USS Rosenante Compile 01 February - Compile index Mission: A Fine and Private Place Day 1 Stardate 2408.01.15 (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – CO, Captain Susan Rivers – 1022) Day 3 Stardate: 2408.01.17 (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 2 – Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 0637) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 2 - ACOUNS/LT Dorga 'cha Nooras & SO Ens. Ro'Dal - 0640) (USS Rosenante - Corridor – Counsellor, Ens(jg) Sally Trent – 0643) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 2 - CO - Captain Susan Rivers - 0648) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 2 – a3O/COUNS – Lt Olen Rhinehart – 0649) Day 4 Stardate: 2408.01.18 (USS Rosenante, Deck 4, Multi-Purpose Science Lab - Toral Loren and Toral Shun - 1310) Day 7 Stardate: 2408.01.21 (USS Rosenante - Security Department - Crewman Shadow to Sretalles & Lieutenant Jono Janeway - 0710) (USS Rosenante - Holodeck 4 - Holo-Marine Jose Rameriz & Crewman Shadow to Sretalles - 1550) (USS Rosenante - Engineering Technician Anderson's Quarters ­ CEO - Lt.(sg) Bird , E.T Anderson - 2354) (USS Rosenante - Office – Second Officer & Security/Tactical Chief - Lt. Jono Janeway – 2355) Day: 8 Stardate: 2408.01.22 (USS Rosenante – CO's Quarters – CO – Captain Susan Rivers – 0002) (USS Rosenante - Bridge – Second Officer & Security/Tactical Chief, Lt. Jono Janeway – 0003) (USS Rosenante – Bridge - CO - Captain Susan Rivers - 0011) (USS Rosenante - Tactical Station, Bridge – Second Officer/Security & Tactical Chief, Lt. Jono Janeway – 0014) (USS Rosenante – Personal Quarters - ACMO, Ensign Henna-star – 0015) (USS Rosenante - Sciences Department - ACSO - Ensign Tuk - 0017) (USS Rosenante – Bridge – a3O/COUNS – Lt Olen Rhinehart – 0021) (USS Rosenante – Deck 11 – Civilian Quarters – Ashes of Ivor Prime – Chairperson-Elect Dr Laura Schell – 0103) (USS Rosenante – Bridge - CO - Captain Susan Rivers - 0300) (USS Rosenante, Bridge – Second Officer/Security & Tactical Chief, Lt. Jono Janeway – 0302) (USS Rosenante – Bridge - FO - Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid - 0305) Compile begins Mission: A Fine and Private Place Day 1 Stardate 2408.01.15 (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – CO, Captain Susan Rivers – 1022) “My deepest apologies, Captain. The proper salutation must have slipped my mind,” she replied, not believing for one second that the slight hadn't been deliberate. The smile dropped. “Inexcusable really, in light of the fact that I'm aboard your ship as the nominated executive of an entire colonial population, and that's not even to mention those PhDs I worked so bloody hard for. Either 'doctor' or 'chairperson' seem an appropriate choice, I think. Captain.” Dr Schell paused, allowing Susan to wonder at the animosity the woman was displaying and the cause for it. She made a mental note to speak to Jono and Olen later, as the senior officers who might well be able to explain Schell's attitude to her. “I'd appreciate it," Schell continued, "if we could kick this voyage off on the right foot by you taking the small consideration of affording me the respect I believe I've earned. I'm more than happy to reciprocate,” she said, sitting back in her seat. Susan nodded, and attempted to diffuse the lowering animosity. "My apologies, Dr Schell. I addressed you in the way you were introduced to me, but I assure you that all my officers and crew will henceforward address you in a manner and with the respect befitting your position. I hope that we will be able to work together to ensure the best possible site for your colony's new home. You all deserve that much, at the very least." === Day 3 Stardate: 2408.01.17 (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 2 – Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 0637) T'Kron stood awaiting the departure of one of the ship's Counselors. He was normally up at a very early hour, during this time of day. He generally did some morning meditation exercises prepatory to his day. Today he had shortened them. He did not want to miss Lt. Dorga 'Cha Nooras's departure. He had heard of the promotion and wished to tell her goodbye. It was his private opinion that though the Boudicca might be gaining a fine command officer, they would be losing a superior Counselor. As she entered the transporter room, T'Kron raised his hand in the traditional Vulcan salute. "Peace and long life, Lt. Dorga 'Cha Nooras." (Reply Dorga 'Cha Nooras) "I am pleased to hear of your promotion to the command staff of the USS Boudicca. My wish is that you prosper there as much as you have here." T'Kron studied the racial features of the Lieutenant. Though her strange mix of ethnic features was readily apparent, her face had an interesting rough aesthetically pleasing quality that he found most curious. (Reply Dorga 'Cha Nooras IYW) "Despite the fact that we have not seen much of each other outside of crew meetings, I had heard the story of your capture and your resistance to imprisonment. Would that all our crew could do as well as you did." (Reply Dorga 'Cha Nooras) T'Kron nodded solemnly to the newly promoted officer. "Goodbye Lt. Nooras." === (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 2 - ACOUNS/LT Dorga 'cha Nooras & SO Ens. Ro'Dal - 0640) Dorga had been pleasantly surprised when she had walked into the Transporter Room, to find that her and the transporter operator were not the only people there. She saw the captain, her friend, Susan Rivers and recognized T'Kron from the Engineering department. He was first to speak, raising his hand in the traditional Vulcan salute. "Peace and long life, Lt. Dorga 'Cha Nooras." She gave him her usual curt one nod and smiled. "I am pleased to hear of your promotion to the command staff of the USS Boudicca. My wish is that you prosper there as much as you have here." T'Kron added, scrutinizing her. Dorga nodded again. "I regret having to leave the Rosenante, foolishly I allowed myself the luxury of thinking I would be here for many years to come, but it wasn't to be, so I will endeavor to fulfill my duties as Second Officer with zeal and tenacity. My thanks for your well wishes, it was thoughtful of you to be here." "Despite the fact that we have not seen much of each other outside of crew meetings, I had heard the story of your capture and your resistance to imprisonment. Would that all our crew could do as well as you did." "I am sure that all of the crew on this ship would have done the same, T'Kron." Dorga replied. T'Kron nodded solemnly to her. "Goodbye Lt. Nooras." " Dif-tor heh smusma, T'Kron.“ Dorga replied raising her hand in the familiar Vulcan salute, he had given her and then turning as someone rushed into the room. “You didn’t think you were getting a way without saying Goodbye did you?” Sally cried, her voice rather more shrill than usual. ~From excitement perhaps.~ Dorga thought as the young human woman hugged her unexpectedly. Sally quickly pulled away and said, “Sorry…and thank-you, Dorga. You’ve helped me so much since I arrived. Keep safe on the Boudicca OK?” Reaching for Sally, Dorga pulled her into another hug, she had grown fond of Sally. "No need to be sorry, I'm not! It was a pleasure working with you, and I am only a subspace communication away, should you need me." Dorga let Sally go and lifted the case with her new harp in it. "This will remind me of the good friends I have made here every time I play it, and I will play it often." She smiled brightly as Susan stepped forward and hugged her tightly. "I will miss you so much," she said quietly. "A safe journey to you, dear friend, and a happy posting. I hope that Sevant appreciates what a great 2O/COUNS he is getting! And remember - it is never a good day to die, but it may be a good day to fight, if you have to." "It is always a good day to fight, Susan." Dorga grinned, "but I hope my fighting days are done for a long time to come... but now I must go before my transport leaves without me." Susan stepped to the console and the operator stepped aside to make room for her. "Ready?" she asked. "It is time." Dorga replied, stepping up on the transporter pad, wishing she could stay. She lifted her hand again in the Vulcan salute and saw her friend's lips moving, though what she said was to quiet for Dorga to hear above the whine of the transporter beam as it engulfed her and created her anew aboard the SS Kahuna. Ro'Dal strode into the transporter room just as Dorga disappeared. The disappointment at having missed saying farewell to the counselor was evident on her Takaran features. Although Dorga had appeared to have an aversion to Ro'Dal, one she didn't quite understand and had planned to find out why, because the Takaran security officer greatly admired the Vulcan/Klingon officer, and wished she had remained on the Rosenante so that Ro'Dal could make a friend of her as she had determined she would do, no matter how long it would take. Ro's head bowed with regret and she sighed softly. Now Dorga 'cha Nooras would never know what a loyal and faithful friend she would have been to her. Another sigh and she spun on her heel and marched back out the door. Best to just get to work and forget about it. === (USS Rosenante, Corridor – Counsellor, Ens(jg) Sally Trent – 0643) Sally rushed down the corridor. ~No, No, No~ She shook her head as she began to move slightly quicker. She had overslept an important event that she really didn’t want to miss. She checked the time and then double checked it as she rounded the corner, nearing a run now she moved down the corridor at an incredible pace. She could see the door infront of her and almost collided with it when it didn’t open enough for the speed she was travelling at. She stood in the doorway and saw Ensign T’Kron nodding to Dorga. ~Thank the lords~ “Goodbye Lt. Nooras” T’Kron said and Sally hung back a moment while Dorga gave the Ensign her last words. Once she sensed it the correct moment she rushed in saying, “You didn’t think you were getting a way without saying Goodbye did you?” Slightly more shrilly than she originally intended too. (Reply Dorga) As Dorga turned around Sally gave her a hug and then quickly pulled away into and said, “Sorry…” “…and thank-you, Dorga. You’ve helped me so much since I arrived. Keep safe on the Boudicca OK?” === (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 2 - CO - Captain Susan Rivers - 0648) Susan had made sure she was in the transporter room well ahead of time. She wanted to see Dorga off, and was pleasantly surprised to see how many others did too. It seemed that Dorga, with her open nature and good heart had made many friends aboard the ship in the time she had been a member of Susan's crew. This came as no surprise to Susan, though it seemed that Dorga was surprised to see how many people had come to see her off when she entered the transporter room. Patiently Susan waited until everyone else had said their goodbyes to Dorga before stepping forward and hugging her friend tightly. "I will miss you so much," she said quietly. "A safe journey to you, dear friend, and a happy posting. I hope that Sevant appreciates what a great 2O/COUNS he is getting! And remember - it is never a good day to die, but it may be a good day to fight, if you have to." (reply Dorga, room for more iyw) Her final farewells made, Susan stepped to the console and the operator stepped aside to make room for her. "Ready?" she asked. (reply Dorga) Susan nodded, and on receiving her friend's acknowledgement that she was, indeed, ready, she entered the command into the console that would take Dorga on the first step of her journey to her new posting. "Goodbye, Dorga," she whispered as her friend vanished from the transporter pad. "And good luck go with you." === (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 2 – a3O/COUNS – Lt Olen Rhinehart – 0649) He stood unobtrusively to the side of the transporter suite, watching from behind a fond smile as Dorga made her last farewells. He was particularly pleased to see that Sally had made the dash down here. The young counsellor's skills had developed a great deal under Dorga's exemplar, and for a moment he wondered which of them would miss her more. Rhinehart balled a fist in front of his mouth to stifle a yawn, and smiled again as the captain enfolded Dorga in a tight hug. He felt that his goodbye had been said the previous day, in one magical crystalline moment that he would forevermore carry in his being like a music box. He sincerely hoped he hadn't heard Dorga play for the final time. Eventually, and not without some lingering, Dorga took her place on the transporter pad. The captain moved to the controls, and Rhinehart raised his right hand in a silent goodbye as she shimmered and faded and was finally gone. The smile was starting to hurt. === Day 4 Stardate: 2408.01.18 (USS Rosenante, Deck 4, Multi-Purpose Science Lab - Toral Loren and Toral Shun - 1310) Loren trailed in at the end of the line of schoolchildren, together with a couple of the other, older pupils. She supposed this was going to be a tedious lecture on safety in the lab ~Again~. She sat at the back, and prepared to be bored. Shun was with some of the younger children, looking around him with interest, and longing to try some of the exciting-looking equipment. The woman at the front began speaking, and Loren, rather against her will at first, listened with growing interest. She caught sight of Shun, eyes rapt on Lieutenant Megan Tallos, as the scientist had introduced herself, and sighed. She supposed he was now determined to become a scientist and would be wanting to set up a lab in his bedroom or something. "Now, Any questions?" Megan asked with a smile. Shun's hand shot up. "Please, Mi- Megan, when do we start?" he asked, drawing a few rolled eyes from some of the other children. Not from Loren though, she waited for the answer with baited breath. She was hooked. === Day 7 Stardate: 2408.01.21 (USS Rosenante - Security Department - Crewman Shadow to Sretalles & Lieutenant Jono Janeway - 0710) Shadow slipped into through the door of the Security department and tried to look inconspicuous. She really didn't want to disturb or bother anyone. The computer had told her she didn't need permission to enter the security department, and since no one yelled at her, she guessed the computer was right. Not that she thought the computer would be wrong, but sometimes she had difficulty asking the questions the right way so it gave her the right answer for the wrong question. She went up to the security chief's office, expecting it to require a chime, but was very startled to find it just opened as she got close. Jono looked up as the door of his office swished open. He looked a little startled as he saw Shadow, the captains Yeoman stood in the doorway. He stood up and said, "Come in, Shadow." Stroking her tail back to normalcy Shadow ducked her head shyly, "I had come to enquire about some irregularities? If you have time, sir?" She asked quietly. He nodded, "Of course. What is it?" He said a little confused about what irregularities she would be bringing to him. Shadow's tail looped at Jono's word and she entered his office "Thank you, Sir." She fished some PADDs out of the carry sack she had strapped over her shoulder. She didn't see why she should occupy her hands with half a dozen PADDs when she could just slip them into a shoulder bag that hooked nicely onto her harness. "Would you like something to drink, Shadow?" He asked moving over to the replicator. Shadow's whiskers practically danced in startlement at the offer. Starfleet elders seemed awfully obsessed about food and drink. Perhaps it was because they had no paw in the catching and preparing, they were fascinated as if it were product of magic. Which, to Shadow, it may as well have been. "N-no thank you sir." Shadow replied. "While you were in acting command, there were some things that should have been filed and reported and stuff, and my fault for not leaving you instructions on where to leave them for me.. But if we can fix them now, I should be out of your fur quickly?" Jono turned around from the replicator as Shadow's response was 'No' to his question, as he listened to the yeoman he made his way back to the desk and said, "Ah." "Well I'm glad you didn't want a drink." He said smiling, "I have just finished one and I would have felt obliged to have another if you had said yes." He said sitting down. He looked up to her before realising she was still standing. "Take a seat, Shadow. No need to stand." Shadow sat gingerly on the chair. She was kind of surprised that Starfleet people didn't spend half their shifts in the facilities with the amount of liquid they ingested. Maybe somewhere in the history of humankind they had lots and lots of territory to mark and they always had to have hydration. "Now which documents were filed incorrectly? I tried to do my best but with no one to help me and little experience of which documents to file and where." He paused, "I'll probably have them somewhere around" He said smiling and looking around the room rather pointlessly. The only command he had taken control of before both command officer skipped of the Hypatia was the Wyvern and regular shifts on the Champlain. There had barely been enough crew or activity to write a report about on the return trip on the Wyvern so he hadn't gained much experience in that area. "Ok-kay," Shadow replied, now in her field of expertise and feeling more comfortable. "Starting with the personnel transfers and property movement forms.." Shadow's tail was looped at the fun of teaching an elder how to do her job and getting him to correct it. It would probably be a very different story if the elder wasn't as intelligent and quick a learner as he was. "I think that's the end of it." She said happily, "I will promise in old tongue, never to leave you without an administrative translator again." Jono had smiled through the entire conversation, it was obvious that Shadow was enjoying herself and very obvious that she was in her element. The administrative side of running a ship seemed to work for Shadow and she seemed to enjoy it. He kept nodding and asking questions which Shadow seemed to also enjoy. By the end of the conversation he had learnt allot about the on-goings of the administration, something very useful that he could keep in mind when working as the commanding officer on shifts in the future. Jono was interested to hear what the 'old tongue' was but didn't ask Shadow where it originated for some strange reason. She was a strange creature, highly amusing, highly enthusiastic, very happy all the time and life would be allot more miserable without Shadow. "Well I have to say Shadow, you to do an excellent job. If I do say so myself. I'm glad to have your sort of intelligence and enthusiasm along with us on the crew." He said smiling at her. Shadow licked her whiskers in embarrassment, "Thank you Sir," She replied shyly. "I have a few requests Shadow, I'm wondering if you could help me out with something?" "If I can!" she replied happily enough. Jono nodded, "Excellent. Well I personally seem to have 2 offices and 2 living areas. Not that I'm complaining but I really don't need that much space. Until the T'Larah Sullivan comes back maybe we could allocate both of those spaces to other needs or wants?" Shadow's tail double looped tightly, "I have bad news for you Lieutenant," she told him, green eyes dancing merrily. Jono looked at her slightly confused, she didn't look that un-happy to have horribly bad news. She looked like she was almost teasing him a little, "What is it?" he said quite straight forwardly. "You have *three* offices. Your office here in Security, your office in Tactical, and your office up in Admin for the second officer." She borrowed his terminal for a moment, claws flying across the screen as she looked up the information, "Oh, and three sets of quarters too." Her tail was corkscrewed in merriment. "Do you have any preference of which of all of these you wish to keep? Or perhaps I could set you up a rotating schedule so you can make use of all of them?" Jono chuckled to himself for a moment, "Oh dear. Well someone made a big mess of this before we left the dock." He said shaking his head slightly. "I'll keep both the Second Officer's and Security Officer's office, encase of great need. I don't think their will be great need of a rotating schedule either. I'll use this office as a Security base for meetings with Security personnel and use my office in admin for day-to-day use." He sighed, he was just getting used to this office. "As for quarters I only need one of those. The second officer quarters I'll keep. You can re-allocate the other two to other officers." He smiled. Shadow nodded, "Happy to help sir," she said standing, regathering the pile of PADDs before disappearing back out of his office. She still had to work on the concepts of 'goodbye' and officer dismissing one.. (USS Rosenante - Holodeck 4 - Holo-Marine Jose Rameriz & Crewman Shadow to Sretalles - 1550) "Hays, it's not likes I really minds, but it'd be nice to have rank, y'know? Those marines that will talks to me just order me about likes I'm some sort of glorified waste recyc cleaner and the rest don'ts pay attention to me at all. I don't tinks da Colonel has even realized he has me and what advantages I have." He sighed. "I tinks all da marines are so happy to be back to 'rescue da dumb civilians and pajama people' that they're not thinkin' real tactically." Shadow nodded along like she understood what he was talking about. Well, she did, kinda. It must be hard being an adult in a camp where you weren't recognized as being a member but had to serve the camp all the same. "I wish I had answer. But even Voyager's holographic doctor does not hold rank. Androids, yes, holograms no." She wrinkled her nose, "*I* think it's because other artificial, sapient, lifeforms have freedom of movement and thought outside of their environments. Like, you can't go outside of the Rosenante, but Commander Data could. But, I don't think that's a fair dividing line, I think any being who is self-aware and can grow and adapt should have the same rights as everyone else." She frowned, "But I guess.. since empaths and telepaths can't read you, there's no way to test your sapience." "Yeah, its a real dead worm at the bottom of the fish pile, I tells ya." Jose hopped up from the crouch he'd been at in the mock ship's corridor and Loren entered a few moments later. Shadow was always horrifically early and Loren just early. The first couple of sessions, Jose had found two young women waiting on him outside the holodeck. While he liked his women anxious, this was *duty* and *professional.* "Heyas." he greeted Loren while Shadow stood, tail wrapping around her friend's waist. (Reply Loren IYW) "Okees, so I've been tinkin' of scenerios where you guys would be in danger.. and I tink we're all three quite sicks of the planets and forests!" Jose started. Shadow's tail managed to corkscrew even though it was still around Loren's waist. "Speak for yourself marine, I like forests." (Reply Loren IYW) "Okees, okees, but dere's not always gonna be convienent branches to pick up and wack da bad guys with, or trees to climb or.. well, y'know. So I was tinkin' we should work on hand to hand combat in ship conditions. Shadow, I tinks you need to learn how we clawless and toothless do it so you're better able to think like us when yer fighting us. An, well, Loren, da better you know how to protect yerself from the enemies of your Aunt 'n' Uncle, da better everyone will be." He smiled manicly, "Tho, personally, I'd stick a phasor under your pillow an' a dagger in yer boot. But, I don'ts have authorization for 'real' weapons training. I should gets dat." He frowned. (Reply Loren IYW) Shadow unwrapped her tail to poke the marine. "Business at hand?" she reminded him. "Oh yas!" he brightened again. "Okee, so, the ship is under attack and has been invaded by da Borg. You guys were in da Arboretum.. uh, doin' whateber it is chica's do.. an' yer goal is to makes it to da bridge when is secured. Da REAL challenge is when you's meet up wif Rosey personnel to convinces dem dat you're nots a liability to be protected and coddled. Oh, and if ones of you dies, da udder continues on while da dead one starts over.. So I suggests you don't die!" Previous scenerios he'd had them both start over if one didn't pass the relevenat test, but he also liked to change the rules to keep them on their toes. Life wouldn't stay the same after all. Shadow had been nodding along, already thinking about the route from point A to point B. Though, knowing Rameriz from the various training sessions so far, he'd put obstacles in their way and require them to travel around the ship four times, under fire, before they made it to the bridge. (Reply Loren IYW) "Okees, any questions?" He asked happily. === (USS Rosenante, Engineering Technician Anderson's Quarters - ­ CEO Lt.(sg) Bird , E.T Anderson - 2354) Paul and Carol where enfolded in each others bodies as they lay on the sofa in her quarters . Paul wondered , briefly , how it was that they always seemed to end up in her quarters ~ Probably because these are more comfortable ~ .However the clinch between the two lovers was interrupted when Paul felt the ship jump to maximum warp . Carol felt both annoyed and amused as he quickly disengaged himself from her embrace , but she new what he was like , ~ and after all , isn't that part of why I'm with him ? ~ Paul was trying to apologise , and explain he needed to find out what was going on , whilst Carol was trying to explain that although not happy , she understood , both of them adjusting and putting back on their uniforms . It was as this was going on , that Paul's newly attached comm badge bleeped with a message from Rhinehart , who would be Officer On Watch . =^= Bridge To Lt. Bird =^= " Bird here , Sir . Is Everything alright up there ? " ~ Shheeeesh , He Wouldn't go to top warp for nothing ~ =^= We're on route to a distress signal , Paul , Maximum warp . We're three hours out , and your expertise might well be needed . I'll tell you more when I know more . For now , just give us all the speed you can . =^= " We'll get you there as fast as we can Sir , and be ready when we do . " =^= Understood , Rhinehart Out =^= ~ Right then , three hours to keep that promise , ~ Here he started to rub at the back of his hand , a habit he hadn't been doing for a few months now , ~ Should be interesting ~ . Carol had got herself ready and was standing at the door , " Well , tweety , are we going or are you going to stand there all day dreaming about me ? " So with grin that would of put Alice's Cheshire cat to shame , she set of for engineering , With Paul shacking his head following close behind . === (USS Rosenante, Office – Second Officer & Security/Tactical Chief, Lt. Jono Janeway – 2355) [Second Officer, Tactical & Security Chief’s Personal Log – Stardate 2408.01.21, First Mission on the Rose] [Love at first sight. This ship is amazing. The security advancements placed onto this ship are top of the line and almost makes my job as Security chief irrelevant. The teams have the rota worked out by the computer with the layout I set out. So far I have to say I am very impressed with the efficiency of the vessel and my security teams.] Jono began to pase up-and-down the office; he had just left Olen on the bridge about 45 minutes ago. For a counsellor he was doing extremely well being in command and Jono was proud of the man for coming so far. [I’ve had one or two discrepancies between the security crew, marks and tragedies left over from the civil war. The teams are mixed sides and most of the time work hormonally together but there is definitely a rift between the too crews, despite all my best efforts to make them socialize with each other. I can only lead them to the water, not make them drink unfortunately. I have however managed to keep the discrepancies concealed from the Media crew currently on-board, and the participants held in due-course to regulations and had a firm warning placed on their reports. All details of these nameless staff are in an earlier log] He stopped walking and turned to his desk and placed his hands on his neck and rubbed, it had been a long day. Mostly of bridge duty, whenever he was free he found himself on the bridge with a sidearm and ready to take action encase of emergency. He wasn’t about to let what happened to Edward happen to any of his new or old friends. He spent most of the time at his station apart from his designated bridge shifts which he spent in the central chair looking over all the status reports of the ship. [Overall the crew seem to be pulling together fairly well and several activities have spread out from the bar area to encourage the crew to mingle. I have thoroughly enjoyed my time on the Rose so far and as things continue in the enthusiastic way they have been. I’m positive that this ship will be able to continue travelling into the vast unknown and continue to explore the unexplored…] =^=Rhinehart to Rivers, Salid and Janeway,=^= he said. =^=We've just encountered a pretty disturbing distress call, I think you'd all better get up here. I've already diverted course to investigate.=^= He heard the Captain and FO respond, he quickly tapped his comm. Badge and said, “I’ll be there in a matter of moments, Olen. Hang tight.” He said smiling slightly, “Computer save and store personal log” [Log ended] He rushed out of the office and into the nearest Turbolift to make his way to the bridge, he grabbed his sidearm on the way out. === Day: 8 Stardate: 2408.01.22 (USS Rosenante – CO's Quarters – CO – Captain Susan Rivers – 0002) Susan sat on the sofa next to Leonal, legs curled underneath her, hands cupped around a mug of Idarian spiced tea. She yawned, and was about to suggest hitting the sack for the night, when her commbadge chirped. =/\=Rhinehart to Rivers, Salid and Janeway. We've just encountered a pretty disturbing distress call, I think you'd all better get up here. I've already diverted course to investigate.=/\= "On my way, Mr Rhinehart. Alert medical, engineering, science and ops. Rivers out." She sighed and drained the remnants of her drink, giving Leonal an apologetic glance as she did so. "Duty calls, love," she said, placing the mug on the coffee table near her and standing up. "Maybe you'd better ready a squad, just in case." (reply Leonal iyw) === (USS Rosenante, Bridge – Second Officer & Security/Tactical Chief, Lt. Jono Janeway – 0003) A quick yawn escaped him as he exited the Turbolift, neither the captain or first officer had made it to the bridge yet… Understandable as both of them weren’t up and ready like he had been. He marched onto the bridge and nodded to Olen, he headed for the tactical console and left him in the central chair until the CO or FO arrived. “What’s the situation, Mr Rhinehart?” He said not wanting to use Olens first name in an official capacity. (Reply Rhinehart) Jono nodded, “OK.” He looked down at his console and began running diagnostics of the tactical systems. He didn’t need to initialise the THIS… just yet. He quickly looked through the distress call and looked up as both the FO & CO walked out of the Turbolift. He nodded to them as the Captain took her seat. Giving them a few moments to look over the information he said, “Sirs, I strongly suggest we go to Yellow Alert, we don’t know what we are dealing with and I wouldn’t suggest heading into the unknown, unprepared.” He said to Rivers & Salid. === (USS Rosenante – Bridge - CO - Captain Susan Rivers - 0011) Susan and Ahmed had met at the turbolift and arrived at the Bridge together. As the doors opened she stepped out, closely followed by Ahmed, and took the command seat as Olen vacated it. Janeway was already at his station and she acknowledged him with a nod. As Ahmed reviewed the information from his chair, she did the same, saying, "Report, Mr Rhinehart." (reply Olen) As Olen finished his report, Janeway added, “Sirs, I strongly suggest we go to Yellow Alert, we don’t know what we are dealing with and I wouldn’t suggest heading into the unknown, unprepared.” Susan nodded. "Make it so, Mr Janeway." A sidelong glance at Olen showed her that he looked a little discomfited, and she wondered if he might have just realised the prudence of going to yellow alert given the situation and the fact they were only three hours away. ~Time to discuss that later,~ she thought. ~If necessary.~ "It looks like the Sky of Tomorrow was making an unscheduled stop at a Tngonian mining colony on Davros III," she said with a frown. "They were asked to divert since the mining colony hasn't been heard from in several weeks. The Sky of Tomorrow didn't make her next scheduled call two days ago. I don't think it's too great a leap of imagination to posit a connection, somehow." She tapped some commands into her display, linking in to the ops and comm systems and, using the knowledge gained during her time as OPS officer, examined the data there. "It seems that when you picked up the distress call, we were at the outer edge of the range of the relay beacon orbiting the system," she added to Olen. She tapped the fingers of her right hand on the arm of her chair in thought as she scrolled down the information available, then she looked up with a frown. "This distress signal was first transmitted three days ago," she said. "Which means that whatever happened, happened then. And whatever or whoever caused it might be waiting there, or might have moved on. Mr Janeway, red alert if you please. And I want to listen to that distress call for myself." === (USS Rosenante - Tactical Station, Bridge – Second Officer/Security & Tactical Chief, Lt. Jono Janeway – 0014) "Make it so, Mr Janeway." Susan said as she took a glance at Rhinehart. Jono nodded, “Yes, Captain.” He said in response and quickly tapped two buttons to set the ship wide status up to yellow alert. "It looks like the Sky of Tomorrow was making an unscheduled stop at a Tngonian mining colony on Davros III… They were asked to divert since the mining colony hasn't been heard from in several weeks. The Sky of Tomorrow didn't make her next scheduled call two days ago. I don't think it's too great a leap of imagination to posit a connection, somehow." Susan said as she began analysing the information she had at her command. As she did so Jono quickly gave the computer an order to signal security teams active and to send a message to Ensign Moto asking him to get to the bridge as soon as possible. "It seems that when you picked up the distress call, we were at the outer edge of the range of the relay beacon orbiting the system," Susan added, possibly speaking to Olen. "This distress signal was first transmitted three days ago," she continued. "Which means that whatever happened, happened then. And whatever or whoever caused it might be waiting there, or might have moved on. Mr Janeway, red alert if you please. And I want to listen to that distress call for myself." He nodded once again and even quicker than before changed the alert status to red. The bridge was suddenly bathed in a thick red light and Jono hit a few buttons to bring the message back up through the audio. “Message playing back, Captain.” He said just before the start. === (USS Rosenante – Personal Quarters - ACMO, Ensign Henna-star – 0015) Henna sat in her quarters reading one of her many books, trying to concentrate on the words that were on her page. As always, her mind was wondering to distant places that she could only ever dream about. Her thoughts were lost at the sound of Nissas’ voice. =^=Dr. Whetari to all medical personnel. The ship has received a distress call. We are approximately three hours out, but the nature of the call indicates that we will be seeing an unknown number of causalities. Sickbay is now on Level one alert for Alpha Team personnel, form your teams and report to your assigned positions in Sickbay. Designated on-site trauma teams – prepare for possible away team participation. Beta shift, you are on stand-by. All Alpha and Gamma Shift personnel will meet in Sickbay at 0100 for a brief meeting. Whetari out.=^= =^=Dr. Whetari to Dr. Henna-Star=^= the voice said. “Henna here. Do you have any more information about the casualties?” Henna replied, knowing that the answer was probably no, but she thought she should ask it anyway. =^=We don’t know the nature of the possible medical situations that we may face when we reach our destination, but I would like to have you in Sickbay with the Alpha and Gamma teams. Please meet me in Sickbay in 20 minutes for a briefing and strategy discussion=^= “I’ll be there as soon as possible.” and with that she stood up and left her room. === (USS Rosenante - Sciences Department - ACSO - Ensign Tuk - 0017) Alba stretched her arms above her head and twisted slightly. Her shoulders were starting to feel the strain of sitting still for too long. They were still too far out to do any serious study of the target system, but some other preliminary research could be done. Already estimates were being pulled together on how much time would be needed to survey and what equipment was going to be needed. It was all very exciting. However, you would have been hard pressed to find any excitement in the Science Department on Gamma Shift. It was quiet with everyone doing their own projects. This made it an excellent time for reading research notes. As much as she would rather have a group of people all gathered together and discussing various bits of data, she had to compromise and admit that the quiet time was time well spent too. Her moment of contemplation was interrupted by the chirp of the comm. =/\=Rhinehart to Ensign Tuk=/\= "Yes sir, how can I be of assistance?" She responded, noticing that she was slouching, she set up straight. =/\=We've just picked up a distress beacon and a mayday call. Can you start a long range sensor sweep of the beacon co-ordinates and see if there's anything out there?=/\= "Of course Sir, I'd be happy to. I'll inform you as soon as I have something to report." Already she had gotten up and moved to the appropriate station. Alba took her seat just as she realized that in actuality she didn't really need to change stations at all with the new system. ~oh well. I needed to get up and move around anyway.~ she thought with a shrug. =/\=Also, I'm wondering if there's any way you can analyse the audio stream for some clues as to what might have happened. There's some strange sounds buried in the background.=/\= ~I could do that AND bake a cake!~ She thought with a slight smile to herself. "If you'll have communications transfer the message to Sciences, I'll start to work on that, Sir." =/\=Okay, thanks. Be warned though, it's pretty grisly stuff. Rhinehart out.=/\= His words of warning had her concerned. Up until he'd said that, she'd assumed it was a text book standard distress call. Ship broken; come help us kind of thing. Alba hadn't had tons of experience with distress calls, but was relatively certain that you putting the word grisly in the description didn't bode well for things. In short order she had the necessary information to begin the requested sensor sweep as well as the distress message. Alba set about her assigned tasks immediately. === (USS Rosenante – Bridge – a3O/COUNS – Lt Olen Rhinehart – 0021) Rhinehart breathed a soft sigh of relief when Jono marched out of the turbolift, yawning. The dark-haired tactical chief made a beeline for his console. “What's the situation, Mr Rhinehart,” he said, from his position at Rhinehart's left shoulder. “We don't know much more than I've already told you, sir,” he replied. “When the captain and Lt Cdr Salid get here, we'll replay the message. You can draw your own conclusions.” He nodded in reply. “OK,” he said. “Captain on the bridge!” came the cry just moments later, as Rivers and Salid strode out of the turbolift. Rhinehart leapt out of the command chair as if he'd been stung, almost embarrassingly quickly. The unsettling distress signal was still repeating itself in his mind, and the visual accompaniment cooked up by his imagination was sending his mood further and further south. He smoothed the front of his tunic in an attempt to mask his discomfort as the captain strode between the sleek, angular tactical and security consoles and down the two shallow steps into the recessed command area. When she was seated, he took his more customary position at her left hand. “Report, Mr Rhinehart,” said the captain as she reviewed the ship's logs with practised ease. He cast one quick glance back at Jono, then took a deep breath before beginning. “Mr Gibson reported the distress call intercept at 2357 hours, Captain. Upon hearing the nature of the call, I ordered an immediate diversion of course at maximum warp, ETA is 0300. Starfleet Command was notified immediately of our discovery. As we speak, sciences are conducting long range sensor sweeps, and simultaneously working on an analysis of the audio stream itself. Sickbay is at full alert, and engineering and ops are both at standby.” He paused and drew another breath, before shutting his mouth. He couldn't think of anything else to add. “Sirs, I strongly suggest we go to Yellow Alert,” interjected Janeway. “We don’t know what we are dealing with and I wouldn’t suggest heading into the unknown, unprepared.” The captain nodded. “Make it so, Mr Janeway.” Rhinehart winced, and then winced harder when he realised the captain was watching him. He should probably have thought of that. "It looks like the Sky of Tomorrow was making an unscheduled stop at a Tngonian mining colony on Davros III," Rivers said, with a frown. "They were asked to divert since the mining colony hasn't been heard from in several weeks. The Sky of Tomorrow didn't make her next scheduled call two days ago. I don't think it's too great a leap of imagination to posit a connection, somehow." He nodded, slowly breaking out of the shell of the nervous third officer like a hibernating bear shaking snow off its coat, and easing himself gently into the warm, familiar waters of the objective observer. "This distress signal was first transmitted three days ago," she said. "Which means that whatever happened, happened then. And whatever or whoever caused it might be waiting there, or might have moved on. Mr Janeway, red alert if you please. And I want to listen to that distress call for myself." Rhinehart braced himself for another helping of Captain Jason Carter's blood-curdling demise. He watched the captain's face carefully as the distress call unwound. Again he found himself wondering at the strange noises buried in the signal, and at the answer to the natural question – who was making them? “Are there any reports of criminal activity in the area?” he wondered aloud as the shrieks gave way to silence. “Rogue traders, political agitators? It might be that this is some kind of orchestrated campaign by a known entity.” === (USS Rosenante – Deck 11 – Civilian Quarters – Ashes of Ivor Prime – Chairperson-Elect Dr Laura Schell – 0103) She stretched luxuriantly on the narrow bunk, the coverlet in an uproar around her, taking advantage of her new-found space. Her bare skin tingled under the beads of cooling moisture, and she smiled up at the stars, distant and benevolent beyond the viewport, her mind serene, her head clear – for once. “Next time we'll have to do this at my place. VIP quarters, don't-cha know,” she called, with uncharacteristic levity. “I can drop Hannah off with the crčche. A night here and there won't hurt. She loves it there anyway.” The final confirmation of her husband's death had been a strangely emotionless moment for Laura Schell, and it had come as a shock for her to realise that she had closed that mental book long ago. The fact that it had been her decision that had cost her his life barely registered – better, after all, to die in a dreamless void than to be adulterated at the cold, dead hands of the Borg. But though Max's death had been anticipated, and the mourning long since done, she had not felt able to seek solace with another while his end was still in question. A grunt of reply drifted from the restroom. The sound of his long ablution rolled back to her, and brought her a strange sense of familiar comfort. So long she had spent in that lonely limbo, waiting for word of Maximillien's return from the void, that it seemed she had forgotten the woman she used to be. It was what he would have wanted, she felt sure – for her to be happy. And right now, she felt drunk with joy, although in truth the fine Altarian malt bore as much responsibility as did her emotions. “It's got a king-size beeeed,” she sang at the bathroom. “Or should that be a Galaxy-class bed?” she added to herself, breaking into a well-lubricated chuckle at the thought. She turned to the nightstand, and groped for the bottle, her smile inverting when she saw the mere dribble of amber fluid in one corner. “Oh poop,” she muttered, sourly clattering it back down. She rolled back again with a sigh, loose-limbed, and held her slender hand between her face and the viewport, fingers splayed, marvelling at the way the cold silver-blue starlight limned the digits. The bare flesh of her body was cool white and blue, sweat-dry and puckering to goose-flesh. For a moment, she lay perfectly still, suddenly imagining herself a marble statue, the passionate imagining of some renaissance sculptor, seeking her tirelessly over weeks and months within a ten-ton block of solid metamorphic mineral. She wondered what he would name her when he found her. Her reverie was interrupted when the desk terminal suddenly let out a chirp. Her languorous limpidity was forgotten in a heartbeat and she angled off the bunk with a sharp, rare cry of girlish joy. “I'll get it!” she called. FNN correspondent Hal Stanza, the much-vaunted Face of the Federation, now stood bare-chested, his trademark coif a riot of angles, as he poked his head around his bathroom door. Laura punched the terminal to life, and read greedily. She had found the glamour of his career as intoxicating as the alcohol, as they had shared those half-dozen or so drinks in the Trade Winds, not to mention the bottle of the good stuff he'd produced not thirty seconds after they'd tumbled half-dressed through the door. But what she read now wasn't appealing to her sense of glamour, and it sure as hell wasn't intoxicating; no, it was anything but. All of a sudden, the clarity of her mind was gone, and a pulsing, pounding throb began to beat against her skull from the inside. “They've changed course,” she snarled. “I don't f***ing believe this, those Federation b***ards. They're doing me, Hal. They're doing me again.” The bathroom door head wore a quizzical expression. “What are you talking about?” he asked. She turned back to the terminal screen. “'Thought you would like to know,” she read aloud, building rage tightening her voice. “Ship has altered course as of midnight. New heading – distress call. No details as yet but word is it's pretty violent. I'll contact you during beta shift with more. Deep background only, as usual. Yours, DR.'” She frowned, turning back to Hal. “Who's DR? A doctor?” “Don't know,” he said. “It stands for 'Dead Reckoning'. Haven't met him, yet. Or her.” He shrugged. “It's pretty much SOP in cases like this, Laura. The first ship to pick up the call usually has to respond.” The head disappeared again. “Sounds like some good copy, though. Davok'll love it.” He started whistling a cheerful tune as she heard him lathering to shave. Clearly he intended to get right to work. She glowered at the empty space left in the bathroom doorway, any and all thoughts of affection evaporating like spit on a blast-plate. She whirled away suddenly, collecting the clothes that lay strewn across the floor. “I've got to go,” she spat as she moved. She straightened, tucking an errant strand of hair away behind an ear, clutching a bundle of clothes to her narrow chest. “Okay,” said Hal breezily. “Call me, 'kay?” She dropped to the bed and began dressing herself in quick, clipped movements, wondering how composed that smarmy little captain would be when she opened her mouth this time. She stood, taking one, long, slow breath in and then out. Then, she stalked out of Hal's quarters without another word. “Bye, then,” he called as the door whisked shut behind her. === (USS Rosenante – Bridge - CO - Captain Susan Rivers - 0300) As they approached the Davros system, Susan had ordered full scans, including tachyon signals. As the results came in, it was evident that there were no ships visible, excepting the Sky of Tomorrow. Which as they all knew, didn't mean there were no cloaked ships in the area. There were no lifesigns on the cargo vessel, and equally disturbing, no lifesigns coming from the colony either. "That colony was 1200 strong," Susan said. She couldn't get the sounds from the distress call out of her mind, and she was sure that everyone else who'd heard it felt the same. "Mr Janeway, ready an away team to board the Sky of Tomorrow, see what you can find. Take a detachment of marines as well as security, science, engineering and medical. We don't know what happened there, or what may have caused it." === (USS Rosenante, Bridge – Second Officer/Security & Tactical Chief, Lt. Jono Janeway – 0302) They approached the Davros system and it immediately became clear something was wrong. The Sky of Tomorrow was the only ship visible and after the initial scans came back everyone was decidedly on edge. ~No lifesigns?~ "That colony was 1200 strong," Susan said. She quickly made her mind up and spoke once again "Mr Janeway, ready an away team to board the Sky of Tomorrow, see what you can find. Take a detachment of marines as well as security, science, engineering and medical. We don't know what happened there, or what may have caused it." “Will do, Captain.” He stepped back from his console and looked around the bridge, “Mr. Moto ready one security squad to be assembled in Transporter Room 1, in 10 minutes.” (Reply Moto) He walked to the Turbolift and as he entered it he looked back and nodded to the officers on the bridge. He tapped his comm. Badge as the door closed and said, “Lt. Janeway to Ensign Tuk, Please meet myself and the away team in transporter room 1, 10 minutes. You will be given your orders there.” (Reply Tuk) Once speaking with Ensign Tuk he tapped his comm. Badge again and said, “Lt. Janeway to Lt. Bird. Paul your expertise may be needed. I need you on the away team, be in the transporter room 1, 10 minutes.” (Reply Bird) “Lt. Janeway to Lt. Whetari, We’re taking an away team across to the Sky of Tomorrow. We’re not sure what casualties we’ll find. I would appreciate anyone you could spare.” (Reply Whetari) With medical sorted Jono had one more call to make before stopping off and grabbing his security gear. “Lt. Janeway to Lt. Colonel Drizzt, Please have a marine squad ready to accompany the away team. We leave in 10 minutes, Transporter room 1.” === (USS Rosenante – Bridge - FO - Lt. Cmdr. Ahmed Ibn Salid - 0305) "That colony was 1200 strong," Susan said. She couldn't get the sounds from the distress call out of her mind, and she was sure that everyone else who'd heard it felt the same. "Mr. Janeway, ready an away team to board the Sky of Tomorrow, see what you can find. Take a detachment of marines as well as security, science, engineering and medical. We don't know what happened there, or what may have caused it." The captain ordered "Also keep in mind I'm not showing any signs that the ship was attacked by an outside force. The scans do indicate that there is minor localized damage to a couple of the engineering subsystems, so stay on your toes." Ahmed added. Ahmed swiveled in his seat. "Operations, I want you to monitor the away team diligently, maintain a transporter lock at all times. At the first sign of trouble, be prepared to pull them back." (reply Operations) "Jono, Tngonian is a pretty valuable cargo. If this was a raider, I'd find it likely that the cargo missing. Sensors lead me to believe it's in place, but I'd like you to visually verify that once your over there." (reply Jono iyw) Once Janeway left the bridge, calling his away team members to join him, Ahmed turned to the Captain. "With your permission, I'd like to borrow mister Rhinehart to give me a hand sorting through the crew roster of this ship as well as any prominent members of the Colony. We might find a clue buried there. I'd also like to review the mining facility and colony layout, to be better prepared." "It may also give us the ability to formulate a plan about what we may need to do." === Authors: Hanspeter Bosshard Jono Bradley Paul Foden Liz Geuken Daniel Greene Ruby Greene Sal Hammond Sheila Mayer Rebecca Thomas __________ NOD32 2873 (20080213) Information __________ This message was checked by NOD32 antivirus system. http://www.eset.com