Compile#3 May 18-24 Part 1 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Letters of Marques Day: 1 Stardate: 2408.02.16 Compile Summary ( U.S.S. Rosenante - Main Engineering - CEO's Office - CEO - Lt. Bird - 0950) (USS Rosenante, FO's Office - Lieutenant Michelle to Twinpoints - 10.38) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- Lieutenant Michelle to Twinpoints -1100.7) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – ATAC Ensign V'Shera (jg) – 1103) ( U.S.S. Rosenante - Observation Lounge - CEO - Lt. Bird - 1103.5) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1112) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge, ATAC Ensign V'Shera (jg) – 1115) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1121) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - SCPO Phil Sheridan - 1122) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge– aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen - 1122.5) (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge - FO - Lt. Jono Janeway - 1123) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1123.5) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1124) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen - 1125) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- Lieutenant Michelle to Twinpoints -1125.5) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1126) (USS Rosenante, Captain's Ready Room - Lieutenant Michelle to Twinpoints - 1259) (USS Rosenante – MCO’s Office – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1300) (USS Rosenante – MCO’s Office – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1300.5) (USS Rosenante- Captain's Ready Room - Lieutenant Michelle to Twinpoints -1301) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1302) (USS Rosenante - Deck 10, SickBay 1 - Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1522) (USS Rosenante - Deck 10, Sickbay 1 - EMH - 1522.5) (USS Rosenante - Deck 10, Sickbay 1 - Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1524) (USS Rosenante - Deck 10, Counselling Department - Lieutenant Michelle to Twinpoints - 1524.5) (USS Rosenante - Deck 10, Medical Bay 1 - Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1525) (USS Rosenante – Ten Forward– CONN- Lieutenant Dralar- 1800) (USS Rosenante – Ten Forward – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen - 1810) (USS Rosenante – Ten Forward– CONN- Lieutenant Dralar- 1812) --------------------------------------------------------------------- ( U.S.S. Rosenante - Main Engineering - CEO's Office - CEO - Lt. Bird - 0950) =^= There is a meeting at 1100 hours today . I'd like you both to do full tests on the ships stealth systems and make sure they are in perfect working order . You will be required to produce a report on these systems at the meeting . Understood ? =^= " Understood Sir , we'll be ready for 1100. " ~ Hmmm , sudden high warp and now an interest in the stealth system ? these should be interesting . ~ Paul turned to Matrix as he spoke "You've got me on this one Paul . I have no idea what's going on . " With a little chuckle Paul replied " Well, Steve , that makes two of us , we'll just have to wait and find out at the meeting I guess . " " I guess my questions will have to wait . I'll get started n the stealth simulation tests and status report . " " Very good , if we do this right we should be finished by the dead line , let's just hope everything is fine . " --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, FO's Office - Lieutenant Michelle to Twinpoints - 10.38)   He repeated what he said to Sheridan earlier on in the day, "A pleasure to meet you. Sit down if you would." He said pointing to a chair. "Thank you, sir." Michelle said, taking the nearer of the two chairs on the guest side of the desk. She could only wonder if the handsome young first officer was going to keep pacing the office. He scented worried about something but also a dash of relieved. "You've come onto the ship at a most fortuitous time." He told her "We are in need of a Chief Counsellor while we wait for Starfleet to assign us one. Ensign Trent at the moment is the only counsellor on-board and is relatively new to her field. She seems to be finding it tough to hold the department together with lack of leadership experience. If you're willing I'd like to assign you as Acting Chief of Counselling? You may want to speak with Ensign Trent after the staff meeting which I would advise you attend."   Michelle blinked, a little startled to be thrown in the deep end so quickly, but tail looped in amusement shortly thereafter. She'd run counselling departments before, and spirits knew she'd probably play patch in again after this. Counsellors weren't exactly getting long stays on any ships right now as they were shuffled through the fleet. "I'd be honoured to pitch in how I can, Lieutenant. I think I can remember what it was like to find one's self the department chief by default without the training or experience." She doubted, however, that Ensign Trent had pitched a begging session at the CO to 'Please, for the love of sanity, get a superior in here!' But then, she'd been a very junior and very new counsellor. Counsellors, by nature, tended to stand off to one side, not choosing to lead or follow but to fill in as necessary and observe. Not many chose the paths of command by choice, most got dragged in by their tail. Michelle would be the first to admit she'd rather live without the hassle and bureaucracy, but she also wouldn't leave someone fallow when she could help them seed. She had the sudden impression that Lieutenant Janeway was rather new to his position and hadn't yet guided many of these interviews along. "What can I tell you?" She asked, trying not to seem pushy. (Reply Janeway) (Posted by Lorna) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- Lieutenant Michelle to Twinpoints - 1100.7)   Turning, Josh smiled at the newcomer.  "Hi, I'm Josh Caskie, Chief Medical Officer.  Pleased to meet you." Michelle was startled to be welcomed so soon, but she supposed she shouldn't be. Those in blue tended to be more social than work orientated. Well, both. Or something. She smiled happily to the doctor, "An honour, I look forward to working with you." (Reply Caskie, if time ;) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – ATAC Ensign V'Shera (jg) – 1103) Captain Salid said, "We were just beginning our briefing, Ensign. Please take a seat." V'Shera nodded and took the nearest unoccupied chair. ~This is an excellent way of getting to know the ship's key personnel.~ Over the next thirty minutes or so V'Shera learned about the kidnapped of Meldovian Prince by Orion slavers, the political of ramifications his abduction and the Rose's covert three week mission to affect an undercover rescue of him. The prospect that she would be a vital part in Prince Khamel's rescue was indeed a daunting one. However as V'Shera listened to her fellow officers talk about the Orion slavers, she marveled at the good intelligence that each officer brought to the picture of what rescuing Khamal Angkor would entail. ~Good intelligence is always an excellent beginning to any logical course of action, especially when the goals are peace and order. On Vulcan we have learned that many centuries ago. It is my duty as a Starfleet officer to aid all other Federation races to achieve that same ends. I only hope that I too can be a positive factor in the Meldovian Prince's rescue, ~ V told herself in silent dedication to the mission. ~It would crime against peace and logic to see an interplanetary war that had already raged for four centuries begin again. This continued war would kill many untold billions more before the desire for sanity and peace would again resurface in the minds of the both combatant races.~ ~The fact that the Meldovians and Arturians had permitted so illogical a war to rage for decades is a sad testimony to failure of logic on both sides. I must do what I can help the cause of peace, order and logic to prevail when both races are finally so close to the verge of interplanetary sanity.~ ~I will not fail them as I failed myself in attaining Kolinr,~ vowed V'Shera. (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- ( U.S.S. Rosenante - Observation Lounge - CEO - Lt. Bird - 1103.5) Paul chuckled very slightly as the latest crew member entered , as it was a few minutes late , but they had not been the only ones not to be on time . ~ Ahmed's going to have a few words with people later I expect .~ With no more interruptions , the captain finally began the briefing . " This morning I received a communication from Admiral Talbot of Star Fleet Command with orders. Two days ago a peace delegation from Meldovia bound for Arturia was attacked by Orion Pirates......" Paul blanched under his beard at the very mention of the pirates ~ Oh my god no , not the Devils children ! ~. He only partially listened to the meeting as his mind raced . Being brought up on board a cargo transport he had heard many tails of the evils of the ' devils ' , and even experienced a few of his own . The fear and the hatred of them amongst the civilian transporters had led to their name being such a curse that to say it out allowed was to bring bad luck upon your ship and so they were called the Devil's children . NRPG : think of actors and ' Macbeth ' , which they call the ' The Scottish Play ' . RPG ; - The legend was that when the gods made all the races of the universe , including the Ferengi , the Devil was jealous and wanted his own people and so the Orions were created . Still Paul was partially listening and so was ready when the captain asked him " Mister Bird , How are our stealth systems looking ? " He stood and after a quick glance at Matrix replied . " They are in perfect condition Sir , and three weeks operation should prove no real problem ." Paul sat down at a nod from the captain as the meeting continued . Paul was fascinated as Raschen took the floor , ~ Here's someone who knows the devil's better than I do ~.Paul held of speaking at the Rashen's questions session , preferring to speak at the end . As the meeting did come to an end and the captain called for any other questions Paul chose to speak . " Its not a question but a statement . As many of you know I grew up on a Cargo transport and as such have had some experience with these people ~ still can't say their name ~, but obviously not as much as some " , here he turned to Raschen and acknowledged him . " I also know my way around , shall we say the less salubrious of bases and trading ports . so if I can help there . " Paul finished and sat down . ( Reply Any ) ( Posted by Paul ) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1112) Ahmed then turned to Doctor Caskie. She had been an excellent officer and he knew that he could rely on her to perform well under stress. "Doctor, It is my understanding that the Meldovian delegation has agreed to turn over the prince's medical records to you. I'd like for you to review them and determine if there are likely any complications that we will need to be aware of. Additionally I'd like for you and your crew to be prepared to handle injuries that may arise among any of the Cartenians in the delegation." Josh simply nodded her reply. Not being one for a great deal of small talk Josh made the requisite notes on her padd about the prince's medical records and fired of a request to SF Medical about Cartenian medical History. That done she simply listened to the rest of the briefing. No reply needed (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge, ATAC Ensign V'Shera (jg) – 1115) After Captain Salid's extremely lucid briefing, V understood why the Rose's crew had been selected for Prince Angkor's rescue and why the UFP couldn't be implicated in his extraction if their efforts failed. Before dismissing the convened briefing Captain Salid addressed Officer Sullivan and V directly, "I'd like you two put together a few tactical plans for handling multiple Orion vessels at once should it come down to it. Have Ensign V'Shera assist you. "Affirmative, Sir," V'Shera said, "I'm looking forward to it." (Reply Ahmed ibn Salid, T'Larah Sullivan, Any) It was at this point Captain Salid turned over the rest of the briefing to ACSEC Chance Raschen, who then preceded to give an utter chilling picture of pirate and slave life on Barakos IV. Barakos IV, was one the capitols of the Orion slave trade and, according to Star Fleet intelligence, where Prince Khamal Angkor was now being detained. As she heard Ensign Chance's Barakos IV briefing a shudder of real, non-Vulcan horror raced up and down V'Shera's rail straight spine. ~ Barakos IV, was not a good place to stealth into and worse place to be discovered, trapped and enslaved in!~ V'Shera vowed that she was going all that was in her considerable power to rescue the Meldovian Prince and bring those who were responsible for his enslavement to legal justice. Listening with eager and rapt attention now, V'Shera was logically determined to get every bit of data she could to support her crew's desperate effort to save Prince Angkor and the hope of peace he represented to Meldovia and Arturia. After the meeting was concluded, V'Shera was more than willing to meet with Captain Salid at 1400, as requested. V'Shera quickly fell in behind Officer Sullivan as she departed. (Reply Sullivan, Captain Salid, Any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1121) While Ro' waited for her opportunity to make her request for the meqleH, the new aCSO Ensign Raschen beckoned her over to where he was talking with the first officer. “How many personnel from security do you want on your teams so I can get them together?” Raschen asked Janeway and herself. (Reply Janeway) "Five others besides myself would be most agreeable." Ro' told him, "but they must be veterans for something like this." “I’ll get them ready sirs. May I recommend that we add a few marines into the mix as well sirs; preferably an experienced officer and one seasoned senior NCO at the least.” (Reply Janeway) Ro' merely nodded, he was after all her boss and perfectly entitled to add whoever he wished to the mix, as long as they didn't get under her feet they would all get along just fine. (Reply Raschen IYW, Janeway, any) (Posted by Sal) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - SCPO Phil Sheridan - 1122) Phil sat as far away from the CO and FO as possible,. He felt nervous around brass. With the exception of Lt Tom Jackson, he had not always experienced positive outcomes with commissioned officers. Team assignments were then distributed. Sheridan scanned the lists. Final assignments were pending. ~Oh great another cluster ****~ Phil thought. The teams would be using gear that hopefully would not tie them to Starfleet. Phil hadn't done much cloak and dagger. "sir, I'll scan the databases for authentic communication devices" Sheridan added. (reply: Jono/anyone) Phil Sheridan stood and allowed the officers to leave and then followed suit. (Reply: any) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge– aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen - 1122.5) Chance felt that he gave a good rundown about the way Pirates moved around and operated; once he was finished and asked for questions, LT. Janeway was the only one with a question. "Mister Raschen you mentioned that if something isn’t agreed upon within a vote the person who disagrees can challenge the opposition into some sort of spar? Is that government only or is it open to the general pirating public?" “That is with anything sir. In fact the ruling council designated areas solely for such duels where the general public can watch. And I reiterate sir; that there is no such thing as a ‘friendly fight’ unless both parties are drunk, all duels are to the death sir.” Once the Q&A portion for Raschen’s part of the meeting was done, T'Larah took over. After she was finished the skipper started speaking again; and why not, it was his meeting after all. "Mister Janeway will be leading one of the away teams when we reach Barakos IV, Mister Ro'Dal will be heading the other. Jono has some assignments and information to distribute." And then turned and nodded to his FO. "The floor is yours." "OK. I'm not going to bore you all by going over everything which has already been said by Ensign Smith and Lt. Sullivan, Needless to say this operation is one of secrecy and diplomacy. Like Captain Salid said I myself will be leading one away team while Lt. Ro'Dal will be leading the second away team. Teams are still be finalized but you will be notified nearer the time." Janeway went on to talk about the Non-Standard Starfleet Weaponry that they will be carrying while on the planets surface or wherever they may be sent throughout the course of the mission; security of the weapons while on-board the Rose; and that the weapons will be signed in and out depending on the assignment; he pointed out that each person will carry the same weapon; and then said something about how more experienced folks will get more complicated weapons, which didn’t make much sense to Chance. "Ensign Raschen I'd like you to make sure everyone in this room is up-to-date on how to use the weapons assigned to them before the Arbiter and his delegation come aboard." Jono had instructed Chance. “That’s no problem sir, but if I may; I recommend that we keep to disruptors, phasers, blades, and grenades. The K.I.S.S. method is usually best when it comes to weapons sir.” Jono then changed the subject slightly "When we are down on away missions we will quite obviously not be in any recognizable Starfleet or Federation uniforms, nor will we be carrying any recognizable Starfleet or Federation equipment with us. On that note Ensign Smith I need you or Mr. Sheridan to siphon through the databases and find/replicate several authentic communication devices which are non-Starfleet design. If need be I'd like Lt. Bird and his engineering teams to help you modify any to make them as similar as you can too what these Pirates would normal use. Perhaps Ensign Raschen can provide you with some designs." Nodding his head toward the FO, Chance turned toward Smith, Sheridan, and Bird “Simple enough, we’ll want either wrist communicators or something you can carry in a pocket.” (Reply Smith, Sheridan, and Bird) Jono quickly walked around the table passing out PADDs to all. "On these PADDs you'll find clothing designs and replication files for thus clothing. I've selected several garments for use on the away mission. Keep in mind we are meant to be keeping a relatively low profile, so your clothing should represent that." Raising his hand ~This guy is going to shoot me if I don’t shut the hell up~ “Sir, I suggest that whatever y’all wear it be comfortable, sturdy, not to flashy, and you like the way it looks on you, and ladies be careful about how you accentuate your ‘womanly charms’ shall we say.” Then Raschen looked back at the FO “My apologies sir.” (Reply any iyw) After that the skipper named LT. Smith the new aMCO and something about ‘utilizing the Holographic Marine Program on an experimental basis’ and that its program was not to be tampered with. Salid then went on about when he wanted status reports and the like to the FO by noon. As the meeting did come to an end and the captain called for any other questions and Paul chose to speak. “It’s not a question but a statement. As many of you know I grew up on a Cargo transport and as such have had some experience with these people, but obviously not as much as some " , here he turned to Raschen and acknowledged him . "I also know my way around, shall we say the less salubrious of bases and trading ports. So if I can help there“, Paul finished and sat down. Chance smiled broadly at the big man and simply said “Well sir, I’m glad I’m not the only one. OH!” Raschen exclaimed “I forgot to mention that on pirate vessels the only ones that have ‘rank’ per-say are the captain and the chief or chief engineer. Everyone else simply holds a position.” After being dismissed by the ol’ man, everyone seemingly stood up slowly and lingered around like they had questions they didn’t wish to ask in front of everyone else. Chance only had one question and it wasn’t for the captain, but rather Jono and Ro’Dal. Once he had gotten the two together he asked them “How many personnel from security do you want on your teams so I can get them together?” (Reply Janeway, Ro’Dal) “I’ll get them ready sirs. May I recommend that we add a few marines into the mix as well sirs; preferably an experienced officer and one seasoned senior NCO at the least.” (Reply Janeway, Ro’Dal) (Reply all mentioned, any who wish) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge - FO - Lt. Jono Janeway - 1123) “How many personnel from security do you want on your teams so I can get them together?” Raschen asked Janeway and Ro'Dal. Jono made a quick side glance at the Security officer, he trusted Ro'Dal far more than the new aCEO however he did seem to be trying. Jono thought for a moment before pulling out a padd, he continued to work on it while speaking with Raschen. "Please remember Ensign, that we are going to be trying to avoid attention upon ourselves. So unless you say otherwise I will be looking for a small team, perhaps 4 or 5 security personnel." He handed the padd he had been working on to Raschen, "Since you have only just become Chief of Security, I am aware you probably wont know your teams strenghts and weaknesses. For this particular mission I'd like you to choose these staff for our teams. I'm sure Lt. Ro'Dal will concur that these members are probably better suited for this mission." (Reply Raschen IYW) "Five others besides myself would be most agreeable." Ro' told him, "but they must be veterans for something like this." Ro'Dal said. Jono nodded. “I’ll get them ready sirs. May I recommend that we add a few marines into the mix as well sirs; preferably an experienced officer and one seasoned senior NCO at the least.” Raschen said. Jono smiled slightly. "Speak with Lt. Smith, see what he can cook up. Maybe 3 marines in each away team would be preferable. Not too many, they should be heavily but covertly armed. As the security members should be." (Reply Raschen, Roidal IYW) Jono noticed Ro'Dal nodding. (Reply Raschen, Ro'Dal) (Posted by Jono) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1123.5) Learning of her assignment Ro'Dal listened intently to the first officer. He inserted an isolinear chip into the console and tapped a couple of the buttons causing the screen at the front of the room to light up with images of weapons and informed them that most of them were non-standard starfleet weapons, and that is what they'd be carrying while on Bakros V. While onboard the Rosenante they would be held under high-security and would require signing out and in, depending on assignment. "To keep up appearences you will be given the same weapon for every mission. Just encase we run into the same people twice we don't want anyone suspicious of us. I've created a list out of those here which I believe to have the most experience with weaponary. The more experienced you are the more difficult of weapon you may be asked to operate. The less experience you are you may be provided with a side-arm of Federation or Starfleet make; however much older than the ones you are used to operating." Janeway went on to assign Ensign Raschen to make sure everyone in the room is up-to-date on how to use the weapons assigned to them before the Arbiter and his delegation came aboard, and then tapped a couple more buttons. Images of clothing appeared and Ro' looked them over with fascination. After ordering Ensign Smith or Sheridan to find suitable authentic communication devices of non-starfleet design. Jono passed out some PADDs with clothing designs and replication files, stating he'd selected several garments for use on the away mission. When the FO was done, after more words from the Captain the meeting quickly came to an end but as the others filed out of the room, she hung back, and when the opportunity arose she stepped forward and made a request. "Sir, with permission I would like to replicate a bladed weapon, I think it would fit in nicely with my persona as a pirate if I carried a meqeH. I have some experience with the weapon and would spend off duty time refreshing that knowledge and deepening my skills." (reply FO or CO) NRPG: I'm hoping she will get permission. RPGL With a slight bow and a 'thank you for your time', Ro'Dal turned and headed out of the lounge to get some lunch, look over the information the FO had given them all to read. (Reply any/all) (Posted by Sal) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1124) "Mister Sullivan, what is the tactical assessment of Orion star ship design? What are we likely to encounter and what do we need to be wary of?" Ahmed asked. What followed was the detailed and excellently presented simulation and tactical assessment that Ahmed had come to expect from T'Larah. Ahmed's mind was already working on maneuvers and counter maneuvers should they encounter an Orion vessel. As he mulled this over, the Akira class vessel in the simulation exploded in a simulated fireball and the simulation came to an end. Sullivan concluded her presentation with, "The Orions have been this way for over 100 standard years, probably longer, so they can make nearly impossible things work. They can and do employ pack tactics to take down larger vessels. Their amalgam designs are their strength and their weakness as well. There may be individual pieces that with knowledge of them we may be able to use them to our advantage. Expect heavy 'borrowing' from races such as Klingons, the Breen and even with our recent civil war the Orions may have been able to salvage from wrecks and deadlined vessels. Looking into local salvage yards close to Orion space may yield knowledge of what they are using for parts, but would take too long to be worth the effort." ~That's a shame.~ Ahmed thought, ~it could be useful information.~ "I'd like for you to put together a few tactical plans for handling multiple Orion vessels at once should it come down to it. Have Ensign V'Shera assist you." Ahmed added after absorbing the information as presented. One Orion ship probably didn't pose too much of a threat against the Larger and more powerful Rosenante, but a wolf pack could be of serious concern. "Absolutely, Sir we will have multiple contingencies. Ensign we should speak in the Tactical office after the meeting." "Affirmative, Sir," V'Shera said, "I'm looking forward to it." Ahmed, with thoughts of fighting of Orion Pirates on his mind then turned to the new Acting Security Chief. (reply None) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen - 1125) Raschen still didn’t understand why he’d been made security chief over Ro’Dal, but figured it was above his pay grade and so he wouldn’t worry about it. He had the job, so he might as well do the best he could. Jono made a quick side glance at the Security officer before pulling out a padd and start to work on it while speaking with Raschen. "Please remember Ensign that we are going to be trying to avoid attention upon ourselves. So unless you say otherwise I will be looking for a small team, perhaps 4 or 5 security personnel." The FO handed the padd he had been working on to Raschen, "Since you have only just become Chief of Security, I am aware you probably won’t know your team’s strengths and weaknesses. For this particular mission I'd like you to choose these staff for our teams. I'm sure Lt. Ro'Dal will concur that these members are probably better suited for this mission." Chance understood that for the trip to the surface of Barakos IV the two team leaders would want people they knew and trusted, and was grateful that they had agreed on a list of names of security personnel for the mission; but that still didn’t stop the feelings frustration from starting to set in. "Five others besides myself would be most agreeable." Ro' told him, "but they must be veterans for something like this." Ro'Dal said. Jono nodded. “I’ll get them ready sirs. May I recommend that we add a few marines into the mix as well sirs; preferably an experienced officer and one seasoned senior NCO at the least.” Raschen said. Jono smiled slightly. "Speak with Lt. Smith; see what he can cook up. Maybe 3 marines in each away team would be preferable. Not too many, they should be heavily but covertly armed. As the security members should be." “I’ll get with him early this afternoon at the latest sir. Now if you’ll excuse me…” as he nodded toward each of them before departing. (Reply Janeway iyw, Ro’Dal iyw,) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- Lieutenant Michelle to Twinpoints -1125.5) Michelle had been trying to figure out why her old friend Jose Rameriz was sitting at the meeting table with everyone else. Last she'd heard he'd been bounced from the Boudicca and sent to the Spectre. What was he doing on the Rosenante? And what in the name of the earth spirits was he doing sitting in on a senior officer meeting? The man was neither senior nor an officer! As time went on the conversation around her and orders from the Captain revealed that this Rameriz was a hologram off the original. ~Who's insane idea was that??~ Michelle could only wonder, ears twitching in amazement. It wasn't that she didn't love Rameriz and all his quirks, he was probably her bestest and oldest friend, but .. well, there were better marines they could have used for the test pattern! Wrenching her mind back to the mission she'd been called on, it seemed they were off to battle with Orions. She tried to hide her shudder at the mention of them and smoothed down her tail almost neurotically. It was Orions that had killed her. One of their city ships, bristling with weapons and breathing destruction. She noticed the chief engineer didn't seem much happier about their assignment of dealing with the soulless beings. To be fair, not all Orions were evil, just those in power. Enough tales came to the Federation from refugees. She wondered what she would be doing, she doubted that the Captain would put an avowed pacifist in the midst of things. She should probably offer herself up as ship's purser or something if they needed to deal with money and goods. She certainly had the experience, and the rank the quartermaster didn't. She made careful notes of all that was said and suggested, though many of the technological concepts were way above her head. She could program breakfast and fly a shuttle in basic circumstance. She certainly couldn't fix a replicator or said shuttle! She was more than happy to leave that up to the experts. As the mission broke up, she eyed Rameriz. He gave her a weak smile, didn't quite run for the door and dematerialized. Michelle sighed, she'd catch up with HIM later. She had a meeting with the Captain to prepare for first! (Reply any/all) (Posted by Lorna) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1126) "Sir, with permission I would like to replicate a bladed weapon, I think it would fit in nicely with my persona as a pirate if I carried a meqeH. I have some experience with the weapon and would spend off duty time refreshing that knowledge and deepening my skills." Lieutenant Ro'Dal requested. Ahmed nodded, he completely agreed with the assessment. "That's agreeable. I have no objections considering the circumstances, but remember those weapons are last resort. I leave it to you and Mister Janeway to approve or disapprove similar requests from members of your away team." he replied. Ro'Dal made a slight bow in acknowledgment and then departed. (reply none) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Captain's Ready Room - Lieutenant Michelle to Twinpoints - 1259) As Michelle rang the chime to the Captain's ready room and stepped in as the door opened, she had to reflect on how many Captains and commanding officers she'd presented herself to over her career. She felt decades older than she was. "Sir," she said, with a graceful nod. She didn't think Captain Salid was the type who liked salutes and formality at every turn when respect was more than enough. She knew his rank and position, he knew his rank and position, neither needed the unnecessary reminders. Or at least, so she hoped. She used to be a lot better at this. (Reply Salid) Michelle took the offered seat, smoothing down her dress as she sat. She waited expectantly for the questions to begin. Whether the Captain had time to review her personnel file or not, she was sure the friendly interrogation would begin soon. Any incoming senior crew member had to be learnt as quickly as possible, especially considering where the ship was going and why! (Reply any) (Posted by Lorna) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – MCO’s Office – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1300) Raschen managed to catch up to 2LT Smith just outside of his office “Excuse me lieutenant, I need a moment of your time to discuss the possibility of you and about 5 of your best marines joining the away teams down on Barakos IV.” (Reply Smith) As a privateer working with the Marine Corps on occasion, Chance usually got along pretty good with marines; for the most part anyway. “Speaking strictly, privateer to marine? With all the brawling, whoring, and drinking going on it seemed more like a place for marines because quite frankly…” Raschen paused for a moment, wanting to make sure his next words couldn’t be misinterpreted “honestly, its been my experience that fleet security folks are just to damn straight laced and tight @$$ed for an establishment like the one we’re going to.” (Reply Smith) (Reply Smith) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1300.5) Ahmed had just placed the PADD containing the update from Matrix on the Deflector attunement on his desk when the chime sounded and the door slid open. Looking up Ahmed spotted the new Chief counselor, Lieutenant Twinpoints entering the Ready room. "Sir," she said, with a graceful nod as she entered. "Good afternoon Lieutenant." the Captain replied, "Please have a seat. Would you care for something from the replicator. I have a wonderful recipe for Turkish coffee." he offered. (reply Twinpoints) Michelle took the offered seat, smoothing down her dress as she sat. Ahmed replicated some refreshments, and placed them on the desk between them. "You've quite and interesting dossier," he said as he poured some coffee. "There's a great many questions I could ask you about just based on the official records alone. But in my experience the Dossier has a tendency to be biased by the opinions of the people writing the reviews. And while I am certain that the information is correct in the opinion of the writer, I'm always more interested in learning the measure of an officer from first hand experience." He added a teaspoon of raw sugar and a small dram of goat's milk to the coffee. "I'm not going to go into the usual questions about where you've been or how you like Starfleet. What I'm more interested in is the person that you are that isn't shown in this file jacket. I think it's important that officers who are going to serve together should be able to look beyond the dossier, don't you?" (reply Twinpoints) "So basically what is there that is unique about you that I'm not going to get from the dossier? How do you feel about our current mission? What makes you, who you are and why did you rejoin Starfleet after everything that happened to you?" he asked? (reply Twinpoints) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Captain's Ready Room - Lieutenant Michelle to Twinpoints -1301) "Good afternoon Lieutenant." the Captain replied, "Please have a seat. Would you care for something from the replicator. I have a wonderful recipe for Turkish coffee." he offered. "I can't say I've ever tried it, but I'll try anything once." Well, anything that didn't have alcohol, but she didn't think the Captain would be offering her intoxicants at one o'clock in the afternoon while both were on duty. When they were comfortable and had refreshments at paw, the Captain continued on, "You've quite and interesting dossier," he said as he poured some coffee. "There's a great many questions I could ask you about just based on the official records alone. But in my experience the Dossier has a tendency to be biased by the opinions of the people writing the reviews. And while I am certain that the information is correct in the opinion of the writer, I'm always more interested in learning the measure of an officer from first hand experience." He added a teaspoon of raw sugar and a small dram of goat's milk to the coffee. "I'm not going to go into the usual questions about where you've been or how you like Starfleet. What I'm more interested in is the person that you are that isn't shown in this file jacket. I think it's important that officers who are going to serve together should be able to look beyond the dossier, don't you?" "I've always felt the dossier is a resume with no cover letter. Gives the body, but there's no heart." She agreed. "So basically what is there that is unique about you that I'm not going to get from the dossier? How do you feel about our current mission? What makes you, who you are and why did you rejoin Starfleet after everything that happened to you?" he asked? Michelle couldn't help it, her tail looped in amusement. "Well, I suppose what's not in there depends on which version you got.. and since I suppose Doenitz's goons probably didn't forward all their medical forwarded information.." Her smile matched her eyes that twinkled the amusement of the likelihood of such information every being found again, ".. let's see, this body is about a year old, the mind is twenty-seven years old. I'm entirely too good of friends with several marines including the original Jose Rameriz, and I don't believe in performing violence and don't eat meat, even replicated." (Reply Salid ;) (NRPG : Further on) "As far as the mission.." Michelle chewed on her lip with fanged canine. "It was Orions who killed me, sir. I won't lie and say I probably won't have more screaming nightmares going into their space with no backup. But, it's something that has to be done for the good of Fleet and humanity," she used the word in its general sense rather than species specific, "and I'll survive. Though, I suspect counselling department meetings will start with Ensign Trent shoring me up." (Reply Salid) "As far as what I can offer you.. I'd imagine you'll want a counsellor present? I won't carry a weapon and I won't inflict violence. I WILL get out of the way and let others do their jobs if their jobs are necessary and I realize I'm not one to be making an unbiased call on that matter. However, I have years of experience with paperwork and people. If you need a super cargo, purser or the like, I'm your gal. I won't let previous experiences prevent my doing job and duty." (Reply Salid) (NRPG : Further on :) "And why I re-joined Starfleet.." Michelle held out her hands, "I don't mean to sound trite.. but I'm needed, and I need to heal and help. I can't sit by and watch others go without healing that I have the ability to give just because I've had a rough ride and it probably won't smooth out again in the future." (Reply Salid) (Posted by Lorna) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1302) "Well, I suppose what's not in there depends on which version you got.. and since I suppose Doenitz's goons probably didn't forward all their medical information.." She smiled, ".. let's see, this body is about a year old, the mind is twenty-seven years old. I'm entirely too good of friends with several marines including the original Jose Ramirez, and I don't believe in performing violence and don't eat meat, even replicated." "There's something to be said about both of those virtues, Lieutenant. I do not drink alcohol, nor do I eat pork and I prefer not to participate in violent acts beyond the occasional boxing match. I can appreciate your system of belief and I respect the fact that you were willing to share that about me. It is probably not a trait that very many command officers would find admirable." Ahmed replied. "Have you always held these beliefs or are they a result of your more recent experiences?" (Reply Twinpoints) "I see. That's a good thing to know. It establishes something about you that tells me a great deal about you without needing to know all the specifics of your experiences." "As far as the mission.." Michelle chewed on her lip with a fanged canine. "It was Orions who killed me, sir. I won't lie and say I probably won't have more screaming nightmares going into their space with no backup. But, it's something that has to be done for the good of Fleet and humanity," she used the word in its general sense rather than species specific, "and I'll survive. Though, I suspect counseling department meetings will start with Ensign Trent shoring me up." " Do you believe that you will be able to perform your duty under these circumstances?" (reply Twinpoints) "Well that's a good thing. I appreciate your straightforwardness." "As far as what I can offer you.. I'd imagine you'll want a counselor present? I won't carry a weapon and I won't inflict violence. I WILL get out of the way and let others do their jobs if their jobs are necessary and I realize I'm not one to be making an unbiased call on that matter. However, I have years of experience with paperwork and people. If you need a super cargo, purser or the like, I'm your gal. I won't let previous experiences prevent my doing job and duty." Ahmed nodded. "I will have need of someone to keep track of monetary exchanges during these missions, sort of an accountant to handle the money and ensure that the monies remain available for the use of the away team. We have been authorized to utilize transferable bearer bonds drawn on the Ferengi mercantile exchange for this mission. I need a comptroller, since all of those bearer bonds are reportable to the admiralty at the completion of our mission. They have been provided by Starfleet intelligence and are well laundered. Additionally there will be a sizable sum of gold-plated latinum credits for out-of-pocket expenses." I've asked Lieutenant Matrix to assemble a mobile emitter for Ramirez and since you two have a history, so to speak, I'll assign him to your security detail. That will of course mean that you will need to go planet side with the rest of the away team members." (reply Twinpoints) "Good, make any further arrangements that you need with Lieutenant Janeway when we are finished here." "And why I re-joined Starfleet.." Michelle held out her hands, "I don't mean to sound trite.. but I'm needed, and I need to heal and help. I can't sit by and watch others go without healing that I have the ability to give just because I've had a rough ride and it probably won't smooth out again in the future." Ahmed smiled. "I've always found that to be the best answer I could ever ask for." (reply Twinpoints) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 10, SickBay 1 - Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1522) A little unaware if it was acceptable simply to barge in to sickbay, Dorian had simply walked in, expecting to at least find someone there whom he could speak with. The pain in his leg was now acute and the only thing he seemed to be able to focus on. He really hoped the socket was not damaged and this was simply accumulated tension. As his luck would have it, no one was there at that very moment, but he could not bear it anymore. Propping himself on one of the biobeds, he promptly slid off his right boot. The metallic foot whirred as he 'flexed' it while keeping the rest of the leg straight. The rotors there seemed fine. He lifted his pant's leg, to reveal the thin, curved carbon blades that replaced his bones and housed the necessary wiring. This was doubtlessly archaic by modern day standards, but acted as a healthy reminder of his past foolishness. ~Damn you, father. Forgive and forget will never be our family motto, will it?~ Strong, no doubt about it. The blades themselvescould withstand a firedoor closing on them and not be crushed, but had earned him the nickname of 'Pegleg' in Aberdeen. Struggling with the fabric of his pants, he pulled it even further, all the way up to the knee. The socket seemed fine, but the joint of bone and metal felt… different. The skin was a rash of red and inflamed. Not good news by any measure. The impact hadn't seemed that great… 'Computer, please page anyone from the medical team.' (Reply Any Medical Staff) 'Oh, and try logging a meeting with the Counsellor for me, while you're at it.' (Reply Michelle to Twinpoints) Dorian twisted his artifical leg off the socket and let it fall to the floor, groaning as he laid on the bed for a few seconds. (Reply any medical staff) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 10, Sickbay 1 - EMH - 1522.5) "Computer, please page anyone from the medical team." Once again the EHM found himself materialising in Sickbay. This time he found himself beside an ensign. "You called?" Looking down he could indeed see what the problem was and he held up his hand before the Ensign could begin speaking. "That is an extremely nasty rash you have there Ensign." Before the ensign could say a word the EMH had began running blood tests and a full examination. "Please explain how you managed to damage that knee and how you managed to allow it to progress to this state before you considered consulting a member of the medical staff." (Reply Weaver) The EMH watched as his patient twisted his knee and, watching the leg fall to the floor, raised an eyebrow. "Now of only all of my patients could do that ensign I might just be out of a job." Picking up the limb he passed it to one of the nurses to run tests on and bent his gaze on the knee joint. "Obviously infected. I need to start you on a broad spectrum of antibiotics until we clear up this little problem." Taking a hypospray from the nurse he injected the ensign with it. "That is your first dose Ensign, you will need one dose every day until one of the doctors here decide that the infection has gone. Bear in mind we rarely like to make housecalls so it is up to you to report to Sickbay a half hour before you go on duty to receive these shots. Please try not to be late since it disrupts our schedule. The nurse will bring your prosthesis back once she has sterilised it and will give you some painkillers that should help at present. It's been a pleasure meeting you Ensign." (Reply Weaver) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 10, Sickbay 1 - Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1524) "Please explain how you managed to damage that knee and how you managed to allow it to progress to this state before you considered consulting a member of the medical staff.' "I didn't think it was going to be that bad. I've gotten into scrapes worse than this before. I had to report in, I didn't think a few hours in the shuttle would be so bad. Then I got lost on board." Dorian felt a little foolish, admitting that to a hologram, especially one with such stellar bedside manner. The EMH watched as his patient twisted his knee and, watching the leg fall to the floor, raised an eyebrow. "Now of only all of my patients could do that ensign I might just be out of a job." Picking up the limb he passed it to one of the nurses to run tests on and bent his gaze on the knee joint. "Obviously infected. I need to start you on a broad spectrum of antibiotics until we clear up this little problem." Taking a hypospray from the nurse he injected the ensign with it. "That is your first dose Ensign, you will need one dose every day until one of the doctors here decide that the infection has gone. Bear in mind we rarely like to make housecalls so it is up to you to report to Sickbay a half hour before you go on duty to receive these shots. Please try not to be late since it disrupts our schedule. The nurse will bring your prosthesis back once she has sterilised it and will give you some painkillers that should help at present. It's been a pleasure meeting you Ensign." "I… yeah, sure, thanks for everything." That just seemed like a great way to start his assignment. (Reply none) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 10, Counselling Department - Lieutenant Michelle to Twinpoints - 1524.5) Michelle had refused to take the Chief's desk just like Ensign Trent so the main office was still empty while they assistants offices were taken. There were two more offices that stood empty. Michelle had shook her head a little at that, would ever there be enough blue shirts on all ships again? She'd heard of doctors and counsellors refusing to join fleet or rejoin because of the way they'd been forced to choose sides in a war. Healers should know no sides, injured got fixed, no matter who they fought for or against. She put the spider plant she'd filched from botany on the corner of the desk and sunk back into the chair she'd requisitioned. A hole in the back for her tail so she didn't have to sit on it. She put her pawed feet up on the desk and leaned back, closing her eyes. The peace before the storm, to be sure. [Ensign Dorian Weaver wishes to schedule an appointment.] The computer informed her. "Am I stopping him and/or her?" Michelle murmured, amused. "Schedule Ensign Dorian Weaver to the first convenient slot then." She waited half a heartbeat and realized she wasn't being specific enough, "First *mutually* convenient.. Which would be any open appointment for me." Let the ensign figure out his own schedule. She wasn't, however, the enthusiastic young ensign who'd get up at 0300 and do counselling sessions in Jeffrey Tubes with engineers. The computer had no immediate further input. Michelle closed her eyes once more. She was sure she'd be put to proper work soon enough. She'd enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasted. (Reply any) (Posted by Lorna) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 10, Medical Bay 1 - Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1525) [Asst. Chief Counsellor Twinpoints wishes to inform you that she has availables slots at the following times: from 1600 to 1700,...] 'Shut up.' Dorian put his hand to cover his eyes. Filing an appointment was the last thing on his mind right now. 'Computer, just give me the first slot available tomorrow.' He just wanted something for the pain… (Reply Michelle to Twinpoints, any medical staff) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Ten Forward– CONN- Lieutenant Dralar- 1800) Dralar sat at one of the forward tables with a PADD clutched in his claws. The table offered an amazing vantage of the stars as they slid past the leading edge of the disk. It was a beautiful sight and one that Dralar had seen thousands of time from a dozen different ships. It was also an image of which he never grew tired. The Skorr Prince finalized the last of his correspondence with his district back on Skorria and sent the priority message back home over the secured subspace diplomatic link. His unique position of Conn officer and a prince of his people meant twice the work for him. He had his Starfleet duty during the day and his governing duties in the evening. And while he was away from Skorria, he had dozens of ministers to fulfill his orders on the homeworld. He thought about the implications of his absence. With the Starfleet preparatory school nearly finished in his district, perhaps that would mean that more Skorr would join Starfleet. And although Skorria was not a member of the United Federation of Planets they were a staunch ally. Her formidable empire, while small in many respects contained only two dozen worlds, but her fleet was sizable. The Skorr Hierarchy was wedged between the Romulans, Breen, Orions and of course the Federation. The Skorr warships had fought conflicts with all of their neighbors in the past except the Federation. Thus the importance of maintaining their relationship with them. Dralar had considered himself to be somewhat forward thinking. He had used his position as an ambassador to force his way into Starfleet. Of course, he had selected the faction of the 52nd fleet as his surrogate. The regime of Doenitz had threatened the Hierarchy with their aggressive behavior. His first task was to arrange war materials for LaDona's Fleet. He had petitioned his father, the High King, for weapons, deutrinium, medical supplies, and other necessities. It had been a hard task, but he had finally managed to convince him that the cause was noble, and the war materials that had started as a breeze turned into a raging wind. He had insisted on being made an officer and LaDona had finally agreed, if only to keep his flow of supplies moving. Dralar had been commissioned as a Lieutenant, and it was only when the fleet of the 52nd was about to push on Earth, that Dralar had finally insisted that he be allowed to participate by serving on a ship. It wasn't out of some sense of excitement or Bloodlust, it had been out of obligation. He had seen the nobility of the cause that they fought and had decided that he needed to be there at the end, if only to record the events that had taken place there. Initially LaDona would have none of it, but at the threat of closing off the vital supplies that would make a massive difference to the thrust, he had acquiesced and Dralar had been given a position as CONN officer on the USS Champlain. The Battle had been terrifying and exciting all at the same time. Dralar who was a veteran of three previous fleet engagements with the Skorr Fleet, had never seen such determination, cruelty or mercy shown in any engagement. His own ship had been destroyed by a mad captain who had fired on helpless life pods. And his life had been spared by an enemy Captain who had switched sides at the cost of her own life. Dralar thought about these things as he sat staring out at the stars. He had been recalled to Skorria after the battle and had petitioned his father to be allowed to return. He had argued that rebuilding was the essential task now, not conflict. So here sat Dralar, 45th Prince of Skorria, a member of a fine and noble warrior house, exploring space. Only this time, he knew that they would be going into Orion Space. It was a place where he had been before, at the head of a Skorr Fleet. This time however there would only be one ship. An exceptional ship and her exceptional crew. Dralar shook his head from side to side in the Human manner. It was a gesture that he had picked up from his human counterparts. It was not an action that Skorr normally made. The last time that he had been in Orion space, he had been hunting down a Skorr turned Orion Pirate named Hemda. She had claimed to have been fighting for freedom against the tyranny of the High King. She had compelling arguments concerning Body Servants and claiming they were slaves. She had held one such position in the Royal household to Dralar's brother Trinik. She had killed the prince and fled to Orion space, one of the few places where the Skorr could not follow her. A few years later she had raised a fleet, a showing of her resourcefulness and intelligence, and was raiding Skorr shipping along the border before retreating back to Orion space. She had raised a large number of Skorr crew who had been exiled from Skorr territory for their crimes. Their beaks branded with the mark of the exile so all would know them on sight. It had been a bloody fight, and in the end Dralar had been forced to destroy her and her ship. Her last words to him had been, "I die here today, but I do not die a slave." Dralar didn't like to think about such things. Her actions had been needless. The Body Servants were not slaves. They filled an important niche in Skorr society. They were heaped with honors and rewards. They were valued companions and friends. Sendam and Dralar had been raised together. They were companions. They had fought battles together; suffered defeats and victories together. Dralar trusted him with his life. How could anyone consider that sort of relationship to be anything like that of a Master and slave? He didn't know why thinking of Orion space made him remember Hemda and her words. He didn't normally think much on it, especially since the Orions were a slaving culture. But somewhere in the back of his mind there was a discomfort forming and Dralar wasn't quite able to identify it. (reply any who care to talk with Dralar, otherwise none) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Ten Forward – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen - 1810) Chance never really liked wearing a uniform, but it came with the paycheck. When he wasn’t on duty though he had no qualms whatsoever about wearing civvies; but he found with this mission to one of his old haunts, his taste in clothes has gotten just as lazy as when he was a privateer. That being said, Raschen walked into Ten Forward wearing simple grey coveralls with tan shoes. After getting his evening pint bottle of rum from the bar, Chance noticed Dralar staring out the front view port. Chance couldn’t read the Skorr’s facial expressions, but the body language indicated that he was troubled about something. After watching the Skorr for a couple of moments, Chance walked up to Dralar and said “You look like someone with a lot of troubles on their mind. Would you like to talk?” (Reply Dralar) “Talk about what’s on your mind; and don’t worry, you’re not about offend me, I already know I’m a scoundrel.” Chance finished with a grin as he ordered a refill for Dralar. (Reply Dralar) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Ten Forward– CONN- Lieutenant Dralar- 1812) Dralar hadn't heard the young officer approach his table. He decided that it was more because of his preoccupation rather than the fact that the officer had moved so close in any sort of stealthy manner. “You look like someone with a lot of troubles on their mind. Would you like to talk?” Raschen asked. Dralar turned and regarded the human officer. Though he had seen the man on the bridge and in the meetings, he had not truly had the opportunity to meet him in a less professional setting. "You may join me if you prefer," the Prince offered, Although I do not know about what we would talk." “Talk about what’s on your mind; and don’t worry, you’re not about offend me, I already know I’m a scoundrel.” Chance finished with a grin as he ordered a refill for Dralar. “Talk about what’s on your mind; and don’t worry, you’re not about offend me, I already know I’m a scoundrel.” Chance finished with a grin as he ordered a another drink, despite the fact that he had not finished his first. "I am unfamiliar with this word scoundrel, although judging by your facial expression you mean this to be funny or a jest. What does this word mean?" (reply Raschen) "So a vagabond, rapscallion, gypsy, pirate, double-dealer? These are other words for scoundrel?" (reply Raschen) "Why then would you like to be referred to as such a thing?" (reply Raschen) An attendant walked over and placed a small glass in front of Dralar, who regarded it for a moment. He cocked his head slightly to one side, then straightened it back up again to regard Charlie. "What is this concoction?" he asked gesturing to the glass. (reply Raschen, Any) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------