chief Medical Officer," said Jon quietly. "You will still be contributing to the care of your patients." Having listened to Dr. Trommashere outline what she was planning to do regarding what he had said, Jon felt somewhat relieved. He was reassured that as she spoke her aura showed a lessening of anxiety. However he was disturbed that she did not acknowledge her need to report her heart condition to Cmdr Lemar. ~If she doesn't report it, then I may be forced into doing it for her. It is clearly a fitness for duty issue of a high magnitude. If I don't report it then I am not doing my job as a Counselor. If someone dies under her care, then I will be equally to blame.~ Stealing a glance at Jon, her aura brightened toward a relaxed and happier mode. Looking at her, Jon felt guilty and torn between his professional obligations and his growing affection for her. =/\="Doctor Ru'nat to Doctor Trommashere, We need you in sickbay right away. Lieutenant Harper's readings are spiking and I'm not certain what to do."=/\= "Give him 50mg of Propophol, I'll be there in a moment." She looked at Jon, an apologetic smile on her face. "Uhm...I was wondering...maybe would you like to get together for dinner...you know...if you want to. Around...2030?" Jon said, "It sounds delightful to me, providing I am not tied up with my duties to the Ambassadorial party and ship Security. I will contact you to let you know." She smiled at him, giving him a lingering kiss. It almost made him forget his next words, but he forced his mind to focus and speak. Jon said insistently, "Do what you need to do now. But we are both going to be legally responsible if some one dies under your care while you are in this condition. I want you to do your duty and tell Cmdr Lemar the truth about your diagnosis. I care for you a great deal. I don't want you to die either." As she stepped back, she smiled at him, brushing a lock of hair away from her face. With a gentle wave from her, Jon watched as she left to go to Sickbay. (Posted by Jim McCrary) ===================================================================== (USS Hades – Deck 1, Corridor – ACEO Ensign Dana Travis – 1045) Upon hearing the final words, Travis stalked out into the corridor in moments. As the door to the ready room closed behind her, she wondered what her first course of action should be. ~I guess I need to let everyone know who’s officially in charge now...~ and with that she made her way to the turbolift. With a tap at her comm. badge she said, “Travis to Weston.” ~I bet Debs won’t be expecting this...~ she thought, wondering what everyone else might think too. =^=Hey Dana, how’d the meeting go?=^= said the chirpy voice of the engineer. “The wha...” she started, caught a little off guard by the question. “...oh the meeting...oh, it was fine. Listen, you’ll never guess what the Commander has just gone and done...” As she stepped into the turbolift, the doors swooshed closed and the cab whisked Dana off to engineering. (posted by Dave) ===================================================================== (USS Hades - Deck 1, Sickbay - CO Captain Devan Sash - 1100) It felt nice to just float there. There was no pain, no anxiety, nothing at all really. He didn't find it disconcerting at all, the lack of sensation. It was nice to simply... exist. And knowing his existence was enough for Devan Sash. He had no responsibilities, no life or death decisions to make. It was amazing how many simple decisions had to be made in the running of a Starship, and even more amazing how the simplest of those decisions could cost so many people their lives. He should have known what was happening. He heard it coming, but he didn't react fast enough. Then he forgot what he was supposed to have reacted to and looked down at his body. He had no uniform to put, and no masks to wear. He could be himself, since there was nobody else to put up a front for. And for the first time in a long time, he relaxed, and even smiled. He had to admit, he missed his wife and children. "We're always with you love." His calm was shaken as he looked around for the source of the disembodied voice. Confusion rose in his mind. "What?" "We are always with you, here." He felt pressure on his chest and looked to see hand touching him. Sensation began to return to his body, as he could feel himself righted up. He felt pressure on the soles of his feet as if he had just stood up after a long, good sleep. Lynda had always joked that the better one slept the more their feet hurt when they stood up first thing in the morning. It had become an axiom in their house. Sash decided he must have had a long rest, since his feet ached badly. Looking at his body again he was dressed in work clothes. The change of clothing did not concern him. In fact, he had trouble remembering what he'd been wearing moments ago. But the pressure, the hand, was still on his chest. He reached up and took hold of that hand. Even after though it had been more than 40 years since he'd felt it, he recognized the touch. Who could forget the touch of their soul mate. His hand traced the hand to the arm, and up the arm to the body it belonged to. He smiled as he looked into the face of his true love. His long dead wife. "Lynda," he cried and pulled her into a strong embrace. He kissed her face and twirled her around in his strong arms. The sound of her laughing was music to his ears. "Where're the children?" "They can't be with us now," she said softly, "and I think you know why." He didn't, but at this moment he didn't want to take the time to figure out another one of his wife's riddles. She'd vexed him with those damned riddles enough when they were younger. He felt her hand grip his tightly and pull him. "Let's go for a walk," she said, with that wild mischief in her eyes. Devan knew that there was no fighting with that look, and went along. He looked around to see that they were on a beach, walking along as the tide was coming in. Waves would break across the barriers and then was up the shore and over their bare feet. It was cold, but it felt good. Lynda pulled free of his hand and began to run along the shore line, reaching down and throwing handfuls of water up at him. This was the game, catch me if you can. Lynda had always been a stronger runner than he was, and that was years ago. However, Sash now had 40 years of experience behind him, and he easily caught up to her. Wrapping his arms around Lynda's waist he dragged her down to the sand, and they rolled into the water. Their now wet clothes clung to their bodies, and Lynda was exactly as he remembered her. He couldn't remember loving her more than he did at this moment. Suddenly, a pain in his shoulder caused him to cry out and Lynda pulled him back to his feet. "Stop whining, you big baby," she said playfully. Sash seemed to recall something about his chest, and something causing that pain. Lynda usually treated him harder the worst he was hurt. Calling him a big baby brought that memory back to him. It was like the time he'd been shot by a neural disruptor during the war. His whole left side of his body had become useless and he made it to a safe house solely due to Lynda's bullying and cajoling. They walked together, further along the beach, in silence. He was just enjoying being with her. They would stop periodically and embrace, sharing long, passionate kisses. His body urged to share more, but each time his hands moved to a more strategic position she would pull away and move further down the beach. Finally she stopped. She faced him and took both of his hands in hers. She looked deep into his eyes, to his soul. They stood there for an eternity until Lynda finally spoke. "You know we can't stay here forever," she said. "I know," Devan replied sadly. He held her hands for a pregnant pause, waiting for as long as he could before speaking again. Lynda seemed content to wait him out. "I just hoped that we could stay together longer." Lynda chuckled, "The eternal dilemma for us." Sash saw the humor in her comment but could only muster a smile. "Indeed." "You're needed elsewhere right now," Lynda told him. Sash nodded silently, but still clung to her hands. "And you still have things to do before it's your time." Sash released one hand. He looked down to see his feet shod in his uniform boots. As his gaze lifted he could see that the rest of his uniform had suddenly appeared. "I know," was all he had to say. The scene changed and they were at the farm. The buildings were in flames, and Lynda's arms were covered in burns. A tear dropped from Devan Sash's eye. He wanted to stay so badly. This was where he belonged, but it was not where he needed to be. Their remaining hands slid apart until they were touching only finger tips. Lynda's face was half burned, and there was a plasma wound in her chest. "I love you Devan Sash, and I will through out death." Sash smiled as new tears joined the first. All he could do was say, "I know." He looked down to see a sizeable hole in his own chest as their fingers separated. Then Devan Sash's world went black. (posted by Al Muir) ===================================================================== End Compile =====================================================================