USS Spectre Compile - September 1st-30th 2013 by Alan Reading ===================================================================== Mission: Inimicus Invisa Day: 5 Stardate: 2414.10.05 (USS Spectre - Deck Thirteen - Pre-Charge Assembly - Science Officer Lt (JG) Kenneth McKenzie - 17:02) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – Dr. Michaella Kirien & 2nd Lt. Marine Corpsman Lhiannon Kindell - 21:38) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – CMO Noah/CPO Nurse Douwsy 21:42) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, Ten Forward - 1st Lieutenant Kenneth Smith 21:56) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CSO lt. jg. Kurt Palmer - 21:59) ===================================================================== Mission: Docked Day: 1 Stardate: 2414.10.08 (Earth - Hangar Ready Room - Civilian Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere – 14:22) (USS Spectre - Bridge, CONN – Pilot officer, 2nd LT Jennifer Smith - 14:36) (Earth - Corner of 11th Ave. and Genovase St. - Civilian Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere – 15:18) (Earth - 3867 Racine Dr. - Sgt. Drak Torghn – 15:22) (Earth - 2890 Fox Chase Dr. - Civilian Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 15:25) (Earth - 3867 Racine Dr. - Sgt. Drak Torghn - 15:26) (USS Spectre - Deck 2, Kurt's quarters - CSO Lt. Jg. Kurt Palmer - 16:00) (Starbase 19 – Observation Deck - CMO, Commander Andrew Williams - 16:30) (USS Spectre – Captain’s Ready Room - CMO, Commander Andrew Williams - 16:40) (Earth - Emergency Room - Civilian Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 16:40) (Starbase 19 – Observation Deck - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 16:41) (USS Spectre – Captain’s Ready Room – CMO, Cmdr Andrew Williams - 16:43) (USS Spectre – Captain’s Ready Room – CO, Captain T'Vhor - 16:45) (USS Spectre – Captain’s Ready Room – CMO, Cmdr Andrew Williams - 16:48) (USS Spectre – Captain’s Ready Room – CO, Captain T'Vhor - 16:50) (USS Spectre – Captain’s Ready Room – CMO, Cmdr Andrew Williams - 16:55) (USS Spectre - Deck 7, Holodeck 4 - CSO Lt. Jg. Kurt Palmer - 17:13) (USS Spectre - Deck 6, Holodeck 3 - ACEO, Ensign Jake Haltom - 17:30) (USS Spectre – Sickbay - CMO, Andrew Williams\Dr Noah - 17:30) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – CMO, Andrew Williams - 17:45) (Starbase 19 – Observation Deck – Dr Noah – 18:05) (USS Spectre - Quarters – ACMO, Dr. Michaella Kirien – 18:30) (Starbase 19 – Promenade – Jo Smith, Jennifer Smith, Scott Smith, Robert Smith - 18:40) (USS Spectre - Outside the Captain's Ready Room - ACMO, Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 19:25) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 19:26) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Dr. Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 19:27) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 19:29) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 19:31) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Personal Quarters - Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 19:45) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 20:10) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO, Williams - 20:13) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – Dr. Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 20:14) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO’s Office - CMO, Williams - 20:17) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO’s Office - ACMO, A.O. Windsong-Trommashere - 20:19) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO’s Office - CMO, Andrew Williams - 20:22) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - ACSO, Ensign (jg) Carmody – 21:12) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor – 21:14) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - ACSO, Ensign (jg) Carmody – 21:16) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor – 21:19) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room – ACSO, Ensign Carmody – 21:21) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room – CO, Captain T'Vhor – 21:45) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO, Andrew Williams – 21:50) ===================================================================== Mission: Docked Day: 2 Stardate: 2414.10.09 (USS Spectre – Hydroponics – CPO, Nurse Douwsy - 05:00) (USS Spectre - Deck 6 - Recreation - CSO Lt. Jg. Kurt Palmer - 07:30) (USS Spectre - Deck 2- Kurt's quarters - CSO Lt. Jg. Kurt Palmer - 07:45) (USS Spectre - Bridge, Science station - CSO Lt. Jg. Kurt Palmer - 08:58) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Bridge - ACSO, Ensign (jg) Stephen Carmody – 09:00) (USS Spectre - Bridge, Science station - CSO Lt. Jg. Kurt Palmer - 10:15) (USS Spectre - Deck 6 - Arboretum - CSO Lt. Jg. Kurt Palmer - 10:30) (USS Spectre - Deck 4 - CSO's Office - CSO Lt. Jg. Kurt Palmer - 11:28) ===================================================================== Mission: Inimicus Invisa Day: 5 Stardate: 2414.10.05 (USS Spectre - Deck Thirteen - Pre-Charge Assembly - Science Officer Lt (JG) Kenneth McKenzie - 17:02) "Gentlemen. What do you need help with?" asked Kenny as he entered the assembly chamber. Kerge slowly stood up, a typical serious Klingon look was on his face as if he was about to reply with a blunt comment, but bates interrupted him. "Detection possibilities regarding an off-phase, photonically orientated coded transmission device." "You mean you need me to find this transmission? What is going on?" he asked. "Specifically, we think that someone, in this case our saboteur, might be resorting to the modern equivalent of a Morse signal light" Bates handed Kenny a data pad, and as he read it, Bates explained future their plans. They needed to find this "beacon" and since it was out of phase, that would be a lot harder than normally looking for light. Kenny frowned and sighed. After a few seconds, he spoke. "Well, I'm no engineer, but I would say our first course of action would be to disable this particular weapon... no wait." Kenny said, stopping and looking at his pad again, before signing and looking up at Kerge, rolling his eyes. "I'm afraid it's not as simple as I first though. It looks as if this... 'beacon' is tied directly into the primary weapon systems. If we take one weapon offline, the 'beacon' could be automatically re-routed to another. To stop it right now, we'd have to take primary weapons offline until we can deactivate it." Kenny could feel the tension in the room. Clearly nobody wanted to leave the ship defenceless. Kerge nodded and contacted Commander Tsukawa, instructing the weapons to be taken offline, which the Commander was understandably reluctant. After the commutation was over, they all sighed. "Lets try and find the rest of this code and get the weapons online." (No reply needed.) (Posted by Gavin Work.) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – Dr. Michaella Kirien & 2nd Lt. Marine Corpsman Lhiannon Kindell - 21:38) Michaella listened as the others talked. She had been surprised when Kindell allowed herself to be scanned, to give a baseline for what would be a good symbiosis. "No, Trill do not reject the symbionts. We are not as barbaric as the medical conditions in early Earth history. Most Trill live full lives, and generally only reject due to an illness or a trauma." Kindell spoke, her spots looking dull against her skin due to her own exhaustion. Michaella completely understood that, she was running on fumes herself, even though her personal time with Riven had done quite a bit to help her revive Michaella jumped in on that point, "Could the phaser blasts have caused the rejection? After all, she had been blasted and then fell - the body scans show the broken ribs from her fall." Kindell bit her lower lip in a nervous habit. "The phaser blast -could- have caused it." Something occurred to her, "Do we know how many hosts the Joltrue symbiont has had? That could have some bearing on why the rejection is happening. Not to mention the pychological change." While Michaella was accessing the file the others continued to debate the wisdom of removing Joltrue from stasis. Kindell chimed in while Michaella cursed the computer mentally, not noticing that some of her intense frustration with this case was leaking to Mias. A gentle nudge from him caused her to shield better, looking up from the computer for a moment into his eyes as she shielded better, that smile on her lips again just for him. "The medical file says that Joltrue is the second host. Is that useful knowledge, Corpsman?" Kindell sighed, looking even more troubled, "Yes and no. Usually problems with symbionts are due to it being the first host or a very late host. For it to happen to someone who is only on their second host is incredibly rare, although issues with symbionts are extremely rare. As in less than a tenth of one percent rare." Michaella looked at both of the men, "I think that we've debated this long enough, we are running out of time for Joltrue, and if we need to move the symbiont to a new host we will need all the time we can get. Kindell, you know more about Trill physiology than anyone else here. Can you look through the lists of acceptable hosts and see who is most likely to be the best fit? I haven't had the chance to look yet." As Kindell bent to her task, Michaella looked towards both men and then told the nurse to deactivate the stasis chamber. (reply Noah, Mias) (posted by Mel :-) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – CMO Noah/CPO Nurse Douwsy 21:42) "I think that we've debated this long enough, we are running out of time for Joltrue, and if we need to move the symbiont to a new host we will need all the time we can get. Kindell, you know more about Trill physiology than anyone else here. Can you look through the lists of acceptable hosts and see who is most likely to be the best fit? I haven't had the chance to look yet." He looked at and then nodded. They were not going to get any answers with out waking Joltrue up. ~I really hope we don’t cause any more problems by doing this but we need to know~ He saw Douwsy looked at Kirien as she gave the order for the stasis field to be turned off. ~Here goes nothing~ He watched as Douwsy tapped the command into the stasis chamber and watched as it flashed away. He scanned the vital sign monitors as Joltrue’s vital signs appeared. ~Stable for the moment~ He was Jolture as she began to awaken. “Take it easy Commander Joltrue. You are just waking up. You are safe.” (Reply Jolture) (Reply Mias, Kindell, Kirien, Jolture, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, Ten Forward - 1st Lieutenant Kenneth Smith 21:56) Kenneth walked into ten forward and glanced around and gave a little smile. He was a bit early to meet the other marine lieutenants for a drink so he walked over to the bar to get him self a drink. As he reached the bar he was an ensign sitting by him self at the bar holding a glass in his hand. "Don't talk about stuff you can't have." "You just make yourself want it." Kenneth stepped beside the Ensign. “I am sure that sickbay may have something for you problem.” He gave a smile and help out his hand. “I am Kenneth Smith by the way.” (Reply Haltom) (Reply Haltom, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CSO lt. jg. Kurt Palmer - 21:59) Palmer and Donaghue thought out-loud as they looked at the rendering on the science console “A series of caverns do you think?” Donaghue replied "Looks like they could be tunnels." Kurt replied “It makes sense and fits in with our preliminary theory.” Kurt's colleague took a momentary coffee break“If what we found there is military in nature then they could be using the tunnels to move equipment around, underground storage or just for a hiding place. Without pinpoint scans these areas could be easily overlooked if you’re not actively targeting the facility.” "Precisely." Kurt said under his breath, eyes darting around the screen. “It makes me curious. Whether the Cardassian’s have found some Malon tech or are developing their own. It’s so damned poisonous though you think anyone in their right mind would refuse to have anything to do with it.” The science chief swiveled in his chair, taking a minute to recall his knowledge on the species. "But what military advantage would that give them." He paused "At the very least you think they would find a way to make it run... more cleanly. The Cardassians aren't typically too concerned for the well being of their people, but this just seems irresponsible. The radiation levels, that far underground have to be worse... Wouldn't you agree?" They took a second for the chief's blabber to sink in. (Reply, Donaghue) "Next issue... I'm not a cartography expert, but how would the Cardassians come in contact with the Malon in the first place" Kurt replied with the faintest concern in his voice. (Reply, Donaghue, any) ((Post by Cody)) ===================================================================== Mission: Docked Day: 1 Stardate: 2414.10.08 (Earth - Hangar Ready Room - Civilian Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere – 14:22) Angeni stood in front of the room wearing what looked to be a standard issue Police uniform, but her badge was a Star of Life and the patches on her shoulders read Medic Team XII, Doc's with Glocks. She had two extra rockers above her patches, one reading K9 Handler and the other reading Physician. She had her long hair pulled up and back in a tight braid, blue strips of leather woven between the plaits. "We are helping out Rosemont PD, Passavant County Sheriffs, the State Troopers, and the UFP Fugitive Task Force on a fugitive recovery." She took a few steps forward to a raised table in the middle of the room. Tapping a few keys, a holo-image appeared, hovering in mid air over the table. "We are going after Malor V'Klack..." Low murmurs went through the room and Angeni held up her hand to quiet them. "V'Klack has been on the run from the Federation for the past three years. He is wanted on Federation war crime charges to include using biological and chemical weapons against the inhabitants of Merceus Seven, which infected the crew of the USS Fenrir and caused the death of over a thousand people, to include seventeen crew members on board the Fenrir." She clicked another button and seventeen faces popped up in a grid formation. Her eyes lingered for a moment on the image of a smiling, blonde haired woman before she continued. "V'Klack has contacted members of the Sargosian Resistance located here and is said to be holding up in one of their safe houses. We will be splitting up into four teams; Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, and Delta. We will hit the safe houses simultaneously. I will be heading Alpha Team, Drak will be on Bravo, Richardson will head Charlie, and Sarlin, Delta. Once we leave this room, any communications about V'Klack will use his code name of Odin. We, as the medical sector, will obviously provide any and all medical care during operations, but we will also be providing perimeter coverage and K9 coverage. If no one has any questions, we can move out." Everyone stood up from their seats, but no one moved until Angeni had cleared the threshold of the room. In a very short time, she managed to garner the respect of the group. As she walked, she reached into her pocket, pulling out a small flash drive. She needed to upload the testing results and give her Holy Hazmaticus to her group of recruits. They would all be shipped across the Alpha Quadrant and beyond to work aboard ships and planet side to work as highly trained security officers. She knew some were even going to promote to the various, elite task forces in the UFP. She got into her car and put the flash drive in the USB port. She pressed a little blue button and a chime was heard. " To Comander Rakim Solondro. Commander, here are the test results for the students. They all passed with flying colors. Please see attached files for my personal recommendations." She pulled her pistol from her side and was making herself comfortable as she dictated her message. She nodded at Drak who got into the APC next to her. As she sent her message, she turned her head, looking at the two, hulking forms laying across the back seat of her vehicle. "You guys ready?" The wolves sat up and both began barking loudly and ferociously. Several people who were standing near her car jumped away quickly. She laughed quietly to herself and hushed her animals as she turned on the bright blue LED lights of her cruiser. The Hangar doors opened and she led the procession of vehicles to the rendezvous point. (Reply None) (Posted by Kari) (USS Spectre - Bridge, CONN – Pilot officer, 2nd LT Jennifer Smith - 14:36) "Helm, take us out of warp and slow to One quarter impulse", “Aye sir. Dropping out of warp and slow to one quarter impulse.” Jennifer’s fingers moved over the console reducing the warp speed and brining the impulse engines to stand by. She watched the indicators as the warp speed dropped to zero. She the activated the impulse engines as the Spectres impulse speed increased. “At one quarter impulse power Sir.” "Inform the crew that we will be at Starbase 19 for a few days only. Any that wish to do so may avail themselves of the recreational services the base as to offer for that duration, but they must be available for departure by 18:00hrs on the day of departure.", Jennifer looked at the view screen as starbase 19 came into view. She gave a small smile as she was looking forward to a few days leave after the stress of the mission. "Sir, Starbase 19 is signalling we are clear to dock at the upper pylon 4.” Jennifer scanned the starbase for the familiar icon of upper pylon 4 which she found blinking at her on her console. "Take us in Mr Smith. Reduce speed to One Eighth impulse once we clear the outer marker and proceed as requested. Hand off to station control once navigation has the beam" ”Aye sir reduce to one eights impulse power at the outer marker and then hands off to station.” She reduced speed again down to one eights impulse. “one eights impulse sir. Approaching the outer marker now.” Even though they were nearly home. Jennifer still kept a close eye on things it would not be good to make a mistake and bounce off the starbase or something. she felt the ship turn to port as the station took command. “Sir stations automatic approach systems has control. Impulse engines to stand by and maneuvering thrusters on standby by.” She watched as the station pulled them closer to upper pylon 4. her hands ready to activate the impulse engines just in case. “Sir we have been released from the station. Activating manoeuvring thrusters to nudge us in.” She gave a small push with the maneuvering thrusters to slide the ship into its correct position. She watched as the stations docking clamps reached out and held the ship to the station. The airlocks extended and made secure. “Sir all docking clamps are attached and the airlocks all show green across the board. The ship is now docked to the station. Permission to power down the impulse engines and maneuvering thrusters.” (Reply T’Vhor IYW) (Reply T'Vhor) (Posted by Robbie) (Earth - Corner of 11th Ave. and Genovase St. - Civilian Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere – 15:18) Angeni watched the live video feed of the inital phase of the operation. The houses on either side of their target locations were being evacuated under the guise that the Power Nacels that kept those houses running were sending signals to the power company that they were going to overload. Quickly and quietly, the houses were evacuated. The barely visible ear bud in her left ear crackled to life. "All teams are ready." Angeni nodded, speaking softly. "Alpha Team ready to go. Bravo team?" "Hija!" came her Klingon friends' reply. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly. "Quapla, my friend. Charlie Team?" "Ready, ma'am." "Affirmative. Delta team?" "Da,sudarynya!" came the thick, Russian accent of Sarlin. "Pasib." She looked around at her group and her ear piece crackled alive again. The strong, firm voice of the UFP's Task Force Commander, Commander Alexar Skoll, echoed in her ear. "We are releasing the Gleipnir and bringing Ragnarok to Odins' door." With that, the four teams located across the city began to move as one unit. Snipers took their posts on roofs as the teams moved silently through the back yards of the sleepy neighborhood houses. Angeni rested her hand on the shoulder of the man in front of her and she patted his shoulder softly, her two animals moving fluidly beside her. As they quietly surrounded the house, she heard the quiet murmurs in her ear of the various teams announcing they were in position. Alexar's voice once again murmured softly to her. "3..." Angeni gripped her Phaser Pistol tightly as she moved up close to the person in front of her. She tapped him on the shoulder again and the person who had practically crawled up her butt behind her did the same to her shoulder. "2..." The Cherokee woman could hear her pulse thrumming in her ears. Everyone around her seemed to stop breathing. Even with the heavy tactical gear, they were no louder than the gentle breeze that wafted through the tree branches above them. Even the wolves next to her stood perfectly motionless. "1..." Angeni let her eyelids fall together and she exhaled softly. "Move!" (Reply None) (Posted by Kari) (Earth - 3867 Racine Dr. - Sgt. Drak Torghn – 15:22) Drak watched as explosive charges were placed around the door frame. He knew the same thing was happening at the front door. The EOD man backed away from the door and hit the little red button on his sleeve. As he did so, a soft 'pop' was heard and the door fell away from the frame. As the door fell, another Task Force member tossed in a Stun Grenade. As the loud bang and bright flash went off, they stormed the house like an angry swarm of hornets. Drak went left, clearing the kitchen. He moved into the sparsely furnished living room, the barrel of his Photon Rifle sweeping from left to right. He glanced at the Sargosian propaganda pamphlets that littered the flat surfaces of the home as he moved from the living room to the stairs. As they approached the stairs, they all grouped up and half the team stayed to cover the first floor while the other half moved up the stairs. Drak entered the first room on his right and he was startled by the form of the slight man standing in the middle of the room. "Contact!" Drak raised his rifle, a little red dot appearing on the mans' chest, just above his heart. "Get on your knees, hand behind your head!" The man smiled and began to laugh as he went to his knees, dropping a small object on the floor as he went. (Reply None) (Posted by Kari) (Earth - 2890 Fox Chase Dr. - Civilian Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 15:25) Angeni stood just outside the door, both wolves in an alert down at her feet. The barrel of her pistol pointed to the ground, but she watched the door and would peer inside every few moments to get an idea of what was going on. She looked around, itching to do something. Her adrenalin was pumping hard, almost to the point of making her shake. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she held her position. A flash of movement caught her by surprise and she turned around to see a woman standing in the yard about thirty feet from her. "Contact!" She raised her pistol, her voice loud. "Put your hands on your head and kneel on the ground!" The woman looked at her and started moving towards her. Angeni held her ground. "Stop, or I will release my dogs! Put your hands on your head and get on the freaking ground!" The woman ignored her and she produced a shiny silver blade. The sun glinted off the flat surface and the blade suddenly looked like it was twenty feet long. "Drop the weapon or I will shoot you!" Angeni could barely get the word you out of her mouth before the woman threw the blade at her with lightning quick speed. The blade tore through her shirt, gouging out a three inch laceration on her right bicep. Angeni responded by shooting at the woman as she yelped out in pain. The bolt from her pistol landed in the woman's thigh and she went down to one knee. Angeni moved quickly over to the woman, pushing her down on the ground. "Get down and stay there!" Angeni handcuffed the woman and she held the woman face down in the dirt. "I have one suspect in custody!" Angeni spoke through gritted teeth. The pain in her arm was amazing; it was a conglomeration of burning, red hot pain that seemed to originate deep in the wound. She looked at the gash and it was bleeding profusely. Her entire arm began to throb and the pain became so intense it made her woozy. "Can...can someone get down here!?" She began to sweat profusely, her stomach twisting in knots. Her heart started galloping away in her chest and the color drained away from her face. She reached down, grabbing the woman by the arm and pulled her up to her knees. The woman grinned a toothy grin. "You will never stop the resistance..." With that, the woman began to convulse and foam at the mouth. Angeni let go of her as if she were radioactive and moved back a few feet. The woman's face began to turn purple from lack of oxygen and the whites of her eyes turned an evil shade of red. Blood oozed from her nose, mouth, and ears. With one final convulsion, the woman laid still. Angeni stared at the dead woman, her vision swimming. She turned towards the house and saw a swarm of men and women rushing towards her, yelling her name. Her knees gave way from under her and she slowly sank to the grass, the searing pain now feeling like an ice pick was being driven into her skull by a ten pound sledge. Quickly, the pain slipped away into nothingness and Angeni's world went black. (Reply None) (Posted by Kari) (Earth - 3867 Racine Dr. - Sgt. Drak Torghn - 15:26) Drak moved towards the man as he knelt down. A wave of nausea splashed over him, but he shook it off as he applied a pair of handcuffs to the man. As he holstered his weapon, he noticed his hands shaking, but he steeled himself against the sensation and continued on. "Malor V'Klack, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent..." As he recited his rights, the nausea washed over him again, causing him to stop and have to start over again. Malor laughed at the Klingon. "Not feeling well?" He purred. Drak fought back the urge to punch him in the back of the head as he finished the Miranda Rights. The slight man laughed as he was pulled to his feet by the now sick Klingon. "My death means nothing. Where I fall, another shall rise in my place. Do not forget this, Klingon..." Drak went to remind V'Klack about his right to remain silent when he stopped in his tracks. The elite members of Starfleet's Security forces were currently searching around four different houses in the city. Malor's goal, along with the Sargosians was to cripple Starfleet any way they could. The crippling of the Fenrir kept a Starfleet ship out of the Rysar Sector for almost twenty-three weeks. In that time, the Resistance gained a foothold in the sector and such a strong one that nothing smaller than a Galaxy class or Warship can enter the sector with the possibility of making it out the other side intact. What better way to cripple Starfleet than by eliminating their top security officials? Drak looked the man in the eyes and Malor slumped against Drak, then slipped to the floor, convulsing as he went. Malor slipped away quickly, his body jerking once or twice before going completely still. Drak stepped away, then he went down the steps, taking them two at a time. "Get out!" The others in the house immediately listened to the lumbering Klingon and they got out however they could. Drak pulled out his portable sterilizer and began running it over his clothes to get off any residual chemicals hanging out on his clothes. He pulled open his med kit, giving himself one of the Hypo Sprays in the kit. The medication would immediately boost his immune system, making it powerful enough to fight the invading toxins. He then followed it up with the antidote to the biochemicals that Malor had used on Merceus Seven. Almost immediately, he began to feel better. "Bravo Medics to all teams. Chemical weapons have been deployed at Bravo location. Bravo team, PAR check?" All the members of the Bravo Team came over the radio in order of seniority; from highest to lowest. All team members checked in. The Bravo Medics began going around administering the needed medications to the team members as Drak pulled off his gear,sterilizing as he went. As he cleaned off his ear piece, he put it back in and turned it to the private channel. "Bravo Team to Task Force One. Odin is down. I repeat, Odin is down. I am going to need a Hazmat team to this location for crime scene detail." Drak began relaying the proper information to the officials when an APC pulled up. The side door slid open and Richardson hung out the door. "Drak! Get in! Angeni is at the hospital!" Drak ran for the APC and hopped in. Before the door was shut, the driver had already peeled out and they screamed for the hospital. (Reply None) (Posted by Kari) (USS Spectre - Deck 2, Kurt's quarters - CSO Lt. Jg. Kurt Palmer - 16:00) Kurt entered his quarters after leaving sickbay. He was thrilled to be back in his own skin after this last adventure. He dumped a handful of PADDs in his desk before turning to the replicator to order a quick bite. His fingers flipped through the digital menu for a second, glanced at his wall chrono, and made a decision. His snack materialized on the brightly light pad. Kurt removed. The small plate and made himself comfortable at his desk to finish his preliminary report. As it turned out, the mystery theta radiation producing facility was no more than an abandoned waste facility. This made the science chief's job much easier. After about an hour Kurt had finished. He stretched in his chair, glanced at the time one last time, and sent his report to the appropriate parties. He wasn't much for spending time on stations while they were docked. So Kurt had decided he would take a trip to the holodeck during this brief free moment. (No reply needed) ((Post by Cody)) (Starbase 19 – Observation Deck - CMO, Commander Andrew Williams - 16:30) Andrew looked at the sleek shape of the starship through the large view ports on the observation deck. Looking upon the Spectre brought back a lot of memories about the time he had spent on her. She was the first ship he had been posted to right out of the academy and had gone from a squeaky Assistant Chief Medical Officer under Counsellor DeMarre. He had risen over time to Chief Medial Officer, then Second Officer and finally First Officer. Then came the mission to Echo One Zero. It had ended complicated due to some weird time travel. Star fleet command though that some one of his position as first officer who had gone through that may not be the most stable person to be next in line in command of a star ship. There was also the matter of his sister Audrey who had been classified as missing in action. He gave a soft sigh as his eyes wandered over the ship again. He had been taken to earth where over the following month he had gone through a barrage of tests and physiological evaluation at star fleet medical and a few unnerving meeting with two offices from temporal investigation. He had been deemed fit for duty and assigned for the last six months to Starbase Geneva as its Assistant Chief Medical Officer. A lot of things had happened while he was on Geneva. Finding out that his sister was not dead but a star fleet intelligence agent was a big thing and that her mind had been melded to the USS Serenity main frame by a peace of alien technology which had been interesting to get his head around. And now he was back at where his Star fleet career started. ~How life moves in interesting ways~ He took a deep breath and smiled as he headed towards the Spectre’s assess hatch. “It’s good to be back.” (Reply None) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Captain’s Ready Room - CMO, Commander Andrew Williams - 16:40) Andrew felt a strange feeling of change as he walked through ship it had not been that long since he had left the ship but a lot had happened since he left. He came to the bridge and walked slowly across it looking at the Executive officer’s chair which use to be his. ~Not you job now~ He pressed the button on the Captain’s ready room chime. The door opened and walked into the ready room. He came to attention in front of T’Vhor’s desk. “Commander Andrew Williams reporting as ordered Sir.” (Reply T’Vhor) (Reply T’Vhor,any) (Posted Robbie) (Earth - Emergency Room - Civilian Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 16:40) Angeni opened one eye, groaning against the bright lights. "My head...." she groaned, putting her hand over her eyes. Her vision was blurry, but she could make out Lucca sitting across from her. She started to sit up and he came over to her, helping her up and helping her drape her legs over the side of the bed. He opened up a bottle of water and gave her a few sips. "Slowly, hon. The meds might make you a bit queasy." She nodded and ran her hands over her face. "What happened?" Lucca sat on the bed next to her. "I don't know. I got a call saying I was your emergency contact and I needed to meet you here..." There was a slight rap at the door and Angeni looked over at the door. The door opened and Drak stood there, a sheepish smile on his face. "Can I come in?" Angeni waved him over and he came to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I came as soon as I heard..." Angeni looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot but hopeful. "Odin?" Drak nodded ever so slightly. Angeni closed her eyes and let out a shuddering sigh. She put her head in her hands, then sat back up. "Lucca...can you excuse us for a moment?" Lucca immediately got up and walked out. He walked a gauntlet of heavily armed and heavily armored men, all of them giving him hard, cold stares. He went to sit in the waiting room so Drak and Angeni could finish their conversation. "Yes. V'Klack is gone. He had all the houses rigged with chemical weapons. We basically walked into a trap. He killed himself. There were occupants in all the houses and they all used a Neuro-toxin to do what they needed to do to themselves. Thanks to you and your magical hypo sprays, all teams are fine." She pointed at her arm and sighed, "I got the neuro toxin...." she went to finish her statement when the door opened. In walked in a five foot tall man. His bald head shone brightly under the lights and he stood at the foot of her bed. His pressed Starfleet Uniform looked odd against the surroundings. "Commander Solandro..." Angeni gave him a halfhearted salute and Drak snapped to attention. Solandro returned the salute and nodded at her. "How are you feeling Ms. Trommashere?" Angeni shrugged. "Dizzy, but fine. What did I do to earn a personal visit from you?' Solandro looked up at Drak and he took the hint immediately. He quickly vacated the room. After the door closed, Solandro looked at Angeni and sat in the chair across from her. "Your name came up in our staff meeting today. There's a ship...the USS Spectre, that is in need of a good medical officer. Now...you will have to start out at the bottom again, but I know how much you want to get back into space..." "Who said I ever wanted to go back..." Her voice was full of snark, so she stopped to calm herself down, "Sir..." "It's your opportunity to get back aboard a ship and back into Starfleet. If you don't take it, you won't get another shot." Angeni shook her head back and forth, her head down. "With all due respect, sir..." (Reply None) (Posted by Kari) (Starbase 19 – Observation Deck - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 16:41) The arrival of the Spectre's old Chief Medical Officer had took the CO off guard somewhat, not least of which the manner in which the man had just introduced himself! The two men had history god damn it, there really was no need for Andrew to be resting on formalities in this room irrespective of the fact that Vulcan's, or even part Vulcan's invariably remained stoic and unbending in such things. "Commander Andrew Williams reporting as ordered Sir.", Williams had said, the Captain immediately standing and then extending his hand across the table towards the man whom he had now come to trust implicitely. "Welcome aboard Andrew", he replied, "it's good to see you again. Please, take a seat" (Reply Williams, IYW) "I trust that you are well? Can I get you a drink?", asked the Captain. (Reply Williams) NRPG: Assuming a yes here but can change if need be. RPG: The Captain then moved to the replicator and requested his usual chilled fruit juice along with Williams' choice also. He then returned to the table and retook his seat, placing the CMO's drink upon the table next to him. "So", said the Captain settling back into his chair now. "what has been happening in your life since we last spoke?" (Reply Williams) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre – Captain’s Ready Room – CMO, Cmdr Andrew Williams - 16:43) "Welcome aboard Andrew", it's good to see you again. Please, take a seat" Andrew took the seat that he was offered and smiled at T’Vhor. “Thank you. It is really good to be back.” "I trust that you are well? Can I get you a drink?", asked the Captain. Andrew nodded again. “Yes I am thank you. And I would like a Chi tea please.” The Captain then moved to the replicator and requested a chilled fruit juice along with Williams' choice also. T’Vhor then returned to the table and retook his seat, placing the CMO's drink upon the table next to him. "So, what has been happening in your life since we last spoke?" Andrew smiled as he sipped his tea. “Well I spent about a month at starfleet medical getting checked out by more doctors and specialists that I could shake a stick at. Eventually they cleared me fit for duty. They placed me as the ACMO on Geneva. I guess they wanted to keep a eye on me for a while. I was able to get a temporary assignment on the USS Road Runner as their chief biological hazardous materials officer which at least meant that I was able to get off Geneva from time to time.” He gave a small smile as he continued. “Then out of the blue I was reassigned to the Spectre. Which is why I am back and I am very glad to be here.” He took another sip of his tea. “So how have things been here on the Spectre?” (Reply T’Vhor) (Reply T’Vhor, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Captain’s Ready Room – CO, Captain T'Vhor - 16:45) The Spectre's old, and now new once again, CMO, seemed in good spirits considering the past events with his sister and the resultant dealings thereof. Either way the Captain was pleased to see him again, they certainly had a lot of history under their belts on Spectre that much was for sure. If there was one thing that the Captain knew about Cmdr Andrew Williams though it was that he was made of the kind of stuff that made him stand head and shoulders of some others, the man had the constitution of an Ox when it came to bearing the stresses of his family, and Audrey certainly had put him through the mill! "So, how have things been here on the Spectre?", asked the CMO. The Captain took a deep breath at that, he wanted to say that recents events on the ship had led to a rarely seen calm amongst the crew, but if he did then he would have been lying, and Vulcans of course, did not lie. "Predictable", he answered instead, knowing as he gave the response that Andrew would know that 'predictable' pretty much meant that things had not been that easy. (Reply Williams, IYW) "Our most recent mission took us deep into Cardassian territory", he added, "needless to say, in a covert capacity, but we did achieve our goal by recovering our target, namely the Scientist Targin Lau. Perhaps you may have heard of him?", asked the Captain. (Reply Williams) The Captain picked up his beverage from the table and then took a sip of it whilst pondering the matter of Madon. He felt sure that Andrew would remember the Geneva incident well, if only from his background as a medical officer and his likely interest in the parasitic infestation that that had entailed. Madon was not exactly an unknown after all, but saying that there were still some that had had closer dealings with the woman than others, the Captain himself being one of them. "Tell me Andrew", said the Captain, placing his glass upon the table now. "What do you remember of Sulia Madon?" (Reply Williams) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre – Captain’s Ready Room – CMO, Cmdr Andrew Williams - 16:48) "Predictable", A smile crept across Andrew’s face as he heard T’Vhors reply. “Its good to know nothing has changed then?” "Our most recent mission took us deep into Cardassian territory", "needless to say, in a covert capacity, but we did achieve our goal by recovering our target, namely the Scientist Targin Lau. Perhaps you may have heard of him?" Andrew thought for a moment. “I have heard of him but I have never personal met him.” "Tell me Andrew", "What do you remember of Sulia Madon?" ~Oh hell~ A frown crossed his face. “Yeh I remember her. They still talked about it in the medical department on Geneva even now. I remember getting the medical alert from Geneva who was going apoplectic about it. ” He paused for a moment before carrying on. “Um from what I can remember was that she was suspected of being connected to an infestation. There was some uncertainty if she may or may not have been a vector herself but she disappeared before that could be confirmed. This was about the time we attacked the Mars Defence Perimeter. We were told to look out for changes in the crew and I had to do a total re-screening of the crew looking for problems with long term memory recall.” He took a sip, placed his cup onto the table and almost did not want to ask. “Has she been sighted again?” (Reply T’Vhor, any) (Reply T’Vhor) (Posed by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Captain’s Ready Room – CO, Captain T'Vhor - 16:50) The question hung in the air for a few brief seconds, the Captain pondering the ramifications of it all. 'Has she been sighted again?', the Commander had asked. With Madon, itr really wasn't a case of her being sighted again in order to signify a threat, indeed she always had been considered a threat and the general concensus was that it was simply a matter of time before she resurfaced to cause damage once again. As it was though she had been 'off the grid' for over five years, nobody even knew if she was still alive let alone skulking around in the shadows of some far flung moon awaiting the chance to return and cause havok. The recent intelligence obtained from Lau and a somewhat sporadic and unconfirmed report from the academy training vessel 'Garralon', suggested that she was active again but the Captain knew that her usual modus operandi was to seek the cover of shadow rather than to be brash and announce her intent to all and sundry. It was her nature, borne of a particularly violent and abusive upbringing that the Captain had sought to familiarise himself with from the somewhat skant data that was available. Picking up his glass from the table again, he answered Andrew's query in the only way he knew how. "Sighted? Not as such", began the Captain, "but I do feel that she is active again and involved with the recent disappearance of the Garralon. Lau has confirmed as much but is unwilling to speak to anyone lower in rank than an Admiral", said the Captain. (Reply Williams, IYW) The Captain then began pondering the information Alexander had sent him via Windsong-Tromashere and the data disk. Something wasn't quite adding up there but for the moment T'Vhor couldn't quite see what it was. He had been ordered not to divulge that information but how could he proceed with this mission if he were not able to disclose certain facts to his senior crew. And then there was their special orders, already disseminated to the FO and the chief of security. Williams, as the CMO would need to see that also considering the medical and anatomical connections that Madon and her somewhat unique situation posed. With that in mind, the Captain opened up his console and began inputting his command codes to retrieve that file. He then altered the encryption algorithm to include Williams in the dissemination protocol before closing the file and then logging out. "There is a file that I want you to view Andrew", said the Captain, taking another sip of his juice, "the contents of which are not to be discussed as yet with any of the crew until further notice. This file will appraise you of our situation as it is now. Any further information will be forthcoming and strictly on a need to know basis", he added, finishing his beverage and then placing the empty glass upon the table. (Reply Williams) That done, the Captain settled back into his chair. His thoughts now on Williams sister Audrey and the trouble that she had caused to her brother beforehand. It seemed that Andrew was not particularly lucky when it came to sibling rivalry, but then Audrey had chosen her own path. "Has there been any further development regarding the issue of your sister, Andrew?", asked the Captain, genuinely concerned now for his his CMO's familial status... (Reply Williams) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre – Captain’s Ready Room – CMO, Cmdr Andrew Williams - 16:55) "but I do feel that she is active again and involved with the recent disappearance of the Garralon. Lau has confirmed as much but is unwilling to speak to anyone lower in rank than an Admiral.” Andrew nodded. “Well if she is active again. Its going to get messy really, really quickly.” The Captain then began pondering the information Alexander had sent him via Windsong-Tromashere and the data disk. Something wasn't quite adding up there but for the moment T'Vhor couldn't quite see what it was. He had been ordered not to divulge that information but how could he proceed with this mission if he were not able to disclose certain facts to his senior crew. And then there was their special orders, already disseminated to the FO and the chief of security. Williams, as the CMO would need to see that also considering the medical and anatomical connections that Madon and her somewhat unique situation posed. Andrew watched as T’Vhor entered a series of codes before shutting it down. "There is a file that I want you to view Andrew", "the contents of which are not to be discussed as yet with any of the crew until further notice. This file will appraise you of our situation as it is now. Any further information will be forthcoming and strictly on a need to know basis", Andrew nodded totally serious. “Yes Sir I understand.” He watched T’Vhor settle back into his chair "Has there been any further development regarding the issue of your sister, Andrew.” A smile crossed his face as he ran his fingers thought his hair. “Its all a bit strange. First she’s proclaimed dead, then she’s alive and fully exonerated of anything that she did during the civil war. Star fleet intelligence had their sticky fingers all over that one.” He shrugged. “Which is fine but now she’s managed to get herself mind linked to some kind of ancient chair device that makes her fly ships with her mind.” He sighed. “Its all a bit to much science fiction to me. I’m just a simple doctor.” He paused again. “But it was good to see her and not have to think about shooting her. We had a good long talk before I came here. It’s been a long time since I had any kind of family and as she is the last peace of mine it was good to be on the same side for once.” He gave a slight smile. “Still a bit weird thought how things change and the all fit back into place again.” (Reply T’Vhor) (Reply T’Vhor,any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Deck 7, Holodeck 4 - CSO Lt. Jg. Kurt Palmer - 17:13) Drenched in sweat, Kurt slowed from a jog. He he slouched to place his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. Finally his heart rate slowed enough to stand up straight. He looked up into the simulated neon canopy of trees. "Computer, save progress and end program." There was a hum of acknowledgment as the forest spun apart bringing Kurt back into the grey holodeck. He walked a few feet and strained to pick up his uniform jacket. ~That was a treat~ He thought as he exited into the corridor. He slung his jacket over one shoulder, paused and glanced at the time on a wall terminal in the corridor. ~Probably time for dinner~ the science chief pondered what he would have as he continued to the turbolift. ~Maybe this would be a good time to make nice with Lieutenant Riya~ Kurt thought back to their brief scuffle before the away mission. (Reply, any) ((Post by Cody)) (USS Spectre - Deck 6, Holodeck 3 - ACEO, Ensign Jake Haltom - 17:30) Jake was whistling as he walked up to the wall control for the holodeck. He stopped and grinned then spoke clearly. "Computer initiate J Haltom program JH 3-1. Begin from last endpoint." [Working] The voice spoke back. [ Program starting up, please enter the holodeck.] He drew a deep breath, squared his shoulders and stepped through the opening door. Behind him the gateway closed and he began choosing his equipment from the mannequins, weapons racks and chests in the 10x10 room which was his 'buffer zone' from what awaited outside. A suit of ornate but lightweight Stahlrim armor (Magically frozen and never melting ice) that was heavily enchanted followed by a quiver of dragonbone arrows and matching enchanted bow and sword were alternatively slung and buckled about his person followed by belt pouches containing his money and some supplies. Lastly an amulet and enchanted ring completed his preparations. He checked the sword in its scabbard which slid out smoothly, squared his shoulders again, put a neutral expression on his face then spoke again. "Preparation period ended, begin program." Another gateway opened and the interior of an inn took glorious shape around him. The smell of meat searing over the firepit in the center and bread baking immediately found his nostrils and made his stomach growl. He had purposely come in shortly before dinner for this very reason. The sharp smell of mead flowing like water also was present. The hulking men in armor were either roaring in laughter or looking around reflectively as the serving maids bustled about in rough dresses with plunging necklines. His own armor and equipment stood out like a beacon amidst the rough crew and their equally rough armor and weapons marking him as a person of some reknown already. "Welcome Harbinger!" the owner of the tavern called out to him and motioned him over. He nodded, not taking his eyes off of the crowded room before making his way to the woman. "I didn't see you come in. Do you wish your usual?" "Of course. Roasted venison, fresh bread, roasted potatoes and a flagon of mead." He replied. When he was satisfied the curious looks he was getting were harmless he turned his attention toward her and threw down several golden septims he had slid from a pouch at his waist. "Have them delivered to that table." He nodded his head in the direction of Uthgred who was sitting at her normal place. "Of course Harbinger, it will be there shortly." Uthgred saw him coming and smiled as she stood. "A man who's fist is as heavy as his sword." Her brogue pleasing in his ears. "Still think you can take me?" "Would you like another round?" He asked slyly and she began to laugh brazenly as she massaged her jaw. "Not at this time Harbinger, perhaps later." He took the rough stool across from her and looked about the room once again. "Come back to do some more bandit hunting?" She asked. His eyes tracked back to her face and he shook his head. "Not this time, there is a certain barrow I need to look into and I'd appreciate some back-up." "I'd love to!" The woman's eyes practically glowed with glee and her steel armor rattled as she slammed a fist on the table. "Good, I'd like to have you along." Saadia appeared at his elbow carrying a tray filled with steaming meat, bread, potatoes and a brimming mug which she slid onto the table in front of him. "Bring my friend another round." He said and she nodded before moving off. "A strange one that." Uthgred said as she watched her go. "You have no idea." Jake/The Harbinger snapped a quick nod, remembering the gauntlet of assassins he had been forced to win through to take out the leader who was intent on Saadia's death. "You have no idea." He removed the helm and gauntlets so that he could eat and began attacking the chow. The rough flavors were reminiscent of the most delicate of chef's delights as his hunger added tot he spice of the meal. The mead had a bite that synthehol could not emulate. (Reply: Any who would like to take part in a wild adventure) (posted by Charles) (USS Spectre – Sickbay - CMO, Andrew Williams\Dr Noah - 17:30) Andrew walked into sickbay and hid a smile as he entered he let his eyes look around as he crossed sickbay towards the Chief Medical Officer office. He entered the office and looked over at Noah who was working on a PADD sitting behind the desk. Noah looked up and put down the PADD. “Dr Williams.” Andrew smiled and nodded. “Dr Noah it is good to see you to but I am sorry about the circumstances.” Noah nodded his thanks as he offered his a chair and passed him a PADD. “This is the medical reports of what had happened while you were away. The radiation treatment and what happened to Lieutenant Commander Joltrue.” Andrew nodded again as he took the PADD and skimmed through the information before he nodded putting PADD back on the desk. Noah then stood up, stepped round the desk and held out his hand. “It has been good working here Dr Williams. They are a good team.” He gave a slight smile. “But you know that already.” He paused before carrying on. “I need to get going and sort my stuff out before I leave. Is there anything else that I can help you with Dr Williams?” Andrew shook his head, “No Dr Noah and thank you for keeping every one safe.” A smile danced across Noah’s face. He nodded and then left the Chief Medical Office as Andrew stood there for a moment feeling the silence around him before he picked up the PADD that was on the desk and began catching up with what he had missed while he was away. (Reply any) (Posed by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – CMO, Andrew Williams - 17:45) Andrew set down behind his desk in his office and placed the cup in front of him as he looked around the room. “Well I am back.” He said to the empty room. It may have only been months since he had been here but it seamed a lot longer then that. He placed a small image displays on his desk and watched it cycle through the images. The first was of his family. It was taken on the bridge of the storm chaser just before his sister had been accepted to the academy. He smiled at his grinning parents and sister at a happier time of his life before the disaster which took his parents away from him. His sister was another situation all together. Being on the other side in civil war trying twice to destroy the ship before being captured and then recruited by Starfleet Intelligence and now she was mind melded to some alien technology. He did not totally understand the ins and outs of the situation but she was now mind linked to the USS Serenity which she now flew. He had been able to see her before he had left Geneva for the Spectre during one of the Serenity’s stop over and had been able to get to know his big sister again. Another image appeared showing four cadets in the academy. They were Alice Turner, Jay, Isaac Shillings and him self. They had been close friends since the academy and more so since Isaac’s resent death during a training mission. Alice was now first officer of a the Mobile Repair Dock Lily Sloane and Jay was in command of the USS Serenity. He was still closest to Jay and had fancied her for a time when they were cadets until it became apparent that she was not interested in him or his gender. They had been there for each other through thick and thin and he was very glad of their friendship. His fingers moved along a small peace of metal which lay on his desk with the words ‘No matter how bad to day is tomorrow will always be better’ engraved into it. He had been given it by Arya Snow. He had met her on his last assignment on the USS Road Runner and she had been part of the medical hazardous materials team. He smiled at the memory. She was enjoyed practical jokes especially at his expense but had also been one of the most focused persons that he had ever met. She had given it to him when he had left as a reminder of his time there. It had been a catch phrase during some of there more horrific missions dealing with star system wide pandemics. He knew that people in his profession had a dark, almost black sense of humour which not every one understood but it was just their way of dealing with the horrendous things that they had to deal with on a daily basis. He took a deep breath and sipped his drink as his absentminded thoughts flowed from one thing to another. The image changed again to show Arya’s cheeky grin appeared on the screen as smile danced across his face. Arya had become closer then just a friend and he had seen a possibility of thing progressing further but then he had been assigned to the Spectre. Long distant relationships did not always work, especially when they would be light years apart and would not likely to see each other any time soon but time would tell. He pulled his thoughts back to the present and smiled again. He was back where he started his medical career as a Doctor on the USS Spectre and the Spectre was no a boring ship, anything and everything could happen on a mission. “Come on time to get your head in gear.” He muttered to himself as he took another sip of his cup as he picked up the PADD that Noah had left from his desk and began to read. (Reply any) (Posted by Robbie) (Starbase 19 – Observation Deck – Dr Noah – 18:05) Noah stepped onto starbase 19 and turned to look at the Spectre which was docked there. He had had a good time working with her and the crew. He was sad to leave but the health if his family was important especially his sister who’s illness has caused so many changes in his life which finally led him to being the chief medical officer on board the Spectre. He moved towards a turbo lift at the far wall to make his way towards to docking bay 23 to get his connecting starship for the first of his many trips home. ~Why is getting from one place to another getting so complicated~ As he entered the turbo lift a nondescript looking commander entered with his and shut the door. He spoke before Noah could give a destination. “Deck 54.” There was a slight pause before the commander turned to Noah. “Dr Noah. I am sorry but you cannot leave the starbase at the moment.” Noah was slightly taken a back by the Commanders statement. “That is not possible. I have a connection waiting I need to get home to my family.” The Commander nodded. “Dr Noah. Your family is fine there is not problem with them. The communication was a cover story. If you would come with me to special operations we will explain it all.” Noah looked at the commander for a moment be fore nodding. “It dose not look like I have any other option do I?” The Commander nodded. “I am glad that you understand Dr Noah.” Noah waited in silence as the turbolift car sped through the starbase towards another unexpected chapter of his life. (Reply any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Quarters – ACMO, Dr. Michaella Kirien – 18:30) As soon as they were within the space that she could easily read her mail, that was exactly what Michaella Kirien did. She had a ton of letters that needed responding to, and they would likely keep her busy for a good long while. This was the first time that she hadn't had her daughters on board since they fled the starbase running from one of the smuggling cartels. But Starfleet had ordered the children off the ship. While she knew that both of them were (supposably) gainfully occupied, she truly did miss twin brightness her girls brought to their quarters. Even when they were bickering back and forth in the way that siblings do they still gave her a sense of joy, happiness and relaxation. She kicked her boots off, leaned back in the chair and ordered the computer to play the first message. It was predictably from Elizabeth, who always seemed to follow in the footsteps of her Father, the illustrious John Wilson who died while being the first officer of Starbase Geneva. Some days the ache for John was almost physical in how badly it had hurt. Michaella shook her head and stared at the image of her daughter who seemed to have grown up virtually overnight. 'Hi Mother!' The girl on the vid screen called out, waving to her. 'I'm on Betazed, living with your friends, attending pilots school every day. Ketal says that if I don't get my math skills up, no one will take me. He's trying to tutor me!' A look of yuck crossed her features. "Ick to being taught sciences and maths by a vulcan who takes everything so seriously... that is everything but Vanyssa and her daughter. He seems to have a soft spot for them, you can see if every time he looks at her. Vanyssa keeps telling me that there is more to life than flying a ship, and both her and Ketal are pushing me to apply to the Academy. I figured if Dad could do it, then I could too, and well, you did as well..." She looked into the distance and grins, "Jennah says dinner is about ready. I miss you and Ella a lot, even though Ella is on Earth at the Academy. We're supposed to go to the temple and I'll look up your friend Riven when I get there. Oh! I met with Grandmother and I don't think she likes me very much, being a halfbreed that is. She's got the Betazoid stuck-up gene in fine form, at least that's what Ella thinks and well, you know Ella. She'd never say. Miss you! Love you! Mwah!" The teenager blew a kiss to the screen as Jennah poked her head into the room, waggled her fingers and then the image went dark. Trusting by the time stamp, it was over a month old. "Riven?" She called out, "Beth went to the Temple to meet you." This seems to amuse Michaella as she smiles up at her friend and lover. "Do you feel up to going over to the starbase for some R&R?" ((reply Mias)) ((posted by Mel)) (Starbase 19 – Promenade – Jo Smith, Jennifer Smith, Scott Smith, Robert Smith - 18:40) “The first time I get of the ship in ages and you want to go clothes shopping.” Scott glowered at the rustling behind the two curtains in front of him. “What was that Scott, I did not hear that.” Jo’s voice came from behind the first curtain. “He’s just upset that that we are not doing something he wants” Scott glared at rustling curtains. ~We have been here fore hours~ “You said you know exactly what you wanted. You said you would only be a moment.” There was a chorus of giggles from behind the curtain before Jennifer stepped out wearing some thing she would have called a little black number. Scott just rolled his eyes. “Dose my bum look big in this?” ~No it’s not just hurry the hell up~ She gave him an inquisitive look. Now he was in a dilemma if he said yes then she would get in a huff because he said that she has a big bum. If he said no then she would probably say he was lying and get in a huff any way. They would still be here for hours. ~Dammed if I do, Dammed if I don’t okay lets go for it~ He nodded with a little smile on his face. “OW yes it looks huge.” Extending his arms out a far as he could to emphasise the how big it was. “You could park a shuttle on it.” Jennifer scowled at him and threw shoe at him. He caught it and flung it back as it missed her and bounced onto the floor behind her. She stomped back into the changing room and yanked the curtain back into place. He heard her mutter something about him being uneducated idiot and would not know a good dress if it hit him in the face. Scott’s smiled widened as he heard some one walking up behind him. “Are the girls still in there? You know Scott you really should not antagonise them so. You know they can’t help them selves. It’s like some kind of sickness they just have to try on every peace of clothing they can find.” Scott turned to see Robert standing beside him as he nodded. “Yeh I know but its fun winding them up and watch them go.” Robert grinned at Scott and slapped him on the shoulder. “Well we found a decent bar on the station and the Jarhead of the family is getting him self acquainted with the drinks. I think we should give him a hand.” Scott grinned as they left quickly before he could aggravate his sisters any more. (Reply any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Outside the Captain's Ready Room - ACMO, Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 19:25) Solandro volun-told Angeni to take the posting. A few hours earlier, she helped to take down one of the most infamous fugitives in Starfleet history and now she was meeting with a Captain T'Vhor to board his ship. She had briefed herself on the Spectre and discovered that they had just gotten back from a mission that was classified to the highest level. Even Solandro couldn't tell her what the mission was about. She enjoyed the secret squirrel style missions and it seemed as if they did a lot of them. Even though her appointment wasn't until 1930, she found herself pressing the door chime a few minutes early. She tugged at the bottom of her uniform as the door slid open and she stepped in. "Dr. Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere reporting for duty, sir." (Reply Alan) (Posted by Kari) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 19:26) As the door slid aside in response to the call from the Captain for the person to enter, the man himself settled slowly back into his seat, having just layed the PADD he had been scrutinising on the table before him. Medical teal then met his eyes as the woman duly entered and then came to, on the opposite side of his desk. "Dr. Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere reporting for duty, sir.", said the woman, a civilian by all rights assigned to the Spectre's medical department by someone other than the Captain himself. Why that had been so was somewhat a mystery right now, but then, who was he but a lowly Captain to question the nuances associated with the chain of command and those that it assigned to him? So many surprises of late though for this new arrival was not only a mystery in placement, but a mystery in time also. Windsong-Trommashere wasn't actually scheduled to arrive for another three weeks! Wasn't she supposed to have been on Earth only days beforehand? Were there two Windsong-Trommashere's perhaps? The Captain raised an eyebrow in a quizical Vulcan manner, then he ordered the woman at ease. "You are, decidedly early Doctor", he began, "indeed your arrival to us does not seem to be logical at all. Would you care to explain?", he asked. (Reply Angeni O) The very moment that the Admirals name had been mentioned in conjunction with the annexed Subspace River, his attention had piqued. "Please continue", said the Captain, and the Doctor did... (Reply Angeni O) (Posted by Alan) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Dr. Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 19:27) Angeni nodded as he ordered her to ease and she slowly slid into the chair in front of her. All two hundred and six bones in her body hurt along with all six hundred and forty-two muscles in her body; it was an unfortunate side effect of some of the more...experimental medications...that were pumped into her body before her trip. Her face remained stoic as she managed to find a position of comfort in the chair. She locked eyes with the Captain, her gaze never averting, but she kept her body posture and facial expressions completely neutral as well as her tone of voice. "My explanation may leave more questions than answers, sir..." She began. The woman shifted ever so slightly in her seat. "I was contacted by Admiral Alexander approximately twenty-seven hours ago and after an uneventful trip on the subspace river, I am here...albeit a bit early, but circumstances called for an early arrival." "Please continue." The Vulcan across from her spoke impassively. One thing she couldn't stand about Vulcans was that they were impossible to read. Her livelihood depended on her being able to read the person laying on the gurney in front of her; were they being truthful about the 'real' alcohol they had been drinking? Were they being honest about if they took the latest designer drug to hit the streets...or were they being honest about if they had some sort of bomb, grenade, or weapon lodged in an orifice of their body? Most races had their tellls; Humans would glance away from her, or use an 'Uhm' or an 'Ah' while they were formulating their lie. Klingons would always pause in contemplation; they hated to lie, so they would come up with a way to spin it so their words weren't a lie...the listener just had to read between the lines. A Vulcan? If lying was the 'logical' thing to do, they'd do it without batting an eyelash. A bold lie would tumble forth from their lips and you'd never know it until it was too late. She had seen her fair share of dishonest Vulcans and she found herself scrutinizing every word, trying to seek out the tiniest bit of emotion in them. She knew that Admiral Alexander was an acquaintance of the Captains'. She was looking for the smallest hint of emotion from him to see just how much of an acquaintance that the Admiral was. She remained calm and impassive as she reached into her pocket, pulling out a small disk case. She sat it on the desk before him, nodding at it. "What I'm authorized to tell you is this; I am a member of the UFP's Fugitive Task Force. I have worked with them in a medical capacity as their Medical Team Leader. I have special...privileges through them. At 1400, I was helping to complete Operation Odin when we discovered information that connected Admiral Alexander with a known resistance group. I'm not sure how much you've heard of the attack on Merceus Seven, the USS Fenrir, or the issues the UFP has had with the Rysar Sector, but it is believed that the Admiral at least had a passing contact with someone at least associated with someone in the resistance group." (Reply Alan) Angeni kept her focus on his eyes. Never once did she look away. She folded her hands in her lap and continued. "Our use of the river was...unexpected to say the least. I was indisposed when evidence was processed. I was told to gather my team and to meet at a certain location. We were placed on a transport and we were all sent to different locations. I do not know their whereabouts and we have been asked to keep operational silence. I will not and do not know their location." (Reply Alan) Angeni tilted her head just slightly to the left. Every inch of her body was killing her and sitting so stiffly was killing her. The slight movement stretched the muscles in her neck just enough to relieve a bit of tension. "I know nothing more than what I told you, sir. There are things about Operation Odin I am not allowed to speak of, but none of it is of any importance. I was told by my direct Commander, Commander Solandro, to give this disk to you..." She paused for a moment, then she placed her thumb on the top of the case. A small click was heard and the case unlocked itself, but the lid stayed closed. "There is information on there that I haven't been given. I was told to tell you to view it, then dispose of the disk immediately. The case is one time use only, so once you take the disk out, you cannot put it back in. Once you have done what you need to do, just place the disk back in the case and close the lid. The case releases an epoxy substance that is also reactive to the material the disk is made from. The disk will dissolve immediately, but the case seals itself shut." (Reply Alan) (Posted by Kari) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 19:29) Windsong-Tromashere seemed an odd mix of characters to say the very least, she seemed to epitomise the accepted composure and presentation of a military officer whilst still being able to project the caring approach expected of one who worked in medicine, and yet it was all wrapped up in a civilian shell that belied the disciplines of both. T'Vhor had never met a Human that could juggle their specialities so well, there had been plenty of Vulcan's of course, but very few Human's. Needless to say he had listened intently to her account regarding how she had come to be there before time, especially when it came to the mention of Alexander. The Doctor seemed to feel that the Admiral was part of a resistance group, but resistance to what? There had been mention of information found and the Captain, knowing the Admiral as well as he did, felt certain now that that information had more than likely been planted in order to discredit his standing, which in turn could only mean one thing. Somebody was on to them! "Merceus Seven?", responded the Captain. "When did this occur?" (Reply Angeni) The Captain quirked his head to the left to ease a spasm that he had been suffering for the last few hours, no doubt a result of his last holodeck training set and noting as he did so that Angeni seemed a little physically ill at ease also. "We have effectively been, shall we say 'Off the radar'", said the Captain, "surely you do know though that the river is off-limit at this present time", he added. Windsong-Tromashere had explained that she knew little of the why's and wherefore's regarding the 'unofficial' use of the subspace corridors, and clarified that by informing him that neither she, nor her team had been privy to the information. They had simply been ordered to group at a given time and then spread wide, each of them knowing nothing of the others destinations. That in itself seemed odd, why put together a team and then send them off in different directions without informing them of their mission protocols, or having them remain in contact? Unless of course you wanted to lessen their chances of success. "I know nothing more than what I told you, sir. There are things about Operation Odin I am not allowed to speak of...", continued the Doctor, before removing a small device from her pocket and then handing it to the Captain. "There is information on there that I haven't been given", she said, "I was told to tell you to view it, then dispose of the disk immediately" The plot was seemingly thickening. The Captain took the offered container after Angeni opened it and then infromed it that it would destroy itself the moment he returned it to the case. He scrutinised it only briefly for the moment, if the data it contained was that sensitive and the courier herself was not supposed to know the contents, then it was probably best that he did not view it right now. Then again, how could he be sure that any data it contained was legitimate and not planted also? The truth of the matter was that he could not, unless of course Alexander had included their agreed cypher along with it. He did however quiz the Doctor further on Alexanders involvement in all this, his hands coming to rest upon the table in front of him as he spoke. "Tell me Doctor, did you have any contact with Admiral Alexander either before or after receiving your orders from Commander Solandro regarding Operation Odin?", he asked. (Reply Angeni) "And can you say that you trust Solandro?", said the Captain. (Reply Angeni) The Captain settled back into his seat once again. Despite everything, it did seem then that Alexander was indeed being set up, and as such his own communiques both with the man himself and his mysterious aid beforehand, had probably come to the attention of the protagonists as well. Who then could he trust? The Federation was under threat from within, that much was for sure. He had however already received his orders for their next mission and the ship that had sparked all of this off, the ATV Garralon, along with Sulia Madon, had both been mentioned in more than a passing comment. The Captain took a deep breath inwards and then placed the disk he had been holding to one side for later viewing before formally welcoming the Doctor aboard with an extended hand across the table. "We shall speak of this again", said the Captain. "In the mean time you may settle in to your quarters and meet with Commander Williams if you so wish. He will be replacing Doctor Noah as our CMO, and therefore will be your immediate superior", said the Captain. "I would request though that you do not discuss any of what you have told me to anyone else. Is that understood?", said the Captain. (Reply Angeni) The Captain Nodded. "Very well, you are dismissed", said the Captain, his mind already wandering to the contentsof the mysterious disk. (Reply Angeni) (Posted by Alan) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 19:31) Angeni sat quietly, knowing she was about to confront a mass of questions. "Merceus Seven?", responded the Captain. "When did this occur?" Angeni shifted slightly in her chair. Merceus Seven was an uncomfortable subject for her. She began to tap her right foot under the table, then she crossed her long, slender legs as she rested her hands on her knees. "Approximately three and a half years ago, a chemical agent was released on the planet, killing over a thousand people. The USS Fenrir was in the neighborhood when a distress call was put out. The Fenrir sent a medical team to the surface and they spent three days trying to figure out what was wrong. The inhabitants of Merceus Seven, while humanoid, had a genetic defect that caused them to be more susceptible to the virus. The medical team that went down initially didn't show signs of infection, but they all started showing signs and symptoms of illness starting six months later. Seventeen of the original thirty died within two years. The other thirteen have recovered in varying degrees." She watched as Captain T'Vhor stretched his neck and her brow furrowed ever so slightly; his Trapezius muscles on either side of his neck quivered with tension and she felt bad for him. She explained how her group had been shuttled along the river, then sent in different directions. Solandro had clued her into the fact that while she was traveling with her group, they wouldn't be together any time in the foreseeable future. "We have effectively been, shall we say 'Off the radar'", said the Captain, "surely you do know though that the river is off-limit at this present time", he added. "Yes sir." She said simply. Her expression remained neutral. She watched as he took the device from her. She had an idea of what the disk contained, but she wasn't sure. Rumors could be just as detrimental to a mission as handing over weapons and shield schematics to your enemy. "Tell me Doctor, did you have any contact with Admiral Alexander either before or after receiving your orders from Commander Solandro regarding Operation Odin?", he asked. "Approximately three hours before the launch of the mission, sir. He asked for information about Odin, but he wasn't 'on the list' so I passed his request onto Commander Solandro. Solandro thanked me and left it at that. He confided in me prior to leaving that he had given the Admiral the information he was looking for and had given the Admiral information to my whereabouts. I don't know why he did that, but I trust his judgement." "And can you say that you trust Solandro?", said the Captain. Angeni nodded in agreement. "Yes sir. The Commander and I have been work partners for several years. We've worked side by side in situations where you have to implicitly trust the person standing beside you or behind you. His word, to me, is gospel." Angeni could see the gears grinding in T'Vhor's head as he worked through what she was saying. She sat in still silence, her deep grey eyes never leaving the Captain. "We shall speak of this again", said the Captain. "In the mean time you may settle in to your quarters and meet with Commander Williams if you so wish. He will be replacing Doctor Noah as our CMO, and therefore will be your immediate superior", said the Captain. "I would request though that you do not discuss any of what you have told me to anyone else. Is that understood?", said the Captain. For the first time, her look changed. Her chin dropped ever so slightly and her right eyebrow raised up on her forehead. She gave him a look that screamed No crap, Sherlock. I figured I'd just go and scream out all my Secret Squirrel information over the ships' comm system. She immediately straightened her face out and gave him the politest smile she could muster as she shook his hand firmly. "Yes sir. I'm in need of a sonic, then I will check in with Commander Williams." The Captain Nodded. "Very well, you are dismissed", said the Captain, his mind already wandering to the contentsof the mysterious disk. Angeni nodded and left the ready room with a slight nod. Life was already getting more interesting by the moment. (Reply not needed, unless you want to tie up lose ends) (Posted by Kari) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Personal Quarters - Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 19:45) Angeni stood in front of her door and it slid open. All of her things were scattered around the room in secure boxes. The quiet hum of the ship was the only audible noise and she rubbed her arm, a defeated look on her face as she walked in. Standing in the silence, a lone tear slid down her cheek and she closed her eyes against the pain. Come on, get yourself together... She slowly slid out of her uniform shirt, leaving her in just a tight, grey tank top. Angeni slowly opened boxes in the silence, arranging her things about the room. Angeni wondered what she did to get such huge quarters; she was used to having a "singles room" with enough space to be filled with homely touches, but if she wasn't careful, she'd fill her quarters quickly with her things, but this room was huge...larger than the one she shared with Harry when they began living with one another and needed to get a "couples room". She left two large containers for last. She walked into her bathroom and turned the sink so it was running water versus the sonic mist of the 24th century showers and sinks. The water ran over her hands and wrists as she sang softly to herself. Witch-i-do-ya-do-ya-do-ya Witch-i-do-ya-do-ya-hey Witch-i-do-ya-do-ya-do-ya Witch-i-do-ya-do-ya-hey, hey hey... She continued to sing as she washed her hands, blessing the water that was running through her fingers. As she finished, she wiped her hands on the towel hanging on the rack. Quietly, she walked back into her main room. She opened up one of the cases and pulled out a large oak table top. She pulled out the legs and screwed them in and she sat the table in the center of the room just at the foot of her bed. Carefully, she pulled a turtle shell from the box and she sat it reverently on the table. Within a few minutes, she had set up her prayer table. She stood before it and she began to slowly turn in a circle, facing all the sacred directions, then she knelt in front of the table, putting a pinch of Sage, Cedar, Tobacco, and Sweet Grass in the bowl of the shell. She used a match to light the small pile on fire and once combustion took place, she blew out the flame, letting the pile smolder. Slowly, keeping her eyes on the wafting smoke, she reached for the Eagle feather fan on her left and she slowly fanned the smoke towards her, breathing in the smell. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, she placed her hands palm down on the floor, then she stood up, raising her arms and face towards the ceiling. "May the Warm Winds of Heaven blow softly upon this home. May the Earth Mother bless all who enter there. May my Mocassins make happy tracks in many snows, and may the rainbow always touch my shoulders." She opened her eyes and walked around the room with her smudge pot, wafting the sweet smelling smoke about her quarters. She set the pot in the middle of her bed and she laid out several dream catchers. She waved the smoke over each one and she hung them in every doorway and in the windows. She hung the largest one over her bed. Opening up the last case, she pulled out some of her most sacred relics; a wolf pelt was laid gingerly over the cedar chest at the foot of her bed, her buckskin dresses with their assorted beads were hung in the closet with care, and the deerskin rug was placed on the left side of her bed. A bread box sized cedar chest was all that was left. Reverently, she reached into the case and pulled it out, the sweet smell of cedar coming to wrap around her nose. She opened the case and three large bundles were wrapped in white cloth, tied with a red strip of cloth. She gently touched the bundles, thinking of the three white feathers that they held. Closing the lid, she placed the box on the table and she stood up with a smile on her face. Looking at the chronometer on the nightstand, she realized she still had time to take a quick shower and check in to Sickbay to find out what her schedule for the rest of the week was. (Reply None) (Posted by Kari) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 20:10) Angeni straightened out her uniform and played with the hem of her white lab coat. She made a mental note to order a new lab coat with her proper designation on it versus just the civilian Dr. A.O. W.-Trommashere written on it. She pulled herself together, standing up straight and tall. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun as she looked about, wondering if the CMO was in. She glanced back at the CMO's office and she felt a little twinge of sadness as she realized that she wasn't even the ACMO...that she had no major authority past her own shift. She stood towards the back of the room, looking out over the quietness of the bay before catching the attention of one of the nurses. "Excuse me, sir?" Angeni stepped up to the man, extending her hand. "I'm Doctor Trommashere...I was wondering if Commander Williams was in?" (Reply Robbie, if you want) (Posted by Kari) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO, Williams - 20:13) Andrew saw the doors to sickbay open out of the corner of his eye. He saw a tall lithe woman enter with a slightly muscular build and her black hair was pulled up in a tight bun. He saw the woman head towards the nurses station and speak to one of the nurses on duty. ~I wonder who this is~ "Excuse me, sir?" "I'm Doctor Trommashere...I was wondering if Commander Williams was in?" ~Ah the new ACMO, brilliant~ He turned and looked over properly at the mention of his voice. “Give me a moment Dr Trommashere. I will be with you in a moment.” He looked back at the patient on the bio-bed in front of him. “Okay take it easy. The pain killers that I have given you will ease the pain till tomorrow. I want you back here in the morning for another scan. Okay. I want you to rest and take it easy till then.” “Yes doctor.” Williams smiled and walked over to the nurse station. He handed the PADD to the nurse. “Crewman Lynn can go. By the way he is chomping at the bit to get out of here we better make it official before he dose a runner!” He then turned to Trommashere. “Dr Trommashere I am Dr Williams the CMO here on the Spectre. Welcome aboard. If you would follow me to my office we can get the primary stuff out the way and then I’ll give you the tour.” (Reply Trommashere) He showed Trommashere into his office and offered her a seat.. “Do you fancy a drink?” He asked as he stepped towards the replicator. (Reply Trommashere IYW) He gave order and took it over and placed it on the table as he sat down across from Trommashere. He gave her a warm and friendly smile before he spoke. “So Dr Trommashere. It is good to have you on board. I have had a read through your records and it says that you are trauma trained with a liking for Nero-surgery. I was just wonder why those specialties?” (reply Trommashere) (Reply Trommashere, any) (Posed by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – Dr. Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 20:14) Angeni's head whipped around at the sound of the CMO's voice. “Give me a moment Dr. Trommashere. I will be with you in a moment.” She nodded ever so slightly and moved to the corner of the desk. She watched as he worked around the patient; quick, sure, yet strong hands worked methodically, then she watched as he gave the discharge orders, ending his consultation with a joke. He reminded her of her mentor and close friend, Dr. Mark Hanlon. She had worked with him all the way from learning how to be a lowly Paramedic, all the way up to being his right hand as the Assistant Director of the Trauma Department. She clasped her hands behind her back as she waited in silence. “Dr Trommashere I am Dr Williams the CMO here on the Spectre. Welcome aboard. If you would follow me to my office we can get the primary stuff out the way and then I’ll give you the tour.” Angeni nodded. "Please, call me Angeni, sir. I'm not one for formalities...and thank you." She followed him into the office and nodded at him as she sat in the seat he offered. The warm, inviting chair seemed to envelope her and she only barely noticed how much her joints were bothering her. She made a note to actually sit and soak in her tub when all was said and done. “Do you fancy a drink?” She nodded again, sitting upright and proper in her seat. "Yes sir. Jasmine and Rose bud tea...please." Her eyes glanced around the office as she looked at all the personal touches around the office and she smiled as he sat back down. Her face remained what could be considered pleasant, but she didn't display any outward emotions. “So Dr Trommashere. It is good to have you on board. I have had a read through your records and it says that you are trauma trained with a liking for Nero-surgery. I was just wonder why those specialties?” A slight smile crossed her lips. "I started out strictly in Trauma and I worked my way up to being a Trauma Surgeon, which is my true designation. I always had a love for Neurology, though, so I did the four follow up years, basically starting back out as an intern again and got my Neuro badge. There's just something about the brain that fascinates me. With all of our technology, the brain is still the only organ we cannot just replicate and replace. Once the air hits the brain, everything has changed for time and all eternity. It'll never be the same." She took a sip of her tea and continued, " As for why I like Trauma...well...I'm a Trauma Junkie. I started out as a Paramedic many moons ago and my love of fast paced medicine only got worse. I thrive on the fast paced atmosphere and how the patients' outcome depends on how quick I am at my job." (Reply Robbie) (Posted by Kari) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO’s Office - CMO, Williams - 20:17) " As for why I like Trauma...well...I'm a Trauma Junkie. I started out as a Paramedic many moons ago and my love of fast paced medicine only got worse. I thrive on the fast paced atmosphere and how the patients' outcome depends on how quick I am at my job." Andrew smiled at what he heard. “I understand. I feel the same way about zero-g medicine once you get the itch its really hard not to keep scratching it. This is a good ship and due to our unique missions you may get more trauma and neuro they you can shake a stick at. ” (Reply Trommashere) He picked up a PADD in front of him and glanced over it before putting it down. “You are assigned to sickbay as one of the Assistant Chief Medical Officer. You will be working with Dr Kirrin who is the other ACMO on board on a rotating shift pattern along with me and the other doctors that rotate thought the ship. We also have Dr Kirien who is working in medical research. Miss Caras, Miss Hindenburgher and Dr Mias who are part of the counselling staff. The chief nurse in sickbay is nurse Douwsy. I am sure that you will get to meet that all in your own time. Do you have any questions at the moment?” (Reply Trommashere) (Reply Trommashere, any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO’s Office - ACMO, A.O. Windsong-Trommashere - 20:19) “I understand. I feel the same way about zero-g medicine once you get the itch its really hard not to keep scratching it. This is a good ship and due to our unique missions you may get more trauma and neuro they you can shake a stick at. ” Ang nodded, another faint smile crossing her lips. "Thank heavens we figured out how to recreate normal gravity on board a ship. I don't know how twentieth century space explorers did it. I remember reading medical and science reports from that time period; they were excited just to find out mold and bacteria grew in zero-g and how astronauts had to wear pressure suits just so all the blood didn't rush to their skulls causing massive hemorrhagic strokes...but then again, it also would've taken them longer than the lifespan of the astronauts to make it to the end of the galaxy." She shrugged and sat back in her seat, taking a sip of her tea. "It will be nice to work on this ship. I've heard many good things about it. I look forward to stretching my trauma wings again." “You are assigned to sickbay as one of the Assistant Chief Medical Officer. You will be working with Dr Kirrin who is the other ACMO on board on a rotating shift pattern along with me and the other doctors that rotate thought the ship. We also have Dr Kirien who is working in medical research. Miss Caras, Miss Hindenburgher and Dr Mias who are part of the counselling staff. The chief nurse in sickbay is nurse Douwsy. I am sure that you will get to meet that all in your own time. Do you have any questions at the moment?” Angeni nearly spat out her tea at the mention of Dr. Mias. She hadn't seen or heard from him in at least five years. Her ears began ringing and her face flushed violently. She took a long sip from her mug, keeping her expression calm. "Dr. Mias. I haven't heard that name in a hundred moons. I worked with him aboard my first ship. It will be a pleasure to work along side him again. I cannot wait to meet the rest of the medical staff. No, I don't think I have any particular questions. I have my schedule in my quarters and it seems like when you see one sickbay, you've seen them all. I don't have duty tomorrow, but I'll be floating around to get myself familiar with tool location and it'll give me a chance to introduce myself to the main staff. Do you have any questions for me?" (Reply Robbie) (Posted by Kari) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO’s Office - CMO, Andrew Williams - 20:22) "Dr. Mias. I haven't heard that name in a hundred moons. I worked with him aboard my first ship. It will be a pleasure to work along side him again. I cannot wait to meet the rest of the medical staff. No, I don't think I have any particular questions. I have my schedule in my quarters and it seems like when you see one sickbay, you've seen them all. I don't have duty tomorrow, but I'll be floating around to get myself familiar with tool location and it'll give me a chance to introduce myself to the main staff. Do you have any questions for me?" Andrew shook his head. “No that I can think of apart from you need a full physical.” He glanced at the chronometer on the wall. “But it’s a bit late now and I have your last report on file. If you could come back tomorrow at about 0900 we could get it done and then you would be free.” (Reply Trommashere) “I have an open door policy. If you have any issue or concerns then come and see me any time. (Reply Trommashere IYW) Andrew nodded he got up from his seat and extended his hand. “Welcome to the Spectre and it is grate to have you on board.” (Reply Trommashere) (Reply Trommashere,any) (Posted by Robbie) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - ACSO, Ensign (jg) Carmody – 21:12) At the second chime, Carmody heard a voice bid him enter, and the door swooshed open and Carmody stepped inside Captain T’Vhor’s ready room. Almost immediately, Carmody felt a bit of self-consciousness about his uniform, and he glanced down to make sure that it was fitted properly. As Carmody stated who he was and that he was ready for duty, he strode across the room, but was also certain that he was respectful of the captain’s rank and of the protocol involved in approaching a superior officer. "At ease, Ensign", said the Captain, motioning then with his hand for him to take a seat opposite his desk. ”Thank you, sir.” Carmody said, sitting in the proffered chair, remembering to keep his back straight and his hands on his knees. He looked the Vulcan Betazoid Captain in the eye. "Do you have your orders?"asked the Captain. “I do, sir. I am to report to you prepared to serve my duty on this very interesting, by reputation, ship. I am a scientist—an exobotanist by training and inclination-- and though I’m competent in other areas of scientific discipline, including physics, biology, and mathematical and statistical probabilities, my role is to be an explorer, and discover, if I can, intelligent new plant species. I trust that this meets with your mission parameters, Sir.” The Ensign duly handed the PADD he had brought with him to the Captain, who settled back into his chair and began reading through the document with interest his attention settling upon the man’s interest in equines. "You ride?", he asked. Carmody grinned broadly. He very much enjoyed talking about his horses, which were kept in a stable near Swansea, Wales, on Earth. Whenever he got the shore leave long enough and could return to Swansea, he spent as much time as it possibly could on the farm that his parents owned and with the horses he had raised since a child. Many pleasant memories there were of that place, and those wonderful animals. But there were also some bittersweet memories where the horses were involved, owing to his prior experience aboard another vessel in another quadrant of space, and the woman there with whom he had fallen in love, and taught to ride. ”I do, sir. Whenever I get a chance to go home to Earth, I spend as much time as possible with my horses on my parents' farm near Swansea. One of my great pleasures is riding along the coast of the Gower Peninsula, and perhaps take a picnic lunch with me, and if there happens to be an attractive young lady that comes to mind, she might accompany me as well. I spent some beautiful days taking those rides.” Carmody wondered if he ought to tell the Captain of his official position as the clan chieftain of the White Horse Clan, and honor handed down through generations of Carmody’s. He even brought with him his clan sword, Arianrhod, named for the Welsh Goddess of Fate. But then it occurred to him that that was not perhaps a discussion for our first meeting, but may become one later as the two men got to know each other better. The Captain nodded once again. He too once rode horses on a regular basis as a young man, but the demands of the resistance soon took that little enjoyment away. And then came the demands of Starfleet. T'Vhor rarely rode anymore. "I see that your father was a Starfleet Consultant specialising in first contact situations?", asked the Captain. “Yes, sir. He was, and still is, occasionally, though he is, or likes to consider himself, partially retired. Listening to his stories growing up, I learned many things about the strange races of beings that populate the galaxy. It was those stories, indeed, that led me to consider a career in Starfleet as a science officer, which I have now become.” "And you Ensign? What do you hope to achieve during your time aboard the Spectre? She is not what most young officers expect upon leaving the academy, but I can assure you that you will never be left short of a challenge." “Challenges, Sir, are what make science so interesting. There are several ways they could answer this question-- of course, I am also interested in first contact situations, especially when plants are involved. But I’m also interested in making friends, and contributing, not only to the science knowledge of Starfleet, my talents and my skills as an officer aboard a unique ship of the fleet. I have some experience already, sir, aboard a galaxy class starship in another region of the quadrant. That experience will help me here, and my knowledge of situations I experienced there will, I expect, be a great help to me here, and those I work with here.” (Reply T'Vhor) (Posted by Stephen) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor – 21:14) "... I have some experience already, sir, aboard a galaxy class starship in another region of the quadrant. That experience will help me here, and my knowledge of situations I experienced there will, I expect, be a great help to me here, and those I work with here.” said Carmody. The Captain raised an eyebrow at that. A Galaxy class vessel whilst still an academy cadet? "In what capacity were you aboard this vessel, Ensign?", he asked. "I was not aware that Starfleet were in the habit of putting cadets on anything other than training vessels", he added, his mind drifting briefly to the fate of the Garralon and the fact that it had apparently disappeared off the radar again! (Reply Carmody) (Posted by Alan) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - ACSO, Ensign (jg) Carmody – 21:16) "... I have some experience already, sir, aboard a galaxy class starship in another region of the quadrant. That experience will help me here, and my knowledge of situations I experienced there will, I expect, be a great help to me here, and those I work with here.” said Carmody. Carmody noticed that the captain raised his eyebrow, which was a bit of a surprise. But T'Vhor continued. "In what capacity were you aboard this vessel, Ensign?", he asked. "I was not aware that Starfleet were in the habit of putting cadets on anything other than training vessels", he added. "Begging your pardon, sir," Carmody replied. "I should have made that clear to you. I was not a cadet at the time I served on the Ursa Major. I was the chief science officer, with the rank of Lieut. Commander. But I left the ship, and Starfleet, after a personal incident involving my wife, the chief counselor aboard the vessel. It is a fairly long story, and one involving a regrettable lover's triangle and my own near-death at the hands of the Ferengi. Some time afterwards, my wife was assigned as a member of an away team, and she simply disappeared. Of course people were sent to look for her, but she could not be found, and there was no trace. Out of grief and mourning, I left Starfleet and returned to Earth to work on the farm where my horses are kept" Carmody could feel the familiar rise of emotion in him as he thought of losing Susan, and the Federation’s inability to find her. He hoped that the emotion that was stirred in him didn’t show too much. Carmody was aware that he was still fragile. “It wasn't until my daughter asked me why I was no longer on the ship that I realized how much I missed being a science officer. Additionally, a botanist friend of my father's, John Henry Holliday, affectionately called 'Doc,'asked the same thing of me. I had no valid answer for them, and when my longing to return to space returned, I reenlisted, and ended up in the Academy as a new cadet." (Reply T'Vhor) (Posted by Stephen) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor – 21:19) The Captain listened to Carmody's explanation of his time aboard the Ursa Major with interest, but questions still remained nonetheless. His closing statement had only compounded things further in the Captain's mind. Established officer's, whether currently serving or not did not normally have to go through the academy all over again, for they had proven themselves worthy the first time around. Were there unlisted extenuating circumstances? Was Carmody just super efficient, or did he just have some other reason for wanting to spend all that time under tuition again? For now the Captain chose to put that matter out of his mind and return to it at a later time, perhaps a discussion with the Ensign's instructors might suffice? Either way it would certainly provide more answers. "I see", said the Captain. "It is not normal protocol to attend the academy twice. I can therefore only assume that you must have had your reasons", he added before returning the PADD towards the ACSO and then instructing him of his next course of action, even though he very much suspected that Carmody would already know the routine anyway, given his time aboard the Ursa Major and all. "Quarters have been assigned to you on deck Six, Ensign. Your combadge has been programmed to our communications system and Lieutenant Palmer is your immediate superior. Please report in to him at your earliest convenience", said the Captain. (Reply Carmody) The Captain nodded accordingly. "You are dismissed Ensign", he said, standing to extend a hand across the table in a customery Human greeting. "Welcome aboard the Spectre. I trust that you will find your tour with us... rewarding", he offered, before retaking his seat, the new Science Officer then turning about and heading for the door. (Reply Carmody) (Posted by Alan) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room – ACSO, Ensign Carmody – 21:21) Carmody knew that his explanation for what had happened was probably woefully insufficient. He had told the truth, as a good officer would. The problem was that he had not told all of the truth. He couldn't. Some of it he didn't remember, but some of it was a dark truth that lay deeply buried in his memory, and deeply buried in the records of the now decommissioned Ursa Major, the ship that he had once proudly served. Captain T'Vhor was no fool. Behind his impassive expression, Carmody could see the questions forming in the man's mind. It made Carmody intensely uncomfortable, but he wouldn't say more, not now. He couldn't. "I see", said the Captain. "It is not normal protocol to attend the academy twice. I can therefore only assume that you must have had your reasons", he added. Carmody remained impassive, only just nodding slightly in acknowledgement. The Captain returned the PADD he had been studying. Carmody took a deep, silent breath of relief. Whatever the Captain might have suspected, whatever questions he might have, would not be broached in this interview. For that, Carmody was grateful. "Quarters have been assigned to you on deck Six, Ensign. Your combadge has been programmed to our communications system and Lieutenant Palmer is your immediate superior. Please report in to him at your earliest convenience", said the Captain. “Yes, Sir,” Carmody replied. “I'm looking forward to serving aboard this vessel.” The Captain nodded accordingly. "You are dismissed Ensign", he said. He extended his hand as a human would, in a greeting of peace. "Welcome aboard the Spectre. I trust that you will find your tour with us... rewarding.” “Thank you, Captain. Let the adventures begin.” Carmody had no idea why he said that ridiculous cliché. He winced inwardly, but the Captain had already returned to his work. Carmody turned and strode out of the Ready Room, looking to find Lieutenant Palmer. (Reply T'Vhor, IYW) (Posted by Stephen) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room – CO, Captain T'Vhor – 21:45) So the Admiral had gone underground! This left the Captain of the Spectre with somewhat a quandry, his main ally in the evolving story of Madon now being all but unobtainable. The disk had revealed that nobody connected with him at Starfleet could be trusted now, not even the recipient of his normal channel of communication. Indeed, T'Vhor had suspected that the aide he'd spoken to had not been all she had seemed, and that his office had been compromised. What now though? The Captain's orders right now were to proceed from Starbase 19 to Sigma Draconis, the last known coordinates of the ATV Garralon. Alexander had informed him, via the covert information contained on the disk that a Cadet serving aboard the Garralon had transmitted a signal detailing that the ship had been compromised by what appeared to be an organism of some sort, and that the organism itself had taken the form of a symbiote held within one of the Humanoids on the ship! There had also been mention of a cybernetic organism, possibly linked to the Obsidian Orders mysterious, though unconfirmed 'Venom' project. T'Vhor knew that the first part of this puzzle was certainly Madon's M.O, her calling card if you like, and if another Geneva incident was already transpiring under Starfleets very nose it could only spell great trouble. The Venom aspect though was new to the Captain. There had been many rumours in the past of course, a relentless killing machine that dwarfed even the Borg, rumoured to have been created via a bastard liason between the Cardassian and Romulan military, but nonetheless confirmed. Could this be the 'Venom' that Alexander had been referring to, or was it something else? The Captain held the disk in his hand just for a moment or two, rotating it over and over between two fingers as he contemplated the infromation it contained. Windsong-Tromashere's words though were already resonating in his mind. 'The disk will dissolve immediately, but the case seals itself shut.' Dare he make a copy of the disk for further use? No, it was too risky.... The Captain replaced the disk into the case from whence it came, and closed the lid. A slight hiss issued forth as the activant was released and the disk dissolved into nothing. The Captain then picked up a PADD on the table, the names of the recent new arrivals still displayed upon it. They had all been logged in now, the quartermaster having issued them their equipment and assigned them quarters. None though had yet reported in for the routine physical and psyche evaluations required of all new officers arriving on active duty, and with that in mind, the Captain opened a channel to Commander Williams. "Captain to the CMO", he stated. (Reply Williams) "We have a number of new arrivals on board Andrew", he began, referring to the Commander by his first name now as he often did, "make sure that they are passed medically fit for duty as soon as you are able and then have them report to Ensign Caras for psyche evaluation also", he added. "I want this crew on top form for our next mission. It may prove to be somewhat... taxing" (Reply Williams) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – CMO, Andrew Williams – 21:50) Andrew was sitting at the nurse station looking through the preliminary medical reports of the new arrivals. He preferred to sitting here with the hustle and bustle of sickbay around him rather then in his quiet office. He sipped a cup of Ornaran tea. =^=Captain to the CMO=^= ”Williams here Captain what can I do for you?” =^=We have a number of new arrivals on board Andrew make sure that they are passed medically fit for duty as soon as you are able and then have them report to Ensign Caras for psyche evaluation also want this crew on top form for our next mission. It may prove to be somewhat... taxing=^= Andrew nodded to himself. “Not a problem. I have every bodies preliminary medical reports and I am going through them now. I will also be doing the thorough physical in the morning.” (Reply T’Vhor) NRPG: There can be more if you want. RPG: He waited until T’Vhor had closed the connection and then tapped his comm badge to open a new comm channel. “Williams to Caras” (Reply Caras) “The Captain wants you to do a physiological review of the new arrives after I have done their physical. I have there preliminary reports here. Do you want to go over them now?” (Reply Caras) (Reply T’Vhor, Caras) (Posted by Robbie) ===================================================================== Mission: Docked Day: 2 Stardate: 2414.10.09 (Spectre – Hydroponics – CPO, Nurse Douwsy - 05:00) She stood in the center of the hydroponics with her head bowed and eyes closed. Her breath misted as she breathed steadily and goose pimples were visible on her exposed arms. She could spend as much time as she liked there mainly when no one else was around and it also helped her relax after a difficult day or before a shift in sickbay where anything could happen. She felt the coldness of the soil creped into her feet and realized that she had stood there for longer then she had imagined as her mind had wandered. “Computer play Douwsy 45.” The computer beeped and the suddenly the room was filled with the rapid pulsing sound of what she could only explain as Klingon drum and base. She did not know what the words meant but she did not care all she needed was the rhythm which was fast. She began nodding to the beat as the music flowed over her. She had turned the up loud so that she could cocoon her self in its noise. She did not worry about wakening any one else as the room was sound proofed and she had been told that plants liked music but she was not sure if Klingon drum and base would count. She began to move through slow practiced movement that she had been taught years ago while at. As the music sped up her moves became faster and faster. Her kicks and punches merged with her blocks and throws until it was almost a blur. Her hand darted out to block an imaginary punch as her other hand snaked out to slapped her imagery enemy in the ear to disorientate him. She side stepped as she kicked out with her leg that would have broken his knee cap dropping him to the floor. A knee to the face and a strike to the throat and her imaginary enemy was dead on the floor. She stopped breathing heavily and covered in sweat. She looked at her hand that was hard against the soft soil. She went through the routine to remind her about what she had lost and gained to protect her self. =^=Marshal to Douwsy=^= The music automatically turned off as the comm call came in. “Douwsy here.” =^=Sorry to bother you but we got the Smith tribe in Sickbay and they have had a skin full. They seam to have been enjoying their shore leave rather a lot.=^= She grabbed a towel and started to dry her self off. “Are they vomiting and machismo yet?” =^= No but they are wanting their favorite green nurses to look after them=^= She could hear the grin in Marshal’s voice as she gave a chuckle. “Tell them if they don’t behave we will give them colonoscopies to see if we can find their bring coz its not in their skulls.” =^=Right you are. Okay you lot you hear the Chief Nurse Douwsy. If you don’t pack it in right now and behave we will use a big rod find your non existent brains which appear to be up your…=^= Douwsy grinned as the comm channel mercifully cut off before she could hear Marshal’s very descriptive explanation of what would happen to them and headed for the door. (Reply Any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Deck 6 - Recreation - CSO Lt. Jg. Kurt Palmer - 07:30) For years Kurt had been interested in the Vulcan martial art known as Suus Mahna. Before the last mission he received word one of the crewmen in security had organized a class that met once a week early in morning. Kurt, having very little experience with this sort of thing, was having trouble keeping up in his first class; He felt four steps behind everyone else the entire time. The students finished their final steps. The instructor had a small frame but seemed to be in incredible shape. She gathered everyone around for a post-lesson pep talk. The petite woman spoke very eloquently reassuring the mixed group that Suus Mahna takes years to master. They were dismissed and slowly trickled out into the corridor a few at a time. Frustrated and energized, Kurt gathered his things and exited with a cordial 'thank you' to the instructor. On his way out, the science chief found himself chatting with one of his fellow classmates, who seemed to be a regular of the early morning class. (Reply None) (Posted by Cody) (USS Spectre - Deck 2- Kurt's quarters - CSO Lt. Jg. Kurt Palmer - 07:45) Kurt arrived at his quarters his frustration now replaced by a feeling of mental centeredness after the martial arts lesson. He removed his sweat soaked CSO Palmer PT gear then shuffled to the replicator and stood for a moment in his Starfleet issued underclothes and pondered what he would have for breakfast. He had little more than an hour to report to the bridge. It was at this point that he realized just how early he had woken up ~Definitely start with a coffee...~ (Reply, none) ((Post by Cody)) (USS Spectre - Bridge, Science station - CSO Lt. Jg. Kurt Palmer - 08:58) The science chief was seated in his usual chair on the bridge. His team was finishing up sensor calibrations and other odd jobs. The LCARS in front of him flashed and rearranged to display the results of a diagnostic he had just finished. Kurt swiveled to access another control panel as a new face approached. The officer stiffened and formally introduced himself. Kurt stood. "Welcome aboard Ensign." He smiled "Unfortunately and fortunately there isn't too much excitement going on right now. Has Captain T'Vhor briefed you on our current mission?" The Carmody responded plainly. "I trust we will have a lot to document and study moving forward. We have a lot of sensor information from our last destination; not too many Starfleet vessels have the opportunity to study Cardassian space." “I am looking forward to it too, Sir." Carmody started excitedly. Kurt couldn't help but grin as his new colleague continued. It wasn't very long ago that Kurt was in the same position. "Well, your first order won't be too terribly exciting. I'll ask that you stop by sickbay immediately for a physical." “I was afraid of that. But I’m all too familiar with the ritual of reporting to sick bay for an evaluation before beginning my duties. Should I see anyone in particular?” "The entire staff is top notch down there. The first available would be your best bet, I imagine they'll have a lot on their hands right now." “That I will do, Sir. And I promise not to make a fuss about it.” Kurt smiled, and dismissed the new officer. The stout officer took a few steps towards the turbolift. "Ensign..." Kurt raised his voice slightly to catch Carmody's attention before he got to the lift. "I'm going to try to meet with another member of our team for a late lunch. You're welcomed to join." (Reply, Carmody) "I'll contact you shortly." (Reply, Carmody) ((Post by Cody)) (Starbase 19 - USS Spectre - Bridge - ACSO, Ensign (jg) Stephen Carmody – 09:00) As requested by the Captain, Carmody intended to find and introduce himself to the Chief Science Officer and Second Officer of the vessel as soon as he reasonably could do so. But he had some things to do with straightening out his quarters, and getting his access codes before you do anything else, and by the time he’d finished with those activities, it was late and he was very tired, as he belatedly discovered. Consequently, Carmody determined that the beginning of the new workday would be the most appropriate time to meet his new boss. Bright and early, after having some tea and a replicated blueberry scone, which wasn’t all that tasty, comedy exited the turbolift at the bridge, where he had determined that the Chief would be. Carmody found him sitting in the seat next to the Captain’s chair, presumably going over some checklists in preparation for undocking. Before Carmody announced his intention, he took a moment to look at his new boss, the man with whom he would be working closely for the foreseeable future. As he was sitting, Carmody could not determine the man’s height, but Carmody was surprised at his relative thinness. Carmody, of course, knew that he was somewhat stout in stature, weighing in at close to 200 pounds. Palmer, on the other hand, had to be at least 50 pounds less. But he has some stunning physical features that were most prominent, and Carmody zeroed in on these-- sharp and piercing blue eyes set in an angular face that defined a profile of leadership. Immediately, Carmody straightened himself into a more erect posture, cleared his throat, and approached the Second Officer. “Ensign Carmody reporting for duty, Sir.” (Reply Palmer) “Yes, sir. I am familiar with that operation.” (Reply Palmer) “I am looking forward to it too, Sir. There is a lot about this region of space that is unfamiliar to me, and it will be interesting to discover some of these unfamiliar things.” (Reply Palmer) “I was afraid of that. But I’m all too familiar with the ritual of reporting to sick bay for an evaluation before beginning my duties. Should I see anyone in particular?” (Reply Palmer) “That I will do, Sir. And I promise not to make a fuss about it.” Carmody wasn’t sure if he should have added this last part, but it seemed fitting to him at the time. As he was dismissed, Carmody strode back to the turbolift door, and ordered the computer to take him to Deck 3, where sick bay was located. (Reply Palmer) (Posted by Stephen) (USS Spectre - Bridge, Science station - CSO Lt. Jg. Kurt Palmer - 10:15) ~That'll do the trick.~ Kurt grinned feeling pleased with himself. He turned in his chair to look out at the rest of the activity on the bridge. Then he collected his things before giving the other science officer on duty a tap on the shoulder. "If you would check these levels every so often, I have a few things to take care of. I want to make sure our updates to the system don't go wrong." The officer acknowledged and Kurt exited to the science department. (Reply, Riya, any) ((Post by Cody)) (USS Spectre - Deck 6 - Arboretum - CSO Lt. Jg. Kurt Palmer - 10:30) The doors opened to the large well lit arboretum. He was hoping to find Lieutenant Riya. He at the door straining from one side to the other. He finally spotted her. "Ah Lieutenant!" He moved towards her (Reply, Riya) "I'm afraid we got off on the wrong foot. I wondered if you would join myself and our brand new ensign Carmody for lunch." (Reply, Riya) He glanced at the chronometer in the corner "Say around... 1300?" (Reply, Riya, any) ((Post by Cody)) (USS Spectre - Deck 4 - CSO's Office - CSO Lt. Jg. Kurt Palmer - 11:28) Kurt walked around to sit at his desk. He had made his rounds on this deck after his visit to the arboretum. He checked in on his terminal momentarily then tapped his commbadge. "Palmer to Carmody." (Reply, Carmody) "Regarding lunch, would you be free around 1300 this afternoon?" (Reply, Carmody) ((Post by Cody)) ===================================================================