Compile#1 June 01-07 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Letters of Marques Day 1 Stardate: 2408.02.16 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - ATAC Ensign V'Shera (jg) – 1049) (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1052) (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office – ATAC Ensign V'Shera - 1053) (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1054) (USS Rosenante – Ready Room– CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid-1402) (USS Rosenante – Ready Room - ATAC Ensign V'Shera (jg) -1404) (USS Rosenante – Ready Room - ATAC Ensign V'Shera (jg) – 1408) ********************************************** Mission: Letters of Marques Day: 2 Stardate: 2408.02.17 Compile Summary ( U.S.S. Rosenante - Captain's ready room - CEO - Lt. Bird - 1002) (USS Rosenante – Ready Room– CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1003) ( U.S.S. Rosenante - Captain's ready room - CEO - Lt. Bird - 1004) ( U.S.S. Rosenante - Main Engineering - CEO - Lt. Bird - 1515) ( U.S.S. Rosenante - Main Engineering - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1520) (USS Rosenante - Science Lab 2 - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1526) (USS Rosenante - Deck Science Lab 2 - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1528) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge– CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1549.5) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge– Sr. OPS NCO - SCPO Phil Sheridan- 1551) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – ATAC Ensign V'Shera (jg) – 1552) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – Engineer Ensign T'Kron – 1554) (USS Rosenante, Corridor – OPS Ensign Smith / MCO Lieutenant Smith- 15.55) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – ATAC Ensign V'Shera – 1556) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1559) (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room One– Aide Metia Rone- 1600.2) (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room One– OPS Senior NCOIC- SCPO Phil Sheridan - 1601) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge - Senior OPS NCO - SCPO Phillip Sheridan - 1601.5) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – ATAC Ensign V'Shera (jg) – 1602) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge - CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1602.5) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge - Sr OPS NCO SCPO Phillip Sheridan - 1603) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge - CMO, Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1603.5) (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge – OPS Ensign Smith / MCO Lieutenant Smith- 16.04) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge– CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1605) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1605.5) (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal – 1606) (USS Rosenante - Deck 1, Observation Lounge - ACSO - Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1607) (USS Rosenante – VIP Quarters– Aide Metia Rone- 1625) (Xanadu Gothos – Master bedroom, Captain Doyle O'Banyan – 2205) ********************************************** Mission: Letters of Marques Day 3 stardate: 2408.02.18 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante, Tradewinds, Aide Momat Bettan- 1700) (USS Rosenante – Tradewinds – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1705) (USS Rosenante - Tradewinds - Sr OPS NCO - SCPO Sheridan - 1706) (USS Rosenante – Brig– aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1835) (USS Rosenante - Brig- Sr OPS NCO - SCPO Phillip Sheridan - 1836) ********************************************** Mission: Letters of Marques Day 4 stardate: 2408.02.19 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante, Deck 4 Astrometrics Lab - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 0800) (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - ATAC Ensign V'Shera (jg) – 1044) (USS Rosenante, Deck 4 Astrometrics Lab - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1600) (USS Rosenante – Main Engineering – Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 1604) ( U.S.S. Rosenante - Main Engineering - CEO's Office - CEO - Lt. Bird - 1605) ********************************************** Mission: Letters of Marques Day 5 stardate: 2408.02.20 (USS Rosenante, Bridge, CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 0400) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - ATAC Ensign V'Shera (jg) – 1049) Speaking of personal reservations about not having any direct combat experience, Lt. T'Larah both reassured and redirected V'Shera's embarrassed mind to the tactical benefits of three dimensional chess.. After listening to Lt.. Sullivan extol practical virtues of 3D chess, V'Shera stated that she'd only thought of the gasme as an applied logic exercise.. Apologetically, V'Shera stated she hadn't considered 3DC in regard to the Great Sickness of War, because of the wholly illogical, irrational component of the aggressive, genocidal madness itself. V'Shera further stated that, after this meeting, she would devote at least two hours of her off duty hours practicing 3DC, half time against the Roes' crew members and the other half against the huge ship's chess playing sub-routine. By playing 3DC both ways, V'Shera stated the hope that she could insight into both the intuitive/irrational and logical aspects of the game.. It was at this point in their interview that Lt. Sullivan asked V'Shera about the kinds and levels of the martial arts she had practiced. Assuming the Lt. Sullivan's question referred to both on and off Vulcan, V'Shera proceeded to tell T'Larah of her tenth degree sashes in both Tel'Sha and Pressure Point Manipulation, including nerve pinch. On Earth, and with Star Fleet defense training, V'Shera also talked about her devastating mastery in the fluid arts of Thi Che, Aikido and Judo. V'Shera also mentioned a more that passing contact with the French Art of Kick Boxing, called Savate' (Reply Lt. T'Larah Sullivan, IYW) (Posted by Jim McCrary). --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1052) T'Larah listened to her junior officer's extensive training in the martial arts, of two different worlds. Tai Chi, Akido, Judo, Savate', topping off the Terran counter parts, Tel'Sha, pressure point manipulation and of course, Taroon-Ifla the famous Vulcan nerve pinch. She wanted to do a personal evaluation, and despite her size, with V'Shera's extensive training in Terran passive martial arts, she would be a good candidate for Ponn-Ifla training. While that was not the particular Martial art the T'Larah studied the most while at the VIDA, she knew enough of the passive Vulcan martial art to get Ensign V'Shera started, learning the basics. If she desired more she could always find a master or request a temporary duty assignment to the Vulcan Institute for Defensive Arts. "Ensign, I would like to schedule a personal evaluation to put in your file. I believe your skills would make you an excellent candidate for Ponn-Ifla training. Would you like that?" T'Larah inquired. (Reply Ensign V'Shera) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office – ATAC Ensign V'Shera - 1053) As V'Shera was talking, she could see Lt. Sullivan considering her thoughtfully. V'Shera was curious about her thoughts but did not expect to hear Lt Sullivan's next words. "Ensign, I would like to schedule a personal evaluation to put in your file. I believe your skills would make you an excellent candidate for Ponn-Ifla training. Would you like that?" T'Larah inquired. "Yes I would, Sir," said V'Shera. "I would be honored to train under your guidance or anyone you might recommend. When would it be convenient for us to begin, or should I begin training with a holodeck simulation?" (Reply T'Larah Sullivan) "For this upcoming mission what will my particular assignment be?" (Reply T'Larah Sullivan) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1054) "Yes I would, Sir," said V'Shera. "I would be honored to train under your guidance or anyone you might recommend. When would it be convenient for us to begin, or should I begin training with a holodeck simulation?" "When is your physical training allotted for?" T'Larah inquired. (Reply Ensign V'Shera) "Then tomorrow at that time. Meet me in holodeck 2." she said, a simple answer to a simple question. "For this upcoming mission what will my particular assignment be?" "Your assignment for the upcoming mission, will be accompanying Lieutenant Janeway's team in a covert intelligence gathering away party. The finer details have not been assigned yet. When they are decided, we will forward all information to the work station in your quarters," she explained. (Reply Ensign V'Shera) "If you have no further inquiries you are dismissed to your regular duty shift." she finished. (Reply Ensign V'Shera) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Ready Room– CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid-1402) "Please sit down ensign, And sit at ease, this is not an inquisition." Ahmed stated. Seating herself as ordered, V'Shera said, "Thank you Captain. In light the urgency of the task facing your ship, I'm gratified that you've made time for a simple ensign," "I make time for every member of my crew, whether they are a crewman or my first officer. If they feel they need to speak to me, the least I can do is make the time for them to see me." Ahmed replied before continuing, "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." "I concur that such a course of action is quite logical Sir." V'Shera replied. 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." "You are an excellent commander, captain," V'Shera said. "You are not afraid to ask the hard questions, seem willing to listen and expect the truth. I can do nothing less for you, Sir." "I appreciate that ensign." Ahmed answered neutrally. "From my immediate family's point of view," V'Shera started, "I was their embarrassing child. My very proudly logical parents continue to describe me as their "edgy" daughter. " V'Shera paused a moment to gather herself before proceeding onward. "I was always stronger and several inches taller than all my female peers. I matured quickly and was a more physical child, teen and adult than other Vulcans of my respective age. Where my other Vulcan peers were learning the mental disciplines of logic and reasons, I was into the physical disciplines of body building, motion, exercise and marital arts." "An unusual choice considering the Vulcan norm." Ahmed commented off-handedly. "Though I am fairly grounded in logic and the telepathic arts, I also have an interest in the intuitive side of living consciousness. I see both logic and intuition as equal valuable mental tools in given problem situations. I see deductive reason as logically based, On the other hand, inductive reasoning seems based on non-logical, even unconscious, factors, inspiration and the like... Vulcan has prospered under the rule of Order and Logic, while other cultures, human and otherwise, have prospered based on a synergistic mix of both logic and non-logical elements. It is these latter elements I wish to study on a participatory basis, Sir." "Go on…" he said. "While my observations about the interplay between logic and non-logical were within the Vulcan IDIC philosophy, they were not tolerated well by my parents and society that shirred and trained them. Especially in light of my eventual failure, which was fore doomed, to achieve Kholinar It was my failure at the achieving Kholinar that led to my self-exile from Vulcan and joining Star Fleet." There seemed to be a sense of loss that came from the Vulcan officer. It was almost tangible. "I think perhaps exile is harsh word. It has always been difficult for any species to accept those that do not conform to their social norms. In Human history and well as Vulcan, those same individuals have turned out to be the most brilliant of their species. Think of it as an educational exodus, transitioning from one school of philosophical thought to another. I am of the understanding that not all Vulcans achieve Kholinar. You are hardly the first and are therefore not an aberration but a statistical scarcity in that respect." She looked at him for a moment before continuing. "Why am I in Star Fleet?" V'Shera asked the question rhetorically, to formalize her coalescing thoughts. "I am here, because I have the greatest opportunity to study not only the expanding galaxy, but to participate in a great adventure with the best and brightest collective of individuals in all of the Alpha Quadrant. I also came to Star Fleet for personal acceptance, which was mine no longer on Vulcan." "I choose Tactical because that is what my mind, body and, yes, heart are best suited to do. And, while I do not always bring cold, rationality to my current duty station, I do pledge to deliver other personal virtues associated the highest ideals of Vulcan; honesty, honor, courage, duty and the quest for peace and order." "I apologized for my rambling, somewhat unorganized, speech, Captain Salid." V'Shera apologized, with her head almost bowed. "There is no need to apologize Ensign. I asked you a very personal question and asked you to be frank. I hardly think that you should apologize for fulfilling my request. I have an eclectic crew. They are skilled and have interesting histories of their own. I think that you might well find that you belong here, more than you might anywhere else. All I ask is that you do your duty and that is to say to do what you know to be right when the decision has to be made. Nothing else." (reply V'Shera) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Ready Room - ATAC Ensign V'Shera (jg) -1404) Captain Salid accepted her PADD and gave a quick, and apparently through, read. V'Shera was surprised to see such a feat of apparent speed reading from an otherwise normally appearing human being. V'Shera reminded herself. that even untrained minds were often endowed with impressive, if not savant, mental abilities Thise thoughts flashed through V'Shera's mind. in an instant, as Captain Salid said, "Please sit down ensign, And sit at ease, this is not an inquisition." Seating herself as ordered, V'Shera said, "Thank you Captain. In light the urgency of the task facing your ship, I'm gratified that you've made time for a simple ensign," (Reply Captain Salid, IYW) "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." "I concur that such a course of action is quite logical Sir." V'Shera replied, her fined tuned Vulcan mind functioning almost on autopilot now. Captain Salid paused for a moment. ~Had my response surprised him? Or was he simply gathering his thoughts before speaking further,~ V'Shera wondered. V'Shera was still wondering when Captain Salid spoke again. "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." "You are an excellent commander, captain," V'Shera said. "You are not afraid to ask the hard questions, seem willing to listen and expect the truth. I can do nothing less for you, Sir." (Reply None) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Ready Room - ATAC Ensign V'Shera (jg) – 1408) "From my immediate family's point of view," V'Shera started, "I was their embarrassing child. My very proudly logical parents continue to describe me as their "edgy" daughter. " V'Shera paused a moment to gather herself before proceeding factually onward. "I was always stronger and several inches taller than all my female peers. I matured quickly and was a more physical child, teen and adult than other Vulcans of my respective age. Where my other Vulcan peers were learning the mental disciplines of logic and reasons, I was l into the physical disciplines of body building, motion, exercise and marital arts. (Reply Captain Salid, IYW) "Though I am fairly grounded in logic and the telepathic arts, I also have an interest in the intuitive side of living consciousness. I see both logic and intuition as equal valuable mental tools in given problem situations. I see deductive reason as logically based, On the other hand, inductive reasoning seems based on non-logical, even unconscious, factors, inspiration, .inspiration and the like.. Vulcan has prospered under the rule of Order and Logic, while other cultures, human and otherwise, have prospered based on a synergistic mix of both logic and non-logical elements. It is these latter elements I wish to study on a participatory basis, Sir." (Reply Captain Salid, IYW) "While my observations about the interplay between logic and non-logical were within the Vulcan IDAC philosophy, they were not tolerated well by my parents and society that shirred and trained them. Especially in light of my eventual failure, which was fore doomed, to achieve Ko'linar It was my failure at the achieving Ko'Linar that led to my self exile from Vulcan and joining Star Fleet." V'Shera finished her home world reminiscences with a heavy heart and an almost clutching sensation in her throat. (Reply Captain Salid, IYW) "Why am I in Star Fleet?" V'Shera asked the question rhetorically, to formalize her coalescing thoughts. "I am here, because I have the greatest opportunity to study not only the expanding galaxy, but to participate in a great adventure with the best and brightest collective of individuals in all of the Alpha Quadrant. I also came to Star Fleet for personal acceptance, which was mine no longer on Vulcan." ~My ancient ancestors once said that, "the sharpest blades are those that are well tempered with adversity,~ V'Shera thought to herself. "I choose Tactical because that is what my mind, body and, yes, heart. are best suited to do. And, while I do not always bring cold, rationality to my current duty station, I do pledge to deliver other personal virtues associated the highest ideals of Vulcan; honesty, honor, courage, duty and the quest for peace and order." "I apologized for my rambling, somewhat unorganized, speech, Captain Salid." V'Shera apologized, with her long, ovalar head almost bowed. (Reply Captain Salid, IYW) (Posted by Jim MCrary) ********************************************** ( U.S.S. Rosenante - Captain's ready room - CEO - Lt. Bird - 1002) " You wished to see me cap'n " " Indeed I did Paul " replied the captain , " Have a seat . I have something I'd like your opinion on ? " As he crossed to the offered chair , Paul noticeably relaxed ~ First name , that's gotta be a good sign , along with the question ~ . As he sat , the captain continued , I've been thinking back to when I was chief Engineer on the Nimitz , 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 ? " Paul cracked a large grin ~ A kindred spirit ~ " I 100% know what you are saying and feel the exact same way . " " I thought as much . 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 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 . " Paul was a little stunned at what was being said , and was a little slow in answering , " I'd feel much more comfortable in engineering than on the bridge , but what you say is true , I should spend more time up there , before I start feeling ' Isolated ' . Plus , I've started thinking about perhaps moving into command and this will , I think give me a better idea of weather that's a reasonable course ." ( Reply Salid ) ( Posted by Paul ) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Ready Room– CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1003) Paul seemed a little surprised at Ahmed's suggestion and the Captain wondered if he had somehow given the Chief engineer the impression that he was in any way displeased with the junior officer's performance. "I'd feel much more comfortable in engineering than on the bridge, but what you say is true, I should spend more time up there, before I start feeling 'Isolated.' Plus, I've started thinking about perhaps moving into command and this will, I think give me a better idea of whether that's a reasonable course." Ahmed nodded. "I think it would definitely help you grasp all the intricacies that make a starship work. There is most assuredly a different method to commanding a ship than there is to running an engineering department." he added. "Besides if you decide to try for command, shift time served on the bridge will help you make your bridge certification hours." (reply Bird) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- ( U.S.S. Rosenante - Captain's ready room - CEO - Lt. Bird - 1004) The captain nodded and replied " I think it would definitely help you grasp all the intricacies that make a starship work . There is most assuredly a different method to commanding a ship than there i to running an engineering department . Besides if you decide to try for command , shift time on the bridge will help you make your bridge certification hours . " " Then I will start tomorrow , it will be good I think to have the experience . " ~ and to be in the thick of it , should things happen ~ . ( Reply Salid ) " Very good Sir " , said Paul , rising to his feet and heading for the door " I wont let you down " . ( Reply Salid ) ( Posted By Paul ) --------------------------------------------------------------------- ( U.S.S. Rosenante - Main Engineering - CEO - Lt. Bird - 1515) Paul had not long been back in engineering , and had certainly not yet changed out of his dress uniform , when he spied T'Larah and her party entering . ~ show time ! ~ . Putting on his best smile he crossed quickly to the visitors , keeping an eye out for Carol , who had an unfortunate way of making this visits ' Interesting ' ~ she's not around , good ~ . He reached the group just as T'Larah said " will now turn the tour over to our subject matter expert." " Thank you Lt . " Paul then turned to the visitors and forced upon them his largest friendliest smile " Welcome to the heart of the latest most technologically advanced ship of the fleet . Now just follow me here and we will start with the ships drive . The Spiral drive is the next step in the advancement of warp technology .................... " . The tour around the engine went smoothly and well , Paul thought , except at one point he realised he was losing his audience and cut back on the technical mumbo-jumbo . After answering the few questions , he handed the party back to T'Larah " The Lt. will now continue your tour , thank you . " Her he nodded to his fellow officer . ( Reply T'Larah , None ) He smiled as he noticed the other group of visitors entering the room . A smile which soon faded as he spotted a certain crewman seemingly appear from no where and approach the group . ~ oh no , What's she up to ~ , he hustled towards the newcomers . ( Reply None ) ( Posted By Paul ) --------------------------------------------------------------------- ( U.S.S. Rosenante - Main Engineering - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1520) " The Lt. will now continue your tour , thank you . " Lt. Bird finished. "Thank you Lieutenant, Arturians, our next stop will be Science Lab 2, if you will follow me to the turbo lift." she invited them cordially. The Arturians meandered their way onto the lift, T'Larah and the honor guard followed suit. The group packed into the lift almost like sardines. T'Larah remembered an event that her father took her to as a child, something called a "circus". One of the things she remembered vividly was a seemingly impossible number of individuals in brightly colored even garish outfits all fitting into a small ground vehicle fitted with an internal combustion engine. ~I think that comparing them to clowns would be a bad diplomatic move at this juncture.~ She thought as she wisely chose to keep her mouth shut. (Reply any delegation) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Science Lab 2 - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1526) T'Larah approached the outside of the Science Lab, this would be the one section that the delegates would not get immediate access to with out clearing it through the department. Delegations be damned, she didn't want their intrusion interrupting or possibly delaying sensitive work that may never be able to be duplicated. She knew from watching her mother work that sometimes, in science, timing is everything. ".. the actual name of this comes from a literary work from Earth, by a writer named Cervantes..." One of the delegates interrupted, "Lieutenant that is a Spanish name, correct?" "... yes, the name is Spanish, the character was the loyal and steadfast steed of a fictional Earth warrior named Don Quixote, his loyal companion's honor and perseverance, qualities wanted in any ship or crew, is why the ship was named. On your right there are several sets of large transparent aluminum windows, you can observe many of the experiments that are currently in progress. Our science subject matter expert, who has been with us this entire lengthy tour, Ensign Weaver, if you'd care to talk about some of the experiments currently running," the end was addressed as a polite statement rather then a question. (Reply Ensign Weaver) As Mister Weaver had the floor, T'Larah took the opportunity to check with the head of Chief Science Officer, "Lieutenant Sullivan to science lab 2, who is the highest ranking scientist on duty at this present time?" (Reply Science Officer) "Very well, Ensign, are there any experiments, running currently that would prevent the tour group from coming in and taking a closer look? Health, well fare, safety and operational security are the paramount concerns." (Reply Science Officer) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck Science Lab 2 - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1528) ...Ensign Weaver, if you'd care to talk about some of the experiments currently running," the end was addressed as a polite statement rather then a question. "Thank you, lieutenant." Dorian flushed a little bit. "As I seem to recall, we had cleared the labs from such delicate experiments just in case. Astrometrics is compiling a stellar drift chart right now, the holographic display is absolutely stunning. Stellar physics has a collection of samples of gases collected by the Ramscoop on the way here, that might be interesting as well. Other experiments would be, I'm afraid, a little lackluster." Too much technobabble? Just enough? It was hard to tell sometimes. Keeping it under a minute of speech was generally a good idea. It would certainly not do to seem pedantic. "My superiors might be aware of other interesting procedures we have running, however." ~...and take a bow. Exit young prodigal, Enter the professionals.~ (Reply Lt. Sullivan, any delegation) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge– CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1549.5) Ahmed and Arbiter T'val both assumed their seats and regarded each other silently. In some strange way it almost reminded him of a staring match that he may have played as a child. It was in fact more likely a form of mutual assessment; a way of judging the character and attributes of the other. This was conducted much like the manner that one would regard a stone while it was stationary. Perhaps as a manner to judge it's weight or geologic composition. The officers began to arrive and Ahmed nodded at each of them as they cam into the room. Sheridan was his usual affable self and Ahmed was glad to see the senior NCO had decided to stay in the service despite the fact that the Nimitz had been destroyed. Ahmed allowed his mind to wonder about the other officers he had served with on the ill-fated starship. Bruce, McDermott, Jackson, Lemar, Sash, Kildare. Of them he knew only that McDermott had become a first officer somewhere in the fleet, Bruce had resigned her commission and returned to Betazed while Jackson, Sash, Kildare and Lemar had moved to the Hades. Ahmed allowed a slight smile to flit across his face as he remembered Debbie Weston and her stubborn displays. She had always been an excellent engineer, even if her interpersonal skills weren't up to the same level of excellence. He was about to admonish himself for having such a thought, after all he had failed just as much in their relationship as she had, choosing his career over her, when Sheridan spoke. "Captain, Arbiter" he said in greeting. "Chief." Ahmed replied before Sheridan took a seat next to Doctor Caskie. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge– Sr. OPS NCO - SCPO Phil Sheridan- 1551) Phil Sheridan had taken a seat by Dr Caskie and remained quiet as the CO, CAPT Salid began his briefing. The two delegations had already started squabbling like two little, spoiled brats would. His head shook in disgust at the memory. Sheridan smiled as the Captain put at end to that by his stating " However, if you have any petty requests, unwarranted complaints, asinine requirements or other such things that are designed to antagonize, irritate, or nettle your diplomatic counterparts, know right here and now, that they will not be fulfilled in the slightest degree." ~ A CO with some guts~ Phil thought. Sheridan listened as Ahmed continued. The delegations didn't like the CO's statements but could not argue with it or if they did, they'd be inside some very nice quarters for the mission's duration. (reply: any/none) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – ATAC Ensign V'Shera (jg) – 1552) Ensign V'Shera was a few minutes early for Captain Salid's briefing. Only knowing most of the senior officers by the single time they had been together in the transporter room, V'Shera experienced a non-Vulcan twinge of discomfort about just going over and sitting down by someone which she had no real familiarity. Her first polite and unobtrusive Vulcan response was to simply select an unoccupied chair, sit down and wait for the observation lounge to fill up. V'Shera rejected that passive idea immediately. Getting her personal quarters organized, familiarizing her self with her duty station and interviewed by both CTAC Sullivan and Captain Salid had left V"Shera no time socialize with anybody new. V'Shera was determined not to let that personal oversight happen again. Waiting for the next single officer to enter the lounge, V'Shera raised herself up to her full imposing height, walked gracefully over to the nearest replicator, ordered herself a Vulcan beverage and walked to meet him. As they drew closer to each other she said, "Hello, my name is V'Shera and I'm new to the Rose. What's your name?" (Reply Any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – Engineer Ensign T'Kron – 1554) "Hello, my name is V'Shera and I'm new to the Rose. What's your name?" T'Kron's attention had been focused on his PADD. Hearing a low voice speaking to him, he glanced up……and up some more. He saw a dark skinned face with sculptured Vulcan features towering in front of him. He raised an eyebrow in mild astonishment and noting her rank, he returned her greeting and raised his hand in the Vulcan salutation. "Peace and long life, Ensign V'Shera. I am Ensign T'Kron," said T'Kron. "When did you arrive on board the ship?" (Reply V'Shera, any) "I have been assigned with this many of this crew since before the Champlain was destroyed. Some have come and gone since then. I have worked extensively in Engineering with Chief Paul Bird." (Reply V'Shera, any) "The Rosenante is a fascinating ship," T'Kron stated. "I find the ship agreeable and I trust that you will find your duties challenging. Our current mission may give you much to do with keeping the delegates from brawling with each other on our decks. From what I have seen of them, they appear to be share ill concealed hostility toward each other." (Reply V'Shera, any) (Posted by Sheila Mayer) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Corridor – OPS Ensign Smith / MCO Lieutenant Smith- 15.55) Robert looked at Kenneth as they walked along the corridor towards the observation lounge. “Nice marine honour guard by the way.” Kenneth nodded. “Thanks. “Do you get them for weddings and parties?” Kenneth gave him a side ways glance. “You don’t get invited to weddings and parties.” Robert just shook his head and gave a slight grin. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – ATAC Ensign V'Shera – 1556) "Peace and long life, Ensign V'Shera. I am Ensign T'Kron," said the engineer. "When did you arrive on board the ship?" V'Shera returned T'Kron's salute and said, "Live long and prosper. This is my first duty assignment since I have graduated from the Academy a standard Earth month ago. I arrived yesterday." "I have been assigned with many of this crew since before the Champlain was destroyed," said T'Kron. "Some have come and gone since then. I have worked extensively in Engineering with Chief Paul Bird." "I was still in the Academy when Doenitz Civil War concluded. I regret that I was not part of ending his insanity," said V'Shera. "The Rosenante is a fascinating ship," T'Kron stated. "I find the ship agreeable and I trust that you will find your duties challenging. Our current mission may give you much to do with keeping the delegates from brawling with each other on our decks. From what I have seen of them, they appear to be share ill concealed hostility toward each other." "I agree with your assessment," said V'Shera solemnly. "Judging from what I have seen of both sides, the Rosenante must succeed in liberating Prince Angkor. This may be one madness I can help stop." She gestured toward some empty chairs. "Would you care to join me for the briefing?" At his nod, they moved to a pair of empty seats and sat down to wait. (Reply any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1559) "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." "..and I the Ambassador General, at exactly 1603 hours." she said. Dralar took the lead and started his piece in the not so cleaver but hopefully effective ruse. "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, and it did the General blurted up in an angry growl of outrage. "WHY DOES HE GET TO SEE THE CAPTAIN BEFORE ME?! I DEMAND TO SEE THE COMMANDER OF THIS VESSEL !" his yes-man toadies followed their leader's example. Starting their own uproars. "IN-JUSTICE!" cried one. "OUTRAGE, PREJUDICE!" hollered the other. In the calm and serene manner that Vulcans are famous for, T'Larah responded. "General, I do not know who they are going to see, but they are not going to see the Captain, right now." ~Not a lie, they will see the Captain and Arbiter at the same time.~ "What?!" asked the older man. "What I mean to say is that the Captain is not in the SO Office, he is in the lounge with the Arbiter. Who ever is in the SO Office, it is not the Captain." she said stoically. The older and also much larger man let out a great belly laugh. "HA HA HA! So you Starfleet types really DO know how to spot true greatness and intelligence." ~Apparently so.~ The General went on at length about the superior nature of the Arturian "race" and how they were obviously the better of the two. "So as you see the being the first to colonize another world....." he began, but was interrupted by the Lieutenant, "General sorry to intrude, but the Captain is ready to see you, now." she said and escorted the Arturian delegation through the entrance and both Ambassador and Diplomat crossed their respective thresholds at the exact instant when the Chronograph struck 1603. They both shot daggers at each other with their eyes. (Reply Captain Salid, Arbiter, Dralar [if appropriate]) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room One– Aide Metia Rone- 1600.2) Metia noted the older NCO staring at her. And while it was a natural response among the males of certain species it did not mean that it made her any less self-conscious. "Permission granted - welcome aboard - I am Senior Chief Petty Office Phillip Sheridan" he replied to her request to board. "It is a pleasure to meet you Mister Sheridan." she cooed He smiled at her, "" Please call me Phil in non-official situations ok?" She smiled back at him, then turned away from his view and regarded the Ambassador's luggage. "Thank you Phil, " she replied, " you may call me Metia. 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. "I will see that the Arbiter's items are taken to the Arbiter's quarters. I would be glad to show you to your quarters" Phil replied. The older man accessed a computer panel after that, then turned back to her. "Please follow me Metia" and Sheridan lead the way out of the Transporter area. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room One– OPS Senior NCOIC- SCPO Phil Sheridan - 1601) Phil waited for the aide named Metia Rone to materialize as it had become his task to provide support for the Arbiter and entourage. The young Deltan materialized - Phil had been glad that the medical types 'suggested' a suppressant to lower the effects of Deltan women. Even with the suppressant, Sheridan could feel a strong attraction to the Deltan. The aide spoke to Phil ""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?" Catching himself staring, Chief Sheridan replied "Permission granted - welcome aboard - I am Senior Chief Petty Office Phillip Sheridan" he replied. (reply: Metia) Phil smiled and asked her " Please call me Phil in non-official situations ok?". (reply: Metia) After a bit of a pause, Metia spoke further. "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. "I will see that the Arbiter's items are taken to the Arbiter's quarters. I would be glad to show you to your quarters" Phil replied. Phil stepped to a near by computer access panel and type din some quick instructions. He thought it wise to have the arbiter's things moved after Metia and he cleared the Transporter area. "Please follow me Metia" and Sheridan lead the way out of the Transporter area. (reply: Metia/anyone) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge - Senior OPS NCO - SCPO Phillip Sheridan - 1601.5) Phil arrived early - he wanted a seat near the back of the conference room. He had greeted the Arbiter and CO upon entering. Sheridan spied Doctor Caskie and went to say hello and introduce himself. "Dr Caskie I believe?" Phil said in greeting. (reply: Dr Caskie). "I am Chief Sheridan of the Operations Department. I have not had a lot of time to check in with your area" Phil added, handing the Doctor a copy of his medical records. (reply: Dr Caskie) The two chatted a bit before the meeting got started. (reply: any present) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – ATAC Ensign V'Shera (jg) – 1602) Ensign V'Shera was a minute or two late for Captain Salid's ordered briefing. Only knowing most of the senior officers by the single time they had been together in the transporter room, V'Shera experienced a non-Vulcan twinge of discomfort about just going over sitting down by someone she had no real familiarity with as yet. Her first polite and unobtrusive Vulcan response was to simply select an unoccupied table, sit down and simply wait for the observation lounge to just fill up. V'Shera rejected that passive idea immediately. Getting her personal quarters organized, familiarizing her self with her duty station and interviewed by both CTAC Sullivan and Captain Salid had left V"Shera no time socialize with anybody new. V'Shera was determined not to let that personal oversight happen again. Waiting for the next single officer to enter the lounge, V'Shera raised herself up to her full imposing height, walked gracefully over to the nearest replicator ordered herself a Vulcan beverage and walked to meet him. As they drew closer to each other she said, "hello, my name is V'Shera and I'm new to the Rose. What's yours?" (Reply Any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge - CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1602.5) Josh glanced up from her padd as soon as she realised that someone was standing beside her. "Dr Caskie I believe?" Nodding her head she waited for the gentleman to introduce himself. Thankfully it didn't take long. "I am Chief Sheridan of the Operations Department. I have not had a lot of time to check in with your area" Phil added, handing the Doctor a copy of his medical records. Josh took the padd with his records and smiled at him. Standing, she offered him her hand in greeting. "I'm pleased to meet you Chief and welcome to the Rose. I'm not big on titles so unless you are uncomfortable with first names I would prefer you call me Josh." "Thank you for your records. I'll read over them later and have them added to our database, but I would like you to stop by Sickbay as soon as you can spare the time so that we can get your physical over and done with. Either drop by anytime or make an appointment, which ever you feel most comfortable with." (Reply Sheridan iyw) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge - Sr OPS NCO SCPO Phillip Sheridan - 1603) Phil introduced himself to the Rose's CMO, Josh Caskie. Josh looked up at Phil and spoke. "I'm pleased to meet you Chief and welcome to the Rose. I'm not big on titles so unless you are uncomfortable with first names I would prefer you call me Josh." Phil sat down next to CMO and replied to her. "In that case, I prefer Phil" he told her. (reply: Doctor Caskie) She accepted his medical records and told him "Thank you for your records. I'll read over them later and have them added to our database, but I would like you to stop by Sickbay as soon as you can spare the time so that we can get your physical over and done with. Either drop by anytime or make an appointment, which ever you feel most comfortable with." Phil thought for a moment - he really didn't like appointments per se and told the Doctor he's rather drop in sometime and take care of the mandatory physical that way. (reply: Dr Caskie IYW) Phil liked the CMO - she wasn't stuffy like a lot of officers he had come across in his 30 year career. The two chatted as they waited for the others to arrive. (reply: any present) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge - CMO, Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1603.5) Josh sat back down again and the Senior Chief followed suit beside her and after her suggestion that he call her by her nickname, spoke again. "In that case, I prefer Phil". Josh smiled at him and nodded her head. "Phil it is then." After Josh had subtly suggest that he appear in Sickbay sometime soon he mentioned that he would rather drop by than make an appointment and Josh quite happily agreed, with one provision. "That's fine by me Phil, you will always find somebody there even if it's only the EMH. But, be warned, please don't leave it too long." and here she smiled at him to take any sting out of what she was about to say. "I do tend to get quite tetchy if I have to go track down someone who is overdue for their physical." Just as she had finished speaking both sets of delegates arrived simultaneously and Josh could tell simply by their demeanour that they really did not like each other. ~Oh great. Both sides hate each other, probably hate the Arbiter too, and us even more.~ She began to think then if it would be at all possible from a medical point of view to keep them from killing each other and her mind immediately thought of Anesthezine Gas in their quarters or perhaps at least a partial frontal lobotomy. Unfortunately she was pretty sure that Captain Salid would probably veto either procedure and Josh sighed to herself. ~Oh well, maybe there's something we can put in their food if they get out of hand. Strychnine maybe or Belladonna.~ (No reply needed) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge – OPS Ensign Smith / MCO Lieutenant Smith- 16.04) Kenneth and Robert entered the observation lounge and saw that every one was there. They nodded to the Captain and made their way to the far end of the room and sat down in a couple of chairs as they listened to the conversation in the room. (reply any) (posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge– CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1605) It had become apparent that the briefing was going to start a little bit later than he had planned, primarily because of the childish dispute between the two delegations. Each was claiming seniority and it was rapidly becoming apparent that the remainder of the trip would be as difficult if not more so as they continued forward with their mission. Ahmed was about to intercede on the behalf of his officers when Dralar and Sullivan seemed to have come up with a solution all of their own. A few minutes later both doors of the Observation lounge slid open and both delegations entered at the same time. One delegation using the bridge entry and the other the Strategic Operations Offices. It was a stroke of brilliance that caused both Diplomats to fire visual daggers at their counterpart, although neither said a word as they shuffled into the room. Once the delegates were seated and the last of his officers had done the same, Ahmed stood and began the briefing, starting off with a few choice statements to the delegates themselves. "Let's get started." he began, "Allow me to welcome both delegations and Arbiter T'val aboard the Rosenante. It is an honor to have you aboard. Once this meeting is complete I will be glad to meet with each of the diplomats to discuss your needs, which we will be glad to accommodate to the best of our ability." He paused for a moment watching as both the diplomats smiled and nodded. "However, if you have any petty requests, unwarranted complaints, asinine requirements or other such things that are designed to antagonize, irritate, or nettle your diplomatic counterparts, know right here and now, that they will not be fulfilled in the slightest degree." "My crew are here as a courtesy, to assist you in rescuing Prince Khamal and in preventing the renewal of hostilities between your two peoples. Our mission is clear and very specific, and it does not include allowing one or both parties in continuing their conflicts here." "I can truthfully say to you, that your petty squabbles will fall upon deaf ears here. It is my recommendation that while you are aboard this ship that you consider that it is a more pleasant and fulfilling endeavor to keep things civil rather than hostile." "My officers will not be caught in the middle of such things. They will not take sides and if they are pushed, they will be authorized to detain anyone in either delegation that hinders them in any manner that is contrary to the goals of this mission." There was a deep silence in the room as both the diplomats realized what he was saying. "You will coexist, even if haphazardly, or you will be detained either to your quarters or the brig for the duration of this mission. Do I make myself clear?" The diplomats huffed a bit and worked their jaws, but neither party could bring themselves to say anything. "Very good, now that we have that out of the way…" Ahmed looked at the Arbiter, who as expected showed a strong stoic impassive face of solidarity. He turned back to the assembled officers and diplomats. "The plan is to head immediately to Barakos IV at best speed, stopping only for a short while at Aldus IX to offload civilians and non-critical personnel. " "Prior to arriving in Orion space, we will be utilizing the spiral drive to cut down on our travel time. This will be a covert mission and we will be utilizing our stealth systems extensively. The mission plan is simple. Because we do not have any reliable intelligence as to the location of the Prince, nor information concerning his captors, we will be conducting this mission in two parts." "The first part will be intelligence gathering. In this stage we will be deploying three away teams led by Lieutenants Janeway, Sullivan and Ro'Dal. Using plainclothes methods, questions, bribery and other persuasive methods, these away teams will attempt to collect vital intelligence that will lead to the location and recovery of the prince. There are certain covert resources that are available to us that will be utilized at Barakos IV." "We will follow the trail of evidence and information as needed to ascertain the prince's well being, location and the likelihood of conducting a rescue." "Once the information is acquired, we will move on to phase two of the mission. This phase consists of the actual planning stage for the infiltration or assault on the Prince's location, depending on the situation that we discover. We will recover the Prince and return him to Meldovia in time for the peace treaty and joining ceremony to take place." Ahmed concluded. "And what, " Krakos began, "makes you think that this mission plan has merit?" "While it is true that we may find it difficult to conduct the intelligence gathering portion of the mission with any guaranteed level of success. There is a very strong change of attracting the attentions of the kidnappers who have the prince. They will reveal themselves one way or the other, the only question is in the manner that occurs. In effect my personnel will be acting as bait should they become unable to acquire the intelligence discreetly enough. Any activity by the slavers who have them will give us clues and point us in the correct direction." "I am confident in my officer's abilities to handle themselves in a scrap, and in their dedication to the cause of ensuring peace between your two peoples. They know as much as I do that if it is necessary to sacrifice every member of this crew and the ship to prevent the loss of millions or billions of lives in the continuation of this senseless war, that is what will happen." "We've known and accepted this fact since we were assigned to this mission, we are simply waiting for you to realize the gravity of the situation." The diplomat-Admiral leaned back in his chair and was a bit stunned, or so it seemed. Ahmed continued. "Arbiter T'val has a few details concerning the timetable and other factors that he would like to share with us all. Arbiter?" (reply T'val room for more.) Ahmed sat as the Arbiter took the floor. The speech was concise and very Vulcan and Ahmed had not expected anything else. Once the Arbiter had finished, Ahmed resumed control of the meeting. "Does anyone else have anything to add or any questions that need to be addressed before we conclude this briefing?" he asked the room of assembled personnel. (reply T'val, Any) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1605.5) The reassembled Honor Guard stood at parade rest along the bulkhead that ran between the two entrances to the Observation Lounge. Raschen stood between one of the doors and the conference table. As he listened to the two delegations start to squabble about, what Chance thought to be, some of the pettiest crap under God; he rolled his eyes and faced the overhead in frustration as he fought the urge to slam both of his fists onto the table; wanting to shout at them ‘This is ridiculous, you’re sitting here bickering over who the hell is going to sit where at the damn dinner table while your chance for peace is in the hands of pirates or slavers! Now y’all need to sure as frell remember why we’re here and keep your eye on the pressing issue, which is to find the prince! Is that understood?!’ Instead he didn’t say anything and just shifted his weight from side to side like a caged wild animal pacing back and forth as the skipper and the Arbiter handled things. One thing was for certain, Chance was very thankful that he didn’t have a weapon on his person because listening to the two delegations whine; he wanted to just simply kill them both off. But that was the irate pirate in him starting to come out. (Reply any iyw) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Observation Lounge – Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal – 1606) Grateful that the tours were over with, Ro'Dal stood with her security officers against the bulkhead, listening to the two delegations who were already in each others faces. The Takaran was prepared to leap into the fray if the squabbling became physical aggression, in fact she almost wished it would escalate just so she could bust a few heads. They were acting like irascible teenagers and deserved a good beating to make them come to their senses and act like civilized people. She caught Raschen's eye and rolled her eyes at him. It was obvious to her that he was just as disgusted with what was happening as she was. ~And I bet he'd love to kick some butt too.~ She thought, giving him a grim smile. Still there was nothing she could do about it as long as it was just a war of words, so she remained silent and watchful. (Reply any) (Posted by Sal) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Deck 1, Observation Lounge - ACSO - Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1607) Dorian, seeing how everyone seemed extremely flustered, decided that such a junior officer as he should be seen and not heard, so seated himself politely out of the way, buried his gaze in the small display embedded on the table. He brought up the diagrams of the Meldovians' and Arturians' respective sectors. It all seemed gibberish to him, with so little tactical training, but at least if anyone glanced his way, he would be focused on something at hand, and not some of his astrometrics charts. Besides, he only gave the graphics a cursory look, trying to listen as intently as possible. This was a prime learning experience, and he looked to the Captain to show him "how it was done", as it were. And no need to be an empath to feel that some of his colleagues were getting annoyed by the whole childish shouting match. Interesting premise to a delicate situation… (Reply None) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – VIP Quarters– Aide Metia Rone- 1625) Metia had been incredibly impressed with the accommodations aboard the Rosenante. Her room was nearly as large as that used by the Arbiter. The two rooms were adjoining and Metia was surprised at the luxurious furnishings and amenities that the compartment offered. In her two years as the Arbiter's aide, she had stayed in several VIP quarters, Ambassadorial suites and starship quarters and none of them had come close to rivaling those of the Rosenante. She replicated herself a cup of Carmako from the replicator and after a testing sip wandered over to the computer terminal sitting on her desk. She pulled a small device from her pocket and slipped it into the chip reader. Within a few moments, the software on the ship had concealed the fact that she was accessing any of the ship's files. There was some research to be done and the Arbiter had requested that it remain covert, even if she wasn't looking at anything classified. She had the thought that the arbiter sometimes was a bit paranoid, but then again after nearly two dozen attempts against his life by both factions, perhaps he'd describe it as 'cautious'. She pulled up the Holographic programs that had been provided for her and smiled when she found the one she was looking for. It was right where it was supposed to be. "Computer, activate the Holographic marine Program, Ramirez." (reply Ramirez) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Xanadu Gothos – Master bedroom, Captain Doyle O'Banyan – 2205) As the Andorian Vor Tok Ree was O'Banyan's senior captain he spoke first. "Excellent news, Captain O"Banyan. We've had an exceedingly profitable voyage. We fell upon two supply frieghters. ' "We liberated their cargos of rare elementals, terran regenerative medications and Rigellian star ship parts. We also enslaved the crews and passengers from both vessels, totaling one hundred and ten slaves, of mixed interplanetary origins, races and genders." "Most of them, were primarily pink skinned Earthers and Reisans. There were also several Bajorans and seven joined Trill. Both genders of Risans are quite comely. Of the seven symibots, five are quite young, this being their first joining with their current Trill hosts. The male symbyot, Kldred, has had two prior Trill before his present joining. Tellaxa, the much older female symibot boasts of being 'carried' by four previous Trill and being quite learned in the areas of languages and ancient history. Not really areas I thought you'd be interested in Master O'Banyan," Captain Ree confessed. O'Banyan nodded his head, his greed all too evident in his blue eyes. "My first impluse was to flush the stuck up, know-it-all worm out the airlock." Enslaver Tok Ree said. "But I saved the arrogant, holier-than-thou, larval witch, because I knew that she would have a great deal of resale value to you. "You were quite correct, Captain Ree," Doyle responded quickly. "I want you to hood and isolate both Kldred and Tellexa. You are to make sure there is no possibly for escape for either Trill. Since both are bonded to their current hosts, it is quite unlikely that Tellexa or Kldred will eat through their Trills to escape captivity. But I don't want you to take any chances in case I'm wrong. Both elder symibots are far too valuable to allow even the remotest chance of escape." A wicked smile spread across the older Andorian's cruelly scared face. "I've already anticipated your wishes Master Doyle," Enslaver Tok Ree replied. "Both Trill are hooded, cuffed and in strict isolation until we reach Gothos, Sir." "Excellent, Captain," Doyle continued. "Make no mention to either symibot that theyare going to be up for resale. I want both Kldred and Tellexa to believe that they have nothing but endless ages of being joined to sucessive generations of new Trill slaves. Inform both if they try to eat out of their present hosts, they'll be eating their way into being processed fertilizer. The more frightened they are, the more impassioned their pleas to the Trill home world will be, when I offer them up for resale. On the chance either have any knowledge I can use, threaten them both with lives inescapable slavery. Those threats should make both elder symibots wiling to impart whatever knowledge they possese to me, captain Ree." Captain Ree nodded in silent compliance with Doyle's orders. "I look forward to introducing them both to you soon, Master O'Banyan," the Captain conluded with a respectful bow of his antennaed head. "As do I, Captain Tok Ree. Your latinum, designer drugs and lusty female slaves of preferrence will be awaiting your arrvival. Captain Doyle out." "Thank you, Master O'Banyan, Captain Ree out." The Andorian captain's holoscreen winked out instantly. (Reply, None) (Posted by Jim McCrary) ********************************************** (USS Rosenante, Tradewinds, Aide Momat Bettan- 1700) Momat sat with his colleagues sipping Craglar juice and talking in hushed tones. He was unhappy with the captain's blatant disregard for the protocols that Diplomat-Admiral Krokas had earned throughout his long illustrious career. granted, the Diplomat part of his title had gone mostly unused for the last decade and was only receiving some attention in the last two years, but still the Captain's blatant disrespect for the Hero of the Battle of the Brandalos Nebula was very disturbing. Momat and the other diplomatic aides, Shekan and Frendol, were more than just diplomatic aides. They were soldiers of the illustrious Krokas Raiders. They were battle hardened and each had served as officers under the admiral during the Brandalos incident. they had fought and bled and watched their comrades die at the hands of the Meldovians. Shekan downed another gulp of his Craglar and looked directly at his comrades. "That captain is lucky that I can't get him alone. I'd twist his neck and show him exactly why he should have a little more respect for us. His little speech was anything if not antagonistic. Who does he think he is, telling us to lower ourselves to the same level as those Meldovian dogs?" Momat nodded, he was already angry and was beginning to feel the affects of the juice, which for most species was just a fruit juice, but the complex enzymes it contained added an intoxicating effect on the Cartenian physiology. "I'd say he thinks he's in command here," Frendol added, "it's no different than if he were one of our captains..." "I'd say it's different!" Momat replied, "There's no way someone that green would ever be a ship's captain in OUR fleet!" "Keep it down over there!" one of the Meldovian diplomatic aides said, to a bit of needling laughter from his counterparts, "We hear enough from you when we're working, why don't you give your mouth a break and shut it!" Momat jumped to his feet and started towards the table of Meldovian diplomats which all clamored to their feet. Frendol reached Bettan first, placing himself between the Arturian officer-diplomat and the Meldovian faction. "It's not worth it." he said as he grabbed his friend by the shoulders, keeping back away from the offensive Meldovians. Shekan had risen as well, and he had decided to side with Frendol which was normally against his nature. "He's right come on let's go back to our seats." he added to the other Arturian's voice of reason. "What's wrong Arturian? frightened?" Momat took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. "If it weren't for the fact that you're beneath my notice I'd show you who's frightened. he threatened." "Okay now let's go back to the table." Frendol said. Momat nodded tensely then turned and started back towards their table. The way things were going there would be plenty of time left to kill Meldovians later. "And that gentlemen is why the Arturians lost the battle of Brandalos! Their soldiers are all cowards and afraid of a fight!" The Meldovian aide shouted. It was Frendol that reached them first. He had lost two brothers, his lover and six of his closest friends in that battle and the thought of anyone calling them cowards was more than he could bear. The lanky Arturian closed the distance quickly, and in one fluid motion, he clothes-lined the Meldovian loud mouth just as he was turning back to face the Arturians for another round of verbal assault. The Meldovian crashed onto the table top, sending glass wear flying in every direction and causing the other two diplomat-soldiers sitting there to spring into action. Frendol held the Meldovian against the table top with one hand while he punched the dazed man in the face with his closed right fist. The other two Meldovians were on him before either Momat or Shekan could aide him. they drug him off the loud mouth and one of them kicked him in the crotch. As their friend doubled over in agony, The other two Arturians joined the fray. (reply any in Tradewinds, security) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Tradewinds – aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1705) Raschen sat at a table with some of his shipmates attempting to have a quiet drink as they all swapped humorous stories of various misadventures throughout their careers when they heard one of the Arturian aides say "That captain is lucky that I can't get him alone. I'd twist his neck and show him exactly why he should have a little more respect for us…" Chance just looked at the folks that sat with him and quietly said “That little bastard didn’t just threaten the skipper did he?” (Reply Sheridan, Weaver, any) The crew from the Rose started taking an interest in the conversation at the other table at the aide continued to say “His little speech was anything if not antagonistic. Who does he think he is, telling us to lower ourselves to the same level as those Meldovian dogs?" "I'd say he thinks he's in command here," another aide, Frendol remembered his name being, added "it's no different than if he were one of our captains..." "I'd say it's different!" Momat replied, "There's no way someone that green would ever be a ship's captain in OUR fleet!" “That’s enough of that crap.” Chance said. (Reply Sheridan, Weaver, any) But as Raschen started to move in order to say something; one of the Meldovian diplomatic aides beat him to it saying "Keep it down over there! We hear enough from you when we're working, and why don't you give your mouth a break and shut it!" Momat jumped to his feet and started towards the table of Meldovian diplomats which all clamored to their feet. Frendol reached Bettan first, placing himself between the Arturian officer-diplomat and the Meldovian faction. "It's not worth it." he said as he grabbed his friend by the shoulders, keeping back away from the offensive Meldovians. "He's right come on let's go back to our seats." he added to the other Arturian's voice of reason. "What's wrong Arturian? Frightened?" Momat took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. "If it weren't for the fact that you're beneath my notice I'd show you who's frightened." "Okay now let's go back to the table." Frendol said. Raschen was kind of relieved when Momat nodded tensely then turned and started back towards his chair. The way things were going, the altercation was going to be over before it really started. "And that gentlemen, is why the Arturians lost the battle of Brandalos! Their soldiers are all cowards and afraid of a fight!" The Meldovian aide shouted. It was Frendol that reached them first. The lanky Arturian closed the distance quickly, and in one fluid motion, he clothes-lined the Meldovian loud mouth just as he was turning back to face the Arturians for another round of verbal assault. The Meldovian crashed onto the table top, sending glass wear flying in every direction and causing the other two diplomat-soldiers sitting there to spring into action. Frendol held the Meldovian against the table top with one hand while he punched the dazed man in the face with his closed right fist. The other two Meldovians were on him before either Momat or Shekan could aide him. They drug him off the loud mouth and one of them kicked him in the crotch. As their friend doubled over in agony, the other two Arturians joined the fray. After watching things disintegrate between the two delegations, Chance turned to his shipmates and said “I don’t care how it happens, I want them all knocked out and each in their own cell in the brig. Now move!” Chance finished as he stood up and punched Momat in the jaw so hard that the man went crashing over a table top. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Tradewinds - Sr OPS NCO - SCPO Sheridan - 1706) Phil was sitting with a couple of Rose shipmates relaxing when the Arturian aides made a comment about "twisting that captain's neck!". Phil tensed, sensing that a fight was about to break out - this was a slight he and the others could not let pass. "Chance, the little SOB did threaten the boss" Phil interjected. Sheridan's grip tighten on his drink's glass. (reply: Any present) Before Phil could reply, Chance spoke ""That's enough of that crap." Phil slid his chair back getting ready to act. Sheridan gripped his drink's long necked bottle and started to rise. (reply: any) The Arturains and Meldovians raise the ante and the jibes got serious. Chance issued his instructions - Phil simply yelled "Charge" and headed into the fray. (reply: Chance, anyone else) Frendol was holding a Meldovian on the table - beating the man senseless. He didn't see Sheridan approaching from behind. Phil was mad - the delegations were acting like spoiled two year olds. ~ I gave up a soft job on a Ferengi Freighter for this?~ he though as he knocked Frendol out by hitting over the head with his drink's bottle. "Meldonian, stay where you are" Sheridan yelled. The Meldovian started to make a move but Sheridan secured him in a grip that if he struggled, he'd lose conscousness. Security officers had arrived by tha time and took the Meldovian from Sheridan. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Brig– aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1835) The fight itself only lasted between 10 and 20 minutes. While Starfleet personnel started transferring all the aides to the brig; Chance, out of his own pocket, paid the owner of the saloon a hearty sum for damages and to not press charges with the local authorities. He had already decided that the Arturian and Meldovian delegations were going to reimburse him, even if he had to take it out of their hides. Chance stood in front of the six cells as he explained to the captain, Janeway, Sullivan, the Arbiter, as well as the two delegates what had happened “Sirs, all six are responsible for the brawl and are just mainly in here till they sober up and calm down. Momat also threatened the health and well being of Captain Salid by 'twisting his neck and show him exactly why he should have more respect' for them, sirs.” (Reply any) “Yes sir, I understand.” Raschen said and after a brief moment he spoke up again “My grandfather taught me that Respect must be earned for it to be genuine, sirs, otherwise respect is really just polite contempt.” (reply any) (Reply Sheridan, Weaver, any) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Brig- Sr OPS NCO - SCPO Phillip Sheridan - 1836) Phil stood in the background as Chance explained to the CO and Arbiter hwhat had happened. Inspite of hjimself, Sheridan muttered "spoiled littel brats" - it turned out that it was loud enough for all to hear. (reply: any) (posted by: Bill West) ********************************************** (USS Rosenante, Deck 4 Astrometrics Lab - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 0800) Dorian came into the lab and dropped the PADD he'd been perusing on the desk he knew to be just right of the door. 'Computer, lights, 40%' The lights came on, but stayed at a tolerable, suffused glow. He found it much less stressful for his eyes to work on his models that way. Their light shone through, he didn't have to bring his filters out of whack to catch the glow of certain elements. The news of the brawl was all over the ship, and Dorian couldn't help but imagine the grin on Raschen's face as he must have gotten his release. To be perfectly honest, everyone had been a little edgy around the ambassadorial staff. He himself had been quite sheltered in his lab, but the stories he heard. It was a miracle they actually seemed about to engage in a peace treaty. Had he any ability or skill, he might have wished to be there and gotten a few punches in. Perfect record be damned. If Chance could get away with being in the brig so many times… maybe a night in there would be a rite of passage of sort. ~Oh biological imperatives, when you beckon…~ But then his sensible self reasserted its power over him. Scans to analyze. There was a fresh data dump from the night's travel waiting for him in the buffer. He hadn't gotten to know the previous head of Science, but already the tasks had been redistributed and he had a full plate. ~I'm never going to get out of the ship now. Bye bye, dirtside.~ ~Now if we could only get some news feed… anything from the outside world.~ (Reply none) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - ATAC Ensign V'Shera (jg) – 1044) V'Shera experienced no discomfort being in the prescience of a higher ranking and far more experienced Vulcan TAC Officer than herself. V'Shera seated as her Tactical Chief requested. Can I get you something to drink? Vulcan mocha?" Catching herself for a moment T'Larah said, "I'm sorry, I get so used to using the common vernacular for humans, would you like some g'teth? "The g'teth would be most appreciated Lt. Sullivan. The air inside the Rose's seems to have dried out my vocal chords for some inexplicable reason. I plan to make a few minute humidity changes in my personal quarters once duties are over," V'Shera said as she sipped on her Vulcan g'teth. Having relaxed and centered herself, V'Shera presented her computer PADD to CTAC Sullivan for her consideration.. V'Shera's proffered PADD also contained her thoughts for dealing with Orion pirate ship tactics and multiple attack vectors; by using falsely generated warp signatures to confuse Orion ship sensors and produce a multiple of false targets. V'Shera also jettisoning ship's debris and empty life pods filled suspended anti-matter and proximity fuses designed to detonate on any closing Orion pirate ships.. Though these latter devices were not in keeping with the UFP's standardized code for ethical star ship combat, the escaping Rose would be fleeing from countless hordes of smaller pirate ships after its crew had liberated Prince Ankgor from slaver captivity. ~ Ethics and codes of conduct won't mean a thing if you were dead or enslaved." In her mind, V'Shera couldn't decide which of the two fates were the worse? ~Nor will they mean anything is a four hundred war begins again because the Rose can't successfully rescue on little prince.~ (Reply None, Any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Deck 4 Astrometrics Lab - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1600) Dorian looked a bit distraught. Some of his data did not seem to match what he was expecting. The stellar drift was just… wrong, somehow. Everything that the lateral sensors had picked up was distorted. Or was it the forward sensors? It made for a funny sight though, the stars doing some sort of little dance on his holographic display. "Computer, on stardate 2408.02.17 there was a male Vulcan member of engineering on Deck 10, transporter room 1, would you be able to identify?" He might as well go through someone he'd at least had a passing glance with, and not look like a whiner running directly to the CEO. [Ensign T'Kron is the only member of the crew corresponding to your search parameters.] "Thank you, computer." =/\= Ensign T'Kron? I am terribly sorry to bother you, I'm Dorian Weaver from Astrometrics. I was wondering if this was a bad time to come and see you with a little problem? Unless you could refer me to someone else concerning the sensor arrays? =/\= (Reply T'Kron) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Main Engineering – Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 1604) =/\= Ensign T'Kron? I am terribly sorry to bother you. I'm Dorian Weaver from Astrometrics. I was wondering if this was a bad time to come and see you with a little problem? Unless you could refer me to someone else concerning the sensor arrays? =/\= Straightening up from his position half in and half out of one of the Jeffries tubes, T'Kron stood up and tapped his commbadge. "What problem do you need help with, Mr. Weaver?" (Reply Dorian Weaver) Raising both brows in thought, T'Kron replied, "I can take a look at it and at least give you an assessment; however it may need adjustment from someone in the Science department or Ops. There could be any number of difficulties." (Reply Dorian Weaver) "I will be there directly. The probability is low that the Chief Engineer will not allow me to make repairs. Ensign T'Kron out." T'Kron turned to find his superior officer. Locating him in his office, he stepped in. "Chief Bird, I have been asked to make some repairs in Astrometrics. I request permission to leave Engineering." (Reply Paul Bird, Dorian Weaver, Any) (Posted by Sheila Mayer) --------------------------------------------------------------------- ( U.S.S. Rosenante - Main Engineering - CEO's Office - CEO - Lt. Bird - 1605) Paul sat in his chair just checking the enginnering rosta , before heading up to the bridge to do a few hours there . The transfering out of Lt matrix had left a hole in his team which Star Fleet had seen fit not to fill. He was interupted by the entrance of his number his number one , T'Kron . " Chief Bird , I have been asked to make some repairs in Astrometrics . I request permission to leave Engineering . " " Anything serious ? " ( Reply T'Kron ) " Very well , Permission granted . " As the vulcan left Paul thought to himself ~ in that case I think I'll stay down here . ~ With T'kron gone , there would be only one ensign in Engineering , and it didn't feel right to leave them lone down here , although through the bridge station he could keep just as good an eye on things . ( Reply none ) ( Posted by Paul ) ********************************************** (USS Rosenante, Bridge, CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 0400) Ahmed sat in the command chair on the bridge of the Rosenante. He stifled a yawn as he finished the report he was adding to the captain's log. "Resume log." [recording.] the computer replied. "Now that the civilian and non-essential personnel have been offloaded at Aldus IX, we have activated the Spiral geometry drive and are racing towards the Frontier with Orion Space." "To say that the drive is anything less than amazing is simply a lie. The trip which would normally take us five days at warp 8.0 will in fact take us only a little over two, roughly 51 hours at last estimate. We are expected to reach the border frontier later today at 1400 hours ship's time. We will be required to drop out of warp at least three light-years before reaching our crossing point." "This is primarily due to the fact that we can not operate our stealth systems and the spiral geometry drive simultaneously. The background subspace energy signatures created by the active drive would be easy to detect and therefore it has been decided that we would disengage the drive, enable our HISS system and slip into Orion space undetected." "By best estimates, we will be moving into the Barakos system around roughly 2000 hours tonight, which is just the right time to begin our intelligence gathering foray, as mister Raschen has pointed out that the brothels and gambling halls are most active in the evenings. This of course is the best place to begin our operation." "On another note, it seems that for the most part that the Arturian and Meldovian delegates are at least attempting to minimize their semi-hostile nature. there have been a few minor disagreements and a small fistfight in ten forward between the parties aides, but after spending the night in the brig, things seem to have returned to their normal tense state. Perhaps the delegates may not like my methods, but I find it important that they work as much together as possible in order to force the point of cooperation. In this case the concept of the mutual enemy comes to mind. I can not afford to allow the diplomats to jeopardize this mission's agenda." Ahmed took a sip of his coffee before concluding his log. "End log and save." [Log saved.] the computer chimed. (reply none) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------