Compile#4 May 25-31 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Letters of Marques Day: 1 Stardate: 2408.02.16 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante – CSEC Office – ATAC Ensign V'Shera – 1040) (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1043) (USS Rosenante – MCO’s Office –  Lieutenant Smith – 1302) (USS Rosenante – MCO’s Office – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1305) (USS Rosenante – MCO’s Office – Lieutenant Smith– 1310) (USS Rosenante – MCO's Office – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1311) (USS Rosenante – CO Office – ATAC SEC Ensign V'Shera – 1400) (USS Rosenante – Ready Room– CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid-1402) *************************************** Mission: Letters of Marques Day: 2 Stardate: 2408.02.17 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante – Ready Room– CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1001) (USS Rosenante, Transporter room 1 - CMO - Lt. (sg) Josh Caskie, 14.57) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 1 - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1457.5) (USS Rosenante - Deck 10, Transporter Room 1 - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1458) (USS Rosenate, CMO's Personal Quarters, CMO - Lt (sg) Josh Caskie 1459) (USS Rosenante, Main Bridge - Ops -Ensign Smith- 1500) (USS Rosenante, Main Bridge - Ops Office Area - SCPO Phil Sheridan - 1501) (USS Rosenante - Main Engineering - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1512) (SS Bounty - Main Bridge - 2nd Mate - Phell Kassyl - 1515) (SS Bounty - Main Bridge - Vessel Master - CAPT "Easy Ed" Raschen - 1517) (SS Bounty - Main Bridge - 2nd Mate Phell Kassyl - 1518) (USS Rosenante – Strategic Planning Offices– CONN- Lieutenant Dralar- 1525) (USS Rosenante, Transporter Room 1 - Vulcan Diplomat, Arbiter T'Val - 1544) (USS Rosenante- Transporter Room 1- OPs- Ensign Smith / MCO - Lieutenant Smith- 1543) (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room 1 – Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1544) (USS Rosenante, Transporter Room 1 - OPS Chief NCO -SCPO Phillip Sheridan - 1545) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 1 - Science Officer - Ensign Andrew E. Maddox - 1546) (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge - Vulcan Diplomat, Arbiter T'Val - 15.48) (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge - Senior OPS NCO -SCPO Phil Sheridan - 1549) (USS Rosenante- Transporter Room 1- CMO Josh Caskie - 1549.5) (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge - CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1550) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 1 - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1553) (USS Rosenante - Deck 10, Transporter Room 1 - Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1554) (USS Rosenante, Transporter room 1 - FO - Lt. Jono Janeway, 14.54.30) (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room 1 – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1555) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge– CONN- Lieutenant Dralar- 1558) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge– 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1558.3) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge– CONN- Lieutenant Dralar- 1558.5) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge– CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1600) (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room One– Aide Metia Rone- 1605) (Pirate Fortress- Audience Chamber- Pirate Queen Morella- 1800) (USS Rosenante – Ten-Forward – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1830) (USS Rosenante – Ten-Forward – ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - Day 2 – 1835) (USS Rosenante – Ten Forward – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1837) (USS Rosenante – Ten Forward – ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - Day 2 - 1840) (Xanadu Gothos - Master Bedroom Suite - Captain Dogface Doyle O'Banyan – 2200) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – CSEC Office – ATAC Ensign V'Shera – 1040) I.7 seconds passed after V'Shera stepped into the Chief of security office, following Lt. T'Larah Sullivan. (Reply T'Larah Sullivan IYW) After a moment's trepidation, V'Shera presented Lt. Sullivan with her personal PADD and said, "I studied the presentation on Orion pirate ships, their ambush and multiple attack strategies. I have given the presented data what I hope to be considerable thought." (Reply T'Larah Sullivan IYW) "I hope what I present will lead to the enlightened rescue of Prince Angkor and our subsequent escape from Orion space. As you can see from my PADD, I was still in the Academy training while the Donitz Civil War took place." (Reply T'Larah Sullivan) "Because of my lack of direct combat experience, my applied knowledge is only academic and simulation based. All that I can say is that I was in the top tenth of my class and I have good Vulcan acumen regarding tactics and strategy." (Reply T'Larah Sullivan) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1043) "Have a seat Ensign, can I get you something to drink? Vulcan mocha?" a slight pause, "I'm sorry, I get so used to using the common vernacular for humans, would you like some g'teth?" (Reply V'Shera) After her response, the Ensign placed a PADD on the desk between them, isolinear chip already loaded. T'Larah picked it up and began to glance at it's contents while she listened to the junior officer speak, taking both into account together. "I studied the presentation on Orion pirate ships, their ambush and multiple attack strategies. I have given the presented data what I hope to be considerable thought." the officer said evenly. As T'Larah looked at the contents of the PADD, and the strategies that Ensign had devised, she saw merit in them. An analytical, logical approach to the problem as it was presented. ~ We can definitely use them.~ "I hope what I present will lead to the enlightened rescue of Prince Angkor and our subsequent escape from Orion space. As you can see from my PADD, I was still in the Academy training while the Doenitz Civil War took place." the Ensign said. "Just because you are fresh out of the academy, does not mean that your theories do not have merit." she told her still reviewing the PADD. "Because of my lack of direct combat experience, my applied knowledge is only academic and simulation based. All that I can say is that I was in the top tenth of my class and I have good Vulcan acumen regarding tactics and strategy." the Ensign explained. "You have trepidations this is normal, everyone starts with no experience. I too was with out experience at one point, I ran through literally hundreds of simulations, studied technical readouts, but do you know what helped me get the best grasp of strategy?" She paused for emphasis as it was a rhetorical question. "A game. Three dimensional chess. The game involves knowing what you can do, in knowing how each piece functions, and knowing how to use it best." (Reply V'Shera) "Speaking of your file." she said as she thumbed through the PADD presented to her at the beginning of the meeting. "It says that you study martial arts. Which disciplines? I always take an interest in my officers' martial prowess." (Reply V'Shera) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – MCO’s Office –  Lieutenant Smith – 1302)   Kenneth was just about to go into his office when he saw Ensign Raschen walking towards him.    “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.”   Kenneth thought about it for a moment.   ~Would be nice to stretch my legs a bit~   "Okay lets go into my office shall we."   They moved into and Kenneth offered Raschen a seat as he took his own.    “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…”   “honestly, its been my experience that fleet security folks are just to damn straight laced and tight @$$ed for an establishment like the one we’re going to.”   A grin spread across Kenneth's face.   "I would not want to comment about our security colleagues but for the marines we would be happy to help."   He paused for a moment thinking about what he might need.   "What are you planning to get out of this little sight seeing trip?"   (reply Raschen)     (reply Rashen, any) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – MCO’s Office – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1305) “Honestly, it’s been my experience, as a privateer, that fleet security folks are just to damn straight laced and tight @$$ed for an establishment like the one we’re going to.” Raschen stated simply. As a grin spread across Kenneth's face, the first thought Chance had been was ~Oh yeah, he’s like most other marines I’ve dealt with in the past. I bet he enjoys a rambunctious good time. ~ "I would not want to comment about our security colleagues but for the marines we would be happy to help." After a brief pause, the privateer listened to the marine as he continued speaking "What are you planning to get out of this little sight seeing trip?" ”You mean in addition to the opportunity to spend some time relaxing and enjoying all the debauchery and distractions that we could possibly find down there?” (Reply Smith) “Talk to a guy I know and see about getting some information about this prince we’re going after and, hopefully, find out who might have taken him.” (Reply Smith) “A Bounty Hunter; someone I’ve know for as long as I can remember.” (Reply Smith, any who barge in iyw) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – MCO’s Office – Lieutenant Smith– 1310) ”You mean in addition to the opportunity to spend some time relaxing and enjoying all the debauchery and distractions that we could possibly find down there?” Kenneth grinned. “Yes apart from that.” “Talk to a guy I know and see about getting some information about this prince we’re going after and, hopefully, find out who might have taken him.” Kenneth nodded. “Who is the guy?” “A Bounty Hunter; someone I’ve know for as long as I can remember.” “Nice to know that you have interesting friends?” (reply Raschen) (reply Raschen, any) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – MCO's Office – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1311) Kenneth nodded “Who is the guy?” “A Bounty Hunter; someone I’ve know for as long as I can remember.” “Nice to know that you have interesting friends?.” Raschen suddenly broke out in laughter when he heard Smith’s comment. “I’m sorry but Oh man; that is probably the nicest thing I’ve ever heard anyone call Ed that wasn’t related to him or in the corps with him some forty years ago.” Chance finished saying as he stopped laughing. (Reply Smith, any iyw) “That’s him; well I guess I better let you get back to work.. Would you mind sending the FO a copy of the list of folks that will be going to the planet surface?” (Reply Smith) As Raschen got up to start heading for the door, he held his hand out to shake hands with his Marine counterpart saying “Thanks a lot, I appreciate it. If we get a chance I’ll buy y’all a round while we’re down there.” (Reply Smith) Chance then nodded at the man and left his office to head for his own. As he walked toward the nearest lift, Chance started thinking with a smirk on his face ~this might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship~. (Reply Smith, any iyw) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – CO Office – ATAC SEC Ensign V'Shera – 1400) At 1359.9 V'Shera arrived in Captain Salid's office as ordered. Giving her uniform a quick visual scan to see if everything was in place, she took a centering breath and pressed the door chime. There was a brief tone signal and the door opened. (Reply Ahmed ibn Salid) After the Captain granted her access, V'Shera entered personal PADD with her orders in hand. She walked smartly over to the Captain and stood at resolute attention. "Ensign V'Shera reporting as ordered Sir." She presented the Captain with her personal PADD. (Reply Ahmed ibn Salid) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Ready Room– CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid-1402) The chime to the Ready Room door sounded a split instant before the doors parted to admit Ensign V'Shera. Ahmed glanced up at her before setting his padd on the desk in front of him. He noticed that the Vulcan officer was carrying a PADD with her presumably her orders for transfer to the Rosenante. She stepped over to the desk and came to a smart, textbook stance of attention. Ahmed smiled slightly at the act, since he was a fairly easy going officer, as far as formalities were concerned. She reported with a crisp, "Ensign V'Shera reporting as ordered Sir." and offered him a PADD. He reached out and took it and then with the practiced eye, rapidly flipped through the orders contained thereon, committing them to his perfect memory. "Please sit down ensign." Ahmed said as he set her PADD down in front of her, "And please sit easy, this isn't an inquisition." (reply V'Shera) "I've had the opportunity to review your files. And while I am sure that there are several valid points of view laid out there for my review, I prefer to look beyond the evaluations and get to the core of the officers serving under my command." He paused for a moment. "I'm not looking for a textbook officer. Nor am I willing to place the lives of a single member of this crew in the hands of a performance assessment or dossier review, so what I would like is some feel for who you really are beyond the reports and assessments. I want you to tell me about yourself. Your aspirations, goals, some of your experiences that make you who you are. Why are you here in Starfleet? Why did you choose tactical? Things like that." (reply V'Shera) (posted by Daniel Greene) ********************************************** (USS Rosenante – Ready Room– CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1001) The door chime sounded just a few moments before the door slid aside and admitted Lieutenant Bird to the room. The lieutenant looked a little antsy and perhaps a bit worried. Ahmed could hear a tone of concern in his voice as he asked, "You wished to see me Cap'n ?" "Indeed I did Paul." Ahmed replied, choosing to use a less formal approach with his Chief Engineer. "Have a seat I have something I'd like your opinion on?" Ahmed watched as the junior officer was seated and settled before continuing. "I've been thinking back to when I was Chief Engineer on the Nimitz." the CO began, " and the thing I remember the most was never really knowing what was going on the very ship I was responsible to maintain. I was wondering if you felt the same way?" (reply Bird) "I thought as much," Salid replied. "It seems that we have a perfectly functional Engineering console on the bridge that is never manned. It has occurred to me that you may feel as if you need to spend all of your time in Main Engineering. That isn't exactly true; especially since the Engineering station on the Bridge can handle everything that the master control station in Main Engineering can handle. That said, I'd like for you to start mixing your shifts between manning the bridge console and Main Engineering, in the hopes that you will be able to be better informed as to the status of the ship. How you mix your shifts is up to you, of course." (reply Bird) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Transporter room 1 - CMO - Lt. (sg) Josh Caskie, 14.57) "Stand at ease." He said smiling. "You all have your orders. If you need to be here then stay. If you don't then please return to what you were doing beforehand. Don't forget the meeting however. I expect to see you all there." He said releasing those officers who didn't need to be there. Josh breathed a huge sigh of relief and whilst not appearing to seem so, made sure that she was one of the first out of the transporter room. Ok, she might only have an hour at most before the meeting but it was certainly enough to at least divest herself of the monkey suit, have at least something quick to eat and quickly get back to her quarters and feed the ever expanding felinoid in her quarters who was still attempting to masquerade as a domestic cat. So back to her quarters she scooted, almost, but not quite divesting herself of what she called her 'White Out Suit' on the way. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 1 - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1457.5) "We have planned a short tour of the ship for both delegations. One will be lead by myself and the other by Lt. Sullivan. It shouldn't take longer than 45 minutes to an hour. Once we have finished our tour we will be meeting the Captain and Arbiter T'Val in the observation lounge for a meeting. I would suggest any bags or luggage you may have you leave here and it will be delivered to your rooms. If Lt. Sullivan would be so kind to show the Artuirian delegation around the ship we will meet you back in the observation lounge." T'Larah took up the 'floor' and began speaking to the delegates as a group. "The Arturians and I will start in main engineering, Lieutenant Janeway and the Meldovians will start on the bridge. The Arturians and I will be working our tour dorsally, that's toward the top. Lt Janeway and the Meldovians will working ventrally. When we are finished we will meet back in the observation lounge for a mission briefing. Every one clear?" Nods and smiles from everyone. "Excellent, Arturian delegation, Ensign Weaver, you are with me, Ensign Maddox, you are with the XO." T'Larah's tone changed to a drill and ceremony tone. "Arturian Honor guard, POST." She led the Arturian guard to Main engineering. (Reply Weaver, Arturian Honor Guard) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 10, Transporter Room 1 - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1458) Dorian looked up as his name was called, joined the lieutenant's side as the honour guard rearranged itself around them. He assumed, as the junior member of the party, that very little would be required of him. Just the title of the Arturian delegate made it clear that he expected to be treated like royalty. ~Speak only if addressed. Be concise, be polite, and vulgarize. These are not scientists.~ He'd seen xenos' in the past, quite often in fatc, but they always fascinated him. He was not a biologist at all, but he would sometimes wonder what fluke of evolution made them the way they are. If they had gods, did they believe they were shaped in their image? As they left the transporter room, it felt slightly odd to be walking about in their dress white. Especially since his chest sported none of the decorations of his fellow. ~We ought to be doing this in standard issue, draw less stares.~ Main Engineering was not his cup of tea, but maybe they'd go by the science labs, or stellar cartography, and he'd be asked to contribute. ~All in due time, young man, be patient. If not this once, maybe another time.~ (Reply T'larah Sullivan, Arturians, Honour Guard) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenate, CMO's Personal Quarters, CMO - Lt (sg) Josh Caskie 1459) The jacket got thrown on to the nearest chair, the boots got kicked into the nearest corner and Josh, sighing sat down in her mother's rocking chair, for at least a moment. But to be honest a moment was all Josh knew she would have at present. So sighing, she stood up and watching Bruiser weave around her feet, she finally relented and crossing to the replicator called up his favourite food and put the dish down in front of him. Kibble No 36 didn't even cut it. Bruiser had simply sniffed at it the first time Josh had offered him it and walked away, gazing at her in disgust. After a couple of days she had tried chicken and tuna and had finally realised that Bruiser was going to be a what was called a 'high maintenance' kind of cat. Once Josh had figured that out, well then, what could be hard, but no, every single time Josh sat down, he thought it appropriate to jump up into her lap and settle down there, constantly kneading his feet and claws into her. Every time he did so Josh picked him up and dumped him on the floor. Josh had wondered if this was ever a battle that she would win. It seemed unlikely however, although Josh was not yet willing to concede victory to a mere cat at present. All too soon her alarm sounded to notify her that she needed to be at the next briefing and Josh quickly changed into her normal uniform. Hauling her boots back on she shot out the door and made her way to her next destination, all the while cursing cats and CO's since she hadn't managed to have time to eat anything. (No Reply needed) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Main Bridge - Ops -Ensign Smith- 1500) "Mister Smith, notify Doctor Caskie, Lieutenant's Bird, Matrix, Twinpoints, Ro'Dal Chief Sheridan, Ensigns V'Shera, T'kron, and Weaver That they will be expected in dress uniform in transporter room one at 1545 to receive the Arbiter and the delegations. Have Lieutenant Smith put together a security detail to be posted for the collective security of the delegation during their stay on board. I will expect you to attend as well." Ahmed said. "Yes Sir Robert quickly sent a message to hume he had been asked. He glanced over the arangments for the delegation's quarters and where the aribot would stay. ~I so hope every thing gose okay~ (Reply Any) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Main Bridge - Ops Office Area - SCPO Phil Sheridan - 1501) Phil was working through some things Ensign Smith had suggested to help Phil come up to speed when Smith's message displayed itself on Phil;s terminal. ~Full dress Uniform!!~ Phil groaned - he hated that uniform and had avoided warning it as much as possible. Sighing, Phil composed a reply to Ensign Smith and transmitted it. Phil head off to his quarters to make sure the uniform was ready. (reply: none) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Main Engineering - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1512) T'Larah had not anticipated how much time it would take to move the delegations from station to station. Only three dignitaries and already she was behind schedule, marginally, but she was behind schedule. She preferred not to be inefficient if she could help it. One thing she knew that she would get to the mission briefing on time. "We have now arrived in main engineering, the literal heart of the vessel you are currently in. Here they run the matter/anti-matter annihilation warp drive. When these two elements are introduced a great quantity of energy is produced, which is channeled through out the ship, but mainly through conduits to energize the warp coils making faster then light travel possible." she explained. "I will now turn the tour over to our subject matter expert." she said relinquishing the floor. (Reply Engineer, preferably Lt Bird) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SS Bounty - Main Bridge - 2nd Mate - Phell Kassyl - 1515) =/\=Phell, is this something that can be discussed over open comms, or am I going to have to come up there?=/\= he responded. 'Oh… skipper, I'm wounded. Would I ever dream of bothering you with needless details?' He let a smile creep into his voice. 'I would hate for anyone to tap in and have a listen.' =/\= Very-well, on my way.=/\= he said. Shortly he was on the bridge. 'What did you need?' Ed asked as he strode across the bridge toward it's center. Phel was always a little wary, maybe a little too much, but it felt good to be alone with the sole person he would have the audacity to call a friend. Not that he'd let anyone know that, of course. Emotions were more treacherous than a bottle of wine and a purse full of gold-pressed latinum chits, especially among their breed. 'I just changed the security codes for some of the more 'sensitive' areas of the ship, I thought you'd like a copy of the information. Giving it to you hand-to-hand was just safer. I know how you hate to wait in line anyway.' He handed Easy Ed a scrambled mini-PADD with the information. 'The password to unscarmble it is Buttercup and your thumb swipe.' (Reply Easy Ed) Phel sat himself on the railing surrounding the command chair. He'd never liked sitting in it at all, usually leaning on the railing if he had the bridge. Or his station, safely away from center stage. 'I know I ought to enjoy the furlough you're giving us, boss, but I'd like to take a shuttle down to the planet, see if I can actually get us some supplies. Seems to me we have toys we ought to be able to use. That launcher is pretty lonely.'' (Reply Easy Ed) 'Now do you mind telling me the real reason why we're here? Deuterium and antimatter don't come cheap, so how come we're stopping here, and now? I'm just trying to look out for you. The more I know, the best I can improvise if need be.' (Reply Easy Ed) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SS Bounty - Main Bridge - Vessel Master - CAPT "Easy Ed" Raschen - 1517) "I just changed the security codes for some of the more 'sensitive' areas of the ship, I thought you'd like a copy of the information. Giving it to you hand-to-hand was just safer. I know how you hate to wait in line anyway." Ed accepted the PADD that Phell gave him. "The password to unscramble it is Buttercup and your thumb swipe." Phell informed him. "Interesting choice of passwords. I just can't decide whether to put you in the brig and let you think about it, or to order you planet-side to buy you a dancing girl to loosen you up." Ed said with far more emphasis on the later half of his statement. "I know I ought to enjoy the furlough you're giving us, boss, but I'd like to take a shuttle down to the planet, see if I can actually get us some supplies. Seems to me we have toys we ought to be able to use. That launcher is pretty lonely.'' ~I knew it, he wants some more toys.~ Ed smiled, "Oh, you mean my 'atmospheric probe launcher'? You want some tactical probes to use with it? Quantums are very difficult to find and procure. You may need an away team. Take this opportunity to find volunteers, if you don't get any, take those individuals that you need from the crew. Don't tell them this but if you procure a quantum or two, I may authorize paid leave for those individuals that were apart of the away team." "Now do you mind telling me the real reason why we're here? Deuterium and antimatter don't come cheap, so how come we're stopping here, and now? I'm just trying to look out for you. The more I know, the best I can improvise if need be." Ed thought about it, Phell had always been one of his steadfast companions since the beginning of his bounty hunting days. ~He deserves to know.~ "Family reunion, I'm meeting Chance at our usual table. Chance usually brings with him lucrative jobs, at least he did the last three times he visited. He didn't say as much, but I wouldn't have either in an open text only message" (Reply Phell) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SS Bounty - Main Bridge - 2nd Mate Phell Kassyl - 1518) "Family reunion, I'm meeting Chance at our usual table. Chance usually brings with him lucrative jobs, at least he did the last three times he visited. He didn't say as much, but I wouldn't have either in an open text only message" Phell's antennae immediately fell a little bit to both sides. He didn't know what he'd expected to hear, but something a lot more convoluted and dangerous, for sure. ~So the man still has all the soft spots he used to. At least he's not loosing heart.~ The dim lights on the bridge made it somehow alright to drop their guards in this fashion, and Phell almost wished he did have family in the area. But he was stuck with this rag-tag bunch. Whoever said you can't choose your family, but you can choose your friends would have a poor opinion of some of their acquaintances. "I'll get myself some volunteers, we'll see what we can come up. You enjoy your meal and reel in the big one, will ya?" Phell patted his skipper on the shoulder, tried to give as warm a smile as possible, then turned back to his station. ~Easier said than done… especially with the promised leave.~ He leaned over to the intercom embedded in his station. =/\= Attention all hands, this is the seconde mate. If four of you are interested in a little scavenger hunt, meet me in shuttle bay 2 in an hour. If no one volunteers, I'll yank whoever I want and start taking names. Kassyl out. =/\= (Reply any and all) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Strategic Planning Offices– CONN- Lieutenant Dralar- 1525) Dralar was pleased that he had been allowed to conduct the tour for the Meldovian diplomats. He had very little opportunity as of late to practice his diplomacy skills. There had not been much call for it since he had been assigned to active starship duty. The last months had been consumed with the battle for Sector 001, then the Conn duties of the Hypatia and the Rosenante. And with a distinct shortage of officers fleet wide, Dralar had found himself mixing his duties with that of Ensign Smith, the Acting Chief of Operations. To top it off, he had found his off-duty time filled with the rigors of governing his district on Skorria as well. The opportunity to conduct diplomatic relations with ANY species was a very welcome change. It had only been convenient that the First Officer had been called away on some urgent ship's business and that the delegation had been left in Dralar's care. "...And as you can see Diplomat-Admiral, the ship's tactical capabilities are up to the task of handling any Orion vessels that we should be forced to engage in combat." "I have no doubt of the ship's capabilities Ambassador," Krakos replied, "It is the apparent youth of the captain and the rumors that the crew of this ship are as untried as the ship itself." "I completely understand your reservations, Admiral." Dralar replied, choosing to use the military title that the visiting dignitary had chosen to use. "I myself was skeptical of the ability of this crew to function when I was first assigned to them. That was when they were aboard the Champlain." "The Champlain?" Krakos said a little confused, nibbling at the tidbit that Dralar had dangled before him. "Yes, it was a modified Galaxy Class Starship. More than half of this ship's crew, including her current command staff were aboard her in the offensive push to end their civil war. I can personally vouch for the skill and courage of this crew. I have seen them in action during the battle to breach the Mars Defense Perimeter." "What happened to this ship, the Champlain?" the admiral asked. His attendants nodded, also indicating that they were interested in knowing the story as much as the chief diplomat was. "The Champlain was tasked with defending the USS Boudicca in her mission to assault the heart of the perimeter. The Champlain was destroyed, but it was a terrible price. There were several enemy vessels destroyed, and that ship lost more than half of her compliment of crew. " Dralar replied. "I see so they failed thier mission? Such a pity." Krakos replied a shroud of disappointment clouding his face. "No, on the contrary Admiral. The Champlain was sacrificed to protect the Boudicca so that the latter ship could complete her mission. The Boudicca survived the battle and has since been repaired. The entire command staff was either incapacitated due to battle injuries, like Lieutenant Sullivan, or volunteered to stay and fight to the last, without any real hope of escaping the ship. Captain Salid was the First Officer then and Lieutenant Janeway was the ship's Chief of Security. They both stayed as did Captain Rivers and several other members of the command staff. They achieved their mission then and I am certain that they will safely bring the Prince out of Orion space, or they will die in the attempt, Diplomat Krakos. The Captain and First Officer may be new to their positions on this ship, but they have been through the crucible and their quality has been proven." Dralar replied. Krakos nodded as Dralar finished and a slight smile spread across his face. "I am glad then that this ship was chosen for this mission, Ambassador. If they can inspire such confidence in you, then I see no reason to withhold my own confidence as well." Dralar dipped his head in acknowledgement. "That is all that can be asked, Diplomat Admiral Krakos." (reply Sullivan) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Transporter Room 1 - Vulcan Diplomat, Arbiter T'Val - 1544) The vulcan materialised onto the Transporter padd of the USS Rosenante. T'Val took a moment to look around his surroundings as the pipes were blown. He stepped forward but before leaving the padd looked at the man stood infront of him, "Captain Salid, Permission to enter your vessel." He said in a very stoic tone. "Permission granted Arbiter. Welcome aboard the Rosenante" Salid said, T'Val moved forward and nodded to the Captain, "I appreciate your timing Captain, a few hours later and I'm afraid the delegates may have turned hostile." T'Val looked around the room quickly realising the room was rather full of officers, it seemed the Captain had assumed T'Val would want to meet the officers who would be searching for the Prince. It seemed the Captain realised what T'val was thinking and began to introduce the officers; "Please allow me to introduce you to my senior officers and key personnel." He turned to Jono. "This is my Acting First Officer Lieutenant Janeway." T'Val looked to young human male; Janeway was quick to answer. He moved his hand skillfully into a vulcan salute and said, "A pleasure, Arbiter." T'Val mirrored the salute and then said, "Mr. Janeway." While nodding. The Captain moved onto the next personnel. "And my Second officer and Chief Tactical Officer, Lieutenant Sullivan." The vulcan officer stepped forward, T'Val's eyes lingered on her a second longer than they should have before the silence was broken. The second officer made the 'V' salute and then greeted the Arbiter stoically as T'Val would have expected. He replied with only, "And yourself Lieutenant." However before moving on she spoke again; "You have spoken with Master Tuvril." she said as a simple statement of fact. "His instruction was intriguing and invaluable." she finished. He nodded to her again in appreciation, "Indeed I know Master Tuvril, he is very wise. You should take his instructions with great meaning, however you should lead with your own mind and his." The Arbiter said swiftly before passing by Sullivan with the Captain. "My chief medical officer, Doctor Caskie" "May you live long and prosper Arbiter." Was what Caskie said in greeting. "I hope your services are not needed throughout the duration of this mission, Doctor." He said before moving on once again. The captain had arranged for allot of officers to be present and he was anxious to get out of the room. "My Chief Operations officer, Ensign Smith" "Welcome aboard Sir." Smith said. "It is a fine vessel, Ensign Smith. I do hope you do your job correctly." The Arbiter said before once again moving on. "My Chief Security Officer, Ensign Raschen" (Reply Raschen) "Chief of Security, I assume your job is rather monotonous on such a fin vessel." "My Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Bird" The engineer for some reason bowed and then said "Welcome aboard and success to you" The vulcan nodded but didnt say anything, he didnt want to offend the mans culture by telling him the bow wasnt needed. "My Marine Commanding Officer, Lieutenant Smith" The marine straightened up and then saluted the Arbiter, "Welcome aboard Sir." "Good to meet such a man, Lieutenant. Your services are invaluable." "My Assistant Chief Tactical Officer, Ensign V'Shera" V'Shera made the Vulcan salute and said, "Greeting Arbiter. Welcome to the Rosenante. I have followed your career since beginning my time in Starfleet. I look forward to serving with you now. Feel free to cal upon me if you find it necessary." The arbiter nodded to the vulcan, he found it a little odd that a Tactical officer had followed his entire career. He would have to ask why but it wasnt the right time to be holding labourous conversations about his political and profound ideas. "Appreciated, Ensign." he said "My Assistant Science Officer, Ensign Weaver" (Reply Weaver) The arbiter simply nodded. "Science Officer, Ensign Maddox" (Reply Maddox) "My Chief Counselor Lieutenant Twinpoints" (Reply Twinpoints) "Operations Senior Chief Petty Officer Sheridan, who will be assisting in coordinating your needs while aboard the Rosenante" (Reply Sheridan) "Excellent."The arbiter said. "Perhaps you could liase with my aide. She is currently on-board my ship but will be transporting over soon with items I feel necessary to travel with." (Reply Sheridan IYW) "Lieutenant Dralar, My CONN Officer and 45th Prince of Skorria and thereby an ambassador at large for the Skorr Hierarchy" T'Val turned to greet Dralar, he had read up on the Skorr hierarchy and he was particulary interested in this member of staff. "Prosperity and long life" Dralar greeted the Vulcan Arbiter, while raising his hand palm forward, although he did not seem to be able to perform the Vulcan salute. The arbiter nodded, and returned the salute although properly. "Prosperity and Long life, to yourself Lt. Dralar." "And this is one of my finest security Officers, Lieutenant Ro'Dal" Ro'Dal smiled and gave him a small bow. "It is an honor to be of service, Arbiter." she stated. The arbiter nodded, the captain then went on to introduce Ensign T'Kron, The arbiter nodded to the engineer. "Good to meet you, Ensign." then moved on to Lt. Matrix and Lt. Tallos. "If you prefer Arbiter, we can retire to my ready room to discuss the details of the mission and we can leave Lieutenants Janeway, Sullivan and the honor guard to greet the delegations." "That would be sufficient Captain." T'val answered in the usual Vulcan Stoic manner. Ahmed turned to the FO and spoke to him briefly once he had finished he turned around back to the Arbiter and said; "Right this way, sir." he said as he ushered the Vulcan out of the transporter room and towards the Ready Room. There was much to discuss. (Reply any mentioned) (Posted by Jono) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Transporter Room 1- OPs- Ensign Smith / MCO - Lieutenant Smith- 1544.2)   Kenneth looked at the marines whom he had selected to be present. Gunnery Sergeant Tam and the other members of the recon squad were in position with the Honor guard. They looked good in their dress uniform as he expected.   "Transport when ready Chief."   "Aye sir, energising now."   His mind snapped back to the present as he heard the humm of the transporter. He heard the shrill call of the boson's pipes as the Arbiter materialised on the transporter pad.   He watched as the Captain began to introduce every one present.   Robert watched as the arbiter moved down the line.   ~I really hate the things. What do I say hallo hope you have a nice stay. That sounds like I'm some kind of holiday rep~   "My Chief Operations officer, Ensign Smith"   ~Ow hell that's me~   "Welcome aboard Sir."   (reply T'Val)     Kenneth gave a slight mental grin as he watched his brother.   ~He managed it. Good for him~   He kept an eye on the marines some times they had a bad habit of getting board and after his talk with Raschen yesterday he knew exactly with ones he would take on his little trip. If they did not spoil it now.   "My Marine Commanding Officer, Lieutenant Smith"   Kenneth straightened to attention and gave a salute.   "Welcome aboard Sir."   (reply T'Val)     (reply T'Val, any) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room 1 – Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1544.4) When the Captain had entered the room, Ro' had called the honor guard to attention and she was gratified to see the smile of approval on the Captain's face as he walked past the honor guard that She had assembled. She knew how good they looked with their medals decorating their uniforms, and they were all long service, war hardened vets who knew their business inside and out; Ro' was very proud of them. He paused next to her. "Excellent job Mister Ro'Dal as always. You keep this up I may have to raise my opinion of you from exceptionally competent to damn near perfect." he said smiling. She grinned at him. "Thank you, Sir. I look forward to being near perfect, just give me a little more time, I'm working on it." She gave him a little wink and he continued walking along the line of assembled officers, after which he complimented Dr. Caskie and Counselor Twinpoints on how good theu looked. Ro' didn't understand why more officers didn't do what she'd done. She'd found herself a fine master tailor and had two dress uniform custom made. To her it was as comfortable as her regular uniforms. The CO smiled and made his way over to the 2O to ask if everything was set. Receiving an affirmative, he went to stand near the transporter chief. "Have we received the transport coordinates?" "Yes sir. And the Arbiter is standing by." Ahmed nodded and took up position in the center of the room where the FO joined him. "Transport when ready Chief." "Aye sir, energizing now." Ro' kept her eyes straight ahead as the hum of the transporter began. When Arbiter T'val materialized, the Boson piped the Arbiter aboard and Captain Salid welcomed him aboard. (reply T'val) Then it was time for the Captain to introduce him to the senior officers and key personnel and eventually it was Ro'Dal's turn to be introduced. "And this is one of my finest security Officers, Lieutenant Ro'Dal" Ro'Dal smiled and gave him a small bow. "It is an honor to be of service, Arbiter." she stated. (reply T'Val) When Captain Salid had introduced all of his senior and selected staff, he turned back to the Arbiter. "If you prefer Arbiter, we can retire to my ready room to discuss the details of the mission and we can leave Lieutenants Janeway, Sullivan and the honor guard to greet the delegations." "That would be sufficient Captain." T'val answered. Ahmed turned to Jono. "Mister Janeway you may dismiss all personnel not essential to welcoming aboard the delegation." Then shot a glance towards his Chief counselor and CMO. (reply Janeway) Ahmed once again turned his attentions to the Arbiter. "Right this way, sir." he said as he ushered the Vulcan out of the transporter room and towards the Ready Room. Ro' waited patiently for the rest of the guests to arrive. (reply All) (posted by Sal) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Transporter Room 1 - OPS Chief NCO -SCPO Phillip Sheridan - 1545) Phil tried to stay in the rear - he hoped he did not have to say much if anything. The CO was introducing several of the officers presnet in Transporter Room. Phil started a bit when he was introduced. He made the Vulcan greeting and wished the Arbiter "Long Life and Prosperity". (reply: Arbiter) The Vulcan looked Sheridan over and spoke. " Excellent. Perhaps you could liase with my aide. She is currently on-board my ship but will be transporting over soon with items I feel necessary to travel with." Phil thought for a moment and replied " Yes of course Arbiter" and awaited any additional instructions. (reply: any) The inrto's would up and the Arbiter and his initial contingent, along with the CO departed the Transporter Area. (reply: any) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 1 - Science Officer - Ensign Andrew E. Maddox - 1546) The Arbiter arrived. The damnable whistle blew, they all snapped to, straight as a board. Andrew thought to himself how he hated the 'dog and pony' show. He detested parading around like peacocks, fluffing their feathers. His head and eyes were straight forward but his mind was anywhere but there. He thought about some of the experiments he still had running in the lab. ~I should adjust that nanite program, they are too glitchy.~ He thought about his plans for his next shore leave. ~You know I've never been to Risa. They say it's nice and even a guy like me can find a companion for the night.~ He began working a complex equation in his head. ~ x^n+y^n=z ~ "Science Officer, Ensign Maddox." The introduction startled Andrew and he barely had time to recover, knowing full well the Arbiter's keen Vulcan eye caught everything, he wiped the shock off his face and responded with the first thing that came to mind. "Prosperity and peace, Arbiter." (Reply Arbiter, if you deem necessary) ~PROSPERITY AND PEACE! You flipping moron Andrew, way to socially endear yourself to an entire race.~ The rest that followed very uneventfully until some were released, but Andrew wasn't. On the platform materialized the six members of the delegation. Andrew heard what followed. ~Crap, I'm going with the tour.~ (Reply any) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge - Vulcan Diplomat, Arbiter T'Val - 15.48) The arbiter walked in through the observation lounges door alongside Captain Salid. The two had sat in the Captains ready room for a good amount of time discussing the mission in detail, the Artbiter had spoken with Ahmed about the delicacy of such things and he was still unsure if the green Captain and his crew would be up to the completion of this mission. However he had to trust in them, Starfleet had sent the best so logically these were that. The captain sat down and asked the Arbiter to do so also. The sat in silence while they awaited the two parties. The arbiter only hoped both tours would finish simulatneously and that there had been no problems along the way with either side. (Reply ALL) (Posted by Jono) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge - Senior OPS NCO -SCPO Phil Sheridan - 1549) Phil had left the Transporter Room and headed to the meeting in the Observation Lounge. ~What now?~ he thought as he made his way to the meeting. Chief Sheridan entered the lounge and saw the Captain and the Arbiter sitting together. Walking to them , Phil greeted each. "Captain, Arbiter" (reply: either/both) Chief Sheridan took a seat toward the back of lounge - figuring the commissioned types would want to be up close. Looking at the padd he was carrying, he quickly reviewed the billeting needs of the delegations and the OPS recommendations. (reply: any/none) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Transporter Room 1- CMO Josh Caskie - 1549.5) Once Josh had joined the line up she simply stood at ease waiting for the signal that would tell them that their guest were about to arrive. Unfortunately the Captain chose just than moment to walk up and down and inspect them. Resisting the urge to tug a her collar since Josh knew it was fine, she attempted to look straight ahead of her and appear nonchalant. Obviously it didn't work since the Captain immeditiately picked out both herself and the new councillor as people who appeared particularly uncomfortable in dress whites. "You look fabulous ladies." he said as they twitched, "however considering your displeasure with the uniforms I'll endeavour to release you once the Arbiter has left the transporter room." Josh thought about his comment for all of thirty seconds. There were various answers she could make ranging from "Under the articles of UFP I was under the impression that you were not allowed to make that comment to female staff Sir" to "Yeh, let me out of this monkey suit asap." NRPG: Just having a laugh with this nothing else intended. RPG: For once Josh chose to be diplomatic and merely smiled and thanked him. Rolling her eyes over to the Canceller beside her she shot her a quick grin. Just then the Bosun's whistle sounded and Josh, like everyone else, snapped to attention as their guests came aboard. The Captain began introducing his staff and when he came to Josh she simply smiled and offering up her right hand she spread her fingers in the time honoured Vulcan salute. "May you live long and prosper Arbitrer." Two seconds later the Arbriter had thanked her and moved on and Josh simply stood there waiting to be dismissed. (No reply needed) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge - CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1550) Josh had stopped by Sickbay to pick up the information she needed on her new guests and then made her way to the Observation Lounge. She had tried to slide into the room quietly so therefore she only nodded to the people already there and took a seat. Not at the back this time, she had already learned that lesson. So, sitting half way down she looked around surreptitiously. The first thing that struck her was something surprising. It was the obvious absence of the Captain's Yeoman. Shadow had been so self effacing that to be honest Josh had simply known she was there in the background but, to be honest, had paid little attention to her. Up until now, it seemed. No coffee or tea on the table, no biscuits, in fact, no nothing. ~Well~, Josh thought to herself, ~It's surprising what you miss when it's not there anymore.~ Making a note on her padd to at least bring something to drink with her next time Josh quietly sent out a prayer of thanks to Shadow for her previous efforts in that regard. (No reply needed. Just getting myself to the meeting.) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 1 - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1553) The Captain left the room with the Arbiter to discuss the future of the mission. Leaving the rest of his officers to receive the remaining two delegations. "Sir, the Arturians and the Meldovians are signaling their readiness for transport." the transporter tech spoke up. "How many are in each delegation?" T'Larah asked. "Three in each for six total." the tech said. T'Larah looked to Jono, "Simultaneous transport?" she asked, "Wouldn't want them to think that we favored one or the other by transporting them first." (Reply Jono) "Ready, sir, simultaneous transport." said the tech and immediately the six sentients in the two party group coalesced on the transporter pad. The three on the left were garbed in silver and black dress attire, the three on the right in nearly identical attire but in red and blue hues. The two in the center wore a white sash adorned with various bits of colored plastic-like enamel, arranged elaborately, telling of their higher station. The six as a whole had no hair to speak of, but where it would be was an elaborate 'crown' of bony protrusions, no two individuals had the same crown pattern. Both groups looked as if they obviously were a little surprised, but seemed to be in competition on who could rein in their reaction first, with no clear winner. (Reply Jono) The delegates seemed to race to respond to the FO, the ones in silver and black responded a hair earlier, cutting off the other. "I am Ambassador-General Morlors of the Arturians. It is a pleasure to be aboard such a fine vessel." he said his statement changing from hurried competition to a more formal and practiced tone. The sentient in red and blue, having lost the speed competition, decided to out eloquent his foe. He introduced himself in a more formal tone then the Ambassador-General managed. "I am Diplomat-Admiral Krakos, and my I say that I have not seen a finer vessel." (Reply Jono) "..and I am Lieutenant Sullivan, Second Officer and Chief Tactical Officer." T'Larah went on and introduced the remaining crew of the Rose to the delegation. Jono explained how the two tour groups, one of each delegation would be led by either Jono or T'Larah and would each take no more then half the honor guard to tour the vessel while the Captain and Arbiter discussed the upcoming mission. One group would start at the dorsal section and the other the ventral. Their groups would meet back in the observation lounge with the senior staff and the Captain and Arbiter to be briefed on the mission. (Reply Jono) T'Larah thought that this was going to be one of the most tense missions she'd faced yet. (reply any IYW) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 10, Transporter Room 1 - Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1554) ~Oh goody, a tour. I have scans that need… what am I saying? Scans can wait. This is diplomacy, and dammit, I am going to have to learn to enjoy it if I want more responsibilities.~ Dorian tugged slightly at his hem, waiting to be assigned to either party. Not that he was expected to say anything, of course. But the learning experience would be precious. ~And it's not like we've passed anything new within sensor range, from the logs I've had a chance to browse.~ Perking his chin up, he stood at attention, waiting for the tours to being, trying to appear as bright-eyed and eager as possible. Just getting out of the crowded transporter room would be good. ~Small pleasures, one at a time, enough to keep a balance, just like Epicurus said.~ (Reply any) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Transporter room 1 - FO - Lt. Jono Janeway, 1554.3) The arbiter was transporter aboard on the Captains command. It took a second for the arbiter too gain his senses back however once he did the Captain began introducing him to all of the staff; beginning with himself. "Please allow me to introduce you to my senior officers and key personnel." He turned to Jono. "This is my Acting First Officer Lieutenant Janeway." Ahmed said Jono skillfully maneuvered his hand into the vulcan 'V' salute and then said, "A pleasure, Arbiter". The man mirrored his salute and replied with "Mr. Janeway." and then moved on to be introduced with the rest of the crew. As the Captain finished introducing the officers he turned to Jono and asked him to relieve those officers which didnt need to be there for the meeting of the delegations. The captain then returned to the Arbiter and they moved out of the transporter room away towards the ready room. Jono turned to the officers, "Stand at ease." He said smiling. "You all have your orders. If you need to be here then stay. If you dont then please return to what you were doing beforehand. Dont forget the meeting however. I expect to see you all there." He said releasing those officers who didnt need to be there. As they left the room Jono turned back to the transporter chief and looked at him almost querying him with his eyes. "Sir, the Arturians and the Meldovians are signaling their readiness for transport." "How many are in each delegation?" T'Larah asked. "Three in each for six total." the tech said. T'Larah looked to Jono, "Simultaneous transport?" she asked, "Wouldn't want them to think that we favored one or the other by transporting them first." "Exactly what I was thinking. Transport both delegation in a Simultaneous transport when ready. Oh and make sure any weapons thy bring with them are disabled or kept in the buffers, at least for now." Jono said as he moved closer to the transporter platform like Ahmed had done before him. "Ready, sir, simultaneous transport." Both delegations were transported at the same time and both sides didnt seem to realise this until it had been too late. They both seemed to compete with each other on who could react the least, however niether side seemed to win. "Welcome aboard." Jono said moving forward slightly. "Its a pleasure to meet both delegations. I'm the First Officer, Lt. Janeway" Before Jono could turn around and introduce the rest of the crew to the delegations the Arturian diplomat cut of the diplomat from the Meldovians. "I am Ambassador-General Morlors of the Arturians. It is a pleasure to be aboard such a fine vessel." he said his statement changing from hurried competition to a more formal and practiced tone. The sentient in red and blue, having lost the speed competition, decided to out eloquent his foe. He introduced himself in a more formal tone then the Ambassador-General managed. "I am Diplomat-Admiral Krakos, and my I say that I have not seen a finer vessel." "Good to meet you both." Jono said keeping his face straight but smiling slightly on the inside. "Indeed the vessel is a great one. We hope that you will have an enjoyable stay on-board while we continue to help your predicament." Jono turned to T'Larah slightly as the delgations moved off the transporter padd. "..and I am Lieutenant Sullivan, Second Officer and Chief Tactical Officer." T'Larah then went on to introduce the staff in the transporter room to the delegation. Once she had finished, Jono cut in again. "We have planned a short tour of the ship for both delegations. One will be lead by myself and the other by Lt. Sullivan. It shouldnt take longer than 45 minutes to an hour. Once we have finished our tour we will be meeting the Captain and Arbiter T'Val in the observation lounge for a meeting. I would suggest any bags or luggage you may have you leave here and it will be delivered to your rooms. If Lt. Sullivan would be so kind to show the Artuirian delegation around the ship we will meet you back in the observation lounge. (Reply Sullivan) He nodded to Ro'Dal and her honour guard and then moved over to them as T'Larah began speaking with the delegations explaining the nature of the tour. "I need you to split your honour guard up, Lt. Half with one delegation half with the other. I want you and Ensign Raschen to split up as well. Both take lead of two halfs of the honour guard. I leave it up to the both of you which side you pick." He said with a slight wink. He moved back to the delegations quickly while the security officers quickl split up behind the delegation ready for departure. (Reply any mentioned) (Posted by Jono) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room 1 – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1555) "My Chief Security Officer, Ensign Raschen" the skipper had introduced Chance. With a slight bow of his head “Arbiter T’Val” Chance acknowledged T’Val in the same ‘matter of fact’ tone he had received from most every other Vulcan he had ever met in his (mis)adventures. "Chief of Security, I assume your job is rather monotonous on such a fine vessel." Realizing that the Arbiter had not asked a question, but rather a statement, “Indeed Arbiter” is what he said because quite frankly, he didn’t know what else to say. In the back of his mind Raschen thought ~yea buddy, you assume ~. Minutes later both delegations beamed aboard at the same time. After introductions were made chance could help thinking ~Ambassador-General Morlors and Diplomat-Admiral Krakos; sweet Jesus, the love their titles don’t they~. "I need you to split your honor guard up, Lieutenant. Half with one delegation half with the other; I want you and Ensign Raschen to split up as well.. Both take lead of two halves of the honor guard. I leave it up to the both of you which side you pick." Janeway said with a slight wink. Chance figured that the ‘Ladies First’ rule could be in play. With that in mind, he let her choose the delegation she went with; therefore he went with the other. (Reply any iyw) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge– CONN- Lieutenant Dralar- 1558) Dralar had been very careful to use his PADD to monitor the location and progress of the second diplomatic team. When needed he had slowed the progress of his own tour or moved things forwards slightly. The end result was the perfectly coordinated arrival of both delegations outside the Observation lounge at the same time. The perfect choreography was only the beginning of a now completely new set of complications as both of the senior diplomats, Arturian and Meldovian each insisted on their seniority, and therefore the right to enter the observation lounge preceding the other. On Skorria, Dralar had never seen such an occurrence and so was at a loss as to how to rectify the issue without insulting either party. As both the senior Diplomats argued the points of precedence, Dralar looked to Sullivan for a solution. "Any suggestions Mister Sullivan, the Skorr officer asked. (reply Sullivan) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge– 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1558.3) "Any suggestions Mister Sullivan?" the Flight Ops officer asked. T'Larah thought briefly, and in low tones she gave her answer, so as not to be overheard. "Perhaps a ruse is in order." (Reply Lt. Dralar) "Absolutely, we take them in through different entrances simultaneously, just like the beam in." (Reply Lt. Dralar) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge– CONN- Lieutenant Dralar- 1558.5) "Any suggestions Mister Sullivan?" the Skorr officer asked. "Perhaps a ruse is in order." "A Ruse?" Dralar asked in an equally low tone. He was not familiar with that particular word. "Absolutely, we take them in through different entrances simultaneously, just like the beam in." "I see." the Skorr replied, bobbing his head slightly in imitation of the human nodding action, which was a very awkward gesture for a Skorr, and resembled more of s series of short up-and-down jerks of the head. "I shall take the Diplomat Admiral to the entrance to the lounge from the Strategic Operations office. You can use this one. We shall enter simultaneously at 1603 hours." Dralar added in the closest thing to a whisper that the Skorr could manage. It made no difference as the two diplomats were shouting at each other loudly enough that they probably would have been unable to hear the sound of a discharging phaser if it happened within a few feet of them. (reply Sullivan) Dralar turned and spoke in a clear and concise voice. "Admiral Krokas, it appears that your presence has been requested at a very important meeting in the Strategic Operations Office. Would you please honor me with your presence there?" Krokas turned and smiled a smug grin at the Arturian Diplomat. It was a distinct action designed to provoke his Arturian counterpart. Fortunately Lieutenant Sullivan was prepared to speak with the Arturian Delegation. (reply Sullivan room for more) As Sullivan spoke with the other delegation, Dralar led Krokas and his people to the Strategic Operations Offices, originally designed for operational command coordination, the area had never been and was unlikely to be used in the future. The Skorr Ambassador was careful to control the speed of the delegations movement. It was vital at this stage that the two delegations arrive simultaneously. Dralar paused in front of the door leading to the observation lounge and gestured to it with one clawed hand. "The meeting is through here, Admiral. They are waiting for you even now." he said in his best diplomatic voice. Krokas stepped forward triggering the door, within milliseconds of the opposite door from the bridge sliding open to reveal the Arturian delegate. Neither men hesitated and both, in their rush to claim the highest honor between them, unintentionally stepped through the door into the lounge at exactly the same time. Neither wishing to appear to have been bested by the other said a word as they settled into their assigned seats, although Krokas gave Dralar a half-smile and a slight nod of his head. He realized that he had been fooled. Dralar nodded once then settled into his own seat and waited for the briefing to begin. (reply Sullivan, Any) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge– CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1600) Ahmed sat at the head of the table and watched as the last of the delegates finally settled into their seats. He could tell that there were going to be small petty arguments that would need to be settled between the two parties if there was ever going to be any chance of any civil conversation. He smiled and considered what the Arbiter had told him earlier in the ready room. That information was soon to be shared with his senior staff and the critical nature of the situation would soon be very apparent to everyone present including the delegates. ~Or at least I hope that's the case.~ Sheridan had arrived early as had Doctor Caskie and Ahmed was very pleased to see the two taking such a proactive roll in the mission. Both would be very critical to the success of the mission, albeit in different ways, and Ahmed was glad to see that they were taking the situation very seriously. (reply All at the briefing) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room One– Aide Metia Rone- 1605) Metia simply adored her job as the aide to the Vulcan Arbiter. T'val was an accomplished diplomat and a renowned orator. She had been only twenty when he had personally selected her to become his protégé. It was an honor that many others had come to despise her for. Metia materialized in the transporter room of the federation starship and nearly gasped at the sleek sexiness that the transporter room embodied. It's smooth sleek lines spoke of grace and ferocity, but a sensual sort of functionality as well. The slight dull pulsing lights on the transporter pad reminded her of those found in the most risqué halls of Meldovia, where as one of the 'guys' she had accompanied her fellow soldiers and diplomats on mission of sexual conquest and carousing. Her excitement over the nature of the mission was already apparent, and when she spotted the two humans waiting for her arrival, she blushed at the thought that she had been caught mentally revealing some sort of private fantasy. Of course she had thought of no fantasy in particular. But Tenda had whispered a few perverse 'suggestions' into her ear concerning the virility of Human males, which now seemed to well up out of the darker recesses of her psyche and paint themselves a slight lavender on her cheeks in the Meldovian version of a blush. She took a quick centering breath, pulled her eyes away from the man in a white dress uniform and forced herself to turn and look at the few crates and other pieces of luggage that the Arbiter preferred to take along. The young Deltan ran her fingers through her short blonde hair and quickly brought her urges under control. Unlike Deltans who served in Star Fleet, Deltan Diplomatic Corps members were not required to take the specialized drugs to help them control their sexuality. This was primarily because the Deltan Ministry of Diplomacy believed that sexual vigor was a tool that could be leveraged at the negotiating table just as well as Vulcan logic or human stubbornness. To curtail it would be to take away the most persuasive tool that the Deltan diplomat had at their disposal. Additionally, she was not the lead diplomat in this negotiation, and it was well known that T'val would be training Metia in the finer arts of Vulcan emotional control as well as logical thought. As a member of the diplomatic corps, she also was not required to shave her head as a reminder of vows taken concerning interaction with sexually immature species. The very fact that no such vows were offered to her, made the act of cutting one's hair moot. Having completed her breathing exercises and simultaneously ensuring that none of the Arbiter's personal effects were missing, Metia turned back to the two men waiting patiently for her to speak. "Hello," She said, her voice a soft sultry purr dripping of femininity. "I am Arbiter T'val's personal Aide. My name is Metia Rone. May I please have permission to board this ship?" (reply Sheridan) Metia smiled and stepped forward off the pad and towards the senior enlisted officer. He was handsome in a very rugged sort of way. She considered his age and decided that could only mean that he was an experienced man, which somehow managed to set her stomach fluttering. There was a shy smile and then Metia held out her soft, smooth skinned hand to the Senior Petty Officer. "It is a pleasure to meet you Sheridan." (reply Sheridan) Metia turned away from the intensity of his eyes and looked back at the Arbiter's personal items. ~Logic is the path to truth and understanding without the shroud of emotions.~ She thought to herself. She turned back to the Chief petty officer. "These are the Arbiter's personal items and should be taken to his quarters." She said with a soft passive authority. "Then if you'd be so kind as to show me to my quarters?" she said. (reply Sheridan, Any) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Pirate Fortress- Audience Chamber- Pirate Queen Morella- 1800) Morella sat comfortably in her Targosian Ivory Throne. The gold pressed latinum inlays were an immediate indicator of her wealth and affluence. And for those that did not recognize those material accruements as a sign of her power, the Orion Shifting blade sat across her lap, reflecting the strategic lighting that accentuated her womanly figure. The gold crystal luminescent columns lined the wall to either side of the audience chamber, granting a surreal golden light that gave everything an angelic gold reflection. The balancing white spotlights prevented the color from making her green skin look sickly or from detracting from the muscled beauty of her personal bodyguard. Twenty of the most ruthless and skilled Orion warriors that she could buy. They stood flanking her throne, the line weaving down the steps of the raised dais the throne sat upon and ending near the large Sybriun crystal double doors that separated her audience chamber from the rest of the fortress. Alinav, Morella's most loyal servant (due to the explosive bolt lodged in his brain), stepped onto the top tier of the dais and approached Morella's throne in a stance showing his subjugation to her. "Is he here?" She asked him "Yes, Mistress, but…." "…- but what Alinav?" Morella snapped. There was a slight pause until Morella dropped her gaze onto the form of her subject. The Betazed slave writhed for a moment in pain as his mistress activated the pain collar around his neck. It only lasted a second, but it was a powerful device that activated every pain receptor in an instant and filled the victim with an excruciating although very brief flood of unequivocal agony. Alinav shuddered as the pain ran it's course through his body. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails bit into his palm and drew blood. When the pain subsided he forced himself back into a more normal posture before rapidly answering his mistresses demanding question. "…But the slaver caused the prince some minor injury. Mistress." he finished, knowing that he was likely to receive another jolt of pain for his troubles. There was a moment in which Morella regarded him, then the corners of her lips crept upwards into a cruel smile. "Show the slaver and the Prince into the chamber. I want to speak with them both." There was no hesitation, Alinav immediately spun on his heels and rapidly made his way to the double doors. Two of Morella's bodyguard stepped forward and pulled open the massively heavy doors, aided by the inertial reduction bracelets that they wore. Without them, it would take two dozen of the strongest beings around to push or pull those doors open. Even with the devices, it took two of her strongest. The doors swung open as the two Orion males pulled them open fully. The Orion Slaver stood there, a despicable captain named Slargg, along with three of his crew and Prince Khamal. The Prince was shackled with ion cuffs at the wrists and ankles. Additionally he wore a pain collar around his neck. Alinav stepped forward and declared, "Morella, the most feared and ruthless of all pirates, Queen of the Morghast Fleet and Mistress of Agony, bids you welcome to her domain." With a flourish, Alinav stepped away from the doors and therefore the visitors to the hall and placed some distance between himself and them. Slargg stepped forward, with a great deal of confidence. Although an Orion male, it had been discovered that he was somehow immune to the effects of the natural pheromones that Morella and other females exuded. This made him a dangerous male, difficult to control and even more unpredictable. He had been useful to Morella in eliminating some of her female rivals over the years, but the Pirate Queen realized that when he failed to follow her orders to the letter, that it was as if a prized pet had bitten her. And once it tasted blood, it was never again safe. Morella stood, taking the shifting blade in her hand and walked toward the slave and the slaver with an easy confident gait. The sword handle was made of extinct Kagol Ivory and was fitted with a slit that runs entirely through it longitudally. There was a series of pressure sensitive membranes on the handle as well, carefully embossed with Orion sigils. The blade actually free floats through the handle, and slides through the slit, exiting out either end of the handle, up to it's full length. To stop the blade's sliding movement, Morella would apply pressure to any combination of the membranes which would create an exceptional amount of force against the flat of the blade and the blade would be locked in place. If the membrane was released, the blade would free float again. The sword bore a narrow very sharp two edged blade with a wickedly sharp point on either end; making it an effective weapon during hand-to-hand battles when used by a master swordsman. Morella was once such master and could use the weapon effectively against multiple opponents with a minimal amount of effort, letting the weight of the blade and the momentum of the shift do most of the work for her. As she walked, she allowed the blade to shift slightly from left to right, just enough to create the illusion of relaxed harmonic movement. With a single effortless flick of her wrist the blades shot out only to be locked into place just a very short distance from the prince's throat. "Welcome to my humble abode Prince Khamal." she offered cordially, you will be my guest here for a while." She pressed the flat of the blade against the bottom of the Prince's chin, lifting it so that she could see his left cheek clearly. The prince remained silent, he knew that he could not argue his way out of the situation. Morella turned to face the slaver. "Slargg, you have done well." "Yes Morella." he replied eagerly, "I have delivered the Prince to you exactly as you requested." Morella regarded him. "Not quite as required, Slargg." she replied evenly. "What do you mean?' the Orion Captain said in an accusatory tone. "You said unharmed and there he is, unharmed." "Wrong, he has a bruise on his left cheek." Morella said and watched Slargg. The Captain's face changed as he suddenly realized what was going to happen. He tried to take a step back and draw his disruptor from his hip holster at the same time. He had made quite a reputation for himself as a quick draw, but Morella was faster. Her wrist slid almost in perceptively, the blade picking up incredible momentum in it's nearly frictionless handle. The tip drove itself through Slargg's drawing hand, penetrating it completely, then continuing on through the handle of the disruptor and burying itself into his thigh. The Orion screamed as the blade bit into his flesh, he tried to step backwards, even as Morella was twisting her wrist to bring the blade back towards her and out the opposite side of the blade. She took a step forward as she locked the blade into place and in a single easy motion, carrying the potential energy of the already moving blade, she swept it in an arc. The blade bit into flesh and severed bone and nerves. The howl of pain turned into a short gurgle as Slargg stumbled backwards, his head tipped at an odd angle from his shoulders before plunging downward to the floor to land in a sickening thud. The body jerked then fell to the floor beside it, spilling the bright Orion blood of the once famous Pirate slaver onto the expensive stone floor tiles of the audience chamber. She turned towards the remaining two pirates, members of Slargg's crew. "You." she said flipping the blade forward into a pointer, resting against the soft flesh of one of the Orion's throats. "who are you?" she asked. "La…Lagmar, I was First officer" he replied, "now I am a humble servant awaiting instruction." he added for good measure. Morella smiled her wicked little smile. "You are now the captain of Slargg's old ship. Go and make me some money or join your captain." Lagmar did not hesitate, he took three steps back before turning and nearly sprinting from the room, the other Orion in tow. Morella looked at the Prince for a moment before speaking. "Clean up this mess and unshackle the Prince, he is royalty, much like myself. Treat him as a guest I do not trust but have need of. Show him to his quarters and place him under guard." Two members of her bodyguard moved immediately to carry out her orders. "I will speak with you later your highness." She added as the prince was led out of the audience chamber. (reply none) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Ten-Forward – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1830) As Chance sat at a corner table in the shadows drinking Ale as he just stared into nothingness; remembering back to when he was a privateer captain going by the pseudonym Chance Temerarious. It was during the Alliance-Syndicate War that Starfleet Intelligence ‘in order to preserve the sanctity and security of Federation interests’ sent privateers and mercenaries in to fight for both sides; 20% of which were Federation Irregular Forces (or FIF) vets, Chance being one of them, that fought in the last Cardassian-Federation war a couple of years earlier. Fleet Intel had Chance spend most of the war as a Blockade Runner for whichever side was losing at the time. Eventually the Orion’s mounted a devastating offensive that took them nearly all the way to the Ferenginar System itself. Chance was recalled back to Federation space along with several others. Over the next year or so, the tide of the war had drastically turned. When 6 syndicate strongholds came under siege simultaneously (one of which being Barakos IV) as part of the Alliance’s last large bid for victory. As Temerarious, Raschen went rogue and rushed to help defend Barakos. The Orion's named Chance captain of a corvette type ship. At the time Chance felt he had to aid the Orions; after all Barakos had become a second home to him. He had matured as a man inside the walls of the Treasure Chest Entertainment Complex. When he bought the Star Hawk from his family’s company, Impetuous Industries, after he graduated with his civilian Vessel Master’s license from Hardy-Knox University; it was inside the Complex that he was first referred to as ‘Captain’. Raschen noticed someone approaching his table in Ten Forward, so he sat up straight, as opposed to slouching, and saw who was staring at him. Indicated toward the chair across from him and asked “Care to join me?” (Reply any iyw) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Ten-Forward – ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - Day 2 – 1835) Dorian walked into the lounge, feeling a little emptied by the day. His shoulders slumped as he passed the threshold, loosening his collar. The bar wasn't crowded, so he got his double whisky-sour within a few seconds, smiled at the bar staff and turned around. He saw the Assistant Chief of Security, alone at a table. ~Heh, what the heck…~ He wasn't so far up above him that he couldn't socialize. He started toward him, circuitously. As he neared him, he caught his eye. "Care to join me?" "Sure, why not? I'm Dorian, and you're…? Enjoy the world of Tactics and Security?How did you end up on this ship?" (Reply Raschen) "I was actually supposed to major in Operations, but I don't think they saw me fitting on the bridge. I had good science grade way back in high school, but truth to tell, I hadn't even considered the branch until I got to use the equipment during a simulation. I could grasp the general concepts and visualize how it all integrates. Don't ask me to do math to save my life though…" Dorian felt bashful all of a sudden. He was probably boring his colleague to tears. "I suppose the following mission is going to involve you and your people a lot more than us nerds, right? I sure hope I get to head out of the ship from time to time." (Reply Raschen) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Ten Forward – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1837) "Care to join me?" Raschen asked the stranger. "Sure, why not? I'm Dorian, and you're…?” “I’m Chance; Chance Raschen” “Enjoy the world of Tactics and Security?” Chance thought about it for a second before saying “So far, it’s quieter than I expected compared to my first day onboard as an Ops officer.” “How did you end up on this ship?" ”I was transferred from the Dennison after being tossed into the brig for the third or forth time when I was an operations officer.” "I was actually supposed to major in Operations, but I don't think they saw me fitting on the bridge. I had good science grade way back in high school, but truth to tell, I hadn't even considered the branch until I got to use the equipment during a simulation. I could grasp the general concepts and visualize how it all integrates. Don't ask me to do math to save my life though…" Dorian seemed bashful all of a sudden. "I suppose the following mission is going to involve you and your people a lot more than us nerds, right? I sure hope I get to head out of the ship from time to time." Raschen looked at the science officer for a moment “It might be possible; what is your specialty?” (Reply Weaver) “What would you prefer to do?” Chance asked. (Reply Weaver) “Give me a little time to see what I can come up with; okay?” Raschen said as he looked the man over already trying to figure out how to put Dorian to use on an away team. (Reply Weaver) (Reply Weaver) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Ten Forward – ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - Day 2 - 1840) "Ok, wait, hold on a second... thrown in the brig that many times? For what? I heard Starfleet was grasping at straws to fill its positions, but you must have had an overzealous CO. I bet you've got very entertaining tales to tell." Just trying to imagine all the trouble Chance could have gotten himself into made his head spin. There was a certain trill to it, though. Dorian had never really known anyone with serious offences on their records, well, not that he was aware of anyway. Raschen looked at the science officer for a moment “It might be possible; what is your specialty?” "I did a double major. My first one was geology & topography, while my second one was stellar physics. I have to admit though, that the first one was really just an excuse to spend days hanging off cliff walls or hiking through the uncivilized countryside. I'd log that as field work, and use the survival techniques they showed us as much as possible. Kept me lean enough." “What would you prefer to do?” Chance asked. "Well, I'm a rather good pilot, and I've got my certifications as a search and rescue mountaineer. I know it's going to take a while before they let me touch a craft in a mission, and a lot of people tend to see me as "delicate" because of the leg. But I'm as good as any other junior here." “Give me a little time to see what I can come up with; okay?” Raschen said as he looked the man over already trying to figure out how to put Dorian to use on an away team. "Hey, we're just talking, right? It's not like I'm asking any favours, I'm just saying some of us never really fit in a simple little box. I'm sure with your experience, you know what I'm talking about. I suck at shooting though. Dead honest." He paused for a few seconds. "It's nice to meet you, by the way. You don't seem as cut and dry and "uptight" as the instructors made starship duty sound. That's good." (Reply Raschen) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Xanadu Gothos - Master Bedroom Suite - Captain Dogface Doyle O'Banyan – 2200) Three coded personal transmissions woke Doyle O'Banyan from a deep, satisfying sleep. Three large holoscreens opened halfway down the great expanse of his sensor-proofed and blast-secured bedroom wall. ~Ah, the happy sound of bars and bars of gold pressed latinum, new exotic drugs and new slaves to own, trade or sell back to their grateful families.~ Doyles' green eyes had been genetically altered for night vision, so it was unnecessary to bring up the glow globes in the holosuite to even partial illumination. It was bright enough, and also useful to protect Dogface's identity from those agencies who wished to have him arrested, killed or worse. Since each of the screens had its own frequency, O'Banyan recognized the identities of his three subordinates, who were hailing him from the edge of Orion Space. The scarred, hard featured image of an Andorian captain was first on screen. A Bolian male captain appeared next. A saucy, blond, green-eyed, young teen Earther girl appeared last. The Andorian male was Var Tok Ree, Dogface's most aggressive, ruthless and successful slaver. There was nothing much else to say about the blue skinned, cold hearted privateer. Captain Delina, the Bolin male, was his most charming and intelligent of smugglers. He had an incredible knack for talking his way out of trouble. The pudgy, pink skinned Bolian had vast aplomb for luring naïve, desperate beings into using his spiffed up star freighter to escape from places they didn't want to be, only to awake in the slave pens at Xanadu Gothos. The Earther, Judith Wilson, was not a ship's captain per se, but the rangy, hard boiled teenager was one of Doyle's most valuable operatives. Star ship pilot, thief, computer ICE breake, maybe part hooker, Ms Judith had an uncanny way of getting all sorts of unauthorized intel from inside and outside of Orion space. Snoop and scoundrel extraordinaire, she had helped Doyle acquire new technology born of weird science breakthroughs. Those acquisitions had kept him alive, and kept his trading company prosperous, for the last decade or so. "Captain Var Tok Ree, Captain Delina and Informant Wilson," Doyle O'Banyan exclaimed jovially. "Your promptness is slightly inconvenient, but also quite welcome. Report how you've used my ships to profit us all?" (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------