USS Spectre Compile - October 1st-31st 2009 by Alan Reading ========================================================================= Mission: The Gates of Prometheus Day: 121 Stardate: 2408.06.08 (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - Ensign Durgil - 20:24) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - ACEO, Ensign Slok - 20:25) ========================================================================= Mission: The Gates of Prometheus Day: 122 Stardate: 2408.06.09 (USS Spectre – Captain's Ready Room – TAC/ASC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps – 13:04) (USS Spectre – Captain's Ready Room – CO, Captain T'Vhor – 13:05) (USS Spectre – Ready Room – TAC/ASC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps – 13:06) (USS Spectre – Captain's Ready Room – CO, Captain T'Vhor – 13:07) (USS Spectre – Ready Room – TAC/ASC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps – 13:08) (USS Spectre – Captain's Ready Room – CO, Captain T'Vhor – 13:09) (USS Spectre – Ready Room – TAC/ASC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps – 13:10) (USS Spectre – Captain's Ready Room – CO, Captain T'Vhor – 13:12) (USS Spectre – Ready Room – TAC/SC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps – 13:13) ========================================================================= Mission: The Gates of Prometheus Day 123 Stardate 2408.06.10 (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Lt Isengard - 00:02) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 00:03) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Lt Isengard - 00:06) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 00:08) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room – Lt Isengard - 00:10) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room – CO, Captain T'Vhor - 00:11) (USS Spectre - Deck Four Research Station - Ensign jg Harry McKnight - 00:22) (USS Spectre - Captain's Quarters - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 10:14) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 10:20) (USS Spectre – Bridge – FO, Williams – 10:40) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 10:42) ========================================================================= Mission: The Opened Gates of Prometheus Day: 1 Stardate: 2413.09.08 (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Lieutenant (jg) Dinnica Roil - 10:30) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – FO, Williams - 10:32) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – Doctor Dinnica Roil - 10:33) (USS Spectre - Counselor's Office - Lieutenant JG, Mathew Santiago - 11:00) (USS Spectre - Counselor's Office - Councellor, Ensign JG George K Samhan - 11:01) (USS Spectre - Counselor's Office - Lieutenant JG, Mathew Santiago - 11:02) (USS Spectre - Counselor's Office - Counselor Samhan - 11:03) (USS Spectre - Counselor's Office - Lt. JG Matthew Santiago - 11:05) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 11:37) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Lt. Cmdr Will Banowsky - 12:00) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 12:03) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 12:05) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Lt. Cmdr Banowsky - 12:06) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 12:07) ======================================================================== Mission: The Opened Gates of Prometheus Day: 2 Stardate: 2413.09.09 (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 00:42) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – FO, Williams - 10:00) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – Doctor Dinnica Roil - 10:01) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – FO, Williams - 10:04) ======================================================================== Mission: The Opened Gates of Prometheus Day: 16 Stardate: 2413.09.23 (USS Spectre - Harry McKnight's Quarters - Ensign JG Harry McKnight - 04:00) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 04:30) (USS Spectre - Bridge – FO, Williams - 04:33) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room 1 - Lt Walker Isengard - 04:35) (USS Spectre – Bridge – TAC/SC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps – 04:38) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room 1 - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 04:40) (USS Spectre – Bridge – FO, Williams – 04:41) (USS Spectre – Bridge – TAC/SC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps – 04:43) (USS Spectre – Bridge – FO, Williams – 04:46) (Khitomer - Conference Hall, Main lobby - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 04:47) (Khitomer - Conference Hall, Main Hall - Lieutenant Walker Isengard - 04:50) (Khitomer – Conference Hall – CO, Captain T'Vhor – 04:55) (Shuttle Hyperion - Crew Compartment - ACSO, Ensign Teverine Tolqu - 05:10) (USS Spectre – Transporter Room 2 – ACSO, Ensign Teverine Tolqu - 05:12) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign JG Harry McKnight - 05:20) (USS Spectre – Astrophysics Lab – ACSO, Ensign Teverine Tolqu - 05:20) (USS Spectre – Astrophysics Lab – ACSO Lt. (jg) Carlyle Deston - 05:20) (USS Spectre – Bridge – TAC/SC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 05:21) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign jg Harry McKnight - 05:23) (USS Spectre – Bridge – TAC/SC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 05:24) (USS Spectre – Astrophysics Lab – ACSO Cadet Teverine Tolqu – 05:26) (USS Spectre – Astrophysics Lab – ACSO Lt. (jg) Carlyle Deston – 05:30) (Shuttlecraft Aristotle - Cockpit - Ensign JG Quinn Beckett - 05:30) (USS Spectre – Astrophysics Lab – ACSO, Ensign Teverine Tolqu – 05:33) (USS Spectre - Deck 4 Corridor – Ensign jg, Teverine Tolqu - 05:45) (USS Spectre – Corridor Outside Astrophysics Lab, Deck 4 – ACSO Lt. (jg) Carl Deston – 05:45) (Khitomer - Conference Hall - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 05:47) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign JG Quinn Beckett - 05:55) (USS Spectre - Bridge - FO, Williams - 06:00) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ops, Ensign jg Quinn Beckett - 06:01) (USS Spectre – FO's Office - FO, Williams - 06:03) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ops, Ensign jg Quinn Beckett - 06:04) (USS Spectre – FO's Office - FO, Williams - 06:05) (USS Spectre – FO's Office - Ensign JG Quinn Beckett - 06:07) (USS Spectre – FO's Office - FO, Williams - 06:10) (USS Spectre – FO's Office - Ensign JG Quinn Beckett - 06:12) (Khitomer - Conference Hall - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 06:13) (USS Spectre - Deck 6, Tolqu’s Quarters - ACSO, Ensign Teverine Toqu - 07:50) (USS Spectre - Beckett's Personal Quarters - Ops Officer, Ensign JG Beckett - 07:50) (USS Spectre - Deck 6, Corridor - ACSO, Ensign jg Teverine Tolqu - 08:00) (USS Spectre - Deck 6, Corridor - Ops Officer Ensign jg, Quinn Beckett - 08:00) (USS Spectre – Deck 6 Corridor – ACSO Ensign Teverine Tolqu - 08:04) (USS Spectre – Ten Forward – ACSO, Ensign jg, Teverine Tolqu - 08:15) (USS Spectre – Ten Forward – Ops Officer, Ensign JG Beckett - 08:16) (USS Spectre – Ten Forward – ACSO, Ensign Teverine Tolqu - 08:26) (USS Spectre – Ten Forward – Ensign JG Quinn Beckett - 08:27) (USS Spectre – Ten Forward – ACSO Ensign Teverine Tolqu - 08:30) (USS Spectre – Deck 16 – ACSO, Ensign jg Teverine Tolqu - 10:00) (USS Spectre – Deck 6 Tolqu’s Quarters – ACSO, Ensign jg Teverine Tolqu - 10:04) (USS Spectre – Deck 3, Sickbay – ACSO, Ensign jg Teverine Tolqu - 10:10) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – Nurse Douwsy – 10:13) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – ACSO, Ensign Teverine Tolqu – 10:14) (Khitomer - Waiting Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor and Dr Sam Gunnell - 10:22) (Khitomer - Waiting Room – Lt Walker Isengard - 10:28) (Khitomer - Conference Hall Lobby - CO, Captain T'Vhor and Admiral Xavior Durant - 12:05) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 19:25) (USS Spectre - Bridge – FO, Williams - 19:28) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Lt. Commander Will Banowsky - 20:20) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 20:21) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Lt. Commander Will Banowsky - 20:23) (USS Spectre – Bridge – FO, Williams - 20:30) (USS Spectre – Bridge – Lt. Commander Will Banowsky - 20:31) (USS Spectre – Bridge – FO, Williams - 20:33) (USS Spectre – Bridge – Lt. Cmdr Banowsky - 20:34) (USS Spectre - Chief Security Officer's Office - Lt. Commander Banowsky - 22:30) (USS Spectre - Chief Security Officer's Office – TAC/SC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 22:31) (USS Spectre - Chief Security Officer's Office – Lt. Commander Will Banowsky - 22:33) (USS Spectre - Chief Security Officer's Office – TAC/SC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 22:35) (USS Spectre - Chief Security Officer's Office – Lt. Cmdr Will Banowsky - 22:35) ======================================================================== Mission: The Opened Gates of Prometheus Day:17 Stardate: 2413.09.24 (Khitomer - Northern Mountains - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 07:15) (Khitomer - Northern Mountains - CO, Captain T`Vhor - 08:12) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 14:00) (USS Spectre - Bridge – CONN, Pilot Officer Smith - 14:02) ======================================================================== Mission: None Day: Stardate:2413.09.25 (Khitomer - Research Block 9 - Doctor Samantha Gunnell - 12:13) ======================================================================== Mission: R and R Day: 1 Stardate 2413.10.11 (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 14:32) (USS Spectre - Bridge – CONN, Pilot Officer Smith - 14:37) (USS Spectre - Deck 4 - Astrophysics Lab – ACSO Lt. (jg) Carl Deston – 15:30) (USS Spectre - Deck 4 - CSO's Office – ACSO Lt. (jg) Carl Deston – 15:35) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – FO, Williams – 18:30) (USS Spectre - Beckett's Personal Quarters - Ensign JG Beckett - 20:45) (USS Spectre - Tolqu's Personal Quarters - Ensign JG Tolqu/Ensign JG Beckett - 20:47) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room 2 - Ensign JG Tolqu/Ensign JG Beckett - 20:55) (Starbase 24 – Red Robin’s Club - Ensign JG Tolqu/Ensign JG Beckett - 21:08) (Starbase 24 - Callahan's Bar - Lt(jg) Walker Isengard - 21:09) (Starbase 24 - Recreation Pool 7 – FO, Williams – 21:50) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Lt. JG Matthew Santiago - 21:58) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Counselor Samhan - 22:00) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - LT. JG Santiago - 22:02) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Counselor Samhan - 22:03) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Lt. JG Santiago - 22:03) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Counselor Samhan - 22:05) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Lt. JG Santiago - 22:06) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Counselor Samhan - 22:07) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Lt. JG Santiago - 22:08) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Counselor Samhan -22:09) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Lt. JG Santiago - 22:10) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Counselor Samhan - 22:11) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Lt. JG Santiago - 22:13) (USS Roadrunner - Deck 4 - Forward Observation Lounge – FO, Williams – 22:31) ======================================================================== Mission: R and R Day: 2 Stardate 2413.10.12 (USS Roadrunner - Deck 2 – CO's Quarters – FO, Williams – 05:00) (USS Spectre - Personal Quarters – ACSO Lt. (jg) Carl Deston – 05:45) (Starbase 24 – Temporary quarters - Lt(jg) Walker Isengard – 06:20) (Starbase 24 - Brig - Ensign JG Tolqu/Ensign JG Beckett - 06:30) (Starbase 24 - Brig - FO, Williams - 06:41) (Starbase 24 - Brig - ACSO, Ensign Teverine Tolqu - 06:43) (Starbase 24 - Brig - Acting CSO Lt. (jg) Carl Deston - 06:44) (Starbase 24 - Brig - Ensign JG, Quinn Beckett - 06:45) (USS Spectre - Captain's Quarters - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 06:45) (Starbase 24 - Brig - ACSO, Ensign Teverine Tolqu - 06:46) (USS Spectre - Captain's Quarters - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 07:30) (Starbase 24 – Medical Facility – FO, Williams - 07:33) (Starbase 24 – Brig medical – FO, Williams - 07:40) ======================================================================== Mission: The Gates of Prometheus Day: 121 Stardate: 2408.06.08 (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - Ensign Durgil - 20:24) 'Plomik soup is but one Vulcan delicacy. If you are partial to soups, you may wish to try Shur t'bertakk, it is particularly tasteful with Kreila.... which is akin to your bread" "Sounds interesting. I'll have to give it a try sometime." Aldlar glanced around. The room still had the silent factor about it, but it no longer seemed like a barrier to be avoided. Now that he was comfortable with his stomach full, it seemed a rather cozy kind of quiet. He didn't want to break it, and remained silent. (Reply, Slok, any) (Posted By: John) (USS Spectre - Ten Forward - ACEO, Ensign Slok - 20:25) Slok took another sip of his root beer and wondered what other crewmembers might think of his partaking of such a strange, unvulcan like beverage. The group in the corner had continued with their game playing the entire time the two engineers had discussed things, the Trill now seemingly having amassed a pretty profit, much to the dismay of her opponents, Slok pondered her routine and wondered if she used a particular formula. Perhaps he might join her sometime to see. As for Ensign Durgil, he seemed to be simply enjoying the atmosphere now and had relaxed, quite possibly for the first time since he had come aboard. A question hovered in the Vulcan's mind, a query about the latest mark IV invertors in the primary shunts of the warp intercooler... then he thought better of it. The newly arrived Durgil looked as though he did not want to engage at this precise moment in time and so the question remained unasked. Slok took another ssip of the root beer, then he watched as the gaming party stood and left ten forward. (Reply Durgil IYW, Any) (Posted by Alan) ========================================================================= Mission: The Gates of Prometheus Day: 122 Stardate: 2408.06.09 (USS Spectre – Captain's Ready Room – TAC/ASC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps – 13:04) "Calvin, please... take a seat", said the Captain as he stood and then moved towards the replicator. "Can I get you anything to drink?", he asked. Calvin took the much needed seat. His body still ached from the medical procedures and the invasion of the Borg nanites. “Yes please, a Kolar Tea.” Captain T’Vhor walked back to his desk and handed the tea over to Calvin. Lt Cmdr Capps took the small white cup and sipped the tea. Kolar Tea was always served hot. "How are you feeling Calvin?", asked the Captain, genuinely concerned now for his friends health. “I am able to focus on my work, but physically I am still drained. My body is still in a synch of pain and ache. I have been released on ‘light duty’ only.” (reply T’Vhor) (posted by Calvin) (USS Spectre – Captain's Ready Room – CO, Captain T'Vhor – 13:05) The Lieutenant Commander took a sip of his tea, then he shifted in his seat slightly before answering the question the CO had posed. “I am able to focus on my work, but physically I am still drained. My body is still in a synch of pain and ache. I have been released on ‘light duty’ only.”, he had answered. The Captain nodded accordingly and then brought his hands together on the desk before him. "I have a proposition for you Calvin", said the Captain. (Reply Capps) "Perhaps not immediately considering the Doctors 'light duty' order, but I would like you to take over Security as Chief.... if you would like the position of course?", said the Captain. (Reply Capps) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre – Ready Room – TAC/ASC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps – 13:06) "I have a proposition for you Calvin", said the Captain. Calvin immediately focused his attention completely on the Captain’s words following. He leaned a little closer to the desk in front of him. “Sir?” "Perhaps not immediately considering the Doctors 'light duty' order, but I would like you to take over Security as Chief.... if you would like the position of course?", said the Captain. Calvin heard the words and leaned back in the chair. He took a deep breath in through his nose and let it out calmly through his mouth. A Chief position was a large duty. Calvin had held Chief positions and First Officer positions previously. There was no light load when it came to being the head of a department. Other than his very recent injuries, there was no doubt that Calvin was ready to step back into the head position of a department. He was excited about the opportunity, and needed no more time to think about it. “I accept the position. As you said, my current injuries limit my physical abilities but I am able to begin any backed up paper work immediatley.” (reply T’Vhor) (posted by Calvin) (USS Spectre – Captain's Ready Room – CO, Captain T'Vhor – 13:07) For a brief moment there, the Captain had thought that the Security officer might well turn down the offer to lead the department, not that he would have thought less of him for doing so of course, it was an offer after all, and by definition that offer could be refused. As it was though it was not refused. "I accept the position", said Capps, "As you said, my current injuries limit my physical abilities but I am able to begin any backed up paper work immediatley”, he added. "Excellent", said the Captain, I will ensure that to start with, paper is the heaviest thing that you need to deal with", he added, referring now to Capps' mention of backed up paperwork. (Reply Capps, IYW) "So, how is Lieutenant Deston? I have checked his Starfleet record and note that he is indeed a legitimate Starfleet officer, attached to the Boudicca as he states", said the Captain. (Reply Capps) "Obviously, we can not correlate his story of having been kidnapped from the future, his file though implies a man of virtue and honour. Not exactly the kind of man to make things up", said the Captain. (Reply Capps) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre – Ready Room – TAC/ASC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps – 13:08) "Excellent", said the Captain, “I will ensure that to start with, paper is the heaviest thing that you need to deal with.” “Thank you for your kind consideration, Captain,” Calvin thought about all the paper work he just agreed to take on. Reports, schedules, meetings, daily decisions… "So, how is Lieutenant Deston? I have checked his Starfleet record and note that he is indeed a legitimate Starfleet officer, attached to the Boudicca as he states", said the Captain. “Interesting,” Calvin took a quick moment to gather his thoughts. “Lieutenant Deston has been restricted to the quarters we assigned him. We have continued to question him, and his story matches each time. Which brings me to his story of being kidnapped by the Borg.” "Obviously, we can not correlate his story of having been kidnapped from the future, his file though implies a man of virtue and honour. Not exactly the kind of man to make things up", said the Captain. “With the information you have just given me, do we wish to trust the lieutenant and allow him to have restricted duties?” the new Security Chief suggested. “I feel comfortable to allow this. We can give him low priority duties and watch his movement for any suspicious behavior.” (reply T’Vhor) (posted by Calvin) (USS Spectre – Captain's Ready Room – CO, Captain T'Vhor – 13:09) The Captain pondered the Chiefs suggestion, it seemed to be a safe bet, after all, Lieutenant Deston was hardly the type to have been willingly working for the Borg and his Starfleet record did not particularly signify him to be a risk in any way, shape or form. T'Vhor gave a quick nod to the suggestion, then he followed it up verbally. "Lieutenant Deston is a Science Officer, his immediate speciality is Science so.....I shall assign him to help out in Engineering", said the Captain. (Reply Capps) "It is unlikely that Lieutenant Deston is a traitor in any manner at all. However, it can not be categorically ruled out at this point", said the Captain, "if one suspects that the fox, skilled in killing, will eat all of the hens, then we do not put the fox in a place where it's speciality is most easily utilized", he added. (Reply Capps) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre – Ready Room – TAC/ASC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps – 13:10) "Lieutenant Deston is a Science Officer, his immediate specialty is Science so.....I shall assign him to help out in Engineering", said the Captain. “Engineering sir?” Calvin pondered the logic the half Vulcan was following. "It is unlikely that Lieutenant Deston is a traitor in any way, shape or form. However, it can not be categorically ruled out at this point", said the Captain, "if one suspects that the fox, skilled in killing, will eat all of the hens, then we do not put the fox in a place where it's specialty is most easily utilized", he added. “Ah, I understand.” Calvin said following the logic of Captain T’Vhor. “We will be able to monitor him and I will keep you updated regularly.” (reply T’Vhor) “I think we will be able to reach a verdict quickly, and allow him to begin his regular duties.” (reply T’Vhor) (posted by Calvin) (USS Spectre – Captain's Ready Room – CO, Captain T'Vhor – 13:12) Lieutenant Commander Capps was a little unsure at first of just what the CO had meant about Deston's assignment, once the Captain had explained further with his 'Fox' orientated analogy. “Ah, I understand...we will be able to monitor him and I will keep you updated regularly”, said Capps. "Precisely", said the Captain, "I would imagine a day or two to be certain, do you concur?" The Lieutenant Commander nodded and then answered the query. “I think we will be able to reach a verdict quickly, and allow him to begin his regular duties.” The Captain nodded and then settled into his chair. "So, I will amend the ships roster to show you as our new chief of Security, you may begin whenever you feel ready to do so", said the Captain, "but be sure to report to the Doctor if you begin experiencing anything unusual physically", he added. (Reply Capps) "Very well, you are dismissed Lieutenant Commander", said the Captain. (Reply Capps) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre – Ready Room – TAC/SC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps – 13:13) "So, I will amend the ships roster to show you as our new chief of Security, you may begin whenever you feel ready to do so", said the Captain, "but be sure to report to the Doctor if you begin experiencing anything unusual physically", he added. “Aye sir.” Calvin simply agreed. "Very well, you are dismissed Lieutenant Commander", said the Captain. “Thank you sir. You have a nice day.” Calvin stood from the chair and placed the cup with his drink in it back into the replicator. He turned and left the Ready Room feeling good about his new position. (reply none) (posted by Calvin) ========================================================================= Mission: The Gates of Prometheus Day 123 Stardate 2408.06.10 (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Lt Isengard - 00:02) "Concerns? I think not. Indeed, I am glad that you have chosen to inform me of all of this, it answers a great many questions", said the Captain. "If starfleet command feels that you are fit for duty, then who am I but a lowly Captain to defy their decisions", he added. Walker quirked an eyebrow, then nodded his head once. "I do however have one question for you" the Captain said, a moment later. "Of course, Captain." Isengard said. "Do 'you' feel that you are fit for duty?" ~My, what an interesting question.~ Walker had to stop himself from grinning in dark amusement. "I never doubted my fitness for duty, Captain." he said after a moments thought. "My conscience is clear, we did what we had to do, and I would do so again." (reply: if desired) (posted by Trout) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 00:03) The Betazoid had seemed somewhat surprised by the Captain's last question, for a moment he had appeared to hover over a response, perhaps processing it's deeper meanings as he did so. There were none of course, it had merely been a logical progression from his own statement regarding Starfleet's opinion that he was fit for duty. "Do 'you' feel that you are fit for duty?", the Captain had asked. "I never doubted my fitness for duty, Captain.......My conscience is clear, we did what we had to do, and I would do so again.", he answered. The Captain pursed his lips and then nodded. It was the right answer to the question of course, the Lieutenant's morals, regardless of the tasks that had been assigned to him during the civil war, seemed intact. Only time would tell if that were a correct assumption. The Captain switched tact now though, focusing in on the Lieutenants Starfleet background as he did so. When he himself had arrived as the Spectre's new First Officer, Isengard had transferred off soon after, so consequently he had barely got to know the man, his background had only now become available to him via the priviledge of rank. "I note that you have served as a starfleet officer within Security for a total of thirteen years Lieutenant", he stated, "do you see yourself moving from the department and into command perhaps?", he asked, noting a certain similarity in both of their progression paths through Starfleet. (Reply Isengard) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Lt Isengard - 00:06) "I note that you have served as a starfleet officer within Security for a total of thirteen years Lieutenant", he stated, "do you see yourself moving from the department and into command perhaps?" "I did not join Starfleet because I craved the center seat, or had a desire for power. I've been told I'm abrasive, and I would have to 'work' on that in order to be in command. To date, I've not found such changes necessary." Walker replied dryly. "Perhaps Starfleet and I don't exactly see eye-to-eye. I was the equivalent of a Commander in the Betazoid self-defense force before transferring to the Fleet, I have lead teams on specific missions during my years here - I'm good at my job, I like what I do. That suffices." Walker folded his hands together, "I have never, and will never, fail to make a command decision when necessary. If offered, I will take any position that I feel I can competently handle, on the understanding that I will not be changing myself for it. As long as my duties do not suffer as a result, I will not change my personality to fit into Starfleet Command's pre-determined mold for the Command Track." (reply: CO, any) (posted by Trout) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 00:08) Well, Isengard had certainly put his feelings across in regards the Captain's last query, clearly the reference of a certain 'stubborness' was not an incorrect entry in his starfleet record. Needless to say, the man clearly possessed leadership qualities, nobody got to the rank of Commander in the Betazed Self defense force without being a damn good leader. "I'm good at my job, I like what I do. That suffices", Isengard had said. The Captain did not doubt that for an instance. Isengards tendency to be 'abrasive' however soon resurfaced once again with his final words on the matter. "I will not change my personality to fit into Starfleet Command's pre-determined mold for the Command Track", he had said. The Captain simply nodded. "I would not expect you to Lieutenant, a mans personality is what defines him in the greater scheme of things, if one has to change significantly to follow a defined path, then the path is probably not worth following", said the Vulcan hybrid. (Reply Isengard, IYW) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room – Lt Isengard - 00:10) "I would not expect you to Lieutenant, a mans personality is what defines him in the greater scheme of things, if one has to change significantly to follow a defined path, then the path is probably not worth following" Walker nodded once, at least the Captain had a good grasp of the obvious. “Will there be anything else Sir?” he asked. (reply: CO, any) (posted by Trout) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room – CO, Captain T'Vhor - 00:11) Isengard had simply nodded in response to the CO's statement, it had seemed to resonate with him and he looked reasonably happy that the Captain had understood his point of view. T'Vhor regarded the man momentarilly as he fell into silence, he was an interesting character, clearly tempered by much mental turmoil and yet.... surprisingly in control. Or was that all part of a carefully orchestrated ruse. No doubt time would tell, it invariably did. “Will there be anything else Sir?”, asked Isengard, breaking the brief silence. The Captain shook his head. "No, I think not Lieutenant.... you are dismissed", said the Captain. (Reply Isengard, IYW) The Captain then watched as the Betazoid left the room, his own outlook on the man now augmented by their brief discussion. Isengard was going to be an interesting crewman, that much was for sure, and one that might make a powerful ally in times to come... or indeed, friend. (Reply Isengard IYW, None) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Deck Four Research Station - Ensign jg Harry McKnight - 00:22) The doctor seemed surprised to see Harry as she spun around and looked at him. "Excuse me Ensign", said Gunnell quirking her head now, "the sample is not dangerous right now, I really don't need any protection from it", she added. Harry leaned forward a bit to take a peek at what the doctor was observing. "I should hope not, Doctor," Harry said, recognizing DNA when he saw it. "I would think you would not need much protection from a strand of DNA. I have been assigned to assist you in you research and observation. I have a good deal of experience in scientific research and study. The Captain and Lieutenant Commander Capps thought I could be of assistance to you." (reply Gunnell) (posted by Brandon) (USS Spectre - Captain's Quarters - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 10:14) Idioms were funny things, shortened sentences containing vague and oft times disconnected references that made little sense to Vulcans, and yet were perfectly understandable to the Humans that liked to use them. Captain T'Vhor, by definition, was perhaps an exception to that rule, he actually 'collected' them in an attempt to understand their curious ways, indeed he had amassed quite a few in fact and had he known what was soon about to occur in regards the river, perhaps the one he would have chosen right now, logically of course, would have been. 'The calm before the storm'.... It had seemed unusually calm this morning, everything seemed to be going quite well considering and whilst the Captain relaxed in his quarters enjoying a brief break from the rigors of command, he contemplated Ensign McKnights addition to his Idiom collection. "Two heads are better than one", he had said, it was an interesting addition, and one that, given hindsight of their impending situation, would also be rather apt in it's application. It was neither here nor there right now though, for nobody could have foretold future events and so, the Idiom remained 'un-applied'... The very first signs of the event that was about to occur were miniscule in comparison to what was soon about to transpire. A slight ripple upon the surface of the Captain's partially drunk coffee, sitting a third of the way down the inside of the cup as it was where it sat upon the table, had been all that there was. The Captain had barely noticed it, one could have been forgiven for thinking that it was simply the result of a power fluctuation deep within the Spectre's warp core, for it was not uncommon to experience these subtle vibrations from time to time. As it was though this particular explanation could not have been more further from the truth! There it was again.... Telltale concentric circles spreading outwards from the centre of the dark brown caffeinated fluid, it's own surface tension displaying the almost imperceptible tremor quite visibly now. This time though, the Captain took note, his brow furrowing as he tentatively extended a finger to touch the rim of the cup, the vibrations increasing slightly as he did so. Twenty thousand kilometres away at bearing one ninety, mark two four, the cause of that tremor began to gain momentum from within it's epicentre within the rivers constructs, a multiplexing cascade effect derived from a small number of photons had just achieved optimal excitement and were about to 'ramp' up to a point that could only be defined as... unstable. Doctor Gunnell had already explained the various colour changes that had been exhibited by the river itself over the past few days as photons, red shifting and blue shifting repeatedly to create mixes of colour that, although dazzling, and perhaps beautiful, were nonetheless highly dangerous in themselves. This of course had implied gravitational potential occurring within the river itself, otherwise, how would the photons have been red and blue shifting within such a confined space? It was all still theory right now anyway, Gunnell herself simply couldn't correlate the Borg data to her own, the river certainly appeared to be 'alive', the borg data seemed to justify that and yet.... it still seemed too absurd to even contemplate. The concentric circles began again, this time a little more pronounced as they were within the Captain's coffee cup. Something was wrong and it certainly wasn't a warp core vibration, if it had been then H'Chir would have been on it in an instance and there had been no prompt communications from the Andorian whatsoever. With this in mind, and with a certain degree of trepidation now, the Captain stood and then contacted the bridge for an operational update on the rivers status. "Captain to bridge", he said after hastilly tapping at his combadge. =/\=Bridge here sir, Lieutenant Simmonds=/\= came the reply. The Captain wasted no time and came straight to the point. "I am experiencing some sort of.... vibration in my quarters Lieutenant. Are we seeing anything new coming from the river?", said the Captain, hoping against hope now that the readings would be the same as the last time they had been taken. =/\=One moment sir...... sensors are showing accellerated wavelike activity in the vicinity of the river itself, it has increased by twenty percent since the last readings were logged=/\= The Captain's brow furrowed again at the news, the increase was no longer linear for it had become exponential over a period of less than an hour. "Why was I not informed of this earlier", said the Captain, an urgency manifesting itself courtesy more of his Betazoid heritage than his Vulcan one. =/\=Sir... the readings were incrementing at the same frequency noted by Doctor Gunnell, it was deemed to be within tolerance irrespective of the actual amount it was elevating=/\= said the bridge officer. The Captain paused briefly before responding. "Have Doctor Gunnell report to the bridge immediately, I myself will be with you shortly", said the Captain. =/\=Aye sir, contacting Doctor Gunnell as ordered... bridge out=/\= The Captain looked to his half drunk coffee on the table, he contemplated the fact that with all of their technology and enhanced sensors, a simple cup of fluid had told him more than those on the bridge right now could even know of, he quickly finished the coffee and then reached for his tunic, donning it before heading out the door and into the corridor beyond. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 10:20) "Captain on the bridge!" cried the bridge watch officer who had already stood to acceed the centre chair to the Captain as he walked purposefully towards it. "Report", said the Captain, the urgency in his voice still there. "Sir, the levels are the same as before, an increase of twenty percent accompanied by wavelike emissions that are apparently emanating from a central point", replied Lieutenant Simmonds, just as the turbolift doors slid aside to herald the arrival of their mission specialist, Doctor Samantha Gunnell. "What do we have Captain?", she asked, getting to the crux of the matter almost immediately she had stepped onto the bridge itself. "I suggest you see for yourself Doctor, Science Two is currently available for your use", said the Captain. Gunnell though had stopped in her tracks at the sight that now presented itself, the river, glowing as it now was with an intensity that belied belief even for her. The Captain, on hearing nothing from her turned his attention rearwards in a kind of unspoken query. Then he verbalised this. "Doctor Gunnell?", he said quizically, "Science two if you please" Gunnell tore her attention away from the viewscreen and then ran a hand through her hair before moving quickly over to the respective console. The Captain then addressed the Tactical officer. "Take us to red alert Lieutenant", he ordered, and almost at once, the extremities of the bridge were bathed in red, courtesy of the alert annunciators that pulsed to the accompaniment of the alert klaxons as the ship went to full alert status. "Your assessement would be very much appreciated Doctor", said the Captain, looking over to Gunnell where she now worked. Gunnell did not take her eyes off of the console once during her response, which was both succinct and to the point. "I think that this is it", she said ominously before unknowingly adding yet another Idiom to the Captain's reportoire, "whatever has been initiated here by the Borg is about to bear fruit", she added before finally tearing her attention away from the monitor as another pressing thought suddenly entered her mind. "How far away from the river are we Captain?", she asked. "We are currently sitting twenty thousand kilometres from it's closest aspect Doctor", said the Captain, "this should be a far enough distance away" Gunnell shook her head abruptly, instantly casting doubt to that assumption. "No Captain, we need to get further away.... I think maybe, out of this system", said Gunnell, her voice betraying a certain urgency of her own now that certainly caught the Captain's attention. "And quickly", she added. "How quickly Doctor?", said the Captain. "Within the hour, maybe less", said Doctor Gunnell returning to her console once again in order to confirm the initial readings that had prompted such an urgent response. "That is not possible Doctor, we are currently restricted to warp four due to the damage the river inflicted upon us earlier, at that speed we can not hope to clear this system that quickly", said T'Vhor. Gunnell responded as before, succinctly and to the point. "Then we will be caught up in whatever it is that is going to happen out there", she said pointing to the viewscreen, "and I cannot say for certain whether we will survive that event, whatever it may turn out to be", she added, words that were to cause the entire bridge crew to fall silent as they took on the ramifications of what the Doctor was now saying. The Captain pondered this briefly, then he turned his attention to the Tactical officer once again. "What is our current operational status Lieutenant?", he inquired. The TAC officer took a brief moment to respond, then he quickly ran his fingers across his console to supply the requisite information. "Sir, we have warp capability to warp four as stated, all stations report as nominal, shields and weapons are at full capacity.... the phase cloak is currently offline", said the Lieutenant. The Captain exhaled heavily and then ordered a channel to be opened to both the Uriel and Humboldt which still remained on station alongside them, and the viewscreen changed to show a split screen display of the two ships bridges, with their respective Captains occupying their centre seats. "Captain Talasario, Captain Merryvale", said the Captain, addressing the two CO's on the viewscreen now. "No doubt you are monitoring the same situation as we are", he said, "it would appear that we are in somewhat of a quandry", he added as he quickly went on to explain the situation that Doctor Gunnell had just outlined to them. The response was predictable of course and ranged from, 'an offer to take as many of the Spectre crew aboard one of the more capable ships to effect a speedy departure, to 'standing ground and attempting to disable the reaction within the river before it went critical' Neither were workable options.... "Gentlemen", said the Spectre's CO, "the inevitable truth remains that we can not escape the consequences of what is about to happen here... it is therefore, illogical to even attempt to do so" The Humboldt's CO was seemingly not impressed by the Vulcan hybrids relaxed candor given the facts that had just been relayed. His response was predictable to say the very least, during the recent civil war the man had been brash to the nth degree and as such, Captain T'Vhor remained completely calm and unprovoked by his outburst. "Are you suggesting that we just stay here and deal with this Captain!", exclaimed a rather irate Talasario. "That is precisely what I am saying Captain, even at maximum warp it will be impossible to outrun, or even circumvent what is likely to occur here.... I suggest that we 'batten down the hatches' to use a Human idiom, and simply turn into the storm", said T'Vhor, resorting once again to Human phraseology. Talasario remained unimpressed. It was probably half to do with the fact that it had been the Spectre's CO that he had had to capitulate to when he had handed the Alacrity to LoDona's side, he had never quite gotten over that. "If that's the best we can come up with then I'm not impressed", said Talasario stubbornly, then after a pause, seemingly to reassess their situation he added, "I'm going to take the Humboldt away from here, I figure that our best chances will be if we can get as far away from here as we can be, given the time available to us of course", he said, then almost as an afterthought he added, "I'll take any of your crew that wishes to come over" Captain T'Vhor quirked his head slighty and then turned to the FO beside him. "Pass that to the rest of the crew Commander, if anybody wishes to go over to the Humboldt they are of course, free to do so", said the Captain. (Reply Williams) The Captain then returned his attention to the two faces upon the viewscreen, Merryvale spoke first with only one statement. "We'll remain on station", he said. Captain T'Vhor simply nodded his assent and then addressed Doctor Gunnell, who had remained silent throughout the discussion. "Do you have anything further to add Doctor?", he asked. "Nothing that is not already known, given the current level of activity within the river, the event, whatever it turns out to be, will occur within the hour", said Gunnell. "Very well... Gentlemen, let us prepare for.... the unknown", said the Captain, both CO's then nodded and their comms closed, but not before Talasario had stated that the Humboldt would be ready to assist after the event, if indeed it escaped that unknown. Captain T'Vhor then opened a shipwide communication to alert the crew as to what was about to occur. (Reply Williams, Any) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre – Bridge – FO, Williams – 10:40) Captain T'Vhor quirked his head slighty and then turned to the FO beside him. "Pass that to the rest of the crew Commander, if anybody wishes to go over to the Humboldt they are of course, free to do so", said the Captain. Andrew nodded. “Yes Captain.” He tapped a command into his console. It requested any one who wanted to leave the spectre and join the Humboldt that they muster at transporter room one immediately. "Do you have anything further to add Doctor?", T’Vhor asked. "Nothing that is not already known, given the current level of activity within the river, the event, whatever it turns out to be, will occur within the hour", said Gunnell. "Very well... Gentlemen, let us prepare for.... the unknown", said the Captain. Andrew watched as the Captain opened the ship wide comms and informed the crew. (Reply any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 10:42) The vibrational effects had increased now to a level whereby the bridge officers were visibly gripping the armrests of their chairs in order to stabilize themselves and attend to their duties. Predictably, not one of the Spectre's crew had taken the offer to transfer over to the departing Humboldt, a testament indeed to the strength of character of a crew tempered by conflict and adherence to familial values.... it was all just a part of being a Starfleet officer. The viewscreen was now cycling through a myriad of colours, the essence of the river itself now swamping the entire area as the reaction occuring within it progressed towards it's critical phase. Gunnell had been monitoring it the entire time, occasionallly remarking on the appearance of evolved photonic particles that now red and blue shifted increasingly rapidly. As for the ship and crew, everyone was ready now for what was soon to transpire. After all, what alternative did they have! The first signs of the beginings came as a small number of shudders, followed by Gunnells rather strange cry of 'here we go' as the levels peaked towards criticality, Tactical was next with an alert on levels of radiation currently bombarding the hull of the ship, and the beginnings of a wave of indeterminate form heading towards them. The response to that was predictable, the Captain ordered the helm to turn the ship towards the epicentre of the reaction point, thus presenting their most streamlined aspect directly towards anything that the river threw at them. Then he gave the requisite order to the crew... "All hands, this is the Captain, prepare to brace for imminent impact" The alert annunciators continued to pulse, bathing the bridge in an eery red glow as they did so, the klaxons had now silenced of course entering into standby as they normally did as a hundred and seventy two crew and personnel actively, and resolutely prepared for the worst. Then it began! Suddenly, every verticle edge or prominence within the Spectre's bridge skewed into what at first appeared to be an optical illusion, it wasn't an illusion of course for the individual timeframe that the bridge existed in had shifted out of phase with normal temporal alignment.This had the effect of creating a number of vertical edges to appear to each member of the bridge crew. Then the light began to dim in unison with a distinct slowing of time. Vulcans were always curious of course, even in the face of adversity and the CO was no different. He moved his hand up into the air, then he traversed it from the left to the right, noting how definate blurs occured in regards it's transit, a kind of persistence of vision effect. Turning to the tactical console, the Captain then ordered the TAC officer to ensure that power to the shields remained constant at all times, he then ordered the OPS officer to work with the TAC officer to ensure that this was indeed possible. Voices though were now suddenly skewing also, the responses were slowing due to varying temporal 'bubbles' occuring on the Spectre bridge. One officer stood from his console, his body appearing to move in slow motion now as he did so, whilst anothers hands moved deftly across his own console, albeit in that same, visual persistence they were now observing. It was most strange, nothing at all was performing as per Einstein's theories, not even his special theory of relativity. It was as though individual timeframes had suddenly broken out all over the bridge and relativity was simply not applying here. The next thing to occur was a bright light that filled the bridge, causing even the brightest console indicator to become swamped and enveloped by every single colour of the visible spectrum, and probably some of both the infra red and ultra violet spectrums also. Suddenly, the Captain found himself looking at the viewscreen, a ship had appeared within it, seemingly from nowhere, his immediate reaction was to call for sensor verification but he seemed frozen to the spot. He recognized this ship though, it was a Prometheus class, the USS Hades. The ship skewed slightly, then it remained fixed... unmoving. It was at that precise time that a slowed down voice came from somewhere behind, it was claiming that the deck had become transparent and somewhat 'flexible' as preposterous as this actually sounded though, the Captain could verify this himself with a downwards glance towards his own boots, which had 'sunk' into the floor as though he were standing in a thick, viscous fluid! Instinctively, he attempted to lift them out of the gloop, the decking followed and then flopped back down into place to indicate that gravity, at least for now anyway was still behaving normally. Then all of a sudden, a second ship appeared upon the viewscreen, a Nova class Science vessel, it's registry was partially obscured.... NCC-7775.... the remaining characters were in the process of 'dripping' from the surface of the vessels saucer section, logical deduction on the part of a confused Vulcan CO showed this to be the Mithrandir, it moved across the screen seemingly out of control and then like the first ship to appear, it stopped, completely still just as another four ships appeared also, one Keltoi class, a Rosenante class and two sovereigns. Soon, the viewscreen seemed to be filled with ships of all classes, some Federation, some Romulan and some Klingon along with a few Ferengi Marauders and Cardassian Galor's to boot. On the Spectre's bridge, crewmen moved between consoles, their feet disappearing into the decking as they attempted to continue their tasks whilst the alert klaxons sounded, seemingly in reverse! The ships upon the viewscreen then disappeared suddenly into a white haze as electric blue streaks of light shot out from a single point, immediately dead centre like warp stars streaking towards them. The Captain tried his best to continue monitoring status via his armrest controls but nothing seemed to be working properly right now, and movement was still slow and skewed. It seemed to go on forever.... then, as quickly as it had started, the bridge began to return to normal again, the black inkiness of space, peppered as it was with the pinpoint lights of other suns reappeared once more. The ships had all gone, and everyone on the bridge slowly released their firm grips upon the console surfaces as normality returned with the alert annunciators pulsing red, just as before. The Captain responded immediately. "Damage report, all decks", he cried, "helm, tactical.... what is our status?" The helmsman turned about, his face ashen and showing a good deal of confusion right now as the damage and casualty reports began arriving en masse. "We are at the same coordinates we began in sir, nothing has changed", said the helm officer surprisedly. "My instruments concur.... no movement at all and yet, I could have sworn we were moving", he added. The Captain stood from his chair, his attention directed now at the viewscreen as the tactical officer then responded. "All peripheral ships systems are offline sir, we have impulse engines only, no warp drive..... sensors are active but......", said the Lieutenant manning the console. Captain T'Vhor continued to observe the viewscreen, noticing as he did so that the river had changed yet again, it's level of brightness was reducing now to the level it had been before it's earlier increases... the only difference now though was that it seemed to be all around them! "But what Lieutenant?", said the Captain, returning his attention now to the somewhat confused tactical officer who had stopped mid sentence beforehand. "Our chronomenters sir... seem to be malfunctioning", said the Lieutenant. "Malfunctioning?", asked the Captain, "in what way?" The Lieutenant shook his head and then bit at his lower lip as he checked the readings again to be sure, "the dates are wrong, if they are not wrong then we have just been flung into the year twenty four thirteen sir", he exclaimed. Captain T'Vhor simply raised an eyebrow in typical Vulcan fashion, then he retook his seat and tried to make sense of all of this. "Contact starfleet, inform them of our status and request operational updates, perform level one diagnostics on all ships systems..... including our chronometers Lieutenant", ordered the Captain. "Aye sir, performing level one diagnostics on all ships systems, and contacting Starfleet", said the Lieutenant. The former of course would take some time, the later however was pretty much instantaneous, but seemingly erroneous as well. "Sir, starfleet is not recognizing our encryption.... we are being told to, stand by", said a bemused looking crewman. Captain T'Vhor then repeated the previous order using all code variations on their current signatures. The Lieutenant complied of course but the result was the same. "Our codes are not working sir, they may have been wiped from our databanks during electrical activity generated by the.... whatever it was", said the tactical officer, "I will attempt to verify our codes manually", he added as Doctor Gunnell stepped in to offer her own input on the subject. "I have been reading residual photons and a huge energy source all around us Captain, the river is..... bigger", said Samantha, "and the Borg vessel is still there but, completely powered down, nothing is active upon it, no central plexus or Vinculum activity at all, not a thing", she added confused. "Intriguing", said the Captain, "how are you doing with the communication codes Lieutenant?", he added, returning his attention quickly to the tactical officer. That though was turning out to be quite pointless, the result was the same upon the second and third attempts as the Lieutenant drew a blank again and again in his attempts to gain proper authorization from Starfleet command. "Codes are not recognized sir, we are repeatedly being ordered to stand by on every attempt to contact Starfleet", he said. It was completely preposterous of course, all ships of the line were automatically verified upon contact with command, it was as though they simply did not exist! An absolute absurdity.... wasn't it? (Reply Any, All) (Posted by Alan) ========================================================================= Mission: The Opened Gates of Prometheus Day: 1 Stardate: 2413.09.08 (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Lieutenant (jg) Dinnica Roil - 10:30) "And just where do you think you're going, Doctor?" Dinnica asked Williams with her usual lack of diplomacy and tact. She stood just inside the sickbay door, hands on her hips. (Reply Williams :) "I don't think so," She said, ignoring rank and position completely. "You haven't slept in at least thirty hours, Doctor. You are far from operating from peak proficiency. What if we had a surgical emergency? You wouldn't be qualified to operate." (Reply Williams, if you want :) "Or perhaps you think your staff is not proficient enough without your hovering?" she asked, ignoring his answer. "Or perhaps you should give us the opportunity to prove it. The Captain has the bridge and has not asked for you - do I need to pull rank I don't have and order a sedative and four hours of down time? If the ship blows up, at least you'll be refreshed when you reach.. Well, whatever it is you humans believe of the afterlife!" (Reply Williams, any in sickbay) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – FO, Williams - 10:32) "And just where do you think you're going, Doctor?" asked Dinnica. Andrew turned to see Dinnica standing by the sickbay door with her hands on her hips. Andrew paused for a moment not slightly taken aback by her bluntness. “Well I was thinking about getting a late breakfast, may be catching up on some reports and spend some time on the bridge. I am the First Officer as well as the Chief Medical Officer It would be good to spend some time on the bridge.” "I don't think so," "You haven't slept in at least thirty hours, Doctor. You are far from operating from peak proficiency. What if we had a surgical emergency? You wouldn't be qualified to operate." ~What do you mean no. You are not my boss. You can’t decide what I should and should not do. The only one who can do that is the Captain~ “I am totally qualified to deal with any problems in sickbay.” "Or perhaps you think your staff is not proficient enough without your hovering?" “My staff are..” "Or perhaps you should give us the opportunity to prove it. The Captain has the bridge and has not asked for you - do I need to pull rank I don't have and order a sedative and four hours of down time? If the ship blows up, at least you'll be refreshed when you reach.. Well, whatever it is you humans believe of the afterlife!" Andrew gave a slight grin as he realized that this was an argument that he was not going to win any time soon. Then suddenly a idea popped into his mind. “You know what. You are cute when you are angry.” With that he dashed out of the door heading for the bridge as quick as he possible could. (Reply Roil, IYW) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – Doctor Dinnica Roil - 10:33) “You know what. You are cute when you are angry.” Dinnica had opened her mouth to continue her diatribe to try and get the CMO four hours of sleep time, and closed it on the words in shock. He out manuevered her verbally and physically as he disappeared down the corridor. "Sneaky son of a grat." She muttered to some muffled snickers of the nursing staff. "Oh well," she said louder, and not to anyone in particular, "not the first time I've failed to get a man in bed." She added wryly. She went back to the duty desk to go over chrono-related induced breakdowns. (Reply None) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Counselor's Office - Lieutenant JG, Mathew Santiago - 11:00) Matthew Slowly approached the Counselor's office. He was a little peeved about the whole time jump thing and wanted to vent, he didn't think that the counselor was exactly wgo he wanted to vent too, but at the same time, he didn't have any close friends on the Spectre, even though technically he had been assigned to the Spectre five years ago. So he went to the counselor to confide in, because it was his job to listen to his problems. Matthew pressed the chime as the door open he walked in. "Excuse me, but do you have time for a quick chat?" (reply Samhan) (reply Samhan) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Spectre - Counselor's Office - Councellor, Ensign JG George K Samhan - 11:01) George sat in his desk, playing a quick game of cards on his computer. He hadn't been out of the office all day, unless specifically called. The shock of the time jump was still nagging at him. His body was still tingling, like a vibrating bell. Sure he didn't have much left back at home, but he still had friends, acquaintances, and gloating enemies. All of whom were either mourning or cheering his supposed death. Disappearance. Whatever. Man was not meant to jump through time, and the holes in the laws of physics deeply frightened the counselor. The last thing he needed at the moment was to actually have to do his job. Which, of course, meant someone walked in. "Excuse me, but do you have time for a quick chat?" (Reply Santiago) "Time? I have five years I have to make up!" George tried to joke. "Sure, sure, I have time, what's on your mind?" (Reply Santiago) (Posted by Tim Callow) (USS Spectre - Counselor's Office - Lieutenant JG, Mathew Santiago - 11:02) "Time? I have five years I have to make up!" George tried to joke. "Sure, sure, I have time, what's on your mind?" Matthew took a seat. "Let me ask you, Counselor, what do you think is on my mind?" (reply Samhan) "Yup you got it, this stupid time jump. I was happy in 2409. It was a good year, a happy year, I mean I had to change ships and all, but hey no biggie right. Wrong." (reply Samhan) "Not only did I not have time to form friendships with the crew, it now turns out I have to readjust to this stupid time jump without having anyone to lean on. Not that it is that bad, since I prefer to be alone. But its the principle of the matter." (reply Samhan) "But the big issue is, what happened in the time we've been gone. I mean We have been gone, but it seems like time went on for everyone else. So what does that mean, simple right, for the last 5 years, our friends families, have probably thought us dead, so now all of a sudden, we are back we get to get ahold of those people and be like hey I'm no ghost. And it is frustrating, I mean, I might even be able to go back and read my obtituary, visit my own grade. It sucks." (Reply Samhan) (reply Samhan) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Spectre - Counselor's Office - Counselor Samhan - 11:03) Matthew had taken a seat directly across from George, and began, "Let me ask you, Counselor, what do you think is on my mind?" George's smile dropped and he tried not to smile, "If I were a betting man, I'd say the time jump." "Yup you got it, this stupid time jump. I was happy in 2409. It was a good year, a happy year, I mean I had to change ships and all, but hey no biggie right. Wrong." George took a glass of water, he could tell by the look on Mr. Santiago's face that he was mid rant, despite the pause. "Not only did I not have time to form friendships with the crew, it now turns out I have to readjust to this stupid time jump without having anyone to lean on. Not that it is that bad, since I prefer to be alone. But its the principle of the matter." George nodded, "A lot of us are going through a bit of shock, it's been a long time since a Federation ship has jumped through time, these things are rare. A lot of cases have been reported..." (Reply Santiago) "But the big issue is, what happened in the time we've been gone. I mean We have been gone, but it seems like time went on for everyone else. So what does that mean, simple right, for the last 5 years, our friends families, have probably thought us dead, so now all of a sudden, we are back we get to get ahold of those people and be like hey I'm no ghost. And it is frustrating, I mean, I might even be able to go back and read my obtituary, visit my own grade. It sucks." George chuckled a bit, "To be honest, looking at my own obituary is one of the few things that has cheered me up the past few hours." He took a drink from his glass of water. "Like I said, this is a known case. You're going through a lot of stress right now, because you've just gone through a very unpredictable anomaly. One with a lot of reprocussions, if I were you, I'd focus not on what you have lost, but on what you have gained. Five more years to your life. Yes, your family and friends have mourned your loss, but to them you've just come back from the dead. The joy on their faces will have to mean something to you, eh?" (Reply Santiago) "By the way, have you gotten ahold of your family yet?" (Reply Santiago) (Reply Santiago) (Posted By Tim Callow) (USS Spectre - Counselor's Office - Lt. JG Matthew Santiago - 11:05) "To be honest, looking at my own obituary is one of the few things that has cheered me up the past few hours." He took a drink from his glass of water. "Like I said, this is a known case. You're going through a lot of stress right now, because you've just gone through a very unpredictable anomaly. One with a lot of reprocussions, if I were you, I'd focus not on what you have lost, but on what you have gained. Five more years to your life. Yes, your family and friends have mourned your loss, but to them you've just come back from the dead. The joy on their faces will have to mean something to you, eh?" "Yeah if I ever get around to seeing them. Who knows if we are gonna get shore leave. Though I am sure I've racked up years worth of it." "By the way, have you gotten ahold of your family yet?" "No, I've sent messages, but we are in the beta quadrant, they are on earth at their research facility, so we'll see when they get it. My parent's are kind of emotionally detached. They were good parents, kind and nurturing, but they were very into their work. I'm sure they used that as a coping mechanism, after I 'died'." Matthew replied as he used air quotes while saying died. (reply Samhan) "The messed up thing though, is I'm kind of glad we jumped. In a selfish way." (reply Samhan) "You were a cadet at the time, but during the civil war, I was originally on Doenitz side, the other side. It was because my Captain was, and I followed his orders. Eventually I defected when my captain did, to the winning side. I was in a touchy time, because I had to adjust to serving with non Doenitz officers who viewed me as un-trustworthy or a traitor. I had many friends from the academy stop speaking tom me because of it. Most of the Spectre crew doesn't know that either so keep it in this room." (reply Samhan) "So like I was saying the good thing, the good thing, is it is five more years in the future. So hopefully now, some of the feelings, some of the disgust people had, hopefully died down a little bit, to where I can go around my old classmates and not be that much of traitor. Plus I am back from the dead, and hopefully people are happy that I am back." (reply Samhan) (reply Samhan) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 11:37) Predictably, confusion had ensued all around in regards what had occurred, if their instrumentation and sensors were to be believed, the Spectre, along with the Uriel, the Humboldt and an unidentified Borg scout ship, had been thrown five years into the future by whatever it was that had just been initiated within the river. Starfleet had subsequently ordered them to stand by and await the arrival of an escort to their current position, nothing more, nothing less, and that only compounded the situation further for the Captain. By now of course, most of their onboard systems had come back online again but Engineering was still having problems with the warp drive due to massive EM pulse damage that had tripped and locked out the injectors. Needless to say, Lieutenant H'Chir was probably the most busy person on the ship right now, his crews working round the clock to return them all to something more capable than full impulse! The work was slow but it was nonetheless progressing, Sciences were also on the verge of confirming now that their sensors had not been deceiving them at all, and that they had indeed been thrust five years into the future. The question was, why had this occurred? Sitting on the bridge, the Captain sat, his right elbow resting onto the armrest and his hand spanning the side of his face as he contemplated the facts. In a little over twelve hours the USS Valkyrie, USS Python and USS Tenabrae would be with them, hopefully with some answers. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Lt. Cmdr Will Banowsky - 12:00) Will had just come up from the bridge after getting the Strat OPS center operational. It had been a little fritzy which is understandble, the Spectre just went 5 years into the future. Will was also feeling a little fritzy, but it was more just being a little upset to having experienced another time jump in his life. This one though was 5 years, as opposed to the 5 months of the last one. Will hated time jumps. It was because of a time jump, he wasn't really sure how old he was, during the first time jump he skipped a few months, including missing his birthday. He said he was 28 now, the age he was supposed to be, but he was technically a few months younger than he claimed he was. There was no way he was gonna say he was five years older. He was gonna stick with 28, but it was safe to say he and time jumps didn't agree with each other. On the plus side he had been named the Strategic Operations officer of the Spectre. It meant he would work in the Strat Ops center, the same Strat OPS center that he designed, asked Captain Remae Ktell to install, and of which he oversaw the construction and installation of. His own personal legacy. It also meant he would work closely with Admiral Sevant and Fleet Strategic Operations, or at least he thought he would, who knew what would happen now that they were 5 years in the future. Will had also been named the Spectre Third Officer, which was a position that launched his career many years ago, or at least now officially many years ago. Will walked over to the Counselors chair and sat down. It was technically the Counselors chair, but the counselor Ensign Samhan wasn't on the bridge, so Will figured he would take a seat. "Captain, do you have a moment to speak privately for a moment?" (reply T'Vhor) (reply T'Vhor, any) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 12:03) The reports had been coming in almost constantly now in regards the progress of repairs and such, whatever the river had dealt them when it had spectacularly evolved it had knocked everything out of kilter, even time itself it would seem! It was therefore no surprise at all that the Councillors office was a little busy right now, for a large number of crew had got wind of the possible jump in time, and the ramifications of this were obviously raising questions in everyone, not the least of which was the CO himself. The sudden arrival of Lieutenant Commander Banowsky however took him briefly from his thoughts as he appeared and then took a seat beside him. "Captain, do you have a moment to speak privately?", he asked. "Of course, my ready room?", said the Captain as he stood and then motioned the StratOps onwards. (Reply Banowsky, IYW) The two men then entered the ready room after the CO had handed the bridge to the ranking officer therein. (Reply Banowsky) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 12:05) The Captain immediately took a seat at his desk and settled back into his chair, then he bade the Third officer to do likewise. "Please, have a seat Will, how may I help you?", asked the Captain. (Reply Banowsky) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Lt. Cmdr Banowsky - 12:06) "Please, have a seat Will, how may I help you?", asked the Captain. "Sir, I am worried about the crew." Came Will's reply. (reply T'Vhor) "It is about the time jump. I think, that well, I guess this just me taking my own thoughts and experiences right now, and my thoughts from a previous time jump of my own. But I think that maybe we should check up with the crew, make sure they alright, give them temporary reprieve of duties for those who aren't handling it well." (reply T'Vhor) "I hope I am not overstepping my bounds sir, but if they are anything like I am right now they are freaked out." (reply T'Vhor) (Reply T'Vhor) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 12:07) The moment that Banowsky had arrived on the bridge, the Captain could see that he was worried about something before he had even spoke, now that he had taken a seat opposite him though, it was more than obvious. "Sir, I am worried about the crew, said Banowsky. "Worried Lieutenant Commander, in what way?", asked the Captain. Banowsky then described how he had had a lot of difficulty with past situations whereby he had either lost, or gained time due to various temporal anomolies they had encountered, and the efects it had had upon him. It was a valid point of course, perhaps not so much to a Vulcan that remained logical given whatever, but a valid point nonetheless. The StratOps then went on to suggest temporary reprieve from duty for those that might not adjust too well to the time jump they had just incurred. "The Medical and Councilling department are currently working with any crew that may be having difficulties with this Will, I am sure that if any serious problems can be addressed.... if temporary rest is required, I am sure Councillor Samhan will ensure that it is put in place", said the Captain. "I hope I am not overstepping my bounds sir, but if they are anything like I am right now they are freaked out", said Banowsky, clearly thinking back to his past now. "No, you make a valid argument. If Councillor Samhan, Doctor Williams or any of the medical team make an assessement requiring such steps, it will be actioned", said the Captain. (Reply Banowsky) "Are you having any difficulties with this Will?", asked the CO. (Reply Banowsky) (Posted by Alan) ========================================================================= Mission: The Opened Gates of Prometheus Day: 2 Stardate: 2413.09.09 (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 00:42) "Sir, I have an incoming communication from the USS Valkyrie, I cannot verify codes or registries but.... under the circumstances, I think we can safely assume that they are no threat", said a rather worried looking Tactical officer. "Very well Lieutenant, keep us at yellow alert and put the communication on screen please", said Captain T'Vhor, and all at once the screen was filled by the bridge of the Valkyrie and her command officers sitting in their requisite seats. The Captain nodded accordingly and then awaited whatever was to come, obviously his own input was of no consequence right now which was just as well, after all he was as much in the dark as anyone. =/\=Captain T'Vhor... I am sure that you have many questions right now that beg answers, and all will be answered in good time. All I ask of you now is that you obey my commands to the letter and keep an.... open mind=/\= "All I really need to know right now Captain is, why are Starfleet treating us with such little respect, why do our authorization codes not work and why do we appear to be five years into the future?", said the Captain. =/\=It will all become clear in time Captain, needless to say you are to accompany us now to the Khitomer system, I am aware of course that your warp drive is presently offline, you will no doubt be requiring tractor assistance=/\= "Evidently", said the Captain with a raise of his eyebrow, "However, Khitomer is two weeks distant, by the time we reach our destination I expect more answers than questions.... can I rely upon you to at least provide me with some of those answers?", he asked. =/\=I will beam over and bring you up to speed shortly Captain, needless to say I do not want to talk about this over an open com... Valkyrie out=/\= The Captain nodded and then gave the order to drop from yellow alert. The comms was duly closed and the viewscreen returned to it's usual starfield vista. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – FO, Williams - 10:00) Andrew sat in his office pondering the question he had been thinking over for the last couple of days. “You better get it over with.” He gave a heavy sigh and reached for his comm badge. ”Dr Roil would you please come to the CMO’s office at you earliest convenience.” (reply Roil) Andrew waited until Roil arrived and indicated for her to have a seat. “Thank you for coming Dr Roil.” He paused for a split second wondering if he could get out of this but decided that it would only get worse if he did not. “You appear to have some issues about the way that I work. I want you to tell what those problems are. This is off the record and nothing that is said here will be taken any further.” ~For what I’m about to receive~ He leaned back in his chair and waited for Roil to start. (reply Roil) (reply Roil, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – Doctor Dinnica Roil - 10:01) =/\= Dr Roil would you please come to the CMO’s office at you earliest convenience. =/\= "My convenience is your convenience," she told her boss through her comm. badge as she finished applying the topical ointment to Susan Brigby's hives. She then said to her patient, "And try not to challenge Derrick to anymore wrestling matches near the stinging nettles, hmm?" The ensign blushed beautifully, "Yes ma'am." Dinnica grinned and headed into the doctor's office to listen to what was probably going to be a great lecture on bedside manner, professional behaviour, and questioning her decision not to refer Olis for his inflamed Zxebrian. “Thank you for coming Dr Roil.” ~I haven't even started breathing heavy yet.~ She thought in the slight pause, wondering how much backtalk she could get away with before he continued. “You appear to have some issues about the way that I work. I want you to tell what those problems are. This is off the record and nothing that is said here will be taken any further.” Dinnica blinked, "Well, I'll be the first to tell you.. on the record, or off the record, my answers will be the same. I'm not much for politics and playing nice. If I wanted to do that I'd still be at home on Betazed, sitting in the palace wondering why my manicurist is avoiding me." (Reply Williams) "But you asked a question." She took the offered chair, crossing one leg and looking thoughtful. "My issue, Doctor, is I think you can't delegate.. or you're a work-a-holic. Either way, you're always on fumes energy speaking wise and you need more rest. You need to go sit on a holo-beach if you can't sleep. Anything that isn't a medical related room or the bridge. You're the Captain's back up, and he's as bad as you are! Where are the rest of us going to be if you both fall over exhausted?" (Reply Williams, room for more) "If you think I'm pushing for command, just the opposite. I had a ship. I hated it. Every single second of it. It's bad enough being responsible for those under my hands, but having those I may never touch, see, or hear of under my care? Knowing that any second any one of my decisions could cause the deaths of thousands?" She shuddered. "No. No, thank you. Never again. I think the only thing that kept my sane was some excessively strong mental shields." She turned dark eyes on him, "Which is why, Doctor Williams, First Officer of the Spectre, I worry when I see you working yourself ragged. I'm no counsellor, and I promise you I'm not snooping in your skull so I'm probably wrong, but it seems you're trying to avoid turmoil through avoidance." (Reply Williams :) (Posted by Lorna) (USS Spectre - Sickbay – FO, Williams - 10:04) "Well, I'll be the first to tell you.. on the record, or off the record, my answers will be the same. I'm not much for politics and playing nice. If I wanted to do that I'd still be at home on Betazed, sitting in the palace wondering why my manicurist is avoiding me." Andrew paused for a moment as the image of Roil waiting for a manicurist. He mentally shook his head and got back on track. ~Well the way she has been speaking to you, are you really supplied by her response~ “Well Doctor that is an interesting mental image and I am glad you cleared up that point.” "But you asked a question." "My issue, Doctor, is I think you can't delegate.. or you're a work-a-holic. Either way, you're always on fumes energy speaking wise and you need more rest. You need to go sit on a holo-beach if you can't sleep. Anything that isn't a medical related room or the bridge. You're the Captain's back up, and he's as bad as you are! Where are the rest of us going to be if you both fall over exhausted?" “Well I can’t speak for the Captain but I really am a work-a-holic. I love what I do and as I am an insomniac I get to do it more hours a day then most.” He leaned closer to Roil with a smile playing on his face. “But do you know what’s really good? I get to access to all the cool drugs that can keep me up for days.” He leaned back in his seat with a smile but be fore she could reply he carried on. “But if you want my job then go for it. Go to the Captain and tell him.” "If you think I'm pushing for command, just the opposite. I had a ship. I hated it. Every single second of it. It's bad enough being responsible for those under my hands, but having those I may never touch, see, or hear of under my care? Knowing that any second any one of my decisions could cause the deaths of thousands?" "No. No, thank you. Never again. I think the only thing that kept my sane was some excessively strong mental shields." ~Never knew that. Hmm learn something every day~ "Which is why, Doctor Williams, First Officer of the Spectre, I worry when I see you working yourself ragged. I'm no counsellor, and I promise you I'm not snooping in your skull so I'm probably wrong, but it seems you're trying to avoid turmoil through avoidance." “I’m glad that you are not snooping I have enough things rattling around there to make the most sane people gibbering wrecks. So yes I do avoid turmoil it is something that I have been practicing for years.” His face suddenly became serious and his voice hard. “I care for every person on this ship from the most joiner crewmember to the Captain and every one in between. As First Officer and as Chief Medical Officer they are my responsibility 24/7. That is the only reason that I am here and I take my responsibility for there safety very seriously. Fine I put any one, including your well being before mine but I think that it is a far swap from where I am sitting. I took an oath as a doctor to do no harm and help the sick and that is what I am doing.” (Reply Roil) Andrew looked at her for a moment and shrugged his shoulder. “Well we can’t all be perfect.” (Reply Roil IYW) “If you feel that the care that I give for my patients is lacking in any way then go and see the Captain. That is by all means your prerogative.” (reply Roil) (Reply Roil, any:) (Posted by Robbie) ======================================================================== Mission: The Opened Gates of Prometheus Day: 16 Stardate: 2413.09.23 (USS Spectre - Harry McKnight's Quarters - Ensign JG Harry McKnight - 04:00) Harry awoke from his scheduled sleep pattern with an ever curious mindset. This whole concept of jumping forward in time unnerved Harry a bit. He attributed it to a sense of fear of the unknown. But in that fear, lay a sense of adventure that Harry couldn't keep his mind off of. As he got out of bed and prepared for his duties for the day, he glanced over some of the research he had come up with on the subspace river. It appeared as though it was meaningless. Until he had a more lengthy discussion with Dr. Gunnell, he would wait and make sure to keep his duties as a tactical officer as his first priority. (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 04:30) The arrival of the Spectre and it's entourage into the Khitomer system brought with it many realizations, the first being that the system was full of ships, seemingly the entire fifty second fleet! By this time of course the ships warp drive had been repaired to warp seven capability, thus severing the need for it's link with it's escort vessel. As Khitomer loomed in the viewscreen, the Captain gave the order to the helmsman to establish geostationary orbit over it's prime city, and the conference halls they had all come here to confer within. The helm had responded with a succinct 'aye' and within minutes the Spectre was sitting at precisely thirty five thousand, nine hundred kilometres above the required point and matching axial rotation. The Captain stood from his chair and then handed off to the First officer. "You have the bridge Mr Williams, I will contact you once the meetings have concluded... or before if the situation changes in any way", said the Captain. (Reply Williams) The Captain paused to consider this, then he nodded to the FO's suggestion of taking a security officer with him, for his protection of course. "Have Lieutenant Isengard report to transporter room One, I believe his presence may be..... beneficial", said the Captain, pausing mid sentence to choose the correct wording. (Reply Williams, Any) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Bridge – FO, Williams - 04:33) "You have the bridge Mr Williams, I will contact you once the meetings have concluded... or before if the situation changes in any way", said the Captain. Andrew nodded. “Yes Captain. I have the bridge Captain. May I suggest that you take some security down with you sir? just in case.?” "Have Lieutenant Isengard report to transporter room One, I believe his presence may be..... beneficial", said the Captain, pausing mid sentence to choose the correct wording. Andrew nodded. As the Captain left the bridge he turned and looked out of the view screen at the ships surrounding them. ~Okay lets see how things are going in case we need to go any where in a hurry~ He looked over at Capps. “Who do we have out there Calvin. I wonder who is here after five years.” (reply Capps, any) (Reply Capps, Any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room 1 - Lt Walker Isengard - 04:35) Walker, at parade rest next to the transporter pad, closed his eyes with a deep sigh and reinforced his shields yet again. The Transporter Operator was jittery as all hell, and kept broadcasting loud enough to jolt Walker's long established defenses. After all this time on the ship, after having jumped, Walker was ready to start stabbing people in order to gain some peace-of-mind. The Security Officer's eyes opened, and he gave a brief Nod to the Captain once he'd arrived several minutes later. Isengard almost cheered - they're would be several seconds of blessed silence during the transport phase. And, as a general rule, Captains tended to be slightly more contained then ensigns - maybe this meeting wouldn’t be entirely hell. He stepped onto the pad after T'Vhor, and his hand absently brushed his hip where his phaser was supposed to be. That was more then slightly annoying, if understandable from a security standpoint. ~Ah well, I am my own weapon.~ he thought, darkly. Walker turned his head as the Captain looked at him, "Perhaps now would be a good time to say that I agree with you that there are, sometimes occasions when the moral laws can be....shall we say, bent Mr Isengard" Both of Walker's eyebrows shot to the ceiling, this was NOT something he'd been expecting, not from a vulcan. Even if it did make perfect sense, they were wading into dangerous waters. Still... "Are you advocating that I should scan everyone, actively?" he asked, neutrally. "I am advocating nothing, merely hypothesizing that if ever there 'was' a right time, then the hours now ahead of us would probably be considered one such time" ~I'm starting to like this Captain.~ he thought with a nearly palatable amusement that was completely out of place for the serious surroundings. The Captain continued on, trying to make clear just WHY he'd suggested what he'd suggested. "We are in a difficult, and somewhat unpredictable situation here that calls for safeguard by whatever means available to us... after all, as much as Starfleet feels that we may not be who we say we are, likewise, we do not know that 'they' are who they say they are", said the Captain. "Am I making myself clear Lieutenant?" "Crystal, Sir. I will consider the rules malleable, if the circumstances warrant." he replied, simply. And that, as they say, was that. The Captain was obviously concerned about the coming meeting, perhaps the intentions of their new hosts, and just what was going to become of them. The two of them, alone from the Spectre, were beaming into a potentially hostile area unarmed - and none of this was conspiring to make either officer happy, or comfortable. There was nothing more to say, really - he would do what he did best. If their keepers were anything less than forthcoming about their intentions, or hostile in intent, then his CO did NOT need to know about some of the things that he would probably be doing in his defense so they could get back to the ship. (Reply Any, None) (Posted by Trout) (USS Spectre – Bridge – TAC/SC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps – 04:38) “Who do we have out there Calvin. I wonder who is here after five years.” Calvin stood on the bridge behind the tactical console. He ran his fingers across the board as Commander Williams requested for specific information. “Aye sir.” Lt Cmdr Capps switched his fingers from the right side of console to the left. He accessed the tactical scanner and began a low level scan of the area. When the data arrived he began to scavenger through it to report on the relative information. “The Mithrandir, Boudicca, Hades,” the list continued and Calvin continued to name 7 more before he felt his information was over the top. “A complete list has been sent to you sir.” (reply Williams) “Much like the Spectre, most of the ships have some type of damage. The degree of the damage varies. It would seem all of the 52nd fleet ships are showing the same signs of being hit by the wave.” (reply Williams) “As for our escorts, there were 1 to 4 ship escorts for each of the 52nd fleet ships. The list of ships is in the hundreds sir.” (reply Williams) (posted by Calvin) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room 1 - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 04:40) The mood throughout the ship as the CO walked the corridors towards transporter room One could best be described right now as 'tense', clearly nobody knew what to expect, the rumours had been spreading of course, after all they had been two weeks in transit to the Khitomer system, plenty of time for heresay to become rife amongst both enlisted crew and otherwise. There had been much talk of mistrust, a return to a Starfleet that was unsure of just who they were now, the chinese whisperers on board had convinced others that Starfleet saw them all as Romulan conspirators, hell bent on destroying the Federation from within. It was a preposterous suggestion of course, apparently though they had all been listed as missing for five years now... and that sounded preposterous as well! By the time the CO had actually arrived in Transporter room One, Isengard was already there. Both men nodded accordingly and then took their positions upon the transport pads in readiness. Needless to say, there was a very good reason that the CO had requested him as his escort of course, the man was evidently more sensitive that anyone on board the Spectre right now and this could only work in their favour of course. The Captain clasped his hands behind his back, then he turned his attention briefly to the Security officer beside him. "Perhaps now would be a good time to say that I agree with you that there are, sometimes occasions when the moral laws can be....shall we say, bent Mr Isengard", said the Captain. (Reply Isengard) "I am advocating nothing, merely hypothesizing that if ever there 'was' a right time, then the hours now ahead of us would probably be considered one such time", said the Captain as he returned his attention forwards. (Reply Isengard, IYW) "We are in a difficult, and somewhat unpredictable situation here that calls for safeguard by whatever means available to us... after all, as much as Starfleet feels that we may not be who we say we are, likewise, we do not know that 'they' are who they say they are", said the Captain. "Am I making myself clear Lieutenant?" (Reply Isengard) The two officers then turned to front once again, the CO immediately requesting to the transporter chief that it was now time to gain beamdown authorization and subsequently, to 'Energize'... (Reply Isengard) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre – Bridge – FO, Williams – 04:41) “The Mithrandir, Boudicca, Hades...” Andrew listened to Capps as he said the names of the ships. He looked down as his PADD beeped. “A complete list has been sent to you sir.” ~I am not surprised~ “Can you see any real damage?” “Much like the Spectre, most of the ships have some type of damage. The degree of the damage varies. It would seem all of the 52nd fleet ships are showing the same signs of being hit by the wave.” “All of them that’s a lot of ships.” “As for our escorts, there were 1 to 4 ship escorts for each of the 52nd fleet ships. The list of ships is in the hundreds sir.” “1 to 4 nice to know we are popular.” (Reply Capps) He started to flick through the list ships that were in orbit. He stopped as he found the name he was looking for. ~Ah ha the Roadrunner, good she is here to. Need to speak to her some time soon~ He gave a slight smile before looking over at Capps. ~She is the closest thing that I have to a family now but the others have them~ He got up and moved over to Capps. He spoke quietly so that Capps would only hear. “Capps do you have family?” (Reply Capps) (Reply Capps) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Bridge – TAC/SC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps – 04:43) “1 to 4 nice to know we are popular,” the FO expressed. “It would seem Starfleet is being…” Calvin thought of the entire situation as he knew it, but most detailed information was being kept secret. “Overly cautious.” Lt Cmdr Capps continued to look through the data. He had not planned on running such a full scan, but since he had there was no reason for him to waste the extra information. In the corner of his eye he noticed Commander Williams stand and move over to him. “Capps do you have family?” asked the First Officer is such a way that no one else on the bridge could hear. Calvin’s head tilted to the left and his eye lids lowered slightly. He thought the Commander’s question was odd, and a question that Calvin did not receive often. He was an officer that kept to himself, and devoted his life to his work. Something he had never gotten away from. “Family sir?” In the two weeks that the Spectre traveled to arrive at Khitomer every crewmember had to give thought about the time travel situation. Calvin was no different. He wondered only about three people. His father, mother, and Elizabeth. (reply Williams) “At the time of the incident sir, my father and mother were alive. I hope they still are today. It would make me happy to see them.” It was tough to comprehend the situation that engulfed the 52nd fleet. Any one person in the 52nd fleet had to understand that it has only been 2 weeks for them, but 5 years had passed for their families. Calvin felt exactly this way. He was having a hard time convincing himself how hard it had to be for his parents to have him gone for such a long time when it was only 2 weeks for him. He understood why they would have such feelings, but it was to much of a emotional jump for him. (reply Williams) “No one else sir.” Calvin wanted to scream Elizabeth ’s name at this point. He missed her, but he missed her before the time jump even happened. He would always believe that a part of his heart would always be missing. He had of course wondered since 5 years had passed for Elizabeth if she had married, had kids, still served in Starfleet or made it back to Earth. The only other people in Calvin’s life were his acquaintances in the 52nd fleet. There were officers and crew that he was closer too, but one person he considered to be his friend. Captain T’Vhor had always been there and had always understood. Maybe it was because of T’Vhor’s following of his Vulcan heritage and workaholic personality that linked with Calvin’s lack of emotional presence and his life commitment to Starfleet. (reply Williams) “As you know sir, with the black out, information like that is not possible to know.” Calvin knew that the First Officer who now seemed to be acting as a friend more than his superior officer was asking him for his opinion and not for facts. (reply Williams) (posted by Calvin) (USS Spectre – Bridge – FO, Williams – 04:46) “Family sir?” Andrew nodded. “Any one at home at the time of the incident?” “At the time of the incident sir, my father and mother were alive. I hope they still are today. It would make me happy to see them.” Andrew nodded again. “Any one else?” “No one else sir.” Andrew felt there was something Capps was not telling him but it was not his business unless Capps wanted it to be. “I hope they are all okay Calvin.” “As you know sir, with the black out, information like that is not possible to know.” “Well I for one hope we will find out soon. As soon as they drop the black out anyway. I’ll leave you to your work. ” With a slight nod Andrew left Capps to do his work as he walked back to his command chair. (Reply any) (Posted by Robbie) (Khitomer - Conference Hall, Main lobby - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 04:47) The fizz of the transport beam had signalled the two mens imminent arrival to the nearby waiting consorts, who immediately advanced and then wasted no time in directing them both towards a corridor leading down to two large doors. These doors were already opened of course, a throng of people already gathered beyond, their voices blurring into a hum of indiscernible chatter within. The Captain entered the hall first, he looked about, sensing the clear and obvious tension here as he did so, nobody needed to be either an empath or a telepath to sense this for it was quite obvious upon the faces of the officers already seated in the hall itself. The Captain glanced briefly towards Isengard, who was clearly formulating his own impressions now on what was transpiring, he seemed preoccupied. "Mr Isengard?", queried the Captain. (Reply Isengard, IYW) (Posted by Alan) (Khitomer - Conference Hall, Main Hall - Lieutenant Walker Isengard - 04:50) ~Gods Above.~ Walker thought as he stepped into the room where hundreds of people were gathering. He'd underestimated the worry that even Captains would feel, much less their escorts. The entire hall was a maelstrom of tension, despair, and a carefully controlled hostility. That, and T'Vhor wasn't the only person to consider a telepath as their escort. "Mr. Isengard?" asked the Captain after a few moments. Walker turned in to the Vulcan, and spoke quietly enough that only T'vhor's Vulcan hearing would allow Walker to be understood. "At first read, everyone is about as irritated or worried as could be expected in the circumstances. The guards are a nice mix of everything, again, about what 'd expect from trying to guard so many... infamous people." He let his mind wander, very gently, around the room as he took the measure of people. "There are no other high ranking members of Starfleet Command here, not from the current time anyway." (reply: if desired) Admiral Sevant stepped up beside them after a few more moments, he must have beamed in right behind them. "Sir," Walker said, nodding slightly to the Admiral. Sevant bowed his head in return and whispered something in T'Vhor's ear that Walker couldn’t hear, and then immediately stepped off for the front of the room where Walker could see (and sense) other high ranking officers. Walker shook his head and went back to his passive scans, not trying to irritate anyone... yet. (reply: T'Vhor, any) (posted by Trout) (Khitomer – Conference Hall – CO, Captain T'Vhor – 04:55) Isengard had obviously assessed the situation accordingly, it seemed that it was just as expected, nobody quite knew what was happening at all, even the top brass themselves. The assembled officers, gathered as they now were in small groups throughout the hall talked amongst themselves, arguably the subject being the why's and wherefore's of why they were now here. Of course to each of them only two weeks, plus or minus a few hours had passed since they had last communicated with Starfleet and been listed as missing, from Starfleet's point of view however, it had been five long years and a good deal of official letters being sent to relatives in regards the loss of their loved one's in the line of duty! The only thing that was for certain right now was that It could make one mad trying to get an angle on all of this. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan) (Shuttle Hyperion - Crew Compartment - ACSO, Ensign Teverine Tolqu - 05:10) The shuttle ride had been a long and boring one; Teverine had sat silently the entire journey revelling in the idea of his first assignment. He had no details of his new ship and knew nothing of its crew. All reports pertaining to his new ship where classified making it much harder for him to prepare. He wondered why he had been sent all the way out to Khitomer to rendezvous but guessed that it may be due to the reasons why any reports about this ship where being withheld. ~Damn I wish this shuttle would hurry up~ He did not feel nervous about his new assignment he just wanted to get it started as soon as possible. Pondering what was going to happen he snapped out of his thoughts as the pilot turned and nodded to him almost on queue. Teverine was not easily shocked but the view out his window was awe inspiring he had never seen so many Starfleet ships in one place there must be over 200 hundred vessels out there. He was not one to take pictures but if there was any a time to start a collection this was the place to begin. Standing Teverine readied himself for transport aboard his new ship and finally a start to his new life. Feeling the slight tingle as the transporter activated he blinked and looked around slightly confused at seeing only the transporter operator present. (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Peter) (USS Spectre – Transporter Room 2 – ACSO, Ensign Teverine Tolqu - 05:12) ~I thought someone would be here to greet me at least~ Looking to the ensign who had just transported him he asked where to report to. The ensign showed signs of fatigue but helped in his own manner pointing out the way to the research section on the same deck. Nodding his gratitude Teverine departed immediately to report in. ~What the hell has happened here ?~ As he walked the corridor everyone seemed to be on tender hooks the atmosphere could be cut with a knife, back straight and walking as stiffly as ever Teverine kept his eyes forward and his face emotionless as he moved down the corridor. He could almost taste the tension in the air and by the looks he received this vessel had not had many new crew members in a long time. What was odd that most people he passed seemed to hurry their step as he approached fearful of any ramifications of talking to him. (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Peter) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign JG Harry McKnight - 05:20) Harry figured that he would be needed on the bridge and so found himself walking out of the turbolift onto the bridge. He looked around, looking at each station in turn. He noticed that Commander Capps was still on the bridge, so Harry took the secondary tactical console. He began with his duties. (reply Any, all) (posted by Brandon) (USS Spectre – Astrophysics Lab – ACSO, Ensign Teverine Tolqu - 05:20) As he approached he saw his superior hunched over a console. Coughing gently to get his superiors attention he waited till he had finished his work before turning to see the new arrival, a slight perplexed look was on his face as Teverine stood patiently waiting for him to finish his work. ~Did anyone tell him I was arriving from Starfleet?~ “Ensign Teverine Tolqu reporting as ordered sir " Handing over the communiqué padd with details of his assignment signed of by Starfleet academy. Teverine watched as his superior officer quickly scanned the information on it. (Reply Deston) "I have been assigned here by Starfleet sir; I just passed training and was told to come straight here and make myself known." (Reply Deston, Any) (Posted by Peter) (USS Spectre – Astrophysics Lab – ACSO Lt. (jg) Carlyle Deston - 05:20) Carl Deston had been hunched over the console in Astrophysics for nearly two hours, virtually unmoving, heedless of the ache spreading across and down his back, and largely unaware of his environment. Until a quiet but meaningful cough roused him from his reverie. Deston's eyes widened as he brought his attention back to the physical world; he straightened and turned, wincing as he became aware of the massive, aching tract his back had become. He fought not to show the grimace on his face, managing to transform it into something more closely akin to a querulous look. Standing before him was a young ensign dressed in uniform blues; apparently male, but of a species unfamiliar to Deston. The ensign spoke. “Ensign Teverine Tolqu reporting as ordered, sir." He handed a PADD to Deston, which Carl accepted and looked over. ~Ah, an Ornaran. I... do not know any Ornarans. Until now.~ "Welcome aboard, Ensign Tolqu. You've chosen an... interesting time to join the crew of this ship." He continued reading the orders, summoning a sidebar synopsis regarding Ornaran and it's people to bring him up to speed on that front. "I have been assigned here by Starfleet sir; I just passed training and was told to come straight here and make myself known." Deston looked over the PADD at Tolqu, a smile lightening his features for the first time in days. "So have we all, ensign. Wouldn't it be refreshing if, perhaps, the Romulans assigned us to our berths now and then?" He chuckled and extended his hand to the ensign. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Ensign Tolqu. I'm Carlyle Deston. Though I should be up front with you: I wasn't assigned here at all, though I seem to be settling in nicely. "So, tell me about yourself - not this officious fleet record stuff," he said, waving the PADD briefly, "but your own words and thoughts." (Reply Tolqu) (Posted by John O'Neill) (USS Spectre – Bridge – TAC/SC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 05:21) The sound of a hiss reached Calvin’s ear, and as always the Lt Cmdr looked up from his console over to the turbolift doors. He watched his newest member of the TAC/SEC team enter the bridge. Given the current situation Calvin staffed two members of the department on the bridge at one time. Each member being able to control tactical and security, but if needed one could concentrate on tactical and the other security. The Lt Cmdr thought about how the Ensign was doing such a great job so far. He was happy to see that Ensign McKnight really cared about his work and strived for excellence. Calvin stepped away from his console, and moved in the direction of Harry. “Ensign McKnight,” Calvin said as he approached. “How is your morning?” He asked standing to the left of Harry behind the console that the Ensign occupied. (reply McKnight) “I am just fine, thanks. Listen, with the meetings being held this morning, I would like to take some precautions on the Spectre in case something does happen. I don’t want anything that would cause a panic or to disturb our usual routines, but to prepare us for anything.” (reply McKnight) “At this point, I have no reason to believe that something will happen but as Chief I need to protect this crew and ship no matter how of unbelievable the situation may be. Do you have any suggestions.” (reply McKnight) (posted by Calvin) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign jg Harry McKnight - 05:23) As Harry began the typical routine he had created for himself at the tactical station, he couldn't help but realize that he, in all grand respects, was five years older, according to Starfleet. It was rather . . . unsettling . . . to know this. Nevertheless, it did not hinder his duties nor did it hinder his perception and senses, as he noticed Lieutenant Commander Capps walking up behind him from the main tactical station. Capps reached and held a position to the left of Harry. “Ensign McKnight,” the security chief said as he approached. “How is your morning?” Amidst his true state of mind, Harry thought a little humor might be in order. "Well, sir. To be honest, I'm trying to figure out if this whole time-jump thing might be profitable. If we could figure out how to harness the phenomenon, we could propel anyone forward or backward at will. Call me a Ferengi, but I think this could be worthwhile." With the joke over, he became a little more serious. "How are you this morning sir?" “I am just fine, thanks. Listen, with the meetings being held this morning, I would like to take some precautions on the Spectre in case something does happen.. I don’t want anything that would cause a panic or to disturb our usual routines, but to prepare us for anything.” Harry nodded. "It would most definitely be a good idea sir. Do you think something might happen?" “At this point, I have no reason to believe that something will happen but as Chief I need to protect this crew and ship no matter how of unbelievable the situation may be. Do you have any suggestions.” It was interesting indeed that the Chief was asking him this. According to everyone onboard this ship, he was a two week old rookie. However, that wasn't going to stop him from making an impression. "I don't think we have a reason to arm ourselves yet, but having a couple extra crew shift rotations to keep us fresh wouldn't hurt. Maybe even some extra drills, just to keep everyone on their toes. I'm have that feeling that panic won't be our biggest problem when those meetings are over. Perhaps a little adrenaline might be good for everyone." He hoped that would help out. "Have you got anything in mind sir?" (reply Capps) (posted by Brandon) (USS Spectre – Bridge – TAC/SC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 05:24) "I don't think we have a reason to arm ourselves yet, but having a couple extra crew shift rotations to keep us fresh wouldn't hurt. Maybe even some extra drills, just to keep everyone on their toes. I'm have that feeling that panic won't be our biggest problem when those meetings are over. Perhaps a little adrenaline might be good for everyone." Harry took a deep breath and continued. "Have you got anything in mind sir?" Calvin listened to the Ensign as Harry gave his opinion. The Lt Cmdr was happy to know that the new Officer was not one that believed violence and weapons were the answer to all. Ensign McKnight was a strategic thinker. “Ensign McKnight I think that is an excellent idea. Set up the first drill for 0545. I want you to oversee it. Run it as you see fit, but send me the final drill before it begins. I will communicate with the necessary command staff to alert them of our impromptu drill.” (reply McKnight) (Posted by Calvin) (USS Spectre – Astrophysics Lab – ACSO Cadet Teverine Tolqu – 05:26) Teverine stood stiff and rigid as Deston read from the PADD, feeling an urge to shift his feet Teverine suppressed the feeling holding his position as he waited for his superior officer to finish inspecting the information on the PADD. "Welcome aboard, Ensign Tolqu. You've chosen an... Interesting time to join the crew of this ship." Teverine could only nod remembering the mass of ships just on the other side of the bulk heads. Not wanting to seem forward he had forgone the question of why so many ships where massed in one area of space assuming he would be informed if it was relevant to him. Knowing his position he would be the last to be told of anything of value until he had proven himself a capable member of Starfleet. He kept silent a little longer whilst Deston continued to read waiting. Noticing he had almost finished he continued. "I have been assigned here by Starfleet sir; I just passed training and was told to come straight here and make myself known." "So have we all, ensign. Wouldn't it be refreshing if, perhaps, the Romulans assigned us to our berths now and then?" Deston smiled warmly to him and Teverine attempted to replicate the feeling but failed miserably, he was to tense to feel humour or a lightening of his feelings and knew his smile looked terribly fake. Sighing he shrugged as Deston continued. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Ensign Tolqu. I'm Carlyle Deston.Though I should be up front with you: I wasn't assigned here at all, though I seem to be settling in nicely.” ~I won’t even bother asking~ Teverine kept his curiosity in check whatever the case Deston was his superior officer. “So, tell me about yourself - not this officious fleet record stuff, but your own words and thoughts." Teverine mused for a second while he contemplated the best answer. ~Well I am not telling him about my wife that much is too much information.~ “Ornaran culture has much to owe to Starfleet and when I was brought up I knew from our past that we were on a downward spiral into a world of hell. I always knew my heart belonged to serving a higher purpose and growing up I knew my life was with Starfleet. But as things go I met my wife and got sidetracked with a different life…” Teverine paused his emotions started to get the better of him again as he mentioned his wife and the feelings of love, loathing and hatred all rose within him, gulping silently he continued. “But things never pan out the way you plan I suppose and when the opportunity came for me to apply I did not hesitate.” ~God I hope he doesn’t ask about Perra ~ NRPG: Perra is my wife's name RPG: “I know I have some issues” High lighting his last word Teverine looked Deston in the eye. “My past is still haunting me in many ways and when I feel ready I will explain to you about it. But my loyalty has never been questioned. I know I am not the funniest person on the block but when your home world has just come out of 200 years of Felcium I am surprised we are all as sane as we are.” Smiling at his own irony Teverine let out a deep breath... ~Damn that actually felt good~ This time he did have a much more genuine smile as he waited to be dismissed and travel back to his quarters and get things sorted and unpacked. (Reply Deston) (Posted by Peter) (USS Spectre – Astrophysics Lab – ACSO Lt. (jg) Carlyle Deston – 05:30) To Deston's rather practiced ear and eye, Ensign Tolqu seemed rather more tense than would normally be expected of a newly-minted and assigned ensign reporting to his first duty station; his words hinted at a pain alien to Deston's experience. Those words, in conjunction with the summary on Ornaran he'd called up on the PADD, made it obvious that Tolqu had been through a rougher life than the (mythical) typical Starfleet cadet - and moreso than he was telling, which was evocative enough. When he was done, Tolqu seemed much more... relieved, relaxed; he actually had a trace of a smile on his face. "Mr. Tolqu - I do have that right? It's not Mr. Teverine? - the fact that you made it through the Academy and are standing here on the deck of this ship speaks volumes about you; you owe me nothing outside of what Starfleet expects of us all. But if you ever do care to confide in me, know that it would be an honor and a privilege. "In the meantime: I expect you're eager to get situated in quarters, and maybe hit the mess hall." Deston handed the PADD back to Tolqu. "Myself... it's been a long shift, my back hurts, and I think I want some grub before I retire for the, uh, day." Deston still wasn't used to being "off-shift", and harbored some minor, irrational resentment about it. "Dismissed, ensign; I'll see you back here later." He waited until Tolqu passed through the door, then he did some quick stretches to alleviate the ache in his back, cleaned up his workstations, logged out, and headed for the crew's mess. (Reply Tolqu) (Posted by John O'Neill) (Shuttlecraft Aristotle - Cockpit - Ensign JG Quinn Beckett - 05:30) Beckett sat somewhat impatiently in the co-pilot's seat as the pilot of the shuttlecraft punched in a few commands on the helm. He could feel his heart pumping, finally getting this first assignment has been his dream, to finally explore that which he has not seen before. He felt he had rightfully earned his place, though. It didn't come easy, and not without its sacrifices, but in the end, it was all definately worth it. The pilot spoke up, "So, your first assignment, is it?" Beckett grinned as he looked at the rather attractive human female pilot sitting next to him, "Indeed." He allowed for his most charming smile, "I'll be the Spectre's captain inside of a week." His attractive grey eyes hinted that he was obviously making a joke. The pilot laughed quietly as she looked back from him to her controls, "I'll be sure to send a communique to Captain T'Vhor to watch out for his job." Beckett raised his eyebrows in mock disbelief, "And ruin my chances to get the center chair by surprise?" He slightly shook his head, "And here I thought you would've been a perfect First Officer for me, tsk tsk." His flirtatious nature definately had an affect on her, as he could see her cheeks turn slightly red. He smiled and turned back to the main viewport. "We are closing on the Spectre now," she said. Beckett didn't need her prompting as he himself could see the ship sitting in space dead ahead in all her majestic awe. Several other Starfleet vessels were also in orbit of Khitomer. Beckett's heart skipped a beat as he gazed at the ship's beauty, "There she is..." His thought trailed off as he watched the ship's size expand as they got closer. The pilot looked over at him and grinned, her obvious attraction to him not hidden in the least, watching his reaction. "I have a rendevous in less than an hour, so we'll skip the docking proceedures and just beam you aboard. It's much faster that way." Beckett raised an eyebrow and looked from the ship to her, "Looking to get rid of me that quickly, eh?" He saw her blush and look down slightly. He decided to ease her a bit and smiled, "Sounds like a good plan to me. Bring us alongside the Spectre and I'll beam aboard." The pilot nodded and a few moments later, it was time. She looked over to him and couldn't help but smile. "You may have the honors." Beckett took in a breath and pressed the control to hail the Spectre. "Shuttlecraft Aristotle to Spectre." A male voice came over the comm channel, =/\= Spectre here, this is Commander Andrew Williams. =/\= "This is Ensign Beckett, requesting to beam aboard, Sir. The Aristotle is rushed for time and has insufficient time to dock." =/\= Permission granted. Once aboard, report to the bridge, I'll be up here waiting. =/\= "Yes, Sir. Aristotle out." He closed the comm channel and looked at the pilot. He stood up from the co-pilot's seat, "Permission to disembark, Ensign." The pilot laughed under her breath, "Granted, of course. Good luck on your assignment, and call me Heather." She looked up at him for what she hoped wasn't the last time. Beckett nodded graciously and stepped over to the transporter in the aft section of the cockpit. "The next time I'm in this sector...." Heather interrupted, "....I'll have the dinner reservation set." She smiled. Beckett winked a thank you to her. "Energize." He suddenly felt the transporter effect surround his body. (Reply Any, None) (Posted by Will) (USS Spectre – Astrophysics Lab – ACSO, Ensign Teverine Tolqu – 05:33) Teverine looked on as he could feel a burden lift of his shoulders. ~Damn that felt good to be honest for once all them councillors had got me to on edge~ Teverine had always elaborated to his previous councillors in fear that telling anything near the truth would certainly have him kicked out of Starfleet. When he did eventually capitulate to tell the whole truth to one such councillor there response was less than sympathetic at what he had done and had lead to a few marks on his permanent record which made him feel as if his past was a reason to have him separated from the norm. "Mr. Tolqu - I do have that right? It's not Mr. Teverine? - the fact that you made it through the Academy and are standing here on the deck of this ship speaks volumes about you; you owe me nothing outside of what Starfleet expects of us all. But if you ever do care to confide in me, know that it would be an honour and a privilege.” Teverine was taken aback this was an officer he would never dreamed of having someone to look up to and replicate. No one had been this kind to him in such a short amount of time. He knew to his core that this was someone he could grow to trust implicitly eventually. Friends and trust had never really come to him since joining Starfleet. He knew everyone would have his back but that did not mean he could talk to them of his thoughts and feelings, so he kept them bottled up just beneath the surface hiding in his work to counter his less than talkative nature. The only one he did get along with at Starfleet was Quinn who he only met near the end of his training.~I wonder where they assigned him in the end~ Snapping out of his thoughts Teverine replied. “Mr Tolqu sir my name is Teverine.” "In the meantime: I expect you're eager to get situated in quarters, and maybe hit the mess hall." Taking the PADD Teverine nodded his agreement he sorely needed to eat and more so see his quarters and get things organized. "Myself... it's been a long shift, my back hurts, and I think I want some grub before I retire for the, uh, day. Dismissed, ensign; I'll see you back here later." (Reply None) (Posted by Peter) (USS Spectre - Deck 4 Corridor – Ensign jg, Teverine Tolqu - 05:45) Teverine walked through the door still in a slight daze of euphoria this was where he was meant to be right here right now. He finally felt at home, feeling the gentle buzz of the engine below his feet Teverine smiled. ~If only my parents were alive now they would be so proud of me~ quickly his thoughts went to Perra and his stomach knotted at his past and the actions that lead him here. ~Something terrible can sometimes lead to something good it seems~ Smiling to himself Teverine stood there soaking in the ship and the feeling beneath his feet. Suddenly the door behind him whooshed open as Deston appeared holding the small of his back slightly hunched. Obviously in some discomfort and a little surprised to see Teverine still standing there. “Sir may I.” A look of confusion was on Deston's face as Teverine slowly turned him around. Placing his hand on Deston’s back, Teverine let out a small current of energy enough to just get the muscles vibrating. A trick he used himself often after a hard training session to ensure the lactic acid would not bother him with aches and pains. He started at the base of his back slowly guiding his hand to cover the whole area of Deston's back finishing back at the base of his spine. He knew the effect all to well and though there was some discomfort he knew the immediate and long term effects were worth it. (Reply Deston) Seeing the amazed look on Deston as he stood straight slowly expecting the jolt of pain which never came. Teverine nodded his thanks and turned as he walked down the corridor. (Reply Deston) (Postd by Peter) (USS Spectre – Corridor Outside Astrophysics Lab, Deck 4 – ACSO Lt. (jg) Carl Deston – 05:45) As the door opened, Deston was somewhat surprised to see Ensign Tolqu standing in the corridor; he attempted to attain normal posture but, despite his stretches, he was still too stiff and sore, as well as surprised, to do so completely. The Ornaranian didn't miss a thing. "Oh - pardon me, Ensign..." he began. Tolqu interrupted, “Sir, may I?” Bemused, Deston allowed himself to be turned around by Tolqu, who then placed his hands on Deston's back. Deston hissed in surprise - and discomfort - as a continuous tingling shock radiated from Tolqu's hands through his back. The ensign spent a few seconds moving his hands across Deston's back, then removed them. Astonished, Deston could feel the tightness vanish, and he effortlessly straightened up completely, resuming normal posture completely free of pain or stiffness. "WOW - that was amazing!" Deston exclaimed, turning to face Tolqu. "Thank you - thank you very much." He grinned with relief, a thought occurring to him. "You may want to keep that a secret, unless you want to be reassigned as ship's masseuse!" He remembered the notation in the sidebar he'd pulled up a few minutes ago, about the Ornaran racial ability to create and project bioelectricity, but he hadn't been aware that they had such fine control over it. (Reply Tolqu if so desired but not necessary) (Posted by John O'Neill) (Khitomer - Conference Hall - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 05:47) By now, Admiral Sevant, the Spectre being his flagship and all, had arrived to the proceedings and had approached to utter a quick word of warning to it's CO. “Keep a grip on Mr Isengard Captain”, he had said, out of earshot of the Betazoid Lieutenant himself of course. The Captain had merely raised an eyebrow at the remark, perhaps the Admiral was privy to facts that he himself was not in regards Walker Isengard. As far as the Captain was concerned though, for the moment it was not an issue, the man had been requested as his escort and as such, T'Vhor would undoubtably account for any eventuality borne from his presence here... gripped or not. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ensign JG Quinn Beckett - 05:55) Beckett walked off the turbolift and onto the bridge. His walk from the transporter room to here gave him a nice look at the ship's layout and he seemed to be quite impressed. He instantly walked toward the command center in the middle of the bridge and promptly stood at attention. He very much tried to drown out any anticipation he was feeling by laying on a thick air of formality, "Ensign Junior Grade Quinn Beckett, reporting for duty as transfer orders dictate, Commander." (Reply Commander Williams) (Posted by Will) (USS Spectre - Bridge - FO, Williams - 06:00) "Ensign Junior Grade Quinn Beckett, reporting for duty as transfer orders dictate, Commander." Andrew looked up at the Ensign standing beside him. He had been informed by the transporter chief that Beckett had arrived and he had glanced over Beckett’s file before he had arrived. “Welcome aboard Ensign.” (Reply Beckett) Andrew looked over at Capps. “I will be in my office. You have the bridge lieutenant Commander.” (Reply Capps IYW) He looked back at Beckett. “If you would like to follow me Ensign.” He turned and headed for his office. (Reply Beckett, Capps IYW) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ops, Ensign jg Quinn Beckett - 06:01) "Ensign Junior Grade Quinn Beckett, reporting for duty as transfer orders dictate, Commander." Andrew looked up at the Ensign standing beside him. He had been informed by the transporter chief that Beckett had arrived and he had glanced over Beckett’s file before he had arrived. “Welcome aboard Ensign.” Beckett remained at formal attention, "Thank you, Commander." He didn't say anything else as he didn't want to make any mistakes with his first impression on the high ranking man. Andrew looked over at Capps. “I will be in my office. You have the bridge lieutenant Commander.” (Reply Capps IYW) NRPG: I'm sorry to interrupt the story here, but what exactly does "IYW" mean? RPG: He looked back at Beckett. “If you would like to follow me Ensign.” He turned and headed for his office. Beckett turned on his heel and followed the commander without any hesitation. (Reply Capps IYW) (Posted by Will) (USS Spectre – FO's Office - FO, Williams - 06:03) They entered his office, Andrew moved over to the replicator. “Would you like something to drink Ensign?” (Reply Beckett) Andrew put in the order and waited for it to appear. He then took a seat and offered one to Beckett. “Ensign it is good to see that you have arrived. The captain would have seen you on your arrival but he is planet side at the moment so you are stuck with me.” (Reply Beckett) “What made you want to join star fleet Ensign?” (Reply Beckett) Andrew nodded. “Is that why you chose Ops as you area of work?” (Reply Beckett) (Reply Capps, Beckett) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Ops, Ensign jg Quinn Beckett - 06:04) They entered his office Andrew moved over to the replicator. “Would you like some thing to drink Ensign?” Beckett could feel his mouth go dry as he stood in the same room as the commander. Trying not to allow his current emotion of nervousness seep through his pores, he held his hands behind his back in parade rest form. "Negative, Commander. Thank you." Andrew put in the order and waited for it to appear. He then took a seat and offered one to Beckett. “Ensign it is good to see that you have arrived. The captain would have seen you on your arrival but he is planet side at the moment so you are stuck with me.” Beckett sat down and tried not to grin at the commander's claim that he's stuck with him, his grey eyes locked on the commander's. "I understand, Sir. It is, nonetheless, a privilage to have reported to either you or the Captain." ~A little thick there, Quinn, isn't it? Don't make your nose too brown, now.~ Beckett broke eye contact for a moment at that thought, wishing he didn't make that last statement sound such like a kiss ass, which was the last thing he wanted to portray. He hoped the commander understood. “What made you want to join star fleet Ensign?” Beckett had been asked this question on more than one occassion, and in an attempt to relax himself a bit, he replied with a sly grin on his face, "The women, Sir." It was at this time that he hoped that the high ranking commander had a good sense of humor. (Reply Williams) Beckett took on a more serious tone, feeling a bit more relaxed now. "Sir, I joined Starfleet in the hopes to explore all that I haven't seen before in both the universe around us as well as what hidden potentials are within myself. I didn't really want to end up like my parents, locked in one spot all my life in a job in computer programming or maintenance. Andrew nodded. “Is that why you chose Ops as you area of work?” "Yes, Sir." Beckett grinned, "It was a perfect opportunity to explore the harmony between my love for exploration and computer systems. In all honesty, if it wasn't for Starfleet, Sir, I would still be stuck in England with my parents." He had hoped that the commander understood the slight pun of never leaving the nest. (Reply Capps, Williams) (Posted by Will) (USS Spectre – FO's Office - FO, Williams - 06:05) "The women, Sir." Andrew smiled. “Well that is one reason for sure!” "Sir, I joined Starfleet in the hopes to explore all that I haven't seen before in both the universe around us as well as what hidden potentials are within myself. I didn't really want to end up like my parents, locked in one spot all my life in a job in computer programming or maintenance. Andrew nodded. “Is that why you chose Ops as you area of work?” "Yes, Sir." Beckett grinned. "It was a perfect opportunity to explore the harmony between my love for exploration and computer systems. In all honesty, if it wasn't for Starfleet, Sir, I would still be stuck in England with my parents." Andrew nodded. “Join the fleet explore the galaxy. You will definatly get a chance to explore computers here.” He paused for a moment and looked at Beckett’s notes. “It says here that you Yebnata's Syndrome, which you are cured from. How did that come about?” (Reply Beckett) “It says in your file that you originally came from England . My family came from a city called Hereford near the Welsh border.” (Reply Beckett) Andrew nodded. “Yeh I know where it is. I don’t go back as much as I would want to though.” He paused for a moment. “Anyway. It is good to have you aboard. Go and find you quarters and stow your gear. Lieutenant Santiago also works in Ops I would go and find him or go to the Ops department and they will sort out your shift roster.” “Is there anything that you would like to ask?” (Reply Beckett) (Reply Beckett) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – FO's Office - Ensign JG Quinn Beckett - 06:07) "The women, Sir." Andrew smiled. “Well that is one reason for sure!” "Sir, I joined Starfleet in the hopes to explore all that I haven't seen before in both the universe around us as well as what hidden potentials are within myself. I didn't really want to end up like my parents, locked in one spot all my life in a job in computer programming or maintenance. Andrew nodded. “Is that why you chose Ops as you area of work?” "Yes, Sir." Beckett grinned, "It was a perfect opportunity to explore the harmony between my love for exploration and computer systems. In all honesty, if it wasn't for Starfleet, Sir, I would still be stuck in England with my parents." Andrew nodded. “Join the fleet explore the galaxy. You will defiantly get a chance to explore computer here.” He paused for a moment and looked at Beckett’s notes. “It says here that you Yebnata's Syndrome, which you are cured from. How did that come about?” Beckett raised an eyebrow as he just remembered from his study of the ship's crew manifest that the first officer was also the chief medical officer on board. The question was valid for either position to ask, and he trusted that the doctor/patient confidentiality would be maintained with this man. "It is a sydrome of hereditary origin, Sir. It can skip many generations to inflict one poor soul, I just got the luck of the draw. And, yes sir, it was cured, however not without its long-lasting side-affects. You see, there are dangerous times where I could feel no pain, usually during highly emotional moments. It is a curse I must bear for the rest of my life." (Reply Williams) “It says in your file that you originally came from England. My family came from a city called Hereford near the Walsh border.” Beckett nodded, he was familiar with Hereford, visited there only a couple times in his life though. "Yes, sir. I was born and raised in the city of Enfield, if you know where that is." Andrew nodded. “Yeh I know where it is. I don’t go back as much as I would want to though.” He paused for a moment. “Any way. It is good to have you aboard. Go and find you quarters and stow your gear. Lieutenant Santiago also works in Ops I would go and find him or go to the Ops department and they will sort out your shift roster.” "Understood, Commander." “Is there anything that you would like to ask?” Beckett thought for a moment. "Sir, I understand from recent reports that the Spectre was part of a fleet that has been absent for the past five years. Can you explain a little more? From the reports I've read, they seem to have been a bit vague." (Reply Williams) (Posted by Will Flessas) (USS Spectre – FO's Office - FO, Williams - 06:10) "It is a sydrome of hereditary origin, Sir. It can skip many generations to inflict one poor soul, I just got the luck of the draw. And, yes sir, it was cured, however not without its long-lasting side-affects. You see, there are dangerous times where I could feel no pain, usually during highly emotional moments. It is a curse I must bear for the rest of my life." Andrew nodded as he filed that bit of information. “I see that you for explanation.” He paused and then carried on. “It says in your file that you originally came from England . My family came from a city called Hereford near the Walsh border.” Beckett nodded, he was familiar with Hereford , visited there only a couple times in his life though. "Yes, sir. I was born and raised in the city of Enfield , if you know where that is." Andrew nodded. “Yeh I know where it is. I don’t go back as much as I would want to though.” He paused for a moment. “Anyway. It is good to have you aboard. Go and find you quarters and stow your gear. Lieutenant Santiago also works in Ops I would go and find him or go to the Ops department and they will sort out your shift roster.” "Understood, Commander." “Is there anything that you would like to ask?” Beckett thought for a moment. "Sir, I understand from recent reports that the Spectre was part of a fleet that has been absent for the past five years. Can you explain a little more? From the reports I've read, they seem to have been a bit vague." Andrew gave a slight smile. “Vague is definatly the right word. It is vague not through some massive conspiracy but for the reason we are not to sure why it happened. One minutes were sitting in space and then wham we are hurtled five years into the future.” He paused for a second before carrying on. “You many find the tension among some of the crew a bit strained. Bear with it a lot has changed for many of the crew.” (Reply Beckett ) “If there is nothing else then please get yourself settled into your quarters and go to your duty station.” Andrew smiled. “If you have any problems don’t hesitate to see me and welcome aboard.” (Reply Beckett ) (Reply Beckett ) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – FO's Office - Ensign JG Quinn Beckett - 06:12) “You many find the tension among some of the crew a bit strained. Bear with it a lot has changed for many of the crew," Commander Williams admitted. Beckett couldn't even imagine what it was like for these people, not to mention his sympathies went out to all of them. He nodded slowly, "I understand, Sir. As sad the situation may be to many on board the Spectre and other starfleet vessels that were with you, it's a healthy thought that at least all of you made it through alive." He watched as the first officer nodded. “If there is nothing else then please get your self settled into your quarters and go to your duty station.” Andrew smiled. “If you have any problems don’t hesitate to see me and welcome aboard.” "Thank you, Commander." He stood and actually felt as though this meeting progressed with much more ease than he had originally anticipated. He grinned another thank you and turned around, heading out of the first officer's office and to his new quarters. (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Will Flessas) (Khitomer - Conference Hall - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 06:13) Suddenly, the voices had begun to diminish, a clear signal to anyone that someone high ranking had appeared to take the stage, this of course was LoDona himself. The Admiral had clearly been tasked with overseeing these proceedings and he took the raised dais with his usual sure footedness and very quickly brought the meeting to order, starting with a brief introduction and following up with a 'to the point', but perhaps illogical query in regards each ships specific location over the past five years! “Where the hell have you been?”, he had asked. Captain Stakes had been the first to offer her input, she had stood curtly and then in no uncertain terms, 'ripped' into him with a few choice words of her own. “Don’t be ridiculous, Robert”, she had began, before quickly pointing out the errors of his choice of questioning with a query along the lines of 'how are we supposed to have done it if we had been hiding'... Captain T'Vhor had to agree that she had a point there before standing himself and pointing out yet another error in the Admiral's logic. “I believe Admiral, that it is more a question of 'when' have we been”, he offered. “the where is a completely illogical query, each ship as you know already, reappeared precisely where it was listed as having vanished five years beforehand.... we were told only to standby, we were then escorted here to Khitomer”, he added. “Our spatial location is not, and has never been an issue as far as I am aware” (Reply LoDona, Any) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Deck 6, Tolqu’s Quarters - ACSO, Ensign Teverine Toqu - 07:50) Teverine looked around the spatial room. He did not have much to lay out, his clothing and very few personal possessions. A photo of his wife Perra but he never put that out he kept in a small box beside his bed. A reminder of everything bad that could happen if he did not keep moving forward with his life, Teverine felt his stomach rumble as he could not remember the last time he ate. This was a day that he never wanted to end and it had only just started. He stood and moved to the door. (Reply None) (Posted by Peter) (USS Spectre - Beckett's Personal Quarters - Ops Officer, Ensign JG Beckett - 07:50) After receiving a quick breakdown of the history of the Spectre from the ship's first officer in his office, Beckett decided to go to his new personal quarters to settle in and unpack. He didn't quite know what to think about the jumping forward in time bit, but he was glad of one thing, that he was not on board when it happened. He never really enjoyed the thought of being a victim of temporal misplacement, however fascinating the concept may be. He tried to imagine, five years lost in a matter of an instantaneous moment. The thought shot shivers down his spine. As he continued to unpack his modest belongings, he spoke up. "Computer, begin personal log." He could hear the computer chirp in compliance. "I have reported on board the Spectre and her first officer not long ago. I don't know if I'll run into anyone that I know on this ship, but considering that the Spectre has just returned from being lost for five years, it is doubtful. I am currently waiting to hear from the Chief of Operations about where I am on the duty roster as Commander Williams has assured me that he will tell him that I've reported on board." He paused a moment as he picked up an item from his suitcase, a clear palm-sized crystal, a gift to him from one of his past romances. He grinned slightly as memories flooded back into his mind and he continued his log entry, "I have high hopes that I will have a chance to settle into this ship before anything major comes up, and I might make a friend or two." He grinned as his thoughts go to women, as it often did. "Who knows, life on the Spectre may not turn out as dull as one might think. End log." He finished putting his things away and took a look around his sparsely decorated quarters. "Definately needs a woman's touch." He chuckled to himself and thought that dining in his quarters this morning would be somewhat antisocial, so he decided the best thing for him to do right now is to go to Ten Forward for breakfast. He walked toward the door to the corridors. (Reply None) (Posted by Will) (USS Spectre - Deck 6, Corridor - ACSO, Ensign jg Teverine Tolqu - 08:00) Teverine’s jaw almost dropped as he looked at the person exiting the room next to his. “Quinn Beckett I don’t believe it.” (Reply Beckett) Shaking his one and only friend’s hand from his time at the academy, Teverine clapped his hand on Beckett’s shoulder. He knew they where polar opposites in nature but somehow they got along though because of there struggle in training a small bond was made that day. “Hungry Quinn I was just heading for some food.” (Reply Beckett) (Posted by Peter “twitchy” Richards) (USS Spectre - Deck 6, Corridor - Ops Officer Ensign jg, Quinn Beckett - 08:00) Teverine’s jaw almost dropped as he looked at the person exiting the room next to his. “Quinn Beckett I don’t believe it.” Beckett stopped in his tracks at the familiar voice that uttered his name. He turned to see that the voice came from his new-found friend from the Academy. He smiled instantly, "Tevvy-boy!" Shaking his one and only friend’s hand from his time at the academy, Teverine clapped his hand on Beckett’s shoulder. He knew they where polar opposites in nature but somehow they got along though because of there struggle in training a small bond was made that day. “Hungry Quinn I was just heading for some food.” Beckett kept his firm handshake with Teverine for a few moments before answering. "Great minds think like me," he grinned. "I was just on my way to Ten Forward for breakfast." He put his hand on Teverine's shoulder to indicate Teverine to follow. As they walked down the corridor, "So, see any good lookin' women on board yet?" As they walked, Quinn could feel such comraderie having found out that his Academy counterpart was assigned to the same ship, let alone to the quarters next door to his. (Reply Tolqu) (Posted by Will) (USS Spectre – Deck 6 Corridor – ACSO Ensign Teverine Tolqu - 08:04) Teverine visibly winced at being called “Tevvy-boy” ~I forgot how overtly happy this guy was maybe distance does make the memory grow fonder~ “Hungry Quinn I was just heading for some food.” Smiling back Teverine clasped Quinn’s hand and greeted his friend. "Great minds think like me," As he showed that ever present grin "I was just on my way to Ten Forward for breakfast." As they walked down the corridor towards the turbo-lift Quinn looked over. "So, see any good lookin' women on board yet?" Teverine sighed at his comrade and chose to ignore his question as they entered the lift. (Reply Beckett) (Posted by Peter) (USS Spectre – Ten Forward – ACSO, Ensign jg, Teverine Tolqu - 08:15) Teverine listened as Quinn told him about the five year time gap and everything he knew about the Spectre. ~This explains a lot and why so many crew members look on edge~ Teverine secretly felt relief he was joining now not then, but the thought struck him. ~There’s no one to miss me if I am gone now~ Looking on sombrely Teverine took a seat with Quinn and mused on what he fancied to eat. As a member of the serving staff came to take there order. “Muesli please.” The waiter nodded and turned to Beckett. (Reply Beckett) “So I wonder where we are going now then. I haven’t seen much but already I love this ship. What’s the bridge like Quinn ?” (Reply Beckett) As they slowly ate there breakfast they reminisced on times in training. Quinn laughing at Teverine for tying up all the victims they had been there to actually save and the scorn he had received from their training officer. “I’m telling you Beckett it was the safest option I could think of at the time to ensure everyone was safe including our marines we where in command of.” (Reply Beckett) Teverine often used Quinn’s surname when he became annoyed with him. A frequent occurrence that to him would only increase now his friend was on board. (Reply Beckett) (Posted by Peter Richards) (USS Spectre – Ten Forward – Ops Officer, Ensign JG Beckett - 08:16) Teverine listened as Quinn told him about the five year time gap and everything he knew about the Spectre. ~This explains a lot and why so many crew members look on edge~ Teverine secretly felt relief he was joining now not then, but the thought struck him. ~There’s no one to miss me if I am gone now~ Looking on sombrely Teverine took a seat with Quinn and mused on what he fancied to eat. As a member of the serving staff came to take there order. “Muesli please.” The waiter nodded and turned to Beckett. Beckett thought for a moment, "I'll have steak and eggs, scrambled. And a cup of coffee would be delightful as well." ~Where's the female waitresses around here?~ He chuckled at his own thought. “So I wonder where we are going now then. I haven’t seen much but already I love this ship. What’s the bridge like Quinn ?” Beckett looked back over to Teverine, "I heard rumor that the Spectre is on her way to a nearby starbase for a short period of time while Captain T'Vhor awaits our orders for the next mission. But, that's only rumor, I don't know for certain yet. As for the bridge, I've only spent a little time up there so far, but if anything, it looks very impressive at first glance." Beckett grinned, "I am, however, concerned about the crew. Impressive as they might seem, they are five years obsolete. A lot can happen in five years, and I wonder if they all are prepared for any kind of changes that have occured, personal and otherwise. I hope they'll be able to adapt." (Reply Tolqu) As they slowly ate there breakfast they reminisced on times in training. Quinn laughing at Teverine for tying up all the victims they had been there to actually save and the scorn he had received from their training officer. “I’m telling you Beckett it was the safest option I could think of at the time to ensure everyone was safe including our marines we where in command of.” Teverine often used Quinn’s surname when he became annoyed with him. A frequent occurrence that to him would only increase now his friend was on board. Beckett almost choked on his coffee in mid-drink. "Yeah, if you're striving to be a Klingon." He let out a slight chuckle, "Teverine, why are you wearing a teal uniform anyways? I thought you were going into Tactical, I never thought you were one who would study the sciences. (Reply Tolqu) Beckett listened intently to his friend, but was still thrown off-guard at the sudden change in his occupational choice. "I see." He finished his breakfast as one of the Ten Forward waitresses walked up and took his empty plate from him. Beckett smiled at her, noticing her shoulder-length black hair and hypnotic eyes. As she walked away, Beckett couldn't help but to completely admire the backside of her aesthetic features. He looked back to Teverine who made it apparent that he noticed Beckett's blatent desire. "I'm curious, Teverine. Since you left your wife behind for such a better life, and I'm not saying you shouldn't have, don't get me wrong, but I wonder if you've ever thought about getting to know a new woman in your life, one who has similar goals of improvement in life such as you do." He looked over at the waitress for a moment and noticed she looked at him and smiled, waving a hello to him with her fingers. Beckett winked and turned his grey eyes back to his friend. (Reply Tolqu) (Posted by Will Flessas) (USS Spectre – Ten Forward – ACSO, Ensign Teverine Tolqu - 08:26) Teverine listened to Quinn as he explained the layout of the bridge nodding at his comments as he ate his breakfast. "I am, however, concerned about the crew. Impressive as they might seem, they are five years obsolete. A lot can happen in five years, and I wonder if they all are prepared for any kind of changes that have occurred, personal and otherwise. I hope they'll be able to adapt." Teverine never took his eyes of his bowl as he absorbed what Quinn had said. “I have no doubt they will my friend. One thing you know in Starfleet is how to adapt to things. Let’s be honest the bigger shock will be talking to there families, what if a close relative has died or a girlfriend or wife has remarried or moved on what then? ” Pointing his spoon at Beckett to punctuate his point Teverine continued on. “I am more worried for their families what if you conquered one of their grieving girlfriends 3 years back in only the way that you so famously do?” (Reply Beckett) Seeing Quinn laughing brought back happy memories, as they finished off Teverine ordered a Coffee. Before moving to lighter matters of there training. “I’m telling you Beckett it was the safest option I could think of at the time to ensure everyone was safe including our marines we where in command of.” The Holodeck mission was to help people after being attacked by the Borg and Teverine had ordered everyone tied up in case anyone had been assimilated as he was point man with Beckett following up to ensure they where safe. Though a harsh tactic these kinds of things had been done with great effectiveness in the past. "Yeah, if you're striving to be a Klingon." Quinn still ribbed him for his over offensive nature in the situation but quickly changed tact. "Teverine, why are you wearing a teal uniform anyways? I thought you were going into Tactical, I never thought you were one who would study the sciences.” ~I didn’t intend to either~ Teverine sighed looking down at the colour of his uniform still not feeling right in it. “Aye I had always wanted a tactical position, but I had a meeting with the Admiral and a councillor they persuaded me my talents lay in other areas.” ~I still know they was wrong about it~ Teverine barely hid his contempt still silently seething at his switch in careers, he blamed the councillors personally they had helped talk the Admiral into changing his path; admittedly he liked science and was above average in that department, but he liked to fight he liked to win. “My…. Disposition to certain situations would benefit more people if I did not have a phaser in hand apparently.” Seeing his friend smirk Beckett nodded earnestly as Teverine spoke. "I see." As Beckett took his last bite of his gargantuan breakfast. Teverine having long before finished his bowl of Muesli. He watched as the waitress came over, to collect their plates, and almost on queue Teverine began rolling his eyes at Quinn’s lewd behaviour as he watched her walk away clearly in deep appreciation of the woman’s posterior. "I'm curious, Teverine. Since you left your wife behind for such a better life, and I'm not saying you shouldn't have, don't get me wrong, but I wonder if you've ever thought about getting to know a new woman in your life, one who has similar goals of improvement in life such as you do." The shock of what Quinn said almost hit him like a brick in the face. Teverine didn’t know weather to stand and walk out or hit the man opposite in the face outright. Friends where friends but to him this was overtly personal and something he wished Quinn had never found out about, to talk in such a flippant manner. Looking over at his counter-part as he coyly waved to the waitress. Teverine took a moment to calm down, looking around to see if anyone had heard what Beckett had said, this was personal to a level that he still did not feel comfortable with. “You are not Ornaran; you don’t know what it is like to see someone you love fall to the wayside on Felcium because of having a weak disposition. To know your entire race was hooked on a drug by those barstard Brekkians. To know that Felcium is a death and still knowingly take it like Perra did.” Just about holding his temper in check Teverine saw Beckett was already regretting bringing the subject up. “Yes I walked out on my wife. Yes she was in hospital on a life support machine. Yes I never looked back. And you know what I would do it again. That bitch never gave me anything but heart ache like any woman you get to close to. Why do you think you philander about with a different woman every night? Because deep down inside you know they can’t be trusted. You give a woman your heart and all you get in return is scorn and heartbreak.” (Reply Beckett) “That may well be true in your case my friend but we Ornarans’ have a saying. ‘Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise.’ I doubt I could love again after what I have done. Or what has been done to me.” (Reply Beckett) Standing up ending the conversation at that point Teverine felt too emotional to continue, he need some air. ~ Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. ~ “ I think I need to work off this breakfast. I think a jog around the decks might help get a better feel of the ship. And help know the layout better. Do you want to join me for a run ?” (Reply Beckett) (Posted by Peter Richards) (USS Spectre – Ten Forward – Ensign JG Quinn Beckett - 08:27) Teverine never took his eyes of his bowl as he absorbed what Quinn had said. “I have no doubt they will my friend. One thing you know in Starfleet is how to adapt to things. Let’s be honest the bigger shock will be talking to their families, what if a close relative has died or a girlfriend or wife has remarried or moved on what then?” Pointing his spoon at Beckett to punctuate his point Teverine continued on. “I am more worried for their families what if you conquered one of their grieving girlfriends 3 years back in only the way that you so famously do?” Beckett raised an eyebrow in mock innocence, "Hey, they all came on to me, I had nothing to do with it." He laughed. Seeing Quinn laughing brought back happy memories, as they finished off Teverine ordered a Coffee. Before moving to lighter matters of there training. “I’m telling you Beckett it was the safest option I could think of at the time to ensure everyone was safe including our marines we where in command of.” The Holodeck mission was to help people after being attacked by the Borg and Teverine had ordered everyone tied up in case anyone had been assimilated as he was point man with Beckett following up to ensure they where safe. Though a harsh tactic these kinds of things had been done with great effectiveness in the past. "Yeah, if you're striving to be a Klingon." Quinn still ribbed him for his over offensive nature in the situation but quickly changed tact. "Teverine, why are you wearing a teal uniform anyways? I thought you were going into Tactical, I never thought you were one who would study the sciences.” Teverine sighed looking down at the colour of his uniform still not feeling right in it. “Aye I had always wanted a tactical position, but I had a meeting with the Admiral and a councillor they persuaded me my talents lay in other areas.” Teverine barely hid his contempt still silently seething at his switch in careers, he blamed the councillors personally they had helped talk the Admiral into changing his path; admittedly he liked science and was above average in that department, but he liked to fight he liked to win. “My…. Disposition to certain situations would benefit more people if I did not have a phaser in hand apparently.” Seeing his friend smirk Beckett nodded earnestly as Teverine spoke. "I see." As Beckett took his last bite of his gargantuan breakfast. Teverine having long before finished his bowl of Muesli. He watched as the waitress came over, to collect their plates, and almost on queue Teverine began rolling his eyes at Quinn’s lewd behaviour as he watched her walk away clearly in deep appreciation of the woman’s posterior. "I'm curious, Teverine. Since you left your wife behind for such a better life, and I'm not saying you shouldn't have, don't get me wrong, but I wonder if you've ever thought about getting to know a new woman in your life, one who has similar goals of improvement in life such as you do." The shock of what Quinn said almost hit him like a brick in the face. Teverine didn’t know weather to stand and walk out or hit the man opposite in the face outright. Friends where friends but to him this was overtly personal and something he wished Quinn had never found out about, to talk in such a flippant manner. Looking over at his counter-part as he coyly waved to the waitress. Teverine took a moment to calm down, looking around to see if anyone had heard what Beckett had said, this was personal to a level that he still did not feel comfortable with. “You are not Ornaran; you don’t know what it is like to see someone you love fall to the wayside on Felcium because of having a weak disposition. To know your entire race was hooked on a drug by those barstard Brekkians. To know that Felcium is a death and still knowingly take it like Perra did.” Just about holding his temper in check Teverine saw Beckett was already regretting bringing the subject up. “Yes I walked out on my wife. Yes she was in hospital on a life support machine. Yes I never looked back. And you know what I would do it again. That bitch never gave me anything but heart ache like any woman you get to close to. Why do you think you philander about with a different woman every night? Because deep down inside you know they can’t be trusted. You give a woman your heart and all you get in return is scorn and heartbreak.” Beckett chose to ignore Teverine's accusation as to his flirtatious nature, and attempted to calm his good friend down by words of wisdom. "The best thing is to love and win. To love and lose," he paused for dramatic affect, "that's the next best thing." “That may well be true in your case my friend but we Ornarans’ have a saying. ‘Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise.’ I doubt I could love again after what I have done. Or what has been done to me.” Beckett grinned to ease the situation even further, "If there's one thing I've learned during my tenure at the Academy and so far on this vessel, it's to expect the unexpected. You never know what's around the next star." Standing up ending the conversation at that point Teverine felt too emotional to continue, he need some air. “I think I need to work off this breakfast. I think a jog around the decks might help get a better feel of the ship. And help know the layout better. Do you want to join me for a run?” Beckett took a quick glance over to the attractive waitress that caught his eye earlier in his and Teverine's conversation, and then he looked back to his friend. "Actually, Tevvy, I am thinking I'll stay here for a bit and...allow my stomach to settle." Beckett noticed that the waitress passed by their table again and she gave Beckett the slightest of glances. Beckett grinned, "I'll see you near our quarters later, I have some things to do here." He stood up and patted Teverine on the shoulder as he walked past him toward the waitress who was now standing at the Ten Forward bar. (Reply Tolqu, Any) (Posted by Will Flessas) (USS Spectre – Ten Forward – ACSO Ensign Teverine Tolqu - 08:30) Quinn could be so annoying at times Teverine felt like planting one on his ever present smirk, as he watched him turn his attention to the waitress. ~ I know he is trying to calm me down but damn that man ~ "Actually, Tevvy, I am thinking I'll stay here for a bit and...Allow my stomach to settle." ~I wish he would stop calling me that~ "I'll see you near our quarters later; I have some things to do here." As Beckett stood he walked in the direction of the waitress. Patting Teverine on the shoulder reassuring him that he did not mean any harm in his questions. Teverine sighed as he walked out to get changed. ~ I swear he thinks with what’s between his legs, that man has a one track mind ~ (Reply Beckett, IYW) (Posted by Peter) (USS Spectre – Deck 16 – ACSO, Ensign jg Teverine Tolqu - 10:00) Panting bent over with his hands on his knees Teverine tried to get his breath back, he had received a few odd looks as he jogged around the decks trying to familiarize himself with the ship’s terrain. But he assumed that was down to him being new to the ship and an unfamiliar face. He now regretted the backpack he carried on his shoulders, but knew the pain he was feeling was worth it. It cleared his mind and kept his thoughts on taking the next step on his mini-marathon. He had changed into his training clothes and started on Deck 3 making a deck by deck sweep trying to absorb everything he passed. Ignoring the turbolift he took the Jeffries tubes to each deck, repeating the process twice from top to bottom. He knew he had over reacted to what Beckett said and deep down inside knew he had to learn to be more open. Though he hated the councillors back on Starfleet they did make a few good points on which he needed to work on. Taking a few deep breaths he made his way back to the turbolift and his quarters to shower. (Reply Any, None) (Posted by Peter) (USS Spectre – Deck 6 Tolqu’s Quarters – ACSO, Ensign jg Teverine Tolqu - 10:04) Naked apart from a towel wrapped around his waist Teverine looked around his new quarters with a smile, he had finally made it! The shower was cold and he had quickly rubbed down his muscles to ensure of no major aches and pains later on. He knew he needed to report to Sickbay as all new arrivals to a new ship did and probably needed to report into the councillor at some point. Grabbing his uniform he quickly changed and checked himself out in the mirror. Regarding his teal uniform he mused it still did not feel right but he knew he would soon grow to appreciate the colour and what it stood for. He certainly had a good first impression of Deston and truly looked forward to working under him. Checking himself one more time in the mirror Teverine made his way out the door to his quarters. (Reply Any, None) (Posted by Peter) (USS Spectre – Deck 3, Sickbay – ACSO, Ensign jg Teverine Tolqu - 10:10) Teverine entered the sickbay looking around for someone to report to. Seeing a number of people walking around, he approached the first medic he saw. “Ensign Teverine Tolqu reporting in for a medical sir” (Reply any) “I have just been assigned to the ship” (Reply any) (Posted by Peter Richards) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – Nurse Douwsy – 10:13) Douwsy was working on the cardiac arrest trolley. She was putting it though its daily diagnostic routine. This was not a peace of equipment that she wanted to fail when it was most needed. “Ensign Teverine Tolqu reporting in for a medical sir” Douwsy turned around startled at the voice behind her. She looked at the Ornaran who was standing behind her. “Um Hallo Ensign why would want a medical at the moment.” “I have just been assigned to the ship” Douwsy nodded as everything became clear. “I think Dr Roil is free at the moment Ensign. I will go and see if I can find her for you.” (Reply Tolqu) She nodded and went looking for Dr Roil. She found her caring for a patient. “Sorry to bother you Dr Roil but I have an Ensign Tolqu who is reporting for his medical.” (Reply Roil) (Reply Tolqu, Roil) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – ACSO, Ensign Teverine Tolqu – 10:14) Teverine watched as a nurse stopped to help him.Smiling she asked. “Um Hallo Ensign why would want a medical at the moment.” “I have just been assigned to the ship” The green skinned Orion nurse nodded and disappeared as she said. “I think Dr is free at the moment Ensign. I will go and see if I can find her for you.” "Thank you Ma'am." Teverine waited patiently as the Doctor arrived and took him to a nearby medical bay. (Reply Dr.Roil) "Yes. I am fine nothing to report Sir" Teverine underwent his medical exam with no fuse knowing he was in perfect condition. (Reply Dr.Roil,Any) (Posted by Peter Richards) (Khitomer - Waiting Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor and Dr Sam Gunnell - 10:22) It would seem that the planned 'short' stay at Khitomer, was not going to be happening at all. Admiral LoDona had hit the contingent head on with all the finesse of a raging bull in a proverbial china shop, illiciting a somewhat predictable result from those gathered. Obviously, nobody knew what had happened at all and it now seemed that they would require a more thorough debrief than they had first expected. This wasn't a surprise really considering both sides of the argument, Starfleet were faced with a lot of ship appearing en masse, seemingly from nowhere and acting pretty much as though nothing at all had happened, the ships themselves however had run up against a brick wall when they had requested orders after the river had done it's 'thing', then they had been ordered to standby and await their escorts to god knows where. Now they were all here at Khitomer no wiser. Captain T'Vhor sat silent with Lieutenant Isengard, both men pondering what had been requested of them and clearly mulling over what had transpired already. LoDona had ordered a complete shakedown of crew and ship, crew rotations had been specified with new crew arriving at Khitomer already, whilst individual CO's had been ordered to attend full and detailed interviews with the Admiral's security staff. This was going to take some time. A door suddenly opened to one side of the room in which they all sat, a young Ensign entering and calling for Captain Stakes to follow him. Stakes looked surprised and then stood to follow, leaving T'Vhor wondering when his personal 'escort' would be arriving. Isengard remained silent, the Captain turning towards him as one thought came to prominence within his mind. "Do you have family waiting for you Lieutenant?", he asked. (Reply Isengard) The door then slid aside once again, this time it was a familiar face. Doctor Samantha Gunnell, the Spectre's mission specialist and Borg semantics expert stood flanked by two escorts, just as he and Isengard had been upon their arrival. Gunnell looked excited about something and eager now to speak with the Captain. The two guards allowed her to enter and then departed as she herself took the seat next to T'Vhor and Isengard. "Doctor?", said T'Vhor a quizzical look upon his face. "I know what happened to us Captain", said Gunnell emphatically, this was not an accident, it was predefined but it was not meant for us.... we just got caught up in it", she added, handing the Captain a PADD with her findings upon it. Captain T'Vhor scanned it and then turned his attention back to the Doctor once more. "A specific routine contained within the DNA helix of the river sample, a routine designed to seek out new life and new civilizations, and..... to align them and prepare them", said the Captain, his eyebrow rising in response now. "Not just align them Captain, this is a seeding mechanism.... in fact, I'm going to go further than that, boldly, where no one has gone before with their analysis of the river", said Gunnell. Isengard now looked intigued. (Reply Isengard, IYW) "I believe that the river is of Founder origin... and I believe it was once a helluva lot bigger than it was, before....", said Gunnell, gesticulating now with her hands as though trying to impart something that had no word to describe it, "...it got big again", she finally added. Now even the Captain looked intrigued and he stated that as well. "I find that intriguing", he said, "you are saying that the Borg found, and isolated only one small mechanism of a seeding mechanism, namely it's search, detection and alignment mechanism, and were attempting to utilise this for.....", he added, pausing now to ponder the ramifications here, "...for transit to any area, or indeed 'time' they might wish to go, instantaneously" Gunnell nodded wildly as the Captain hypothesised the possible outcomes of the Borg having complete and unrestricted access to this routine, then she settled back into her chair and looked around at those gathered here and the looks they were now suddenly casting towards her. "What?", she said, "none of you have worked this out?" (Reply Any, IYW) The Captain then interjected once again. "Starfleet must be informed of this, if what you are saying is true, and I have no reason to feel that it is not, then we must be ready for any eventuality", said the Captain, "including another Wolf 359" Gunnell took a deep breath and then exhaled heavily as the full realization of all this settled in. "I'm not sure that it will come to that Captain", she idled, "the Borg were cut off from their collective when the Central Plexus went offline.... I don't know what they imparted before we showed up to mess with their plans, but I am 'reasonably' sure that the most important aspects of the data they collected remained local" The Captain quirked his head slightly at that and pursed his lips in contemplation. "Reasonably sure is not an ideal situation Doctor, I would prefer an absolute.... can you give me that?", asked the Captain. Gunnell shook her head. "Unfortunately not", she said, just as the door slid aside again to herald another Ensign carrying a PADD. He looked about briefly, his eyes finally settling upon the Vulcan hybrid CO. "Captain T'Vhor, if you could accompany me please", said the Ensign. T'Vhor looked to Isengard and then to Gunnell, then he returned his attention to his obvious escort and stood. "I shall return shortly", he said to both Gunnell and Isengard, "in the interim, as soon as you get the opportunity to do so Lieutenant, contact the ship and update Commander Williams on our situation" (Reply Isengard) With that, the Captain followed his escort out of the room. (Reply Isengard, Any) (Posted by Alan) (Khitomer - Waiting Room – Lt Walker Isengard - 10:28) "Do you have family waiting for you Lieutenant?", he asked. Another officer approached them, leading Captain T’Vhor into a conversation about the River and the Borg. Walker listened, anything dealing with the Borg caught his attention, though he only barely understood everything they were speaking about. He’d read the mission logs from the incident just prior to his arrival, but the science of it was just out of his grasp. After a bit of time, an ensign called: "Captain T'Vhor, if you could accompany please" T’Vhor took his leave of his companion, a woman named gunnell, and said "I shall return shortly, in the interim, as soon as you get the opportunity to do so Lieutenant, contact the ship and update Commander Williams on our situation" “As soon as I am able, Captain.” Walker said quietly. He had a few ideas about that, and he considered them as the Captain was lead off for his debriefing. Gunnell left not long later, leaving him alone – at least physically. The weight of all the minds in the place, in various stages of emotion, was starting to take its toll on Walker’s composure. Still, he had a job to do. He half closed his eyes and let his mind wander, looking for all the world like he was trying to take a nap. He’d been passively scanning the entire time he’d been here, but he’d had to split his attention between what was being said, and what he was feeling. He didn’t do anything overt, he let his mind brush over everyone he could find to gauge their level of sensitivity. He found a few telepaths, a few empaths, none of them particularly strong. That is, until.. Walker had to stop after a few minutes, having tasted a mind that seemed very familiar to him. Only long practice kept him from frowning as he did the mental equivalent of politely knocking at another betazoid’s mental shields. :You seem very familiar: he thought, in a straight-forward manner, without any of the undertones that would really identify him. He waited to see if she’d answer. (reply: Straton) (posted by Trout) (Khitomer - Conference Hall Lobby - CO, Captain T'Vhor and Admiral Xavior Durant - 12:05) After over an hour of questioning by one of LoDona's security minions, the CO of the USS Spectre was finally released back into some semblance of normality, if one could call being slung five years into the future 'normal' that was. With the debrief pretty much over where he was concerned, Gunnells findings were now first and foremost in the Captain's mind and rather than impart that info now to a lowly Lieutenant, he needed to speak to someone of considrable rank. LoDona himself of course was otherwise indisposed right now, so it followed that another Admiral would have to do on this occasion. That man appeared in the lobby almost as though the very thought itself had summoned him. The gait was quite unmistakable even from behind, the slight limp identifying Admiral Xavior Durant instantaneously to the seasoned Captain. Durant of course was Starfleet's Chief Medical Officer and he had caught the Captain's eye as he had exited the corridor and entered into the lobby with a medical colleague in tow. It was logical that he should be here, after all, the man sat on the Federation Council and had a vested interest in how all of this was affecting the crews medically of the ships that had been lost in time. It went without saying that it was not unknown for crew subjected to any form of time distortion to begin manifesting what was commonly known as 'Temporal sickness', and with such a large amount of people having been through this, the Captain was not in the least bit surprised that the Admiral would be in attendance somewhere along the line. However, time was not the issue right now... or rather it was, but in a different way. The Captain approached the Admiral when his colleague had been seen to have departed elsewhere. "Sir", he began, appearing at the Admiral side, "may I have a word with you?" The Admiral turned sharply and then scrutinized the Captain, his expression changing from one of surprise to one of recognition. "It's.... um, Captain T'Vhor isn't it? USS Spectre", said the Admiral warmly as he ran the fingers of one hand back through his now thinning hair before clasping both hands firmly behind his back and then rocking slightly on his feet. "Yes sir", said the Captain looking about the lobby as people moved to and from around them, "may I speak with you in private sir?", he added. The Admiral paused briefly and then cast a glance to the numeric chronometer fixed high upon the wall in the lobby, then he answered. "I have another meeting in half an hour Captain, I can give you twenty five minutes", he said curtly. "Would that suffice?" "Twenty five minutes will be ample time sir, I have information regarding what we have just been through that can not wait", said the Captain. The Admiral shifted somewhat uneasily at that. In his own experience, the phrase 'can not wait' invariably translated as something bad and he had a feeling that this was going to be no different. Consequently, he let out a heavy sigh and then glanced around once again, his eyes searching out somewhere 'private' and settling upon a curiously opened door that was labelled as such. ~Obviously not that private~ thought the Admiral wryly. "I guess there is as good a place as any", he said pointing to the opened door, "let's go then" The two then moved off towards the room and entered it, the door was duly closed and the Admiral took the liberty of making himself comfortable upon one of the chairs, settling back into it and crossing his legs as he did so. "OK Captain, let me have it", he said, at which the Captain took a seat also and then laid Doctor Gunnells findings bare. (Reply Any, None) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 19:25) Vulcan's were a particularly 'unemotional' species, that much was known by almost everyone throughout the known galaxies, Betazoids however were probably more emotional than most. With that in mind one could imagine the turmoil that could occur in those of a dual heritage... especially those that shared both Vulcan and Betazoid lineage. The Captain was one such individual of course and at this precise moment in time, his Betazoid side was pretty much in accendance due to having been emotionally poked and prodded by all that LoDona's security personnel could throw at him. Needless to say, he was tired and despite the fact that Vulcan's survived on less sleep than most, he actually needed to rest now. Arriving back on the ship, the Captain could perhaps have been forgiven now for feeling somewhat relieved, regardless of the fact that relief itself could indeed be described as an emotion. Upon his arrival on the bridge however, it was time for Vulcan accendency to once again take precedence, and the cry of 'Captain on the bridge' from the Ensign stationed on Tactical One, only served to herald that. The Captain nodded accordingly to the Ensign, a face that he had not seen before. Evidently the crew rotations Starfleet had ordered were already taking place and this was further in evidence upon his notice of a new Operations officer at the Ops console also. Clearly he would probably find other 'New' crew soon enough. For now though the Captain moved towards the already vacated centre chair, the FO having already stood in response to his expected arrival on the bridge. (Reply Williams, IYW) The Captain acknowleded the FO with a nod and then sat to immediately began accessing his armrest console in order to verify receipt of a certain transmission of data. Then he turned to address his number One. "Commander, I trust that everything has gone well in regards the debrief of the ships senior command?", said the Captain. NRPG: We would have received a small team from LoDona's staff to debrief the senior officers and bridge crew sometime throughout the day whilst the CO was away. RPG: (Reply Williams) "And we seem to have received new crew transfers also?", queried the Captain, referring now to the two new faces on the bridge. (Reply Williams, McKnight, Beckett IYW) NRPG: Room for discussion if need be... RPG: The Captain then returned to the subject of the intensive debrief sessions most of the senior command had undergone. "It was foreseeable.... and perhaps a logical necessity given the fact that we have just jumped five years in time", he said, pausing to ponder other matters in connection to that. "I would imagine that communications have been stretched of late, many incoming messages from friends and relatives", he said, more a statement than an actual query. (Reply Williams) The Captain nodded and then took a deep breath before once again vacating the centre chair. "I will be in my ready room if you need me number One, there is something that I must attend to", said the Captain as he headed towards the door and then stopped in his tracks to turn and add one last thing. "Have Lieutenant Commander Banowsky report to me as soon he is able commander", he said, and then completed his journey to his ready room. (Reply Williams, McKnight, Beckett, Any) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Bridge – FO, Williams - 19:28) Andrew watched as the Captain entered the bridge. He stood up and moved into his proper chair. “Good to have you back Captain.” "Commander, I trust that everything has gone well in regards the debrief of the ships senior command?", said the Captain. Andrew nodded. “Yes Sir. we have cooperated with them fully.” "And we seem to have received new crew transfers also?", ”Yes Sir, Ensign McKnight is out new Assistant Tactical Chief and Ensign Beckett is out new Operation’s officer.” (Reply McKnight, Beckett IYW) "It was foreseeable.... and perhaps a logical necessity given the fact that we have just jumped five years in time", "I would imagine that communications have been stretched of late, many incoming messages from friends and relatives", “Yes Captain. We have had a massive influx of messages which are being sorted out as we speak.” The Captain nodded and then took a deep breath before once again vacating the centre chair. "I will be in my ready room if you need me number One, there is something that I must attend to", The Captain headed towards the door and then stopped in his tracks to turn and add one last thing. "Have Lieutenant Commander Banowsky report to me as soon he is able commander", “Yes Captain.” Said Williams as the ready room doors shut. Andrew tapped his comm badge. “Williams to Banowsky.” (Reply Banowsky) “The Captain wants to see you as soon as you are able.” (Reply Banowsky) (Reply Banowsky, McKnight, Beckett, Any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Lt. Commander Will Banowsky - 20:20) Will had received a message from the First Officer that Captain T'Vhor was looking to meet with him. Will didn't know why the Captain wanted to meet with him, but he figured it might have something to do with him being the Strategic Operations Officer of the Spectre. Perhaps there was something that was discussed at the meeting on Khitomer about 52nd fleet Strategic Operations procedures that Will needed to be in the know about. Or even worse, maybe Dr. Samhan wrote an unfavorable Psych report. Still will was a little upbeat. He had a good day so far, and he was eager to get back out into the unknown 'sailing' around the galaxy. As he approached the ready room he buzzed the door and it opened. Walking in he looked at Captain T'Vhor, and nodded. "You wanted to see me sir?" (reply T'Vhor) (reply T'Vhor) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 20:21) The chime sounding at the Captain's ready room door heralded the arrival of the Spectre's StratOps, his visit had been expected of course and the news that would now be imparted to him would no doubt come as some surprise, after all, the man had only just been upgraded to the StratOps, now he was about to shipped off to another vessel! Up to that point, the Captain had been busy with a veritable rush of fleet communique's, new orders having arrived concerning the next path that would be assigned to the ship and crew. That report made interesting reading and would probably go down well with two thirds of the crew at the very least, Lieutenant H'Chir amongst them. "You wanted to see me sir?", said Banowsky quizzically. "Yes Will, please... take a seat", said the Captain gesturing to the chair opposite him as he spoke. (Reply Banowsky, IYW) The Captain came straight to the point, there was probably no other way of addressing this anyway and as a Vulcan, a direct and logical approach always prevailed. "It would seem that fleet, in it's infinate wisdom have seen fit to reassign you Mr Banowsky", said the Captain. (Reply Banowsky) "You are being transferred to the USS Mithrandir Will, as her First officer..... if indeed, you wish to accept the assignment that is", said the Captain. (Reply Banowsky) The Captain could not see a reason why the Spectre's newly assigned StratOps would refuse the promotion, and indeed, he was not surprised when he accepted it, albeit with just a little sadness at having to leave a ship that he truly felt an affinity towards. For a brief moment he had even seemed to hover in his decision, upon further assessment however, clearly it was an opportunity that he could not turn down. "It is the logical choice Will", the Captain had said, attempting now to bolster the mans confidence in his own decision to accept, "you are more than qualified to take the role, and.... I suspect that our paths will cross again someday", he added. (Reply Banowsky) The Captain settled back into his seat. "Effective immediately", he said in response to the query, "the Mithrandir is currently standing by in Khitomer orbit awaiting you" (Reply Banowsky) "Commander Okita is a capable and respected officer and the Mithrandir is an equally capable vessel", said the Captain, "I am sure you will serve her well, as indeed you have the Spectre" (Reply Banowsky) The Captain stood and then reached across the table towards the man who had become more than just an officer under his command, he had become a good friend also and the gulf of space rarely prevented good friends from maintaining contact. "May I be the first to congratulate you Will", he said as he gripped his hand in a firm handshake. (Reply Banowsky) "It has been an honour.... you are dismissed Lieutenant Commander, for the final time aboard the Spectre", said the Captain. The Captain remained standing as Banowsky saluted and then turned about, heading out the door for the final time as a Spectre crewman. (Reply Banowsky) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Captain's Ready Room - Lt. Commander Will Banowsky - 20:23) "Yes Will, please... take a seat", said the Captain gesturing to the chair opposite him as he spoke. "Yes sir, is everything ok sir?" Will said, confused as to the purpose of his meeting. The Captain came straight to the point, there was probably no other way of addressing this anyway and as a Vulcan, a direct and logical approach always prevailed. "It would seem that fleet, in it's infinate wisdom have seen fit to reassign you Mr Banowsky", said the Captain. "Oh, I see, ummm, I guess the fleet knows their needs better than I do. Where am I being transferred to?" Will said, wondering where he'd be transferred to this time. Though he had technically been on the Spectre for 5 years, it had really only been days since his second tour had started. "You are being transferred to the USS Mithrandir Will, as her First officer..... if indeed, you wish to accept the assignment that is", said the Captain. ~First Officer, really, another shot.~ "I do sir, I accept. I am not that familiar with the Mithrandir, but its another shot to get back into the game. I hope you understand. Though, I'll miss this ship." "It is the logical choice Will", the Captain had said, attempting now to bolster the mans confidence in his own decision to accept, "you are more than qualified to take the role, and.... I suspect that our paths will cross again someday", he added. "It seems like it always does, sir, when is my transfer to take place." The Captain settled back into his seat. "Effective immediately", he said in response to the query, "the Mithrandir is currently standing by in Khitomer orbit awaiting you" "Aye sir, I guess I have some packing to do." "Commander Okita is a capable and respected officer and the Mithrandir is an equally capable vessel", said the Captain, "I am sure you will serve her well, as indeed you have the Spectre" "I am positive sir, It will be an adventure, but that is how life is." The Captain stood and then reached across the table towards the man who had become more than just an officer under his command, he had become a good friend also and the gulf of space rarely prevented good friends from maintaining contact. "May I be the first to congratulate you Will", he said as he gripped his hand in a firm handshake. "This is the second time you have had the privilege of being the first to congratulate me after becoming first officer." Will said with a slight chuckle. "Well I guess my time on the Spectre has come to a close." "It has been an honour.... you are dismissed Lieutenant Commander, for the final time aboard the Spectre", said the Captain. The Captain remained standing as Banowsky saluted and then turned about, heading out the door for the final time as a Spectre crewman. (Reply none) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Spectre – Bridge – FO, Williams - 20:30) Andrew looked up from the command chair as the ready room door opened. He saw Banowsky exit with a strange look on his face. ~Hope he is okay~ He got up from the chair and walked over to Banowsky as he crossed the bridge. “Will are you okay. Is there anything I can do?” He spoke softly so that only Banowsky could hear. (Reply Banowsky) (Reply Banowsky) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Bridge – Lt. Commander Will Banowsky - 20:31) As Will crossed the bridge he was approached by the first officer, once his superior (and pseudo subordinate back long ago when Robbie was just CMO and Will was the Spectre Second officer, but that was years ago.) “Will are you okay. Is there anything I can do?” He spoke softly so that only Will could hear. "Yeah, I'm ok." Will said speaking up a little. He didn't mind who heard, it would soon be apparent he was leaving. "I have received new orders and am to transfer from the Spectre immediately." (reply Williams) "Nothing too bad, it is a pretty good assignment. I was offered the position of First Officer on the USS Mithrandir, and I took it." (reply Williams) "I wish I could say it was a hard decision, and I deliberated, but if I want to get to the big chair, I got to go to the littler chair. Here is a chance." (reply Williams) "The worst part is, it means I have to pack." (reply Williams) (reply Williams, any) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Spectre – Bridge – FO, Williams - 20:33) "I have received new orders and am to transfer from the Spectre immediately." Andrew frowned. “Ow dear. That’s not good, anything wrong Will?” "Nothing too bad, it is a pretty good assignment. I was offered the position of First Officer on the USS Mithrandir, and I took it." The frown on Andrews face turned to a grin. “That is excellent Will. The XO. Congratulations.” "I wish I could say it was a hard decision, and I deliberated, but if I want to get to the big chair, I got to go to the littler chair. Here is a chance." “Be careful what you wish for. It might come sooner then you think” "The worst part is, it means I have to pack." Andrew grinned. “That’s true but just remember there will always be a place here if you want one.” Andrew shook Banowsky's hand. “Well good luck. I won’t get in the way of your packing.” (reply Benowsky IYW) With that Andrew turned and headed back to the command chair. He would be sad to see his friend go but was happy as well because he knew that it was what he wanted to do. (reply Banowsky, any) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Bridge – Lt. Cmdr Banowsky - 20:34) “Well good luck. I woun’t get in the way of your packing.” "Oh please do, I enjoy a good procrastination." Will said as he headed to the turbo lift. He was eager to get to his new assignment, but he wanted to soak the Spectre in a little bit more. (Reply None) (Posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Spectre - Chief Security Officer's Office - Lt. Commander Banowsky - 22:30) While Will was eager to get to the Mithrandir, that would have to wait. Will had received new orders, that rather than rendezvous with the Mithrandir in Khitomer orbit, he was instead ordered to undergo his interviews and then rendevouz with the Mithrandir at Starbase 31. His ride would be the Saber Class, USS Red River, a small escort ship where his interviews would be conducted. However, with the rush off, and his belongings packed and already sent to the USS Red River, he was now off to say his goodbyes. His first stop, though third on his official list, having already said his so longs to Commander Williams and Captain T'Vhor, was Lt. Commander Capps. He hadn't known Commander Capps long, but the two went to hell and back, to the belly of the borg cube, and they came back with the prize. As he entered the office he smiled and nodded to his shipmate, who had recently, yet technically five years prior, become the Spectre's tactical and security chief. "Hey Calvin, glad I caught you in your office. Otherwise, I figured you'd be hard to track down." (reply Capps) "Mind if I have a seat." Will said, sitting down after confirmation. (reply Capps iyw) "Just wanted to stop by, to well say goodbye. Figured I would stop by and personally say goodbye to some of the senior staff, cause you never know when I'll be back on the Spectre, don't want to burn any bridges," Will said with a chuckle, "How has the recovery been?" (reply Capps) (reply Capps) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Spectre - Chief Security Officer's Office – TAC/SC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 22:31) Calvin sat behind his desk organizing through the daily reports as they slowly came in from the departing shift of the day. He then herd his chime alerting him someone was at his door wanting to enter. “Enter,” Calvin said. The doors slid open and he saw one of his co-survivor from the Borg ship. "Hey Calvin, glad I caught you in your office. Otherwise, I figured you'd be hard to track down. Mind if I have a seat." Will asked. “Of course, please have a seat.” Calvin stood and waited for the officer to seat down before he sat back down. “What can I do for you?” "Just wanted to stop by, to well say goodbye. Figured I would stop by and personally say goodbye to some of the senior staff, cause you never know when I'll be back on the Spectre, don't want to burn any bridges," Will said with a chuckle, "How has the recovery been?" “The recovery is improving. It was extremely hard at first, but I am working out through the stress of it.” Calvin answered the question truthfully. Will was one of the officers with Calvin on the Borg ship when Calvin was almost assimilated. Calvin had attacked Will at one point under the nano probes control. Having Will talk to him and forgiven him, really he never blamed Calvin at all, meant a lot for Calvin and his recovery. “I want to thank you for your understanding and your help with my recovery. It has really helped.” Calvin stated. (reply Banowsky) Calvin then moved on, “So you are leaving, where and what position.” (reply Banowsky) (posted by Calvin) (USS Spectre - Chief Security Officer's Office – Lt. Commander Will Banowsky - 22:33) “The recovery is improving. It was extremely hard at first, but I am working out through the stress of it. I want to thank you for your understanding and your help with my recovery. It has really helped.” Calvin stated. "Your welcome. I cant imagine it is and easy process." Calvin then moved on, “So you are leaving, where and what position.” "USS Mithrandir as her First Officer." Will said, he wasn't intending to brag, rather he wanted to say goodbye to an officer he considered a friend. It was the hardest thing about transfers, is that you always have to end up saying goodbye to officers that you've been through numerous trials and tribulations with. (reply Capps) "Not gonna lie, leaving the Spectre is not gonna be fun, but I know at least from a security standpoint, that she is in good hands." (reply Capps) (Reply Capps) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Spectre - Chief Security Officer's Office – TAC/SC Lt Cmdr Calvin Capps - 22:35) "USS Mithrandir as her First Officer." “Congratulations!” Calvin said sincerely. He knew that Will would make a great First Officer. "Not gonna lie, leaving the Spectre is not gonna be fun, but I know at least from a security standpoint, that she is in good hands." “No move is easy, and I wouldn’t dare let anything happen to this ship under my watch.” Calvin stood up and moved over to his replicator. “Two Calvin’s congratulatory drinks.” The Replicator hummed and two glasses appeared. Calvin picked them up and walked over to Will and handed him one. “To newer days and more adventures.” Calvin raised the glass. (reply Banowsky) Calvin tipped the cup and let the liquid flow into his mouth. He swallowed and placed the glass on his desk. “We will miss you.” He extended his hand toward Will. (reply Banowsky) (posted by Calvin) (USS Spectre - Chief Security Officer's Office – Lt. Cmdr Will Banowsky - 22:35) “No move is easy, and I wouldn’t dare let anything happen to this ship under my watch.” Calvin stood up and moved over to his replicator. “Two Calvin’s congratulatory drinks.” The Replicator hummed and two glasses appeared. Calvin picked them up and walked over to Will and handed him one. “To newer days and more adventures.” Calvin raised the glass. "And just enough shore leave to keep us sane." Will said to add his personal charm. Calvin tipped the cup and let the liquid flow into his mouth. He swallowed and placed the glass on his desk. “We will miss you.” He extended his hand toward Will. Will shook his hand and smiled. "I will miss you guys too. But if my career so far is any indication, I might be back." Will then finished his drink with a smile, "Well I guess this is goodbye Commander, best of luck to you. I wish I could stay longer, but I have an appointment with the debriefers." Will then gave the Calvin a salute turned, and left, he needed to get his stuff together, and then go to his debriefing. (reply none) (posted by Will Banowsky) ======================================================================= Mission: The Opened Gates of Prometheus Day:17 Stardate: 2413.09.24 (Khitomer - Northern Mountains - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 07:15) So, it was finally time to leave this place. The ships of the fifty second had converged as requested, the discussions and debriefs had taken place, decisions had been duly made. Everyone now had some understanding of what had recently occurred to them and why they had all been propelled inadvertently into a future none of them knew. To all intents of purpose everything was now completed... Except for one very important matter of course. From high orbit, Khitomer had appeared unerringly beautiful, it's vast sprawling green plains stretching out for hundreds of miles in all directions and surrounded as they were by crystal blue sea's that like the rest of the planet, were unspoilt and devoid of any form of pollution. It was truly, truly breathtaking and one could have been forgiven for feeling somewhat 'godlike' whilst surveying all of this from the Spectre's bridge as one of the Khitomer suns lit up the wide arc of the planets horizon in the distance ahead of them. The Captain had chosen the area wisely of course, it lay within an area as unspoilt as the rest of the planet but of course, as always it held a significant interest to him on this particular occasion. In lieu of that, he had taken a shuttle early on in the morning and had travelled to the foot of Khitomer's northern mountain range, from there setting off on his goal to eventually reach the base of a verdant area of woodland. There, the Captain stopped and then reached around himself to pull a water bottle from the backpack that he carried with him, then he took his fill of the cool glucose enriched fluid from within it before pausing to look around at the breathtaking view that now presented itself to him. This planet surely reminded him of Gamma Sigma IV in the sence that it exhibited the somewhat unusual characteristic of being perfectly placed within a dual star system, it's vegetation thus seemed to be in varying states of termtime now and like Gamma Sigma IV, it's oblique positioning and unusual orbit meant that the two suns occasionally appeared in the same sky together, to create a vertiable cornucopia of colour throughout the land. It was at that precise moment that T`Vhor thought of his deceased wife Krysta and how she would have loved this place. She, after all was the very reason he had come here, the ritual he had promised to perform for their love upon all places of beauty that he encountered in his travels throughout the galaxies. Briefly, he paused to soak in the atmosphere of this place, then after replacing his water bottle and quickly checking his nav-comp, he continued onwards towards his goal. A quarter of an hour later, the Captain finally found the spot that he was looking for. An area of outstanding beauty set high on a plateau amidst a clearing that seemed perfect for the ritual he had come here to perform. For a brief while though, he chose to simply sit upon the grass looking down into the valleys below him, then he removed his pack from his back and opened it up before him. From within it he withdrew the small velvet bag that he always brought with him on these occasions, loosening the drawstring neck at it's top and then laying it upon the grass beside him. He then opened up another compartment to remove a small utility tool designed with a multitude of purposes in mind. On this occasion however, as was always the case on these occasions, it would be used to dig a small pit in the ground. This done the Captain sat cross legged before it and then closed his eyes to initiate the path towards the Vulcan mindstate known as 'Surini Maklar'. In this meditatory state, the Captain would be able to recall his wife and their child in a manner akin to them actually being there with him. It would take time of course and it would require the utmost diligence to achieve, nonetheless though, it was of course required in order for the ritual to continue, and his promise to Krysta to be likewise, fullfilled. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan) (Khitomer - Northern Mountains - CO, Captain T`Vhor - 08:12) With the state of Surini Maklar now achieved T`Vhor slowly opened his eyes to a vision before him, the sight of his dear departed wife kneeling there before him, as in the flesh, albeit with an aura of light that appeared to be glowing about her person. The moment he set eyes upon her T`Vhor was overcome with an uncharacteristic emotion which he had to fight to hold back whilst gazing upon her looking as radiant as he had always remembered her. In her arms she cradled a newborn child, their child. She said nothing, she simply smiled a warm, loving smile and T`Vhor returned that smile to her as he slowly reached for the small velvet bag at his side. From within it he withdrew two small crystals which he held up and into the area inbetween where they both knelt. Sunlight from both of the now visible suns became instantly caught within the facets of the two crystals as he did this, thus projecting hundreds of small beams of light all about them and into each of them as he slowly lowered them downwards once again. "My beautiful wife Krysta", said T`Vhor, "our son", he added as he bowed his head forwards now in honour of them both. "I have kept my promise to you once again, that I would do this for you both", said T`Vhor, "I honour that promise now as a testament of my deep, undying love", he added as he carefully layed the two crystals side by side into the hole that he`d previously dug in the ground before him. "Death may have parted us prematurely, but it can never separate us. In this act I trancend you to the gods of Vulcan and spread your essence to the four corners of the universe", said T`Vhor as he carefully pushed the soft soil over the two crystals in the ground. Then he returned his attention to the manifestation before him. For a few brief moments, T`Vhor tried fruitlessly to look beyond her eyes, into her soul. He reached his hand torwards her in a vain attempt to touch her just one more time. Again she smiled and then reached out to touch his hand in reciprocation before slowly disintegrating into the ether once again, just as always. Then it was over. The experience had lasted for well over 45 minutes and yet as always, it had seemed only minutes. It was never long enough of course and the pain of loss never seemed to ease despite years of relentless discipline. For a long while afterwards, T`Vhor simply stared at the place she had appeared, completely unable to look away. It was as though he were hoping that she might suddenly reappear to him in the flesh, but of course that could not be. It was always the hardest part of the ritual that he performed, the fact that he would see her only briefly and then she would be gone again. Until the next time... Slowly, the Captain came back to the quiet reality of the situation as it truly was. The simple beauty of this place and the small pile of soil before him, the two planted crystaline seeds that signified his connection to his wife and their child and the two suns of the Khitmomer system shining their light all about. The Captain took a deep breath and then finally stood, brushing his tunic with his hand as he did so before standing silent in salutation for a moment or two. Then he verbalised that salutation. "In spirit, may you live long and prosper wherever you both are", said T`Vhor holding his hand up in the traditional Vulcan salutation as he again bowed his head in honour of their memories, just as the smallest of the two Khitomer suns began to disappear slowly below the horizon. An almost fitting end to the ritual... (Reply none) (Posted by Alan Reading) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 14:00) The Captain settled himself into the centre chair and then ran his fingers deftly across his armrest console. All stations were of course reporting as ready and standing by, the orders were in place now - Proceed at best speed to Starbase twenty four for computer upgrade and system refit and repair. Needless to say, with their phased cloak currently offline and only suplemental repairs having been made to certain bulkhead panels, the ship needed it. "Do we have clearance Mr McKnight?", the Captain asked of their new TAC officer. (Reply McKnight) The Captain then noted the departure of the Boudicca which was already breaking orbit. "Helm, prepare to break orbit on my mark, set course for Starbase twenty four, warp five when ready", said the Captain. (Reply Helm) "Signal the fleet, USS Spectre is breaking orbit... ETA Starbase twenty four in seventeen days", said the Captain, a significant difference to the two days it would have taken if they had had full warp capability! "Mark", said the Captain and the Spectre swung about on impulse manaeuvering thrusters until it had aquired the desired course heading, then within a few seconds it had gone to warp in a blur of white light. (Reply McKnight, Any) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Bridge – CONN, Pilot Officer Smith - 14:02) Jennifer sat at the conn console. The ship was ready to go, all it needed was the Captain to give the order. She was looking forward to some shore leave. Especially having a good talk with her sister whom she had not had a chance to catch up with since getting to Khitomer. "Do we have clearance Mr McKnight?", the Captain asked. (Reply McKnight) Jennifer noted the departure of the Boudicca as well as a few other ships which was already breaking orbit. "Helm, prepare to break orbit on my mark, set course for Starbase twenty four, warp five when ready", said the Captain. Jennifer quickly inputed the commands to the helm console. “Preparing to break orbit on your mark, course set for Starbase twenty four, warp five Captain.” She tracked her heading and course as other ships were also breaking orbit. It would not be a good thing to crash in the tightly packed area of space. "Signal the fleet, USS Spectre is breaking orbit... ETA Starbase twenty four in seventeen days", said the Captain, "Mark", said the Captain Jennifer hit the console. The computer turned the Spectre to the heading that she had inputed. Then when they had reached the right velocity and distance from Khitomer she hit the warp button and they jumped into warp. (Reply Any) (Posted by Robbie ) ==================================================================== Mission: None Day: Stardate:2413.09.25 (Khitomer - Research Block 9 - Doctor Samantha Gunnell - 12:13) Dr Samantha Gunnell took a little time to survey herself in the mirror upon the wall, briefly she ran a hand across her cheek, testing the suppleness of her skin with her fingers and then pulling it downwards from below her eyes to look at the whites of her eyes. She looked tired and her hair looked in need of a little pampering, it was hardly surprising though considering the last mission she had just been a part of, that mission had tested everyone to their limits and had then thrust them five years forwards in time to add insult to injury. These were surely strange days... Samantha pondered on that for a moment or two, bizarrely the notion made her smile, perhaps for the first time in the last few months... years... whatever. One could go crazy at this! Either way the truth of the matter was that she had just aged five years without any extra wrinkles! Wasn't that every woman's dream? ~Awesome~ Samantha opened her eyes wide and then tightened her facial muscles whilst biting down to assist in that task, then she allowed her muscles to relax and tilted her head to one side, smiling neutrally to herself as she did so. ~Hmm, not too bad I suppose~ Samantha turned away from the mirror and then moved towards her desk, the console upon it was active and awaiting voice confirmation for input. It had actually been initiated minutes beforehand but Samantha had been, shall we say 'sidetracked' by thoughts of her own advancing years, hence her facial muscle play and mirrored contortions beforehand. Taking her seat though she put aside all of that and concentrated on her report to Starfleet, the one that would attempt to explain this bloody mess! "Open confidential file Gunnell One, confirm voice print ID - Dr Samantha Gunnell, Chief mission scientist to project Oberon" [Voice print identification confirmed - opening file Gunnell One] Gunnell settled back into her chair and took deep breath, then she began. "The Subspace river is nothing at all like we imagined, indeed it is not even 'What' we imagined it to be", she began, "it's core is composed of a highly evolved DNA based matrix giving it a..... sentience' of a kind, it is certainly aware to a degree and capable of satisfying the prerequisites of a lifeform - it responds to external stimuli, it reacts to attempts to manipulate it and it adapts to it's surroundings and protects itself from incursion", she added, her voice momentarily becoming a little hoarse and prompting a pause as she stood and moved towards the replicator. "Iced tea", she commanded, and the replicator promptly performed it's usual particle based magic, ending in the required beverage appearing within the it's reception port. Samantha took the cup and then returned to retake her seat, taking a sip of the contents before continuing on with her report. "The Borg, bless their metallic based cotton socks, succeeded in manipulating just one routine embedded within the rivers DNA matrix, namely, the part responsible for seeking out class M worlds for seeding by...... I believe, the Founders", said Gunnell, "indeed I have seen similar coding and RNA sequences much closer to home to support this hypothesis, our own DNA in fact!", she added. "It would appear that the Borg were interested in isolating this routine for one purpose and one purpose only.... to travel instantaneously to any point and any time" Samantha took another sip of her iced tea and then placed the cup onto the table whilst contemplating what she had just said. All of this was incredible to say the very least, but on this occasion the Borg had seemingly initiated something that had actually assisted the Federation in some way, it seemed that in their meddling they had stumbled upon a part of the very tool the founders had used to create life itself.... and the Federation had been using it as a means of travel, a simple highway conduit! Gunnell continued on... "The river we all know and are familiar with has undergone radical changes, not the least of which being it's sheer size following our five year jump forwards in time. Indeed, what began as a remnant tendril of something that was once much larger, has now re-established itself to it's prior state via execution of the isolated program contained within it's construct and subsequently executed by the Borg.... as a consequence to this, it would appear that our simple 'highway conduit' has now become a fully viable subspace network reaching into area's of space we have never before had access to, let alone contemplated exploring", said Gunnell. The rim of the cup again made contact with Gunnell's lips as she took another sip of her iced tea, then she pulled up the charts she had prepared earlier on the subspace extension's of their 'remnant', noting again as she did so it's vastness before commenting on it's current status for the benefit of the report. "The subspace field itself appears to be currently stable according to all tests presently available to me, it must be remembered though that we are dealing with an entity... and I use that term whilst fully aware of all meanings and ramifications, that may be contra to those tests", said the Doctor, "at this precise moment however, I must conclude that it is indeed stable and holding form" Gunnell then stood and walked towards one of the windows of the research block to look out of it, it was currently night and the stars were twinkling in the sky as she gazed into the inky blackness of it all. For a moment she attempted to visualize what had occured, seeing it all in her mind as a huge web interconnecting with everything that they presently knew. Somewhere out there the Founders, those that were most likely to be responsible for the river's existence, had probably become aware that their tool had once again become active, how that would affect them all now though was a question that begged to be answered of course. Would the Founders return in a hostile capacity.... or would they simply retract the evolved river to source once again? Considering the reasons they had given life in the first place the former appeared unlikely, the latter however was indeed quite possible. Either way, the river... this super highway, did not belong to any of them. How would they even control access to it, how would they prevent other, possibly hostile races using it in order to gain access to Federation territory? The questions were many but for now, most would remain unanswered. Gunnell tore her attention away from the area of space available to her via her viewport and then returned to her desk to finalize her report. "Is the river still a safe means of travel? I cannot answer that right now, I have however ascertained that the river responds directly to the same resonant interference patterns seen when a vessel adjusts shield geometry for access to what we have always termed it's 'flight corridors', it is therefore feasable that access can be attained in the exact same manner, although I am at present recommending a complete abstainence from it's use by manned vessels until further notice - the safety of the river as a continuing means of travail are thus, still an issue", she added. Doctor Gunnell then leant forwards in her chair to insert a data cell into the terminal before her. "I am including with my report, all scientific data obtained so far pertaining to the entity we know as the river, the tests are ongoing of course, all results are being correllated and logged pending final analysis..... End report, append to existing. Copy's to be forwarded to Dr's Floyd and Betcheman, Admiral's Jopek, Gr'iann, Durant, Linden and Sevant" [Appending to existing file - forwarding to corespondents as requested] Gunnell settled back into her chair and then drained the last of her iced tea from the cup in her hand before opening a channel to the Tan'Talus deep space array, the communication took a short while of course, but soon, a familiar face appeared upon her monitor. Gunnell smiled.... "Robert, it's been a while.... how are things out there?" (Reply None) (Posted by Alan) ================================================================== Mission: R and R Day: 1 Stardate 2413.10.11 (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 14:32) For some, it had been an awkward period of travel to Starbase twenty four. Running on only reduced power it had of course taken the ship a lot longer to arrive than any of the others, which consequently meant that whereas other ships crew had been reunited with their loved ones within days of leaving Khitomer, the Spectre's crew had had to wait over two long weeks! The important thing though was that communications had now been fully restored and communique's from relatives and the like had been steady, resulting in many arrangements having been made between crew and family to meet at SB24 upon their actual arrival. With the ship now arriving at the base itself though, the Captain gave the order to slow to full impulse and then request docking authorization from the base Operations officer. (Reply Tactical/Security IYW) The Starbase responded immediately with an order to standby, followed shortly by something more succinct a few moment afterwards. =/\=USS Spectre, you are cleared for docking port four, proceed to the glide path for assistance.... welcome home Spectre=/\= "Thank you, we are pleased to be here", said the Captain, "Helm, ahead one quarter impulse, manaeuvering thrusters at the ready", said the Captain. (Reply Helm) The view of the Starbase in the viewscreen then tilted on it's axis until it was positioned perfectly within it as it began to loom larger upon their approach, within minutes they were then on secondary tractor assistance. This wasn't absolutely necessary of course, more a precautionary procedure given to all arriving starships, the helmsman being more than capable of a manual docking either way. The CO remained seated as the ship approached, occasionally activating his armrests controls as he did so and briefly reading off various readouts as and when they flashed up on his status panel. "All stations, prepare for starbase docking", said the Captain, giving the warning shipwide of course as the ship approached docking port four. "Cut the impulse engines, manaeuvering thrusters at station keeping, ahead two metres per second..... prepare for umbilical lockup on my mark", said the Captain. (Reply Helm, Any IYW) "Mark", said the Captain. The Spectre then inched forwards under inertia only until it had contacted the umbilical guides and activated the hard latches with a slight 'thud' as they engaged, whilst outside, the three work bee's stood ready to link the ship to the stations power feeds and service conduits. The Captain then switched the ship over to station control and then powered down. They were finally home now and officially stood down.... (Reply Any, All) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Bridge – CONN, Pilot Officer Smith - 14:37) =/\=USS Spectre, you are cleared for docking port four, proceed to the glide path for assistance.... welcome home Spectre=/\= The course corrections appeared on Jennifer console and she entered them. "Thank you, we are pleased to be here", said the Captain, "Helm, ahead one quarter impulse, manaeuvering thrusters at the ready", said the Captain. "Ahead one quarter impulse aye sir, maneuvering thrusters are ready Captain" She watched through the view screen as the Starbase tilted on it's axis until it was positioned perfectly within it as it began to loom larger upon their approach, within minutes they were then on secondary tractor assistance. This wasn't absolutely necessary of course, more a precautionary procedure given to all arriving starships. She could have easily done the procedure her self but it was what happened when docking with a Starbase so she relaxed a little and watched the ride. "All stations, prepare for starbase docking", said the Captain "Cut the impulse engines, manaeuvering thrusters at station keeping, ahead two metres per second..... prepare for umbilical lockup on my mark", said the Captain. “Cutting impulse engines, maneuvering thrusters are at station keeping, ahead two meters per second Sir.” She hit the command sequence on the console. “Umbilical lockup when ready Sir.” "Mark", said the Captain. The Spectre then inched forwards under inertia only until it had contacted the umbilical guides and activated the hard latches with a slight 'thud' as they engaged, whilst outside, the three work bee's stood ready to link the ship to the stations power feeds and service conduits. Jennifer watched as the Captain then switched the ship over to station control and then powered down. As this was done she placed powered down the impulse engines and thrusters. She only did this when she was happy that they were totally docked. The last thing she wanted to collide with dock side. ~Were home at last. Well at least for now any way~ (Reply Any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Deck 4 - Astrophysics Lab – ACSO Lt. (jg) Carl Deston – 15:30) Deston sighed with evident relief as the backup completed. By this time, probably no one cared, but he'd gone over his experience with the Borg over and over again, gleaning every last possible datum he could from his memory, and from what little physical data he'd been able to retain; his final report was now as complete as he could make it. He'd correlated the data from Dr. Gunnell's research as well, in an attempt to both clarify the situation for himself, as well as provide a framework for his own report. He stood and stretched. Once he delivered the report to the Captain, he was more or less free for the day, as they were now docked at Starbase 24 and on R&R leave. Not that that had any great appeal for Deston; from his own, temporally-skewed perspective, it had only been a few weeks since his last R&R leave on a space station, and that had ended early with an unexpected encounter with an irascible Kzinti, and an unpleasant "rescue" from same by a Caitian security officer from the Boudicca. The resultant concussion and cracked ribs - both dealt by the security guard - had long since been healed, of course, but the memory was still pretty fresh. Going stationside wasn't terribly high on his list of priorities. The family that he hadn't communicated with in five years - that he'd been en route to visit when he'd been snatched by the Borg - 'was' high on his list of priorities. There was going to be an awful lot of news to catch up on, and he had to establish what he was officially allowed to say in his own communiques. Deston sent the report to the captain's queue for review at his leisure, with an explanatory note attached, then left the lab for the CSO's office. (Reply None) (Posted by john O'Neil) (USS Spectre - Deck 4 - CSO's Office – ACSO Lt. (jg) Carl Deston – 15:35) Deston notified those who needed to know that, while he was technically on R&R, he would be available in the CSO's office for the remainder of the day. He called up a small platter of handmeals-and-sauce and a pitcher of carbonated icoberry juice, which was delivered a short while later by a yeoman who did an imperfect job of disguising his impatience at the slow arrival of shift-end. And other than that, he spent the rest of the shift wading through five years' worth of history, catching up as best he could on family matters. (Reply any) (Posted by John O'Neill) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – FO, Williams – 18:30) Sickbay was filled with dark shadows covering the room in a blacked off dark. The only beacon of light was a small shaft of light which illuminated the nurse’s desk. PADDs and a half drunk cup of caffeine littered the table. The only noise was a barely audible sound of synth-pop emanating from the small speakers on the desk. Andrew looked around the dark quiet sickbay from his bastion of light. He had reduced the lighting as there was no one else in sickbay, he could do what he wanted. He scooped up the cup and leaned back on his chair. Most of the crew was on board the Starbase, which only left a skeleton crew and he had requested to remain on board for a little bit. Not that he minded, he had no family to meet him and would not begrudge others who had by taking R&R first. Anyway he had lots of fun reports to write and read. Well that was if he could get down to writing any. He just kept getting distracted so he had decided to hide in sickbay. At least he was there is any one needed him. He looked back at the PADDs on his desk. One was the start of the massive software up load that was being dumped into the main frame. It consisted of the new protocols and regulations that had been initiated in the five years that had been away. As First Officer he really needed to know this information as it was important. In another PADD was a study on implanted synaptic interface device that star fleet medical was testing to fly Starships. The study implied that an individual might be able to control a Prometheus class starship with there mind which had been fitted with a synaptic transceiver while in multi-vector assault mode and use it in combat. He looked from one PADD to the next and picked up the synaptic interface device study. ~I’ll just have a quick five minute brake and then get back to the protocols and regulations~ (Reply any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Beckett's Personal Quarters - Ensign JG Beckett - 20:45) Beckett looked at himself in the mirror in his quarters. He wore a loose pair of pants that seemed to sway with any movement his legs made, and his shirt had sleeves that would be considered wide enough to pitch him up in flight if the wind got strong enough. A very relaxed attire, something he had picked up on one of his travels during a short period of leave from the Academy, a world not to far from the Risan system. He was ready for his time of relaxation on the starbase and to see what was in store for him, not to mention his friend as well, which he has yet to kidnap. The past seventeen days had been nothing but work and getting himself acquainted with the ship and crew. The Chief Operations officer seemed to be satisfied with Beckett's abilities and initiative, although he hadn't much time to really get to know the man yet. Quinn's personable presence had become well known with the crew members of the Spectre and he had become quite the popular man as of late with the junior officers, not that much different than his days at the Academy. However, he worked hard when it was time to work, but now was time for play, and Quinn knew exactly the kind of play his friend needs in order to relax. He smiled at himself in the mirror and walked out of his quarters to head to the next door down. (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Peter and Will) (USS Spectre - Tolqu's Personal Quarters - Ensign JG Tolqu/Ensign JG Beckett - 20:47) Teverine had surprisingly settled in well, going about his duties over the past seventeen days with no major hiccups, his superior officer Lieutenant Deston had seemed pleased with his work rate and Teverine had started to grow to like his new role in science. He looked down at his PADD which was enlightening him to the latest findings in the possible applications of Static warp bubbles. He had not maybe gone out as much as he wanted to since arriving, only going to work and back with the occasional meal with Quinn when he came over preferring to eat in his own room than fraternize with the rest of the crew. Still feeling uncomfortable in larger groups Teverine looked forward to some peace and quite for the next few days. ~Well I am gonna sit back and relax as we have R&R maybe I might go to the Holodeck and…~ brought out of his thoughts by the chime of his door he lazily looked over knowing who it would be. “Enter” Beckett saw the doors slide open in front of him to reveal Teverine, and he walked in with intent, his sleeves and pant-legs swaying as he walked brusquely. Nodding to Quinn as he walked in, Teverine raised his eyebrow at his friend’s gaudy civilian clothes. ~Who would ever thought purple trousers and a gold sleeved top could be made let alone find a owner ~ Quinn smiled, "Tevvy!" He noticed Teverine's reaction to his choice of clothing. "It's a new outfit I found and purchased not long ago. It's really quite comfortable." “Are you sure something in such bad taste is allowed on starbases? They seem a bit outlandish for any part of the universe I can think of” Quinn chuckled, "What....you're afraid that this outfit will get me all the attention from the beautiful women and you're going to be nothing more than my ugly wingman?" Beckett grinned at the idea, "You know, that's a good idea, come with me." “Gods no Quinn! I don’t want to go to the Starbase. Why would I want to do that? I just wanted to relax here in my quarters. “ Taking a side long glance at the box beside his bed he sighed. ~Fun bah. His idea of fun and mine are two different things~ Quinn noticed as Teverine momentarily shot a glance to the nearby box, but decided not to ask what its contents were, not yet at least. He smiled, "I'm not taking no for an answer. If you don't come along and stop being anti-social, I'm going to take your little box there with me and hold it for ransom until you do." He, of course, was joking, he'd never do something like that, but it made its point nonetheless. As Teverine looked alarmed that he had been caught looking at the box with his wife’s photo in. “That’s bribery if I ever heard it, Quinn. If I promise to come along for ONE drink, will that keep you happy?” Quinn nodded in agreement, although he had full intentions of not letting him leave after only one drink. "That's the spirit! Now let's see if they have any Romulan Ale hidden somewhere in there." “No, I don’t fancy any alcohol but I will accompany you, that’s enough isn’t it?” Quinn smiled, "That's a start, Tevvy. And you wont regret this, you're about to have the time of your life! You're with me, remember, and that's gonna assure you a time of your life. Just think of the women that are there!" Not entirely convinced, Teverine ushered Beckett out of his room so he could get changed. Unlike his friend’s ghastly outfit, Teverine slipped into some casual khaki clothes and proceeded outside. Beckett looked at his friend and blinked at the man's bland, almost formal khaki attire. "I didn't realize we had a formal dress code to abide by." Teverine didn't respond. Beckett smiled, "Alright, let's go." (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Peter and Will) (USS Spectre - Transporter Room 2 - Ensign JG Tolqu/Ensign JG Beckett - 20:55) Beckett and Tolqu walked onto the transporter pad. Beckett thought this was a better way to get over to the starbase considering at this time of day the docking ports were full of people going on and off the ship. "Ready for the time of your life?" Beckett asked with a mischievous grin on his face. “Being seen with you in that outfit is enough to make a man wish he never entered Starfleet. Let alone be prepared for what’s coming. One drink mind you.” "Oh come on now, it won’t be that bad. Think of the possibilities. Women hanging all over me, you with a drink in your hand, and I might even share one of the ladies with you, if you're nice that is." Quinn chuckled. “If you even dare consider trying to fix me a woman, I swear I’ll fry the only part of you that you think with.” Beckett quietly laughed at Teverine's response and looked over at the transporter chief, "Energize." Quickly darting a nervous glance to Teverine to see if he was joking or not, looking into his eyes he gulped covering his hands a bit lower, just before the energy beam hit he looked again at his friend’s stoic face. “You wouldn’t dare.” Teverine smirked raising an eyebrow. “Care to test me?” (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Peter and Will) (Starbase 24 – Red Robin’s Club - Ensign JG Tolqu/Ensign JG Beckett - 21:08) The bar was made up of one level with a dance floor in the middle of the room and a large bar running along the northerly wall, the bar was made of plastic and was clear showing an array of bottles not only on the wall but underneath the bar, each promising a healthy stint of recuperation afterwards. There was no lighting per se but a myriad of lights that flicked and glowed from the ceiling each seemed to be in tune with the music that pumped out of speakers hidden around the room. Chairs and tables where placed throughout the rest of the room allowing those who had danced too much, or like Teverine who had no intentions of dancing at all, a place to relax. If that was only possible in a place like this Both Ensigns walked into Red Robin and Beckett instantly noticed that the place was rather packed with patrons of all races. Beckett spoke up over the noise of the multiple conversations and music, "Well, here we are Tevvy!" “And it’s everything I thought it would be.” ~Loud, obnoxious and full of people my worst nightmare~ thought Teverine. "What are you talking about? This is perfect! We have music, a place to sit down, lots to drink, and women to interact with!" Beckett was somehow internally enjoying Teverine's apparent discomfort, but it was good for the man, Quinn was convinced. “If you dare bring over a woman I am going. This place is already giving me a headache” Quinn chuckled, "If you say so, just give this place a try." Beckett scanned the area with his grey eyes, already noticing more than one attractive woman spread out throughout the bar scene. "Hey, I think I found us a place to sit, come on." Beckett led Teverine through the maze of closely packed individuals; he could hear bits and pieces of different conversations as they passed through until they finally reached an empty table in a shadowy corner, which was one of the only tables left vacant in the place. “Well at least you found a favourable place to sit. I’ll have a juice, you get the drinks.” Beckett nodded in compliance, "One juice, coming right up." ~And one juice is all you're gonna need, buddy~ Beckett thought as he started walking his way toward the bar, paying attention to the women who he obviously felt were attractive. He quickly made it his own personal mission to loosen his friend up, because in his viewpoint, he saw that the man desperately needed some happiness in his life. Teverine watched Beckett move amongst the crowd, occasionally stopping to grind and dance with a female that seemed only too happy to reply in kind. Sighing Teverine just could not get used to the idea of having Quinn as a friend and on many a night since they had met, he still pondered as to why he would allow himself into these situations when he would much rather be left alone. He did not deserve happiness after what he had done in his past. He only wanted to make his parents proud of him, they were so upset with him when he got married and threw his life away as they said 'to a woman of no background and little future.' At the time he had argued he was in love but he knew looking back it was lust if that and she was his first. Now he knew they where right and he had made a mistake which he had hoped he had rectified. “Here you go Tevvy.” Snapping out of his reflections Teverine almost laughed out loud. Beckett had brought him one drink as requested. Granted it was the biggest drink he had ever seen in his life, even a bucket in comparison was a small object. There must easily have been 10 litres of liquid in the gigantic container. “Well you said one drink, my friend, and I am a man of my word. I’ll be right back I need to get mine now.” Beckett rushed off before Teverine could reject the drink, or even comment on it. He went back out to the bar with the ease of someone who had been in many crowded bars in his lifetime. ~Well I suppose I asked for it~ mused Teverine as he leaned forward to sip from one of the many straws laden about the colossal glass container. ~mmm very nice and as asked all juice he is learning~ Within minutes Beckett returned with what looked like a pint of beer. Raising an eyebrow Teverine glanced at his monstrosity of a drink and back to his. “I assume this is to make up for my 'formal dress code' or have I inflicted something on you in a past life?” Beckett shown his ever-present charming grin, "Consider it rather a gift than anything else." “And thank you for at least giving me a non-alcoholic drink.” Beckett tried hard and almost didn't succeed in keeping his burst of laughter from exploding. ~If only you knew~ thought Quinn in amusement, because little did Teverine know, Quinn had ordered his friend the most potent alcoholic drink in this sector of space. It just didn't have the taste of alcohol. Teverine’s suspicion grew as Quinn buried his face in his beer. Looking around the brightly coloured bar, Teverine heard the hypnotic music pound away at his skull. The majority of the clientele here where obviously fans of Beckett and his attire as most had bizarre clothing and a disposition to grab hold of anything of the opposite sex and try to copulate with it as fast as possible whilst vainly attempting to keep in time with the music. Sipping deeper Teverine sat back and tried to shut out his surroundings. After watching Teverine take a few drinks of his titanic beverage, Quinn thought it might have loosened his friend up enough to take some chances. "Hey, Tevvy, let's go out to the dance floor and see if we can't get a few....counterparts to dance with, yes?" “No thank you ,Quinn, but please you go ahead.” Beckett mocked disappointment as he looked from his friend back out to the dance floor. "Suit yourself." ~I wonder if the drink is ever going to take affect on his system.~ Quinn jokingly thought. ~Oh well, when it does, I know he'll thank me for getting him to loosen up and have a great time.~ Beckett shrugged and stood up, "Well, if you ever feel the need at any time, come on out and join me. There's plenty of women out here for both of us!" He laughed and walked on out to the dance floor, moving in beat with the music as he inched his way closer and closer to a group of women dancing alone together. Watching his friend move towards the dance floor Teverine was reminded of a strutting peacock as his friend started to raise his arms and wave them around to the beat of the music like a torpedo aiming straight for the nearest group of women. Teverine watched for a time as he sipped his drink at regular intervals. “Hi there darling would you care to dance with me?” Teverine looked up into the eyes of a woman, long auburn hair, in a tight fitting all in one catsuit, a quite attractive shade of pink. “No, I don’t dance.” Feeling a little light headed, Teverine continued to sip at his drink distinctly avoiding the woman as she stood over him. “Well surely you do my dear, you just haven’t found the right partner yet.” “And I doubt she is in here, darling” Throwing her own words back at her and giving her a glare. The woman walked off in a huff, obviously a woman not used to being turned down. Seeing the interaction and having already succeeded in his endeavours with a girl in tow around his arm Beckett returned. “You could of pulled there, Tevvy. Why did you turn her away.” “Quinn, how many different ways do I have to tell you, I am not interested in women at this moment in my life." Beckett turned to the attractive young woman he was holding close at his side and kissed her on the neck and looked back at Teverine in an attempt to make the man change his mind by his actions. "Anyway, you do the work for both of us there has to be a balance.” As the woman on Quinn's arm giggled and whispered in Quinn’s ear, Teverine looked on desperately, trying to drain the drink as fast as possible to make his reasons and leave. Time seemed to speed up for Teverine, the next two hours seemed a blur of desperately trying to drink the contents of the beverage in front of him and frequent trips to the toilet. He also realised too late that the drink Beckett had employed was not as he had promised. Walking out the toilet with a stupid grin Teverine felt good, in fact he had never felt so good in a long long time, trying to push his way back to Beckett and the little trollop who seemed to be trying to devour Quinn’s face in the corner. Teverine found himself in the middle of the dance floor face to face with the auburn haired beauty from earlier. She glanced at him with a knowing smile and turned her body to his rubbing her body parts rhythmically against his. Before he knew it Teverine was complying with her and the music. It seemed his body had gone on revolt and ignored his mind to go back to its chair. The pure look of confusion and horror on his face obviously confused the girl dancing with him and had Beckett almost rolling on the floor laughing at his friend’s predicament. Beckett had never thought he would see his friend have this much fun. Could it be that Teverine was actually finally loosening up and being something other than a work-a-holic? Could it be that Quinn was finally having some positive affect on his friend and later Teverine would be nothing but thankful for the entire experience? Beckett watched on as his friend started thoroughly enjoying himself, and his attention eventually got diverted by the absolutely stunning woman who was now sitting on his lap, kissing and hands wandering. Sheepishly grinning Teverine flew his arms up into the air attempting to wave them with the beat of the music, as he had watched Quinn do earlier, he no longer felt burdened by things.~What the hell, I am in starfleet now. I should loosen up a little. I got here, didn't I~ slowly bringing them down to the woman's head and running them along her bodyline as they danced, with each movement Teverine let a small amount of energy release sending tiny tingles down her body, watching as she squealed in delight and then alarm. ~Oops maybe I over did that.~ Stopping him in his tracks Teverine looked at his hands pondering what might of happened, putting his hand to his own body he tried to replicate the slightest amount of energy. Pain erupted in Teverine as he shot himself across the dance floor having giving himself a blast of energy, throwing the dancers aside toppling several of them as he flew slamming against the bar a good ten feet away. He remained unconscious. Beckett blinked at the sudden noise of loud screams that erupted and instantly stood up, almost knocking the woman that was sitting in his lap onto the ground. He caught her in time, but kept his eyes in the direction of the screams and the loud thud that had ensued thereafter. Quinn quickly pushed his way through the startled crowd who apparently seemed to just stand there in shock. The music stopped as Quinn finally reached the source of the noise and noticed that it was his friend who now lay completely unconscious on the floor next to the far wall. He rushed to his friend's aide. Quinn's woman was close behind him, not wanting to miss a beat. "Who has the phaser???!!!" one of the patrons yelled out. That was just enough to start a panic. Different people, both men and women, of all different kinds of races started to bolt from where they all stood or sat to any exit door they could think of. Beckett and his woman companion stayed right next to Teverine who remained still on the ground. Beckett checked his friend's vital signs the old fashioned way, by checking his pulse with his fingers. There was a slight pulse, but was definately weaker than any humanoid's normal heartbeat strength would be. He looked around the room trying to see a phaser, then it struck him, he had momentalary saw the woman Teverine was dancing with squeal and writhe her body. He thought at the time Teverine had pleasurable hands and then remembered his ability it all clicked. ~He must of overdone it, maybe their was some kind of reaction to alchohol and his ability. Was this my fault?~ "Is he alright?" asked Quinn's female companion, almost too flatly for Quinn's comfort. "He's alive." Beckett thought for a moment, attempting to get his mind out of the groggy state of intoxication it was in. By now, the club was virtually empty and quiet. "I need to get him back to the Spectre, back to sickbay." Suddenly, a slight moment later, Beckett noticed two sets of legs walk up to thier location. Beckett looked up only to see two Starfleet security officers with their phasers in their hands, and those phasers were pointed at him and Teverine. "Oh boy," Beckett said quietly. One of the security officers spoke up, his deep voice bellowed throughout the now empty club, "You both are under arrest pending investigation." Beckett stood straight up as his woman companion stood behind him defensively. "For what?" Beckett was confused, he tried to collect his thoughts. "Look, he's Ornaran, we're both officers on board the starship Spectre, this might have happened because he has this....ability....." he was cut off by the other security officer, a female. "There are no Ornarans in Starfleet." "You're wrong," Beckett protested. "He's the first one...." Again, he was cut off. The male security officer spoke up, "Irrelevant. We had a report that there was phaser fire here, and until we can determine where it came from, and considering your current state of intoxication, it is in the best interest to detain you both until tomorrow morning pending an investigation. You both will come with us. Now!" Beckett could see that there was no diplomatic way to get out of this and so he knelt down to pick up his unconscious friend, holding him over his own shoulder. "Well, Tevvy," he whispered in irony, "I promised you the time of our life." The security officers kept their phasers trained on the two gentlemen as they started to lead them out of the club. "Wait!" yelled the voice of Quinn's female companion. They all stopped and turned around, "Quinn, is there a way I can contact you?" She stopped a moment, almost blushing. "I want to see you again." Beckett looked at the security officers for a moment and then back to her, "I'll be on the Spectre soon, after tomorrow morning I'm sure. Look up Ensign Beckett." He turned back around and succumbed to their fate as he carried his friend out of the club, under arrest. (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Peter and Will) (Starbase 24 - Callahan's Bar - Lt(jg) Walker Isengard - 21:09) ~Lucky me.~ Walker thought as he slammed his shot and gently put the glass back on the bar. He thumbed the glass for a few moments, and then tapped in a few times on the synthetic wood surface to signal a refill. ~I would get first shot at R&R, when all those with family would be gathering around the promenade - and crying, laughing, screaming - seething with anger and despair over the injustice of loosing so many years, at seeing their families broken up because they were gone for so long... some glowing with something akin to insane joy because their families were still together, children in the womb were born and talking...~ Walker absently spun the shot glass in little circles with his fingertips as he mentally strengthened his shield for the tenth time tonight. Callahan's was a dark bar, its ambience best fit with the period-bars on Earth. A place where a haze of smoke would not be noticed and the deep shadows would have covered dark deals a few centuries ago. These days, not nearly so much, the worst the shadows hid now was a small trade in illicit substances and a few desperate girls - looking for a way to pay passage out of the Federation. That was the only thing, really, that someone would need latinum for anymore. Social evils still plagued the planets, especially the frontier, but business was more difficult with constant Security patrols in the belly of a metal beast. For better or worse, Starbase 24 was a bastion of Federation Civilization, a small caricature of Earth, transplanted to the corners of Starfleet Controlled space. Callahan’s was a place where the depressed or angry came to avoid that civilization, if only in appearance, for just a little while. To his side, a science crewman from another ship was doing his very best to drink himself into oblivion. He was radiating despair, a cloying darkness that Walker knew all too well. From the bits that had been forced through his shield, the man's entire family had been lost to a natural disaster on one of the colony worlds. Isengard tightened his shield again; his oncoming inebriation was making such checks more essential, and licked his lips. He'd make no move to stop the crewman from doing what was in his mind to do - it was every man's gods given right to deal with grief in whatever manner they saw fit. The security officer tipped back his glass again and made a grimace at the bite of the alcohol, before lowering the glass again and tapping it for a refill. The bartender filled it, with a glance, "Are you waiting for somebody?" the man asked, in what probably passed as a diplomatic tone. "No." Walker replied, coldly, without looking at the man. He took his hand from his drink as the bartender moved off, and pulled a ring on a chain from the pocket of the civilian clothing that he had donned. In a long practiced habit, he began lightly thumbing the small blackened ring, turning it over in his fingers at odd times. His lips formed a solid line as he considered, again, what it meant. So many people had asked him if he'd had family, if he’d heard from them since the Jump - was it any surprise that the only family he'd ever wanted came so readily to mind? Cassandra was never far from his thoughts, but these last two weeks – she’d never left them. He had no idea how long he sat here, contemplating life in general, but the feeling of someone close brought him out of his musings enough for him to turn his head. A woman had slid up next to him, in the seat that had recently been occupied by the depressed science crewman. Walker briefly wondered when the man had left, but decided it didn't matter much. The woman gave him a smile, full of confidence, only slightly marred by feelings of trepidation he felt. He took one good look at her before turning back to his drink, which had sat untouched on the bartop. "Evening sailor," she said. "What are you doing this far out?" Walker couldn't tell what race she was, but she was humanoid, and she had the deep 'sultry voice' down pat. He sat in thought for a few moments, before saying: "Having no fun, that's what I'm doing out this far." "A shame, maybe I can help with that?" Walker slammed his shields home when, of all things, a rush of hope came out of her. Isengard found himself not wanting to know why she'd suddenly have a rush of hope at finding a mark. Maybe she almost had enough to get home, maybe business was bad with all the security around and she was happy to only find some business. Whatever the reason, Walker was certain now that she wasn't a random civilian trying to find a friend. "Maybe you can," he finally allowed. "But what do you get out of it?" "Ooh," she said with a low voice. "I'd hope a nice man like you would know how to take care of a lady." He turned his face to her directly, letting her see his scarred visage for the first time. To her credit, she didn't even bat an eyebrow. "I never said I was nice." Her smile turned wicked, Walker would guess that she'd had plenty of practice with it. "And I never said I was a lady. Even so." Isengard turned back to his shot, considering. Of course, this was wrong, he could think of several different clauses in the Uniform Code of Conduct that would forbid such a liaison. On the other hand, he knew how to get around those clauses. And so far, they hadn’t spoken about money - she could just be lonely, after all. Gods knew that he was. ~Ah, Cassandra. After so long, so many years, is it betrayal to your memory? It always feels like it.~ Walker lifted the shot, twirled the glass in his fingers for a moment, and then slammed it. With that he stood, "Let’s go." (reply: any, none) (posted by Trout) (Starbase 24 - Recreation Pool 7 – FO, Williams – 21:50) Andrew’s bare feet slapped against the tiled floor as he crossed the floor picking up speed in a few strides. His toes curled around the edge as he launched himself into the air. He flung his arms forward and sliced into the water without making a large splash. He felt the cool water cocoon his body and hearing. He pulled strongly forcing his body through the water until his muscles screamed and his lungs felt like fire. His fingers brushed the far wall. He pivoted through ninety degrees and slammed his feet onto the tiled floor. He burst through the surface and gripped tightly onto the side. He leaned his head back and sucked in great lung fulls of air. He leaned over and looked at the chronometer on the far wall. ~That’s nearly my time up~ He had been able to acquire an hour of private time in one of the pools. He wanted to do something that was not work related. Although as he pulled himself out of the water and reached for a towel he realised that he was really out of shape. He was drying his hair with the towel over his head obscuring his sight when he heard the sound of softly moving bare feet on the tiled floor. As he turned and tried to look from under the towel when something slammed into his side and into the air. There was a slight moment of disorientation and then he was swallowed up by the cool calm of the water. He kicked out going deeper and further away. He turned and looked back at his assailant. All he could see through the water was a humanoid shape facing him. He swam upwards and surfaced to the sound of giggling. He turned to see a head bobbing up and down in the water near the side of the pool. He recognised the person in an instant and gave a scowl. “Jay that was not funny.” He picked up the soaked towel which was floating beside him and hurled it at the person, who nimbly dodged it. Another set of giggles came from Jay before she calmed down. She had been his room mate at the academy. Even then she had been a prankster, mostly at his expense but she was a genuinely kind person as well as being a rising star in the medical profession. There had been rumours even then that one day she could become chief medical officer of the fleet or the academy. As she was already commanding a star ship it looked like she was definately on her way. “Ow Andrew you really need to lighten up. It was just a joke.” “Ow har de har har. A simple hallo would have done.” Jay smiled. “Yes but that would have been no fun.” He swam closer to her and suddenly splashed her with water. “Ha ha got you.” He said childishly. “Right, I’ll get you.” Andrew watched as she launched herself at him. Her hands gripped his shoulder and pushed him under. Andrew dropped down exhaling air from his lungs to give him more negative buoyancy so that he could slip out of Jays grip. His feet touched the bottom, he leaned back trying to get more distance but Jay was a good swimmer and had obviously more practice then him. He back touched the tiled floor as he looked up at Jay she was still grinning. ~Right I’ll show you~ He was about to grip her shoulders so that he could spin her around but she pushed him away heading for the surface. ~Ow no you don’t~ He grabbed her ankle as it flashed past. Suddenly he felt her other foot land on his shoulder and he realised that she was going to push off from his shoulder and get away. He moved as quickly as he could underwater, planted his feet on the floor so that he was crouching and let go of her ankle. As he expected she moved her other foot so that they were both on his shoulder. As he felt her feet tense he gripped both ankles and stood up. The force shot her up through the water as her feet left his shoulder he pushed up with his hands which flung her out of the water. He surfaced realising that oxygen was very important to life and spent a few seconds reacquainting his body to it. He slowly turned in the water and saw Jay was lying at the far end of the pool she grinned and stuck her tongue out at him. “Time for a dinner after all that fun, don’t you think.” Andrew nodded still trying to get rid of his light headedness. “Good plan. Got any idea where you want to go?” She gave him a smile as she swam towards the side of the pool. “I’m sure I can think of something.” As Jay got out of the pool Andrew was reminded as to why she had got the title as the best looking cadet in his class. He smiled to himself and he grabbed the sodden towel that was floating in the pool. “You going to stay in the pool or what?” “On your six, Boss.” She paused and looked at over her shoulder as he got out of the pool. “Boss me! and I’ll slap you.” Andrew grinned. “I always knew you liked gratuitous violence.” Her only reply was a dry towel flung at him. (Reply any) (Posted by Robbie) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Lt. JG Matthew Santiago - 21:58) Matthew entered the pub, that had become a popular drinking spot for those on the station. It was scouted by the counselor, Samhan, as the place to unwind. So Matthew, normally a loner, agreed to meet the counselor at the pub at 22:00 for some drinks. Matthew normally wouldn't do something like this, but despite the age difference, he had found a friend in the Counselor. Besides, according to Samhan, Leprechaun O'Malley's had the best Pasties this side of the 5 year time jump. Matthew approached the bar and waited for the counselor. "What'll it be?" said the bartender as Matthew looked up and nodded, "Whiskey and Coke" came Matthew's reply. Matthew then waited for his drink watching the door. ~Counselor better not flake out.~ (reply Samhan, any who want to show up) (posted by Will Banowsky) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Counselor Samhan - 22:00) George entered the pub huffing and puffing. It was a rather dark place, usually not the kind of establishment George preferred to attend, but it had been recommended for him by Lalo Rodriguez, who had a surprisingly varied knowledge of pasty places throughout the galaxy. George had been keeping in touch with him somewhat, out of pedagogical gratitude, and their love of pasties had become a common topic. But in any event, George found it easy to ignore the dungy atmosphere of the Irish Pub while he was eating a good pasty, and had recommended the place to anyone on the ship he could. He saw Matthew Santiago sitting at the bar drinking what looked to be a whiskey cocktail of some sort. He approached and sat down next to him, "sorry there, I flaked out. Nearly forgot." (Reply Santiago) George never cared for anyone on first glance, but he was surprised to find a kindred friendship in the Lieutenant. It was kindled at their first counseling meeting, though neither could remember the details. Since that time they had been meeting up when they could to talk about life in starfleet. "So, how has your day been Matt?" (Reply Santiago) (Reply Santiago, any) (Posted by Tim) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - LT. JG Santiago - 22:02) "sorry there, I flaked out. Nearly forgot." "Eh, you are a counselor, I'm sure you have been booked solid since the time jump." Matthew said as he took a sip of his drink. He didn't care much for whiskey, which is why he added the coke, he preferred fruity drinks more, like Sangria or Margaritas, but he didn't think this place would have them. "So, how has your day been Matt?" "It's been alright. Adjusting to the move to Operations. I'm kinda happy to be out of Science though. Science was just there, since I grew up in it, but eh, I don't like it that much. With OPS it is a new experience, plus I look better in operations gold than science blue, no offense." Matthew had been moved to the Operations department, shortly after the time jump, this was due to the moving of commander Banowsky from OPS/CONN to Strategic Operations and the transferring of Lt. Deston to the Spectre. It was a move that Matthew actually requested. He didn't want to be in the labs anymore, and with room opening up in the OPS department he got it. Only good thing in his mind Commander Banowsky ever did for him. Granted he only knew him briefly from his time on the Humboldt, but Banowsky and he were different, one was happy go lucky, and Matthew, like to be alone. Except somehow this bearded old guy, that Matthew had a strange inkling to call Pops had done just enough to get him out to a pub of all places. "How bout yours, George, easy, hard, just the right balance?" (reply Samhan) "So why exactly are we here, and what the hell is a pasty?" (reply Samhan) (Reply Samhan) (posted by Will Banowsky) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Counselor Samhan - 22:03) "It's been alright. Adjusting to the move to Operations. I'm kinda happy to be out of Science though. Science was just there, since I grew up in it, but eh, I don't like it that much. With OPS it is a new experience, plus I look better in operations gold than science blue, no offense." George laughed it off, "None taken, personally I think the blue fits my dark hair and blue eyes more. I don't have some lion's mane to fit to gold." (Reply Santiago) The bartender came over to the two friends, "What'reya havin'?" He asked in his gruff voice. "Rum and coke for me Mac." The bartender only nodded and went to fix George's usual. Mac wasn't much of a people person, in fact, he wasn't sure whether Mac's name was Mac, he just called him that because it's a nickname he gave to all bartenders. Seeing as Mac never complained, it could very well be his name. "How bout yours, George, easy, hard, just the right balance?" "Horrible." George said, "It's been nothing but counseling sessions the past month. Usually I get some time to myself, you know? I'm needed on this ship and all, but I was wishing I'd be one of those resources hardly used. Maybe help with some diplomacy, deal with hard cases. I wish I'd get more for all this work, but it's nothing a good pasty can't make me forget about." (Reply Santiago) "So why exactly are we here, and what the hell is a pasty?" "Ah, right, I suppose I never had a chance to tell you. A pasty is a folded pastry, like a half moon, filled with beef, rutabaga, onions, carrots, and potato. It's a great old earth dish that has miraculously stood the test of time. And we're here, because they have the best pasties for 100 lightyears. Trust me, you're going to love it. And if you don't, it's ok, I'm a therapist, I can help." George began to salivate at the thought. He had been eating pasties from the replicator daily, naturally, but they were always unnaturally bland, and slightly discolored. (Reply Santiago) (Reply Santiago, Any) (Posted by Tim) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Lt. JG Santiago - 22:03) George laughed it off, "None taken, personally I think the blue fits my dark hair and blue eyes more. I don't have some lion's mane to fit to gold." "Well neither do I, I'd look pretty silly blonde." Matthew replied. The bartender came over to the two friends, "What'reya havin'?" He asked in his gruff voice. "Rum and coke for me Mac." The bartender only nodded and went to fix George's usual. "How bout yours, George, easy, hard, just the right balance?" "Horrible." George said, "It's been nothing but counseling sessions the past month. Usually I get some time to myself, you know? I'm needed on this ship and all, but I was wishing I'd be one of those resources hardly used. Maybe help with some diplomacy, deal with hard cases. I wish I'd get more for all this work, but it's nothing a good pasty can't make me forget about." "Well I didn't think anyone expected to be be hurled five years into the future." Matthew too another sip of his drink. "So why exactly are we here, and what the hell is a pasty?" "Ah, right, I suppose I never had a chance to tell you. A pasty is a folded pastry, like a half moon, filled with beef, rutabaga, onions, carrots, and potato. It's a great old earth dish that has miraculously stood the test of time. And we're here, because they have the best pasties for 100 lightyears. Trust me, you're going to love it. And if you don't, it's ok, I'm a therapist, I can help." George began to salivate at the thought. He had been eating pasties from the replicator daily, naturally, but they were always unnaturally bland, and slightly discolored. "Alright, but the next time we are on a starbase that is known for brisket, we are gonna munch on that. Or the next time we get to earth, you and I are headed to Texas." Matthew was salivating at the thought of the delicious taste of brisket with the sweet tangy taste of barbecue sauce, but then he had to get his mind back to pasties. When the bartender came back around with George's drink, Matthew looked up. "Can we get an order of pasties, lets go with four, I am feeling hungry." 'Mac' nodded and went back to the kitchen to place the order. "These better be good George, or else." (reply Samhan) "Or else...or else I'll think of something." (reply Samhan) "So how are u holding up with the time jump. Have you heard from family?" (reply Samhan) (reply Samhan) (posted by Will Banowsky) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Counselor Samhan - 22:05) "Alright, but the next time we are on a starbase that is known for brisket, we are gonna munch on that. Or the next time we get to earth, you and I are headed to Texas." George didn't quite know what to say. He had never cared much for Texas, but he knew to tell a Texan that would only invite trouble. So he only nodded, "Never had brisket, that could be good. I'll be sure to resist the urge to replicate it." Then the bartender returned with George's drink, "Thanks Mac." Mac grunted his "you're welcome." George took a sip out of the rum and coke, and admired the Barkeep's handiwork. "Can we get an order of pasties, lets go with four, I am feeling hungry." George spit some of the rum and coke back into the rum and coke, "Wow, you must really be hungry, usually I only go through one, maybe one and a half." "These better be good George, or else." "Oh don't worry, they will be. Besides, what can you do to me? Or else what?" "Or else...or else I'll think of something." "Well, that would be a first!" George roared with laughter, "Oh sorry, couldn't resist." (Reply Santiago) "So how are u holding up with the time jump. Have you heard from family?" George put his drink down and played around with the napkin. "Not bad, not bad. I've gotten ahold of the living. No one died in the five years, but you know my parents have been dead for some time now... more now. And seeing as one of the reasons I joined Starfleet was to get away from them... well, it was awkward. But I think we've grown to have a greater appreciation for each other. When I get leave I may have to go visit them, something I wasn't planning on. So for me, this time jump has been a blessing in disguise. How about yourself? How's getting ahold of the family working out?" (Reply Santiago) (Reply Santiago, any) (Posted by Tim) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Lt. JG Santiago - 22:06) "Well, that would be a first!" George roared with laughter, "Oh sorry, couldn't resist." "Whatever you say Pops." "So how are u holding up with the time jump. Have you heard from family?" George put his drink down and played around with the napkin. "Not bad, not bad. I've gotten ahold of the living. No one died in the five years, but you know my parents have been dead for some time now... more now. And seeing as one of the reasons I joined Starfleet was to get away from them... well, it was awkward. But I think we've grown to have a greater appreciation for each other. When I get leave I may have to go visit them, something I wasn't planning on. So for me, this time jump has been a blessing in disguise. How about yourself? How's getting ahold of the family working out?" "Well it might end up being discussed more in my next session, but yeah I go ahold of them. My parents didn't even know I disappeared. They spent 5 years in sealed dome, doing an experiment with plants that required total isolation. Suffice it to say, they didn't realize I was gone, and have a 3 year old brother. I'm glad they didn't have to mourn over me, and now I have a brother that I didn't know my parents were still capable of having, but, since they were researching fertility, I guess mission accomplished." (reply Samhan) "But that is a discussion for another day." Matthew took another sip of his drink. He lifted a glass and rose it high. "To my little brother Vinny, may my parents care more about him then science, and get one right." (reply Samhan) "Yo Pops, your an old foagie, right, did you ever have any kids." (reply Samhan) (reply Samhan) (posted by Will Banowsky) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Counselor Samhan - 22:07) "Well it might end up being discussed more in my next session, but yeah I go ahold of them. My parents didn't even know I disappeared. They spent 5 years in sealed dome, doing an experiment with plants that required total isolation. Suffice it to say, they didn't realize I was gone, and have a 3 year old brother. I'm glad they didn't have to mourn over me, and now I have a brother that I didn't know my parents were still capable of having, but, since they were researching fertility, I guess mission accomplished." George laughed heartily, "Well, well, funny how these things happen to work out, eh? I suppose you'll definitely have to go see your younger brother soon enough. But a dome? A DOME? I'm finding my mind hard to wrap amount the providence!" "But that is a discussion for another day." Matthew took another sip of his drink. He lifted a glass and rose it high. "To my little brother Vinny, may my parents care more about him then science, and get one right." "To Vinny!" George raised his glass high and clinked it against Matthew's, then took one big long drink. "Yo Pops, your an old foagie, right, did you ever have any kids." George gulped, "Uh, almost. Well, not to my knowledge, no. I don't think I would be able to handle it. Have you seen some psychologist kids? They tend to be messed up. Psychologists have a way of overanalyzing common day situations, or we try out our pet theories... never works out." (Reply Santiago) George took a giant gulp from his drink. "Say, know any good drinking songs?" (Reply Santiago) (Reply Santiago, Any) (Posted by Tim) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Lt. JG Santiago - 22:08) George gulped, "Uh, almost. Well, not to my knowledge, no. I don't think I would be able to handle it. Have you seen some psychologist kids? They tend to be messed up. Psychologists have a way of overanalyzing common day situations, or we try out our pet theories... never works out." "Like Scientists kids. We are little experiments, every one. Hopefully Vinny, which is my parents way of making masculine Venus, or the Venus Fly trap, but hopefully Vinny gets a little bit more attention." George took a giant gulp from his drink. "Say, know any good drinking songs?" "Do I know any drinking songs, to answer your question, no. I don't sing when I drink. I normally Drink alone." (reply Samhan) "Plain and simple, George, I tend to be alone. Trust me, I'd be a counselors dream. Detached parents with loner tendencies. I'd have kept your private practice in business." (reply Samhan) "So no, I don't know any drinking songs, unless The itsy bitsy spider counts as one." (reply Samhan) (reply Samhan) (posted by Will Banowsky) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Counselor Samhan -22:09) "Do I know any drinking songs, to answer your question, no. I don't sing when I drink. I normally Drink alone." "Drink alone?" George asked, "But drinking is such a social thing, makes you lose your inhibitions! Why don't you get out more?" "Plain and simple, George, I tend to be alone. Trust me, I'd be a counselors dream. Detached parents with loner tendencies. I'd have kept your private practice in business." George grinned, finally someone who was getting his sense of humor, "I suppose I should have worked to bring some Scientists in before even considering it." "So no, I don't know any drinking songs, unless The itsy bitsy spider counts as one." "Ha, I'm afraid it doesn't. Well let me think..." To be honest, George wasn't much of a public drinker either. He did it a few times in college, but he couldn't get past the morons he was drinking with, so he tended to drink alone. But he had watched movies, and he did sing in choir. So he knew of a few songs, "How about In Heaven There Is No Beer? It's an old polka tune." (Reply Santiago) He cleared his throat, searched for a note, and began, "In heaven there is no beer, that's why we drink it here! And when we're all gone from here, our friends will be drinking all the beer!" (Reply Santiago) (Reply Santiago, any) (Posted by Tim) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Lt. JG Santiago - 22:10) "Ha, I'm afraid it doesn't. Well let me think..., How about In Heaven There Is No Beer? It's an old polka tune." "If you say so, though I'm not a fan of Polka." George cleared his throat, searched for a note, and began, "In heaven there is no beer, that's why we drink it here! And when we're all gone from here, our friends will be drinking all the beer!" "Do I really have to sing along?" Matthew asked. (reply Samhan) "In heaven there is no beer." Matthew began to grumble, "That is why we drink it here! And when we're all gone from here... this is dumb." (reply Samhan) "Fine I'll below it from the roof tops if it gets you of my case Pops." (reply Samhan) Matthew then cleared his throught and began to sing loudly and embarrassed. "In heaven there is no beer, that's why we drink it here! And when we're all gone from here, our friends will be drinking all the beer!" (reply Samhan) (reply Samhan) (posted by Will Banowsky) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Counselor Samhan - 22:11) "Do I really have to sing along?" Matthew asked. George stared blankly, "While yes, yes you do. This is a bar, we're drinking, you sing. Come on!" "In heaven there is no beer." Matthew began to grumble, "That is why we drink it here! And when we're all gone from here... this is dumb." George sighed, "How are you going to drink with joy if you can't sing!? Sing loudly! Sing proudly!" "Fine I'll below it from the roof tops if it gets you of my case Pops." "Oh believe me it will." George said, snickering. Matthew cleared his throat and really belt it out, proving himself to be a surprisingly capable singer, but it was clear his heart wasn't into it. "In heaven there is no beer, that's why we drink it here! And when we're all gone from here, our friends will be drinking all the beer!" Then the bartender showed up with the pasties. "Here's yer din'r. And I'd 'preciate it if you'd shut up." He then pointed to a sign down at the other side of the bar, "please refrain from singing." George howled. (Reply Santiago) (Reply Santiago, any) (Posted by Tim) (Starbase 24 - Promenade, Leprechaun O'Malley's Irish Pub - Lt. JG Santiago - 22:13) The bartender showed up with the pasties. "Here's yer din'r. And I'd 'preciate it if you'd shut up." He then pointed to a sign down at the other side of the bar, "please refrain from singing." George howled. "I wish I would have read the sign before you coaxed me into this Pops." (reply Samhan) Matthew then began to bit into the tasty pasty. "This is pretty good Pops. Good call." (reply Samhan) "So tell me George, what's it like to be the oldest ensign in starfleet." (reply Samhan) (reply Samhan) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Roadrunner - Deck 4 - Forward Observation Lounge – FO, Williams – 22:31) “So how do you like my ship?” Andrew looked back at Jay. They were sitting at small table in what was the Observation Lounge which doubled as their mess room. Jay had given him a quick tour of the ship before going to the Observation Lounge and getting some food. “It’s lovely but a bit small.” Jay smiled as she tucked into her dinner. “Maybe but it can go faster then your Spectre.” Andrew nodded as he ate his meal. “Yeh maybe but speed is not everything.” Jay gave a laugh. “What ever you say Andrew.” “It’s a bit quiet. Where is every one?” “They are all on shore leave. Most of them have family here or need to get out and wander. My family could not make it so I found you to hang around with.” Andrew nodded his thanks. “Thanks it is appreciated. Did you manage to speak to your mum and dad?” “Yes I did. They are both fine just a bit older. Dad is still tending the vegetables and Mum animals. They send their best to you by the way and hope to see you soon.” Andrew smiled. “Tell them thanks.” “I will. I want you to try something with me?” Jay pushed her finished plate and went over to a locked cupboard. She quickly unlocked it a brought out a green bottle and two glasses. “I found it on my last ship, the Joseph Lister and have never found a good opportunity to try it but I think this might be one.” She placed them on the table as she pulled the top of the bottle and poured them both a generous helping. “What is it?” Jay held up the bottle and looked at the faded label and shrugged her shoulder. “It is green.” Andrew grinned. “Well that’s good enough for me.” He picked up the glass. “Cheers.” Andrew almost gagged as the strong liquor seared his throat. He realised that he could not breathe for a moment and lunged for the glass of water that was on the table. He emptied it in two gulps feeling the cold water begin to soothe his red raw throat. “Wow that’s strong.” He gasped at Jay who was a having a similar experience. She grinned at him as she put the top back on the bottle. “Ow that’s good, no more at the moment but If you like that, I have something else for you to try?” (Reply any) (Posted by Robbie) ==================================================================== Mission: R and R Day: 2 Stardate 2413.10.12 (USS Roadrunner - Deck 2 – CO's Quarters – FO, Williams – 05:00) A voice boomed out of the darkness. It was full of authority and assertiveness. “Andrew wake up?” Andrew cracked his eyes open, piercing bright white light seared the back of his eyes. He slammed them tightly shut trying to cut out the painful light. “Andrew wake up?” The voice boomed again ringing in his brain. Andrew put his hands over his ears trying to ease his ear drums from this audio assault. “Andrew get up or I’ll strip you naked and transport you to the promenade.” Andrew slowly rolled over and lifted his head. He carefully opened his eyes and saw the silhouette of Jay standing in front of him. “If your going to do that could you do it quietly and with the lights turned down.” “You are such a light weight you know that. The Starbase engineering team is going to arrive in half an hour I would like to be out of their way before they get here.” Jay began to laugh, it sounded like thunder claps going off inside his head. He glared at Jay as she was enjoying the moment. He saw Jay move over to a cupboard and pulled something out. As she came back to him he saw that it was hypospray. “What’s in it?” “Something that will get rid of your hangover.” Andrew heard the soft hiss as the hypospray was injected into his neck. “Should make you feel better soon. Now sit there while I have a shower.” Andrew watched as Jay grabbed a towel and headed for the sonic shower. He lay back against the cool wall as the rock band that was playing in his head and the spot lights that were directed right into his eyes slowly eased. “There you go, it is your turn.” Andrew opened his eyes and looked over to where Jay was standing. She had a large grey towel with a small Starfleet logo wrapped round her. “You hop in and chuck out your uniform and I’ll replicate you another one.” Andrew gingerly stood up and moved cautiously to the shower. He got undressed and flung his uniform back into the room as he climbed into the sonic shower. He stood there as the sonic waves pulsed over his body getting him clean. As he got out he felt the effects of the sonic shower and the hypospray making him feel a lot better. A clean uniform was lying on the floor beside him. He quickly got dressed and went back into the main room. There he found Jay already dressed waiting for him. “How are you feeling now?” Andrew smiled. “Much better thanks.” “Right fancy some breakfast before we start the day.” Andrew shook his head. “How come you always seem to think about food?” Jay looked him up and down. “Well you obviously don’t! so come on.” With that Jay headed out the door with Andrew following closely behind wondering where she was going to find food at this hour. (Reply any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Personal Quarters – ACSO Lt. (jg) Carl Deston – 05:45) An almost inaudible tone sounded in the darkness, growing rapidly in volume. As it did so, a faint illumination dispelled the darkness; it, too, increased in intensity, though rather more slowly than the sound. After about five seconds, the sound had reached about 50 decibels; a voice in the dimly-lit room croaked, "Ah awake." The tone silenced, though the light continued to brighten for a few seconds longer, until it was just barely bright enough to see the contents of the room by. The vanished tone was replaced by the rustle of sheets, a muffled groan, and the smacking of lips. All went still for a moment, and then the bedsheets were flung back, and Carl Deston swung his feet over the edge of the bed and planted them on the carpeted deck. He glowered at the ceiling for a bit; he wasn't the type of person who yielded precious sleep with grace or goodwill, and the ship's computer, by virtue of being essentially non-centralized, was incarnated by Deston's irritation as a vague location in the ceiling of his cabin about midway between the bed and the door to the 'fresher. The area remained unblemished despite the ill-will he'd been pouring out at it these last weeks; he was beginning to entertain the notion that he was 'not', in fact, possessed of psionic abilities. Routine and ingrained discipline pulled him to his feet, where he spent some time undertaking his morning exercises, followed by a visit to the 'fresher. Upon finishing his morning ablutions, he was awake, alive, clean and dressed; ready for another day in service to the United Federation of Planets, Starfleet, the 'USS Spectre', and science (which he amused himself by typically thinking of it as 'SCIENCE!!', in a somewhat self-aware ironic fashion). Perhaps more importantly, he was now bereft of his ill-will, and was actually cheerful. The prospect of breakfast had no small part in the raising of his spirits. There was a chirrup from his room console; he strode over and acknowledged. The cheerful look on his face faded as he absorbed, then acknowledged the message. He closed his eyes and sighed in exasperation. "Tolqu... what in Klono's name have you gotten involved in?" NRPG: I'm assuming Deston should have gotten notification of Tolqu's incarceration on the Starbase by virtue of being his immediate superior officer and therefore the next link in the chain of command. (Reply none) (Posted by John O'Neill) (Starbase 24 – Temporary quarters - Lt(jg) Walker Isengard – 06:20) Walker stepped out of the small, functional lavatory and looked around the small room. It was darkened, but not so much that he couldn’t see his way around. As with the other times, he felt a deep sense of hollowness – a deep rooted guilt and self-loathing that never seemed to want to go away. He thumbed his ring as he looked at the woman, covered in rumpled bed sheets, never making a sound louder than his light breathing. He’d already dropped a few strips of latinum on the small table, there was nothing left to do here. He’d slept poorly, he usually did, he had every intention of going back to the ship and sleeping for the rest of his leave. He picked up his over-jacket, a lightweight cotton thing that held about as much style as a grocery bag, and turned to leave the apartment when that same sensuous voice said, “Leaving so soon, Sailor?” Isengard paused and looked at her, “I can’t think of any good reason to stay,” He said after a few moments consideration. “Mmm.” She said as she stretched out under the covers and gently put her hands behind her head. Walker’s brow furrowed slightly as he realized that he was feeling a deep sense of… satisfaction. The look on her face didn’t give it away, but he could clearly feel it. It was confusing, it was unique. “I can think of several reasons to stay, Lieutenant Isengard.” The furrow on his brow deepend and his lips turned downward in a frown. He knew for a fact that he hadn’t told her he was in Starfleet, much less his rank. He’d not even mentioned his name. He hung his jacket over his arm and turned to face her, disturbed on several different levels. In anonyminity, he was content to have walked out and never thought of this woman again. Now, however, she’d captured more than just his interest. She smiled again, larger this time, and threw the covers off so she could stand. Walker turned his head slightly, considering her, and opened his shields the slightest bit to get a better understanding of the woman. If anything, the feeling of satisfaction had grown. It had also taken on an overtone of other emotions, expectation perhaps. ~An exploitation gambit?~ he mused, as she pulled a blanket over her shoulders and moved to join him. “Oh yes, I know who you are.” She practically purred as she slid up to him and wrapped her arms around him. Walker did nothing more than stiffen, he was intent on figuring out her game. Her smile never left her lips, “It’s been five years that you’ve been adrift, welcome back sailor.” “How do you know my name?” he asked, flatly. “Mm, I have my ways.” She said quietly as she pulled one hand back and started walking her fingers up his chest. Isengard’s frown deepened, and he captured her hand securely. “Then you’d best be telling me those ways,” he replied in a monotone. “And what you want.” “Well, I want what a lot of people want. Peace, stability – sensible values and a future.” She said, cryptically. The security officer didn’t release his grip as he took a step back, thereby pulling himself out of her embrace. “Continue, with less metaphysics and political skullduggery.” He couldn’t mistaken the bubble of amusement that filtered from her. The apparently complete reverse of her presented psychology was shocking – almost to the point of being unbelievable. This was not the timid woman he’d met in a bar last night, not unless she was one of the best psi-blockers he’d ever had the misfortune of meeting. And if THAT were true, then she knew exactly what emotions she was presenting. Unless, of course, she were completely insane- there were a few forms of abnormal mental state that could present this kind of knife-edge change… but none of them explained how she knew his name and rank. He was more inclined to believe that she could shield, very effectively, effectively enough to block one of the strongest telepaths in the fleet. “Must it always be business with you, hmm?” she asked, playfully. “I have a message for you, I had to be sure of you first.” ~Sure?~ he was liking this less and less. His expression melted as he waited for her to explain. Her smile turned impish, and she leaned close into his ear… and whispered. The message wasn’t long, it only took twenty seconds, but not even being shot could have jolted Walker so fast. His reaction was immediate, he dropped her hand and grabbed her by the throat with every bit of strength he could muster. Her eyes bugged, and there was a loud bubble of shock and horror from her mind, and a definitive feeling that things were not going as planned. “That was a mistake,” he whispered. “Open up – who do you represent?” He threw down his shields and immediately began probing at her mind, none-too- gently. She let out a squawk, not a loud one, and closed her eyes tight…. Either against the pain, or against his attempted mental intrusion. After a moment, she began to thrash, wildly. The security guard grabbed her shoulder in a tight grip to keep her more-or-less steady as he pounded at her mental defenses. Indeed, she was formidable. The more he pried, the more he could sense that she was the best trained psi-defender he’d ever seen. The only reason he could tell she wasn’t esper-blind was that he could get into little cracks in her shielding and begin prying them open before she found the weakness and closed it. Nothing about this woman was as she appeared last night, Walker couldn’t have been more of a fool. A minute or so later, sweating profusely from the physical and mental effort, the door to the quarters slid open and two security guards stepped in on the double. “Let her go, NOW!” one of them demanded as he leveled a phaser in his direction. “I am Lieutenant Walker Isengard, and I…” “I don’t care if you’re the king of Earth, let the woman go!” “This woman is a dan-” Walker suddenly jerked as a mighty powerful wallop struck at his mind, knocking him momentarily senseless in his shieldless state. His eyes crossed, but his grip only got tighter by reflex, and the woman’s mouth opened – she could no longer breathe. Walker noticed none of this, he was too busy throwing up his shields under a massive mental attack, the likes of which he’d not seen since the war. “Alright, you’re done.” One of the security guards growled. Walker blinked a couple of times, just in time to see the guard take aim with his phaser. Combat reflexes took over after that, he turned hard and brought the woman with him, the phaser beam on stun struck her full on the back. Her eyes went wide, before she passed out – and that’s when the mental attack stopped, as if severed. ~She was the telepath?!~ he thought wildly, as he dropped her. Enough of the phaser’s charge had passed through her and into his arms to completely numb his hands, he couldn’t have held onto her if his life had depended on it. Walker’s mind was awhirl, between the mental attack and the stun, he was still mostly senseless and almost completely out of control. He was acting on pure instinct alone. So when the guard brought up his phaser for a second shot amidst curses, Walker did the first thing that came to mind – he slammed both guards mentally with an attack that was sure to knock them senseless and unconscious. Both dropped to the floor, immediately. The second guard had been in the middle of calling backup, his superior was left to call uselessly on the comm-circuit. “What the hell?” he blurted. He could hear footsteps in the hallway and little screams from other women, along with a few bellows from men. Walker slapped his own face, once, and forced himself to calm. His shields were in place, and a quick mental inventory said he wasn’t damaged. Not that he could tell, anyway, but he was still very dazed. One look at the floor also told him he was in a very lot of trouble. He slapped at his side, at his combadge, he couldn’t have held it if he wanted. “Isengard to Spectre, emergency – there’s been an incident on…” he paused as another guard came into view. Walker held up his hand and grabbed the man mercilessly with his mental grip, forcing the guard to stop. “… I don’t have much time,” he said in clenched teeth. “there’s been a firefight, I’m about to be taken by the guards. The woman, don’t let the woman go, she’s not what she seems! -” Another guard came in, this one esper-blind, and brought up his weapon. “Drop him or I drop you!” the man bellowed as he looked Walker down the barrel sights of a phaser rifle. He was joined by another, who poked his weapon out from over the guards shoulder whom he controlled. That was as many as could get to him, through the small doorway. Walker could, in theory, make one hell of a stand here. But they weren’t at war. Walker found himself wondering who had known to send an esper-blind security guard. He looked down at the woman, “Don’t let this woman go, she’s….” “I warned you buddy!” the first guard said, squeezing a shot. Walker managed to avoid it, barely, by throwing himself to his knees. In doing so he also released the guard whose mind he’d had in a solid grip. He didn’t, couldn’t, avoid the second. (reply: Spectre, any) (posted by Trout) (Starbase 24 - Brig - Ensign JG Tolqu/Ensign JG Beckett - 06:30) In a haze Teverine finally awoke, Beckett had sat beside his friend all night, he had wrangled some coffee and food from the female security officer on guard who coyly looked at him when her counterpart was not looking. Teverine slowly groaned as an almighty pounding filled his ears and the room seemed to be still spnning. "Hey Tevvy old buddie, are you ok? You gave me quite a fright there." Beckett felt genuinely guilty as he did not intend for any of this to happen. Attempting to sit up Teverine leaned heavily on his elbows accepting Quinn's help to upright himself. "Where are we? What happened?" Beckett looked around as innocently as he could muster, coughing a number of times before he spoke. Blurting out the words as fast as possible desperately hoping Teverine would not detect what he said. "We'reinthebrig" In his deluded state, Teverine could have sworn he heard him say the words 'in' and 'brig'. But as quickly as he thought it, Beckett spoke hoping to change the subject. "How do you feel? You were unconcious and took a mighty whack when you hit the bar." Beckett nervously scratched the back of his scalp. However he ended up here he knew Quinn was behind it. It came to him in a rush. A horrible dream that had come true. ~all because of HIM.~ Teverine leaned forward and Quinn stayed close watching his friend. Teverine swung back and punched Quinn on the jaw as hard as he could. Quinn took the force of the blow, knocking him back from his crouching postion in front of Teverine onto his bottom. Beckett never expected this, to have been caught off guard enough to have been utterly knocked on his ass by his friend. Rubbing his jawline, Quinn smiled at his friend. "Alright, so I deserve that." He chuckled, "Remind me never to get into a game of Russian Roulette with you." Leaning on his elbow Quinn put out his hand, and watched as Teverine sighed and took Quinn's hand, helping his friend stand back up next to him. "So how did we end up in the brig?" Now he was awake he could clearly see where they were. Beckett took in a breath, held it, then let it out slowly as he tried to piece together what happened in his head. "Well, let's just say that you got a little too happy with your hands. When that happened, you got flung into a far wall, I don't know how or why. After that, there was a claim that a phaser was involved and then security brought us here after thinking we were the culprits, or victims. Either way, they thought it would be safer to have us here." Teverine listened to the story as he sat back, wincing at the mention of him being flung against the wall as he finished. Quinn asked. "So, is it some kind of reaction to alcohol that you can't use your ability?" Beckett was looking for answers, any answers that would help explain the entirety of what had transpired. Teverine looked down to his chest and sheepishly looked up at Beckett. "Well that's not exactly how it happened. I may of kinda given myself the shock. I accidently may of blown myself up." The room was quiet as Beckett tried to absorb this information, looking at Teverine's face both men looked at each other before breaking out into hysterical laughter. Almost gasping for air, Quinn rolled back onto the floor holding his sides as both men wiped away tears of laughter. "Well, I enjoyed Starfleet as long as it lasted." said Teverine. At this both men began laughing again, just as the door to the security room opened, cutting off their laughter both men stood to attention assuming it would be an irate officer from the Spectre prepared to give them their marching orders. Instead they saw another prisoner being brought to the brig. Though small, the brig had five cells each able to hold five men. Quinn had noticed all where occupied with more than two accept his, this cell seemed to be for starfleet personnel. They stood back as the guards approached. "To the back of the wall, lads." One security guard said looking none too pleased with the officer in hand, who was being carried under each arm clearly unconcious. and it seemed he had been made to pay for it evidently. Teverine and Quinn moved to the back wall as the forcefield was lowered and the officer was unceremoniously dumped. As the security guards backed out, they touched the console just to the side of the door and the forcefield buzzed back on. Both men rushed to the stricken officer and, with care, slowly turned him over. "I know him." Quinn looked into Teverine's eyes with concern. Teverine raised an eyebrow, "Indeed. He's Lieutenant Isengard, one of the Spectre's security officers." Teverine checked his vitals and felt a strong pulse. As they knelt beside him, Isengard groaned slightly. "Here let's get him up and onto the bed." As Teverine had suggested, they took hold of his head and feet from opposite ends and lifted him onto one of the beds available. "Sir can you hear us?" (Reply Isengard) (Posted by Will Flessas and Peter Richards) (Starbase 24 - Brig - FO, Williams - 06:41) He had been commed by the station security while he was having breakfast with Jay. She had given him a smile and said something about booz and shore leave. Now he found himself standing at the entrance of the brig. ~Well this is a nice a homely place. NOT~ He entered the brig and a female security officer walked towards him. ”What can I do for you Sir.” “I am Commander Williams from the Spectre. I believe you have some of my officers, in your custody?” “Yes Sir. Drunk and disorderly. Disturbing the peace. Causing injury.” Andrew nodded. “Can I see my officers?” The security officer nodded and showed him over to a cell. As he looked in he saw Tolqu, Beckett and Isengard who looked like he was not in good shape. Andrew turned to look at the security guard. “Have these officers been checked out by the on duty doctor?” The male security guard shook his head. “We leave them to come round.” Andrew looked back at Isengard who looked worst of all. “Well get me a medkit now.” “What you are a doctor now?” Sneered the male security officer. Andrew looked round slowly and gave him a cold hard stare. “Yes.” He tapped the control panel, stepped into the cell and looked at Tolqu, Beckett and Isengard. “Talk to me? What happened?” (Reply Tolqu, Beckett , Isengard) (Reply Tolqu, Beckett , Isengard, any) (Posted by Robbie) (Starbase 24 - Brig - ACSO, Ensign Teverine Tolqu - 06:43) After listening to what happened to Isengard. Mainly from the irrate security officers who were only to happy to complain about the stricken security officer in the brig and what he had done to them. Teverine could just about piece together what happened. Teverine almost felt worse. He looked at Beckett with concern over Isengard’s situation and shakey condition. ~And here I was worried about my own arse ~ Teverine looked up as FO William entered the brig, Teverine’s heart went to his mouth he could feel his blood rushing to his ears. He could feel the steady pace of his heartbeat as it pumped almost defeaningly through his ear drums practically blocking out what his Superior Officer said next to the guards, Teverine was in a world of his own and it was all hurt and pain and self-loathing. This had nothing to do with Beckett this was his fault. He should of just stayed in his quarters and read up on his work as he intended to. He silently vowed to himself never to listen to Beckett again and stay his course if he survived in Starfleet through this. Looking up as William approached looking stern and none to happy that three of his staff which where in the brig. “Talk to me? What happened?” Teverine gulped trying to calm his racing nerves as he stood to attention in front of William. Trying to muster up a calm voice Teverine looked as if the weight of the worlds’ were on his shoulders. “This is my fault Sir. Myself and Beckett went to a nightclub. I drank to much and there was an…..” ~How the hell am I gonna explain this~ “incident. Beckett had nothing to do with it Sir he was not even near me at the time. I ….” (Reply Beckett) Almost with relief Teverine looked over to Quinn who interceded in mid-conversation to back up his friend. (Reply Any) (Posted by Peter Richards) (Starbase 24 - Brig - Acting CSO Lt. (jg) Carl Deston - 06:44) Carl entered the brig of the Starbase security section, catching the eye of a female security officer hovering outside one of the cells. Her expression was a little worrying; she didn't have the slightly bored poker face commonly worn by security personnel; she looked... 'involved'. She moved quickly to intercept him, before he could get much closer to the actual cell area. "Yes, sir, is there something I can help you with?" Deston cocked his head slightly as he looked at her. "Good morning, I'm Lt. Deston, Chief Science Officer-" ~close enough for government work~ "-of the 'Spectre'. I'm given to understand that one of my science officers - Ensign Tolqu - was taken into custody late last night." As he spoke, Deston saw another base security officer hurry out of the same cell she'd been standing in front of; this male redshirt saw Deston and didn't look happy, but continued over to a locker and retrieved a medikit, then hurried back to the cell. Deston returned his eyes to meet those of the female security officer. "Ah - I'd like a copy of your report, of course, and I'd like to speak to my officer." He raised an eyebrow, and his voice took on a certain tone. "That 'will' be possible, correct? He 'is' in fit condition to speak?" She replied, "Oh- well, Ensign Tolqu is fine..." She put a peculiar stress on the name; Deston figured that Tolqu was sharing a cell with someone who needed a medikit. "Excellent, I'll just be a moment, then," he said, nimbly sidestepping around her and walking as swiftly as professional decorum would allow back to the cell block. He pretended not to hear her truncated objection; in moments he was at the open cell door. The tableaux was not entirely unexpected, though the presence of the Spectre's First Officer, medikit in hand, was. He paused a beat to take in the new datum, then said, "Commander Williams... may I be of any assistance, sir?" (Reply any) (Posted by John O'Neill) (Starbase 24 - Brig - Ensign JG, Quinn Beckett - 06:45) After listening to Isengard’s story, Teverine almost felt worse. He looked at Beckett with concern over Isengard’s story and shakey condition. ~And here I was worried about my situation ~ Teverine looked up as FO William entered the brig, Teverine’s heart went to his mouth he could feel his blood rushing to his ears. He could feel the steady pace of his heartbeat as it pumped almost defeaningly through his ear drums practically blocking out what his commanding officer said next to the guards, Teverine was in a world of his own and it was all hurt and pain and self-loathing. This had nothing to do with Beckett this was his fault. He should of just stayed in his quarters and read up on his work as he intended to. He silently vowed to himself never to listen to Beckett again and stay his course if he survived in Starfleet through this. Looking up as William approached looking stern and none to happy that three of his staff which where in the brig. “Talk to me? What happened?” Teverine gulped trying to calm his racing nerves as he stood to attention in front of William. Trying to muster up a calm voice Teverine looked as if the weight of the worlds’ were on his shoulders. “This is my fault Sir. Myself and Beckett went to a nightclub. I drank to much and there was an…..” ~How the hell am I gonna explain this~ “incident. Beckett had nothing to do with it Sir he was not even near me at the time. I ….” Beckett blinked as if some revelation just came to him, "Holocameras!" Almost with relief Teverine looked over to Quinn who interceded in mid-conversation to back up his friend. Everyone else just looked at him, confused. Beckett continued, "Holocameras. I mean, there's got to be some kind of recording as to what happened, at least what will explain why Tolqu and I are here." He looked at the security guards, "Can't you access them? I mean, you are security guards, aren't you? You do have access to that stuff, right?" he asked pointedly. The male security guard glared, as if he were offended, and the female security guard raised an eyebrow as she spoke up, "You know, we do have a recording of what happened, actually. We can take a quick look." Beckett watched as both the security guards walked to a nearby control panel and brought up the relevent information and video. They watched for what seemed to be just a few minutes in silence before suddenly erupting in laughter at what they both just witnessed as they watched on the video Tolqu blasting himself across the dance floor only to have the bar stop his continual flight. (Reply Any) (Posted by Will) (USS Spectre - Captain's Quarters - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 06:45) =/\=Bridge to Captain - Please respond=/\= The Captain had been in a deep sleep when the call had actually arrived, the accompanying annunciator of the comms system momentarilly failing to rouse the Vulcan hybrid from his particularly restful slumber. Eventually though, his eyes flickered open, reality came flooding back and he reached to the table to his side in order to activate his combadge. "Go ahead", he said flatly, his mind still slightly slewed due to the effects of having awakened only moments beforehand. =/\=Sir, sorry to interrupt your rest but there has been an incident on the starbase=/\= The Captain furrowed his brow and then took a deep breath inwards before querying the call further. An incident? Was the station under siege, had someone become too drunk and trashed a bar? As it turned out it would be a combination of the two! "An incident?", he began, "Unless we are under siege, have starbase security deal with this, this is surely not our remit", added the Captain. =/\=Ordinarilly, that would be the case sir but this incident concerns three of our crewmen, unfortunately, they have all been arrested pending charges=/\= The Captain simply closed his eyes in response to that, tension was still relatively high following the ramifications of the time jump of course and it was no real surprise that someone had perhaps 'blown a gasket' so to speak. The Captain then continued. "Which crewmen?", he asked. =/\=Ensign's Tolqu and Beckett.... and Lieutenant Isengard sir, Lieutenant Isengard though is an unconnected event=/\= The Captain pondered the news, they had only been docked less than a day and already there had been an 'incident' of some kind. The watch officer on the bridge though had gone on to say that the FO had taken the call and had left the USS Roadrunner to check it out, giving the order to inform the CO before he actually left. That in itself was some small relief perhaps, it meant that the Captain could have gone back to sleep but on contemplation of the facts, he thought better of it and swung himself out of bed. After all, they were still his men. "Very well, have the initial security details sent to my secure console.... we will need to see what we are up against", said the Captain. =/\=Aye sir, once they are cleared for transmission, they will be with you... bridge out=/\= The Captain then stood, pulling a tunic over his shoulders and moving towards the replicator. "Coffee, columbian.... strong", he said, and the replicator performed it's molecular magic. (Reply None) (Posted by Alan) (Starbase 24 - Brig - ACSO, Ensign Teverine Tolqu - 06:46) As soon as Beckett blurted out Holo-Cameras Teverine knew the feeling of relief and fear combined in one. ~Out of the frying pan into the fire~ Teverine could feel the heat rising behind his civilian clothing the embarrassment was almost too much to bare. He felt like he wanted to crawl into a hole and just die there. As he watched the security guards watch the scene unfold. Teverine almost saw himself blasting himself across the room in a drunken moment of pure stupidity. Worst Deston had entered and heard it all. If it wasn't bad enough to have one Superior Officer present now two were here. He almost expected half the crew to turn up next to gloat over his misfortune. ~There never gonna let me forget this especially Quinn~ “…” Teverine opened his mouth to talk but nothing came out he was totally at a blank he didn’t know were to stare he could feel the smirk on there faces as they watched his calamity over and over again on replay. He kept his head down in dejection and let his shoulders slump as far down as they could go. His whole body oozed the feeling of failure and humiliation. He was at his lowest point. ~Gods what must we look like Quinn in his gaudy Purple and Gold and me the idiot who blew himself across a room some Starfleet material we are~ Teverine thought he could never of felt as humiliated as this he would be a laughing stock and nothing he would do in the future would matter compared to this moment. Where ever he went he would be the guy who drunkenly blew himself up and threw himself across the dance floor of a disco and slammed into the bar. (Reply Any) (Posted by Peter Richards) (USS Spectre - Captain's Quarters - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 07:30) "Understood, Captain Out" The Captain relectantly closed the channel and then settled back into his chair to ruminate over the mornings rather unsavoury proceedings. It seemed that things were not as straight forwards as they could be right now, specifically his officers were still under guard on SB24 and worse, Isengard himself, now in secure holding within the medical facility had yet to regain consciousness after some kind of 'mind blast' from an as yet, unknown assailant. There had been mention of a mysterious woman, that woman had been held briefly by Starbase security but had somehow slipped away undetected, how though nobody was quite sure. This plot was surely thickening! The Captain reached down and tugged at his tunic with both hands, then he sat upright once again tapping at his combadge once more after he had done so, this time to hail the First Officer in the hope that new information would come to light. The small polished insignia came to life with it's familiar 'chirrup' and the Captain spoke in earnest. "T'Vhor to Commander Williams" (Reply Williams) "Has Lieutenant Isengard regained consciousness yet?", he asked. (Reply Williams) It wasn't the news that the Captain particularly wanted to be hearing right now but, what could they do. Isengard had suffered some kind of overload, that much was clear and with that in mind it was hardly surprising that he was still effectively 'out of it', so to speak. The Captain pondered the facts briefly, settling back into his chair as he did so. He then began to contemplate the effectiveness of a mind meld in order to perhaps unravel the facts as Isengard himself had actually percieved them... would it even be a safe option to pursue? "Commander, as a Doctor what would be your opinion on the efficacy of a mind meld under the conditions Lieutenant Isengard has endured?" (Reply Williams) "I am aware of that, but we currently have an unidentified, possibly hostile third party loose on the starbase.... we need to know what happened here", said the Captain. NRPG: going to assume that Capps will be onto this by now... RPG: "Lieutenant Commander Capps is currently searching for clues as to that persons identity but I feel that the real answers..... are locked somewhere within Lieutenant Isengards mind", he added, pausing mid sentence as he spoke. (Reply Williams) T'Vhor nodded to himself in agreeance, then the subject changed to that of their other, perhaps lesser problem. Two Ensign's apparently engaged in a degree of high jinx that had gone wrong somewhere along the lines, needless to say one of them would be more to blame than the other, in the Captain's experience it was usually the case, either way though both would be facing a grilling back on the ship when they had been duly processed and released.... if indeed they were released anytime soon! "..... and what of Ensign's Tolqu and Beckett, have they been formally charged?", asked the Captain. (Reply Williams) (Posted by Alan) (Starbase 24 – Medical Facility – FO, Williams - 07:33) =^=T'Vhor to Commander Williams=^= ”Williams here Captian.” =^=Has Lieutenant Isengard regained consciousness yet?=^= ”No Sir. We are still trying to perform deep levels scans but he has not awoken from any of the treatments we have tried.” =^=Commander, as a Doctor what would be your opinion on the efficacy of a mind meld under the conditions Lieutenant Isengard has endured?=^= Andrew paused for a moment as he thought about the question. “Sir. I need to do some more in depth scans of him before I can do anything.” =^=I am aware of that, but we currently have an unidentified, possibly hostile third party loose on the starbase.... we need to know what happened here=^= =^=Lieutenant Commander Capps is currently searching for clues as to that persons identity but I feel that the real answers..... are locked somewhere within Lieutenant Isengards mind=^= ”If you put it that way sir I will try to hurry my scans in readiness.” =^=..... and what of Ensign's Tolqu and Beckett, have they been formally charged?=^= “Not yet sir but I want to get them back on board. I will give you a up date when I have more information Sir.” (Reply T’Vhor IYW) (Reply T’Vhor, Tolqu, Isengard and Beckett) (Posted by Robbie) (Starbase 24 – Brig – FO, Williams - 07:40) The FO had now returned to the brig, his intentions being to try and negotiate the return of the last two officers out of his brig and back to the ship. He looked at the male security officer. “I need to get these officers to a proper sickbay in order to more thoroughly check them out.... Ensign Tolqu is an Ornaran, I'm not sure what the effects of an uncontrolled electrical discharge will have upon his physiology.” “I can not let them out of the brig with out proper authorization. Protocols must be followed. Sir” Andrew stood up and faced the security officer with a slight puzzled look on his face. “Well then transfer them into my custody. You’ve seen the holo-cameras. They had nothing to do with it. I will make sure they are properly sorted out.” “That is not possible. Under article seventy five, subsection D of the station security regulations persons in custody are to be detained until all evidence of the arrest has been collected and collaborated. There have been some changes to the regulations since you have been away. Sir” Andrew took a step closer to the security officer giving the officer an incredulous look. ~What! You idiot! Do you have no comprehension what your doing here?~ He clenched his fist behind his back barely controlling the rage that was wreathing inside him but showing none of it on his face. It was not that he did not care about the security regulations it was that the security officer blatantly did not care about the people under his care. He had two of his officers needing a good medical examination just in case there was something underlying, and he appeared to be putting security protocol before life and limb! ~Right I’ll get you for that~ A smile passed across his lips as he remembered that what he had read last night in sickbay as he was going through the updated regulations. “Yes that is true but you are forgetting section B.” He saw the smirk wobble slightly on the security officer’s face. “Yes section B indicates that all persons are entitled to medical services of the station on duty doctor or another authorized representative. It also states that if the condition of these persons are deemed to be severe enough then their transfer to secure medical facility is authorized by the medical on duty doctor or another authorized representative” He paused for a second to let it sink in. “They have been in your care for some time and you have not called the on duty doctor to ascertain their condition. Since I have been here it took you almost half an hour to get them to the brig medical facility. ” He indicated to Tolqu and Beckett. “These officers would require at least an inspection. He looked back to the male security officer. “As I am the only authorised medical practitioner who has examined these officers, I feel that their level of care can not be met while they are still in this brig. They need the care of a critical care level facility" “But there must be a security officer from station security with them at all times.”, the security guard interjected as he took a step forward trying to block his way. Andrew took another step closer his voice hard again. “If you take one more step towards these officers I will make sure that it is the last thing you ever do.” He turned and looked at the female officer. “Would you please accompany us to a more properly equipped medical facility?" The woman nodded as she moved and lowered the cell force field, just as the male security officer stepped towards him. “You threatened me Commander. I do not take idle threats lightly.” “Ow I was not threatening you. It was a promise. They then stepped out of the brig and headed off under guard. (Reply Tolqu, Beckett, Any) (Posted by Robbie) =========================================================================