Compile #2 June 08-14 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Letters of Marques Day 1 Stardate: 2408.02.16 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - ATAC Ensign V'Shera (jg) - 1059) (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan -1101) (USS Rosenante – MCO's Office –Lieutenant Kenneth Smith– 1313) ********************************************** Mission: Letters of Marques Day: 2 Stardate: 2408.02.17 Compile Summary (Xanadu Gothos – Master Bedroom - Captain Doyle Dogface O'Banyan – 2211) (Xanadu Gothos – Master bedroom – Captain Doyle Dogface O'Banyan – 2222) ********************************************** Mission: Letters of Marques Day 3 stardate: 2408.02.18 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante – Security Department - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal -0903) (USS Rosenante- Sickbay, Security Officer- Mike Rosenbauer- 1745) (USS Rosenante- Sickbay, CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - Day 3 - 1748) (USS Rosenante- Sickbay, Security Officer- Mike Rosenbauer- 1749) (USS Rosenante- Sickbay, CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1752) (USS Rosenante – Brig– aCSEC - ENS Chance Raschen – 1835) (USS Rosenante- Brig- CO- Captain Salid Ibn Salid- 1840) (USS Rosenante- Brig- Sr OPS NCO - SCPO Phil Sheridan- 1841) (USS Rosenante - Brig - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1842) (USS Rosenante - Brig - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1843) (USS Rosenante - Brig- CSEC – ENS Chance Raschen - 1845) (USS Rosenante, Brig, CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1846) (USS Rosenante, Brig, Sr OPS NCO - SCPO Phillip Sheridan - 1847) (USS Rosenante, Personal Quarters, Sr OPS NCO - SCPO Phillip Sheridan - 1849) (USS Rosenante – CSEC Quarters- aCSEC – ENS Chance Raschen – 1900) ********************************************** 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, Deck 4 Astrometrics Lab - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1600) (USS Rosenante – Astrometrics Lab – ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1605) (USS Rosenante - Main Engineering – Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 1608) (USS Rosenante – Astrometrics – Engineer Ensign T'Kron – 1611) (USS Rosenante – Deck 4, Astrometrics Lab – ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - Day 4 - 1612) ********************************************** Mission: Letters of Marques Day 5 stardate: 2408.02.20 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1345) (USS Rosenante, Ready Room - CO - Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - 1354) (USS Rosenante, Main Bridge - FO - Lt. Jono Janeway - 1356) (USS Rosenante, Bridge - CO - Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - 1400) (USS Rosenante, Main Bridge - FO - Lt. Jono Janeway - 1402) (USS Rosenante, Sickbay - CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1404) (USS Rosenante – CSEC Office- aCSEC – ENS Chance Raschen – 1405) (USS Rosenante - Security Dept. - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1410) (USS Rosenante, Ready Room - Captain's Mess-CO- Capt Ahmed Ibn Salid - 1745) (USS Rosenante - Captain's Mess - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1747) (Smuggler Ship Revenant- Bridge, CO- Captain Orldar Massox- 1900) (USS Rosenante – VIP Quarters– Aide Metia Rone- 2000) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - ATAC Ensign V'Shera (jg) - 1059) "When is your physical training allotted for?" T'Larah asked V'Shera. "At the end of my duty shift at 1700 each day," Ensign V"Shera replied. "Then tomorrow at that time, meet me in Holodeck 2." Lt. Sullivan's response was polite and logical, considering the time and duty constraints the superior officer was operating under. "Holodeck 2, 1700 tomorrow, it is Lt. Sullivan. I look forward to beginning my new training, Sir, " V'Shera responded promptly, honored to be given such personal and immediate attention from her superior officer. Having dispensed with that unexpected turn of events, V'Shera had inquired what exactly her impending mission duties would be. Lt. T'Larah said, "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." "I look forward to it, Sir. I will give myself a full immersion crash course in both the Orion language and cultural data base on my off duty hours, minus whatever physical training we do. (Reply T'Larah Sullivan IYW) "I will focus my areas of study relating to Orion slavery and what alter ego I could adopt as rogue Vulcan woman in so violent and a chaotic space." (Reply T'Larah Sullivan IYW) Lt. Sullivan closed her interview with V'Shera at that point. "If you have no further inquiries you are dismissed to your regular duty shift." "I have no further questions, Lt. Sullivan, answered V'Shera. Standing, V'Shera left without further comment. (Reply T'Larah Sullivan IYW) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - 2O/CTAC Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan -1101) "I look forward to it, Sir. I will give myself a full immersion crash course in both the Orion language and cultural data base on my off duty hours, minus whatever physical training we do." the Ensign stated. ~Was I ever like this?~ T'Larah thought to herself. "A full immersion course would not in my opinion be necessary, however I shall not presume to tell you what you may do with your free time, it is yours to do with as you see fit." T'Larah explained. The irony was not lost on her, that she was trying to tactfully tell a Vulcan to relax. "I will focus my areas of study relating to Orion slavery and what alter ego I could adopt as rogue Vulcan woman in so violent and a chaotic space." the taller Vulcan stated. "Focusing on the slavery trade is a very prudent and wise plan. Perhaps your alter ego shouldn't be Vulcan. Research on Rigelians, they are a Vulcanoid species that tend to have darker pigmentation such as yourself. They are also as I recall already member species of the Orion Syndicate. I understand a few minor cosmetic alterations and you could pass the most careful scrutiny. Speak with Dr Caskie on your modifications before you leave for planet side." she said. "If you have no further inquiries you are dismissed to your regular duty shift." "I have no further questions, Lt. Sullivan," she stated and left smartly. ~She certainly has a lot of motivation.~ T'Larah thought and returned to what he was doing. (Reply none needed) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – MCO's Office –Lieutenant Kenneth Smith– 1313) Kenneth watched as Raschen burst out laughting. “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.” Kenneth raised an eye brow. “So he’s that’s kind of a person.” “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?” Kenneth nodded. “I will do that before we go.” He watched as Raschen got up and shook Kenneth’s hand “Thanks a lot, I appreciate it. If we get a chance I’ll buy y’all a round while we’re down there.” Kenneth nodded. “I’ll hold you to that.” Kenneth watched as Raschen left the room and he sat down. He opened his console and went through the marines under his command. ~Okay not them, they need more ops time, Need them for ship security, they would be like a heard of elephants~ A grin spread across his face. “Got yah.” He opened a file and wrote a letter to Janeway telling him that he recommended the names for the recon squad for the away mission. (Reply any) (Posted by Robbie) ********************************************** (Xanadu Gothos – Master Bedroom - Captain Doyle Dogface O'Banyan – 2211) As the holoscreens of Andorian Captain Ree winked out, O'Banyan turned his attention to Captain Delina. "So, Captain Delina, enlighten me about your adventures since we last met," O'Banyan said with greedy smile. The pudgy Delina returned an equally lascivious smile and said, "My sale of cloned body parts in the Velta System was profitable. The inhabitants of Velta have five hundred and fifty seven cloned bodies to divide up among their most wealthy citizens. The body parts will adapt to their recipients and they will be superior to what they replaced. What they don't know is that in 5 years they will have to be replaced, but at a higher price of course." The Bolian smirked, his eyes glinting. Even though O'Banyan knew the whole story, he wanted to hear it again. "So tell me why," he snapped impatiently. "The scientists that grew them put in a undetectable micromolecule that will cause the cloned organs to break down in about 5 years Terran time and will prevent them being replaced by any other organs than the ones we sell them, thus guaranteeing us a market," responded the Captain. "But they'll be in the best of health until they die given another two decades. If we increase the prices by 50 to 100% I figure we should more than double our profits and be wealthy enough to buy our own planets. We should be getting a lot of new Veltan customers before the first five years with the organs being superior replacements for the short term." "Excellent! That is great news for this investment," said O'Banyan. "On your way back through the system, try to get the names of any new recipients so we will have an idea of who our demographic group will be. Good work Captain Delina. Besides that, did anything else happen?" "I made a stop at Janus IV. I picked up a scientist there named Dr. John Grisohlm who had managed to smuggle off with twelve Horta eggs. He was planning to deliver them to a Tholian mining consortium, but I relieved him of the eggs. They are still unhatched and could bring us a very tidy profit each. I made discreet inquiries and the Tholians are very interested in them. I couldn't tell if they were going to use them as food or as slaves in their mines. The good doctor didn't live long enough to say, but he graciously left us the means to communicate with the Tholians." "I look forward to talking to the Tholians," said O'Banyan. "They could be a new and lucrative market." He stroked his goatee thoughtfully, the latinum and credits adding up in his mind. Putting that aside for now, he asked, "Is there anything else you have to report?" "For public relations purposes I picked up eight various illegals and fugitives and dropped off seven of them on the way back to Orion space." O'Banyan raised an eyebrow, "What happened to number eight?" Captain Delina puffed himself up and smiled broadly. "Number eight is an illegal Ferengi business woman who got tired of traditional Ferengi life and was doing covert business. She paid handsomely to get onboard with her latinum and I think she will be very valuable addition to your financial slaves. Her name is Nardra. I will deliver her tomorrow." O'Banyan nodded approvingly, and said, "You've done an excellent job as always. Give yourself an extra ten percent in addition to your usual cut. You also will have the first choice of any of my female slaves that you desire." The Bolian grinned and said, "Thank you Master Trader O'Banyan. You are generous and kind. Delina out." O'Banyan nodded and Delina's holoscreens winked out. (Reply none) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Xanadu Gothos – Master bedroom – Captain Doyle Dogface O'Banyan – 2222) Receiving a report from Captains Ree and Delina had taken longer than expected. By the time O'Banyan got to Ms. Judith she was fuming and seemed a bit impatient. ~That was the problem with these up and coming youngsters. They had little patience and a low frustration tolerance,~ thought O'Banyan as he addressed his young protégé. "Sorry about the delay my dear, but you have my undivided attention now. Please enlighten me with the intel you seem so eager to share." Judith paused and bit her lower lip and then began to speak. "Trang, the Klingon Ambassador to Cardassia, has recently developed a taste for green Orion slave women and wishes to purchase several from you. He has offered to pay 200,000 in credits and is willing to add in a female Deltan scientist his covert operatives acquired in a raid on an unnamed classified listening post." "Oh really?" O'Banyan mused aloud. "That offer sounds most appealing to me. Tell Trang I will accept his offer. Get me the specs of the ages and the number of Orion women he wants." Judith said, "I am now downloading his request to your computer, Master Trader. I can inform the Klingon of your terms and date of delivery upon my return to Cardassian Space." As Judith spoke, O'Banyan felt the feeble shifting of the sheet covered S'Tral behind his back on the bed. Half Vulcan, half Betazed and quite beautiful, S'Tral was O'Banyan's latest flesh pillow and Venus drop addicted sexual toy. O'Banyan paid no attention to S'Tral's soft muzzled entreaties. S'Tral was for pleasure and Judith was for intelligence, business and profit. As any good businessman and slaver should, O'Banyan kept his mind focused. "I certainly hope that you have more to tell me than this." "Of course Master O'Banyan," Judith responded quickly and obediently. "The Cardassian and Gorn are forming a black market trade alliance. I shall be informing you as more of this develops. I have also acquired the latest decrypting code breakers from Starfleet. With this device in your smuggling and slaver ships, your captains should have no trouble evading or misleading patrol ships from Starfleet." "Excellent, my clever protégé. Anything else?" Master O'Banyan asked. "As usual Master Trader, your appetite for intel and profit is almost insatiable," answered Judith "That is what I like about you, Trader O'Banyan. You are a man after my own heart." Judith continued, "I also learned of the secret existence of two preserver Earth type colonies on the edge of Federation space. One is comparable to the American Indian culture and the other is comparable to the ancient Bedouin culture. As they are technically outside the protection of Federation space, they would be easy pickings for you. All I ask is my mildly profitable finder's fee." "Done!" responded O'Banyan quickly. Judith nodded and gave a beautiful smile in return. "The only other knowledge I have to offer is a vaguely confirmed rumor that some pirate slaver organization in Orion Space has just kidnapped some royal dignitary of Interstellar consequence." O'Banyan raised his right eyebrow questioningly. Judith said, "But I don't know the identity of the kidnappers or the victim, nor the motive behind the abduction other than a pricey slave. But I do know that a royal personage was indeed abducted." "Very well Judith. I want you to drop all of your other projects and give me further info about this slave. Keep me updated," ordered O'Banyan. "I will begin as soon as I drop off the code breaker. I understand your instruction. Judith Wilson out." O'Banyan nodded in return as his holoscreen winked out. (Reply none) (Posted by Jim McCrary) ********************************************** (USS Rosenante – Security Department - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal -0903) The Takaran security officer had been pleased to hear (during the previous day's briefing), of her assignment to head up a security away team, and was looking forward to pretending to be a pirate when the time came. Since learning that modern day pirates managed to obtain older Starfleet weapons, she'd replicated a phaser from the previous century, some suitable clothing and a Klingon meqleH, after obtaining permission to do so, and had since spent a lot of off-time hours in the holodeck practicing with the new weapons. She loved her meqleH and wondered why she hadn't utilized the bladed weapons for her personal use before. It was perfect for her. At 20 inches long it wasn't as cumbersome as a sword, rapier or batleH and the handle fit her hand so comfortably she might have thought it had been custom made, if she didn't know better. It reminded her of a scimitar the way the blade curved, but it was a thicker blade and heavier. It felt balanced. The phasers hadn't required much time to get used to so she'd been spending most of her time in the holodeck using the meqleH with a holographic Klingon tutor to re-teach her how to use it. It was most enjoyable, although the Klingon had 'killed' her on several occasions at first, but after a few hours and umpteen bruises, his teaching had begun to pay off and her skill started returning. Until now she was holding her own when she sparred with him, but she had still to score a kill against him, but then he was the 'expert' although she was confident of her growing abilities. ~Only a matter of time before I make minced meat of him. ~ Ro' thought with a smile. She'd been practicing with the blade at every opportunity and her movements were getting more fluid. The skill she'd had long ago was returning after being latent for several years, it seemed that the body remembered even if the mind did not. The movements were almost dance-like when she went through the training routine as each move flowed into the next, and she always felt like she'd been through a really good workout when the routine was accomplished. Finding her mind was wandering, she mentally shook herself and turned her attention back to the security personnel lists she'd been going through. She thought her choices for yesterday's honor guard and an additional veteran, would be excellent picks for the upcoming away mission. (reply none necessary) (posted by Sal) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Sickbay, Security Officer- Mike Rosenbauer- 1745) Mike was supporting the weight of the Diplomat for the most part. The visiting dignitary could walk and was doing so, but he seemed a little unbalanced. Rosenbauer had arrived in Trade Winds after a security alert was issued by a science officer in the lounge. When he got there it was total chaos. There were tables over turned, broken glass, chairs tossed about and a general conflict more akin to a bar brawl that might be seen in a seedy bar on Geneva station than aboard a starship. Rosenbauer had taken in the scene, announced himself and had almost immediately been struck by a flying piece of furniture. He had recovered his wits and he and his partner had waded into the mix with stun batons and restraints. It took the two of them a few minutes along with Chief Raschen and SCPO Sheridan and a few others to completely suppress the embattled delegates. His forehead was bleeding from where one of the Arturians had struck him over the head with a dinner plate. And that was why he and the other injured diplomat had been teamed up to report to sickbay. The doors slid open and Mike was immediately reminded of the last time he had been in here. Doctor Caskie had relocated a dislocated finger that he had injured during a holographic exercise. It had been uncomfortable, but seeing her in action had been worth the trip. Almost immediately a nurse sprinted up to them and assumed the weight of the Delegate. "Give me a hand here," he called out and almost immediately two other nurses were on hand and lifting the wobbly diplomat soldier onto a biobed. Another Nurse had placed her hand on Mikes elbow and guided him over to a separate biobed. She motioned for him to sit down. He complied, glad for the attention. One of the nurses must have called in the CMO, because she appeared in the main bay just a few moments after Mike and the diplomat had arrived. (reply Caskie, Any in sickbay) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Sickbay, CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - Day 3 - 1748) Josh was off duty and had been considering having a quick bite to eat and maybe some company in Trade Winds when then call came through. Whilst Josh was quite happy to let the rest of her staff get on with running Sickbay when she was off duty, she had left standing orders that if there was a medical problem with any of their so called, guests, she was to be notified of it immediately, no matter what time it was. It had taken her all of three minutes to reach Sickbay and once there she immediately crossed to the two casualties lying in adjacent beds and assessing them both listened in silence as her staff updated her. Nodding once she glanced up at the displays above the biobeds and read them both. The delegate had massive bruising to the back of his skull while the security officer thankfully only seemed to be suffering from a gash to his forehead. Josh gave the nurses their orders. "The delegate, whilst luckily having an exceptionally thick skull, which seems to have saved him from major trauma, will still need to be monitored for at least twenty four hours. I want his vitals checked every fifteen minutes for the next four hours. If he is fine after that then keep checking him every half hour for the next four. After that every two hours until he is certified as fit to leave here. He doesn't leave until I certify him as fit. Ok?" Turning to the Security Officer she grinned at him. "Well Mr Rosenbauer, It's certainly nice to see you again, but we are going to have to stop meeting like this." Tipping his head up and eyeing up his wound she instructed the nurse to clean it, close it and administer an antibio shot and something mild for the pain. "Can you tell me what on earth happened and if I should be expecting any more casualties?" (Reply Rosenbauer) One of Josh's eyebrows climbed up almost into her forehead as Rosebauer updated her on what had happened in Trade Winds. "A bottle you say. I see. Thank you for your help Mr Rosebauer. I will make my report to the FO and include your information in it. If Security wishes to send someone to Sickbay to keep an eye on our patient then I am pretty sure we can find them a chair and an endless supply of coffee at the least. Mi casa e su casa, as they say. I can guarantee that he will be here for at least twenty four hours minimum. Once the nurse has treated you, you are free to go. It's a fairly minor cut and should not cause you more that an itch once we have closed it. However, if you do start getting double vision or any unexplained side effects then I need to know about them pronto, Ok?" Smiling she turned back to the delegate since his blood results had finally shown up. Josh grinned and checked his stomach contents. ~Oh dear. Well that at least is one thing than can be rectified.~ she thought. Making sure that her orders were being carried out, Josh hurried into her office and began writing her report to the FO and the Captain, since what she had found, in at least part, could not wait. Most of it consisted of the usual medical reports on the casualties, but the one bit that she did stress was that it seemed that all of the delegates, given their shared genetic background seemed to have problems metabolising certain fruit juices without their bodies immediately turning them into alcohol. Josh suggested that all staff in Trade Winds be instructed immediately to stop serving the delegates all such beverages and be on the look out for any other fruit juice that seemed to cause the same kind of intoxication. (Reply anyone) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Sickbay, Security Officer- Mike Rosenbauer- 1749) Caskie wasted no time taking in the situation and Mike couldn't help but watch her as she moved through the room and took conference with her personnel. She nodded a couple of times, then broke off from the group issuing orders like a battlefield general laying siege to an ancient castle somewhere…. ~Oh yeah Scotland wasn't it?~ he asked himself. "Well Mr. Rosenbauer, It's certainly nice to see you again, but we are going to have to stop meeting like this." Caskie tipped up his head so she could regard the gash and then issued a few more orders to her nursing staff before addressing him a second time. "Can you tell me what on earth happened and if I should be expecting any more casualties?" She asked him. "Sure can Doctor," he replied even as the nurse started cleaning the injury with a hand-held sterilizer. "I was called to respond to a disturbance in ten-forward. My partner and I arrived to find The Arturian and Meldovian aides as well as several Starfleet personnel engaged in what can only be called a bar brawl. I called for back-up right away and tried to make my presence known." "I declared myself, by the book then the next thing I know I'm holding my head and there's a Meldovian, I think he was Meldovian, standing over me, trying to beat me to death with a dinner plate." "Anyway to make the long story short, The plate broke which is probably how I got the laceration, before my partner could get him off of me. Back up arrived and we suppressed the brawl. I would have just stunned everyone but the CSEC was there and I didn't want to break ranks." Mike shrugged, as the nurse switched over to the dermal regenerator. "After it was defused, we determined that Frendol here had been injured. Apparently struck in the head with, of all things, a beer bottle. Then we headed here, as for other casualties, I don't think anything serious, but you might want to be ready just in case." "A bottle you say. I see. Thank you for your help Mr. Rosenbauer. I will make my report to the FO and include your information in it. If Security wishes to send someone to Sickbay to keep an eye on our patient then I am pretty sure we can find them a chair and an endless supply of coffee at the least. Mi casa e su casa, as they say. I can guarantee that he will be here for at least twenty four hours minimum. Once the nurse has treated you, you are free to go. It's a fairly minor cut and should not cause you more that an itch once we have closed it. However, if you do start getting double vision or any unexplained side effects then I need to know about them pronto, Ok?" "Okay." he said, then added, " Not to be too forward I hope Doctor Caskie, but would you consider maybe having dinner with me sometime? At least that way we can meet somewhere other than sickbay." he added with a small smile as the nurse gave him a hypo full of minor pain killers and antibiotics. (reply Caskie) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Sickbay, CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1752) Josh had already turned towards her other patient when Mr Rosenbauer spoke to her again. "Okay." he said, then added, " Not to be too forward I hope Doctor Caskie, but would you consider maybe having dinner with me sometime? At least that way we can meet somewhere other than sickbay." Josh turned back to Rosenbauer and regarded him, her eyebrow climbing back into her hairline again. This time however she smiled at him. "Thank you and I accept however with one provision. No one who offers to buy me dinner, and I take it that you were offering to buy me dinner, is ever allowed to call me Doctor Caskie. You make call me Josh or Jennifer or Jenny. Which ever you feel most comfortable with." (Reply Mike) "By all means let me know when you are free and I will work something out. Oh and Mr Rosenbauer, thank you for the invitation. I appreciate it" (Reply Mike) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (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, filed the paperwork explaining in detail the hearty sum of damages caused to the saloon itself, let alone the list of injuries that medical personnel had to tend to. Chance stood in front of the six cells explaining 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, Josh, any) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Brig- CO- Captain Salid Ibn Salid- 1840) Ahmed stood in the brig offices, Jono by his side, regarding the assembled personnel. To have been summoned here because of a bar brawl in the Trade Winds, was not what he considered to be a worthwhile endeavor. Raschen explained the situation, and even presumed to define the meaning of respect for the edification of the Captain and the First Officer. Once it was apparent, Ahmed turned to Sullivan, who had remained quiet thus far and said, "Mister Sullivan head to the Bridge and take the CONN, Neither Mister Janeway nor I will require your assistance here." (reply Sullivan) To say that Ahmed was exceptionally disappointed and a little upset with the actions of his personnel was the understatement of the century. "I am well aware of how respect is earned Mister Raschen," the Captain bit off a bit roughly. "I am however at this very moment questioning the judgment of each of the personnel that participated in this little 'incident.' What in the name of the Federation were you all thinking?" Ahmed raised his hand, palm out to indicate that they should not answer his last question. "Regardless of their opinions of my command ability, or their voiced desire to 'twist my neck and teach me some respect' I want to know why it is that my personnel became involved in a bar brawl with a visiting diplomatic mission in the first place." "I understand that they attacked each other, and that they needed to be separated, but whatever possessed one of you to strike one of them on the head with a beer-bottle?" "For the love of all that is holy, that's assault with a deadly weapon. Someone could have been killed. It shows a complete disrespect for the rules and it shows that you have no respect for this ship or the fleet that she serves in. You are a complete disgrace to the uniforms that you are wearing." Ahmed looked directly at Sheridan. "Chief Sheridan, you have 30 years of service to the fleet. Certainly you knew better than to get yourself caught up in this mess? What in the nine planes of hell where you thinking?" (reply Sheridan) "And you, Mister Raschen, are the Acting Chief of this Ship's security force. I depend upon you to maintain discipline and the safety of this ship and her crew. How exactly do you suppose that escalating this situation from a fist fight to a brawl shows good judgment and ability to handle delicate situations?" (reply Raschen) "I suggest that you read up on your security procedures. And I also suggest that you make certain that there are no more issues aboard this ship." Ahmed sighed. "I am of half a mind to run each one of you up the flag pole for conduct unbecoming and aggravated assault. Recommendations on this matter Mister Janeway? Do we keep them or dismiss them from their duties?" (reply Janeway, Sullivan, Raschen, Sheridan, Any others present) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Brig- Sr OPS NCO - SCPO Phil Sheridan- 1841) Sheridan stood at rigid attention as CAPT Salid spoke. ~What the (*$@%$! was I thinking~ Sheridan thought to himself. The Co looked him square in the eye and asked " Chief Sheridan, you have 30 years of service to the fleet. Certainly you knew better than to get yourself caught up in this mess? What in the nine planes of hell where you thinking?". "Sir, in all fairness, none of had us any restraining devices and Security had not arrived and we needed to stop the situation Sir. The parties involved were ordered to stop and ..." Phil replied- knowing it was a lame response at best. (reply: Captain Salid) "Sir, other than that, I offer no excuses Sir" Sheridan replied. He saw his 30 years about to go down the drain. ~ Aw )(*(*&$%#$" he thought ~I can always work for Pez the Ferengi~ and decided he'd accept whatever was to come and not sweat it. (reply: any present) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Brig - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1842) Although Ro'Dal had been off duty when she'd heard the security alert and that there was a brawl going on in the Tradewinds, she had decided to head down to the Brig to increase the number of security officers there as she was certain that there would be an influx of prisoners once the brawlers were subjugated, and they could possibly cause more trouble if they decided that the Brig was not for them. She was correct in that there had been a /lot/ more guests to arrive than normal, accompanied by a battered looking aCSEC and Chief Sheridan. ~This is the most fun the Brig staff have had since...well...forever!~ She thought as she helped process the prisoners and listened to Raschen's explanation of what had occurred as he relayed it to the Captain, FO and CTAC who had recently arrived. Ro'Dal suppressed the slight shock that the brawl (as she saw it), was actually instigated either by Raschen or Sheridan who had taken umbrage over some remarks made by The Arturians and Meldovians about the Captain. Instead of suppressing those who were starting a fight, the crewmembers had been aggressive. She listened silently while the Captain vocalised his displeasure at both Raschen's and Sheridan's actions. Apparently Sheridan had actually smashed a bottle on one of their 'guests' skulls. ~Who knows, somebody could have been killed if the Security officers hadn't arrived and broken up the brawl.~ Ro' thought, listening as Salid severely reprimanded both of them. "I suggest that you read up on your security procedures. And I also suggest that you make certain that there are no more issues aboard this ship." The Captain sighed. "I am of half a mind to run each one of you up the flag pole for conduct unbecoming and aggravated assault. Recommendations on this matter Mister Janeway? Do we keep them or dismiss them from their duties?" Ro'Dal considered the COs question to the FO. It was something she would have asked her FO in private (if she was the CO), but she wasn't, however if she was the Captain she would certainly suspend them all for a month without recompense, and they'd be lucky to keep their rank. However, every captain was an individual with their own sense of morals and principles, but she was sure whatever he decided, it would be the best one for the ship as a whole. (reply Any others present) (posted by Sal) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Brig - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1843) "Mister Sullivan head to the Bridge and take the CONN, Neither Mister Janeway nor I will require your assistance here." the Captain said. "Understood, moving, sir." she said and headed to the turbo lift just outside the brig. Shortly T'Larah arrived at her destination and strode straight for the center chair. "I relieve you, I have the bridge." she said simply. "I stand relieved." an experienced young Lieutenant, said while standing. T'Larah began reviewing the ship's systems with her trained eye. ~The command console is a little more compact then I'm used to,~ she thought and continued about her work. (Reply any, none needed) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Brig- CSEC – ENS Chance Raschen - 1845) "And you, Mister Raschen, are the Acting Chief of this Ship's security force. I depend upon you to maintain discipline and the safety of this ship and her crew. How exactly do you suppose that escalating this situation from a fist fight to a brawl shows good judgment and ability to handle delicate situations?" ~Tread lightly~ Chance thought to himself as he took a deep breath and composed himself before speaking in an excessively calm and quiet tone of voice.. Looking at the skipper in the eyes; “Judging by my unique record sir, I think we can both agree that I don’t have a lot of experience when it comes to ‘delicate situations’. Besides sir; isn’t it endangering the ship and crew when one threatens the life of the captain sir?” He said. "I suggest that you read up on your security procedures. And I also suggest that you make certain that there are no more issues aboard this ship." ”Aye sir” was all Raschen said and left it at that. Ahmed sighed. "I am of half a mind to run each one of you up the flag pole for conduct unbecoming and aggravated assault. Recommendations on this matter Mister Janeway? Do we keep them or dismiss them from their duties?" The skipper asked, but before Janeway responded ~Consider the message you send if we are punished and they aren’t~ Raschen thought as he waited to be busted again. (Reply Janeway iyw) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Brig, CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1846) "Sir, in all fairness, none of had us any restraining devices and Security had not arrived and we needed to stop the situation Sir. The parties involved were ordered to stop and ..." Phil replied. "And...?" "Sir, other than that, I offer no excuses Sir" Sheridan finished. ~Now that's what I'm trying to get to.~ Ahmed thought. "And you, Mister Raschen, are the Acting Chief of this Ship's security force. I depend upon you to maintain discipline and the safety of this ship and her crew. How exactly do you suppose that escalating this situation from a fist fight to a brawl shows good judgment and ability to handle delicate situations?" "Judging by my unique record sir, I think we can both agree that I don't have a lot of experience when it comes to 'delicate situations'. Besides sir; isn't it endangering the ship and crew when one threatens the life of the captain sir?" Raschen replied carefully. Ahmed sighed. "Free speech Mister Raschen." he replied, "Which is to say that anyone can talk about twisting my neck, it's when the situation turns to action or a credible threat of action that you are supposed to respond." The CO shook his head. "I suggest that you read up on your security procedures. And I also suggest that you make certain that there are no more issues aboard this ship." "I am of half a mind to run each one of you up the flag pole for conduct unbecoming and aggravated assault. Recommendations on this matter Mister Janeway? Do we keep them or dismiss them from their duties?" "Never mind Jono," Ahmed added a moment later, "you and I will discuss this further. Then we'll speak with each of you again." Ahmed said turning back to the personnel responsible. "Mister Janeway, I'd like to have your recommendations on my desk no later than tomorrow 1400 hours." (reply Jono) "As for you Mister Sheridan. I expect you to issue a formal apology to the individual that is still in sickbay for your actions. You will then return to your normal duties pending a review of the situation. I expect a complete report from you concerning the situation on the FO's desk no later than 1000 hours tomorrow." (reply Sheridan) "Mister Raschen, I will expect a similar report from you with the same deadlines. you will also instruct all security and ship's crew that were involved to prepare a report due to the FO by the same time. I would also like to see a copy of the security logs, and the internal sensor logs. In the meantime, pending an inquiry you will return to your normal duties. These individuals will remain in the brig for 24 hours, after which time they are to be released. The delegate in sickbay may count his time in sickbay towards his detainment time." "Do either of you have any questions concerning my orders?" (reply Sheridan, Raschen) Ahmed nodded, his disappointment beginning to reside somewhat. He turned to the Arbiter and the two chief delegates. "Captain I must protest-" The Arturian delegate began. Ahmed raised his hand as if to say, no more. "I've made my decision on the matter. Your personnel are as much to blame here as are my personnel and those of the other delegation. They will remain in the brig as I've ordered and if you protest too much, I may see fit to leave them there for a while longer, to ensure that they understand the gravity of the situation. Because while I and my crew understand how many lives hang in the balance of these talks, I do believe that your personnel are too busy *playing* diplomat to *be* diplomats. Now if you will excuse us." Ahmed nodded at Janeway and he turned and headed out of the brig, leaving the Diplomat-General speechless. (reply Janeway, Raschen, Sheridan, any others present) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Brig, Sr OPS NCO - SCPO Phillip Sheridan - 1847) Sheridan braced himself at rigid attention as Captain Salid raked him over the coals. Phil's face was a mask of stone - inwardly he was mad as all get out. He was still convinced the little jerk he had hit with the bottle deserved what he got. The Co explained that he 1) would apologize to the person he struck and 2)Sheridan would file a report to the FO by 1000 the next day. After they were dismissed, Phil headed to his quarters to sort his thoughts out. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Personal Quarters, Sr OPS NCO - SCPO Phillip Sheridan - 1849) Phil entered his quarters and sat down. He didn't want to really want to go through this mess but orders were orders. He walked to his terminal and started to compose his report. In his message, Sheridan indicated it was he, not Ensign Raschen, who had initiated things by yelling "charge" and striking the Meldovian delegate named Frendol. Frendol had an Arturian delegate by throat. He had no excuse for striking he Meldovian other than his anger got the better of him as it had so many times over the last 30 years. Phil paused a moment and thought about the brawl. ~*&%$#@~ Sheridan thought - he HAD screwed up and realized the CO was correct. "So, Lt Janeway, I recommend that I be given full accountability for the brawl and will accept any disciplinary action you and the CO deem proper" he added, saving and sending the report on. Phil crossed to his replicator and got a cup of strong coffee. He tried to think of how to 'apologize' to the Meldovian delegate. Finishing his coffee, Phil rose and headed toward Sick Bay and his date with Frendol. (reply: any/none) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – CSEC Quarters- aCSEC – ENS Chance Raschen – 1900) Chance entered his quarters. As he sat down at his desk he turned to look out the window and smiled. He didn't mind being punished this time because he actually did the crime ~the skipper was right; I shouldn’t have hit that self-righteous @$$ of a diplomat like I did~ Chance decided that he needed to file his report to Lieutenant Janeway, the sooner the better. So he turned to his terminal and started writing: “Lt Janeway sir, I am accepting full responsibility for mine and Chief Sheridan’s actions in the Trade Winds during the brawl. When the fight between the two delegations began I gave orders to knock out all of the delegates, by what ever means needed. We had no weapons whatsoever on our person and the Chief was simply obeying my orders. All Chief Sheridan did extra was say aloud what I was already thinking and about to say myself sir. Secondly sir, because the fight happened in a Very public manner, I feel that my apology to all the delegates should be equally public and made before we make land fall on Barakos IV. Finally sir; in my experience as a privateer/pirate, the making any kind of comment that involved the killing of the captain by anyone onboard the ship was usually the beginning stirrings of mutiny. That is why I took offence to the comments made against the captain’s life; I didn’t view them simply as ‘free speech’. Again, I am taking full responsibility for mine and Chief Sheridan’s involvement concerning the fight inside the Trade Winds sir. Ensign Chance Raschen Acting Chief of Security USS Rosenante; NCC-924650 52nd Federation Starfleet” After he sent the report up to the FO Chance had an idea, he didn’t know if the other man would go for it, but it was an idea none the less. He tapped his comm.-badge and said “Chief Sheridan, this is Raschen, I have an idea.” (Reply Sheridan) “I thought it might be a good idea Chief for us to do our formal apologies together. You know, one of those ‘United we stand, divided we fall’ type things.” (Reply Sheridan) (Reply Janeway iyw, Sharidan) (Posted by Charlie) ********************************************** (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, 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 – Astrometrics Lab – ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1605) =/\= What problem do you need help with, Mr. Weaver? =/\= "Well, it's going to sound a little weird, but I've been running the feeds off the scans for my stellar drift analysis and…" he paused, a little embarassed. "It seems my stars 'skipped a beat' since we've activated the spiral drive." 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.=/\= Dorian furrowed his brow. ~Couldn't things have just run smoothly, at least for a full week?~ "I was afraid you'd say so. But I thought we could begin by running a thorough diagnostic on the equipment here, maybe it's just not calibrated properly. I know it's getting late in the day, but maybe you could swing by?" (Reply T'Kron) Dorian sat back in his chair, saving today's work in a temporary file, with the sinking feeling that he would need to re-run today's numbers. (Reply T'Kron) (Posted by Sheila Mayer for Mathieu Raymond) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Main Engineering – Engineer Ensign T'Kron - 1608) "Chief Bird, I have been asked to make some repairs in Astrometrics. I request permission to leave Engineering." "Anything serious?" asked the CEO. T'Kron answered, "That is doubtful. Though I am not sure what exactly might be wrong, I am speculating that it is not going to be serious. I can let you know if it turns out to be more involved, Sir." "Very well, permission granted," said Chief Bird. T'Kron nodded, and went to find a toolkit before leaving Main Engineering. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Astrometrics – Engineer Ensign T'Kron – 1611) Entering Astrometrics, T'Kron looked around and said, "Mister Weaver? I am Ensign T'Kron." (Reply Dorian Weaver) (Posted by Sheila Mayer) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Deck 4, Astrometrics Lab – ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - Day 4 - 1612) Entering Astrometrics, T'Kron looked around and said, "Mister Weaver? I am Ensign T'Kron." Dorian rose from his chair and gave a salute. "Thank you for coming, sir. I really appreciate this." He turned to his console. "As I was telling you earlier, and I can show you exactly where things go wrong. Computer, display time index 24080217, sample 14." The starfield reset itself to the frame just before the spiral drive was engaged. Dorian slid his finger across the time scale control. "If we now extrapolate the drift with the new data, this is what we get." The stars immediately took a dip away from the center of the display, and then began spinning around in a helicoïdal fashion. The movement was very faint. But very much against physics as well. "So, what do you think the problem could be?" (Reply T'Kron) (Posted by Sheila Mayer for Mathieu Raymond) ********************************************** (USS Rosenante - CTAC Office - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1345) T'Larah had started decorating her office. She knew it would be considered illogical by many Vulcans to arrange a work space in a way that is anything other then optimal efficiency. She had on the back wall a Vulcan sculpture made of subtle-hued but intricately arranged Vulcan native crystal, complete with a trickle of water that danced happily and delicately on it's surface. Guided by gravity to a pool at the bottom, only to be inaudibly pumped back to the top to start the process all over again. On the left wall as you walk into the place she started to hang things of a martial nature. Her trillpa, the Vulcan sword she trained in at the VIDA. Her trophy from the mixed martial arts tournament. Her tritainium fighting batons. A few other weapon implements as well, more interestingly she has hung a replica of a Sword of Sajik. Replica because Vulcans would never let a real on of these priceless antiques, indicative a dark time in Vulcan history. The weapon supposedly focuses a user's psionic energy and enables them to combat non-corporeal entities. T'Larah her self, didn't believe in ghosts, but supposedly with only thirty such weapons were able to fend off a horde of entities bent on using the Vulcan race for a meal. She kept a replica to remind her that the fact sometimes leads to the fanciful. The right wall she kept pictures. The main picture was called, "Knight of Rosenante", it was a painting depicting a more fanciful version of Quixote and his faithful steed. Rimmed around that painting she had holos of family, both her parents, their wedding holo, trimmed in the bottom corner in black. She also has her Starfleet graduation holo, and a few holos of friends lost in the war, also trimmed in black. =^= Lieutenant Sullivan, your presence is requested on the bridge.=^= She slapped her badge, "On my way." ~See you later, Bree.~ She thought at one of the pictures and exited to the bridge. (Reply none) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Ready Room - CO - Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - 1354) Ahmed had read and re-read the recommendations that Janeway had provided. it was clear what he felt should be done, and it was clear that he felt that whatever the CO decided, should happen after the current mission provided that whatever was after did not include serving as slaves to some Orion syndicate boss somewhere. Ahmed nodded and put the PADD down on the table he picked up his coffee cup and took a sip of his Turkish coffee with goat's milk and sugar. He cradled the cup in his hands and turned to look out past through the window. The spiral streaks of light danced in some sort of intricate jitter which was both beautiful and disturbing at the same time. He knew it was a result of the interaction of the light through the field that generated the ever lengthening and collapsing transwarp conduit that allowed the ship to travel faster than any other vessel in the fleet. The Spiral Geometry Warp Drive was an ingenious marriage of Starfleet warp technology and Borg transwarp conduits. It was an amazing breakthrough in FTL propulsion and Ahmed felt honored to be serving on such a unique vessel. Suddenly the stars stopped their dance and returned to a nearly imperceptible movement brought on when a ship was moving under impulse speeds. Salid glanced at the Chrono and noted the time; 1356. They were slightly ahead of schedule. The comm. in the ready room sounded. =^= Captain, we have arrived at the Orion-Federation Border=^= a voice advised. Ahmed spoke directly into the air. "Thanks you, I'll be on the bridge shortly." The CO smiled then quickly finished the rest of his coffee. From here, things only got harder. (reply Janeway, Any) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Main Bridge - FO - Lt. Jono Janeway - 1356) Jono sat back in the main command chair of the bridge. It had been a hectic couple of days and he knew it was only going to get worse. He had reflected many times on what the Arbiter had said at the meeting and he felt a little bad about the truthful report he had sent Ahmed about the incident including Raschen and a couple others. He had suggested a couple of different paths he would advise the CO to walk down but at the end of the report he added that in the middle of a mission of this security it was possibly the time to let the men get on with their jobs and deal with it after the mission was over. If they made it back, that was. He shook his head and looked out of the Rose's viewscreen the swirling colours of spare as the ships Spiral Drive was active was different to being at warp. It almost felt a little alien but he was sure it would become second nature soon enough. As he was looking out the viewscreen the ship suddenly jumped out of the stream they were in and he could see space once again as it was. "Sir, We've arrived at our destination." The CONN officer said, Jono nodded a little perplexed why Dralar wasnt at the CONN station. It was rare he had a shift without the officer. He had begin to grow on Jono and he quite enjoyed some of the conversations they had if needed. ~Must be busy~ Jono thought to himself and swept it aside. "Excellent. Notify the Captain and Lt. Sullivan we have arrived. Tactical activate the cloaking system and shut down any un-necessary tactical systems. Including all civilian decks and non-essential personnel sections of the ship." (Reply Tactical) "CONN, Set a course for Barakos VI. Take into consideration the HISS systems and their required speeds." (Reply CONN) "Engineering." He turned around to Paul, who he was pleansently surprised to see he had begun taking more bridge shifts, "Monitor HISS systems levels. If there are any problems we need to know about it before they cause us to be found." (Reply Paul - Assuming it his him on the bridge, if not I'll repost with an NPC) "Lets get this show on the road." He said as he heard the turbolift doors open to reveal several officers ready to take their positions. (Reply CO, Paul, any officers wishing to be on the bridge at that time) (Posted by Jono) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Bridge - CO - Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid - 1400) Ahmed stepped onto the bridge. he noted the officers that were present and gave them each a brief nod. He walked across the bridge, a man with a purpose and settled into the recently vacated center command chair. "What's our status Jono?" he asked. (reply Janeway) Ahmed nodded. "Very Good." "Put together a senior staff and away team meeting at 1800 hours. Let's make it a Captain's dinner. Standard Uniforms. Have Smith or Sheridan coordinate it with Chef. Nothing too involved, maybe some sort of buffet? We'll have dinner then team assignments and mission information. I don't want to waste much time, I'd rather get the mission underway shortly after we arrive at 2000 hours." (reply Janeway, Any) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Main Bridge - FO - Lt. Jono Janeway - 1402) Jono heard the doors open and noticed Ahmed step through the door, he stood up and vacated the command chair to take up the First Officers seat. Ahmed sat down and then turned to Jono and spoke. "What's our status Jono?" he asked. "We're moving towards Barakos VI, using the HISS systems. ETA is about 6 hours." Ahmed nodded. "Very Good." "Put together a senior staff and away team meeting at 1800 hours. Let's make it a Captain's dinner. Standard Uniforms. Have Smith or Sheridan coordinate it with Chef. Nothing too involved, maybe some sort of buffet? We'll have dinner then team assignments and mission information. I don't want to waste much time, I'd rather get the mission underway shortly after we arrive at 2000 hours." Ahmed said. "I'll get right on it." He said and then began working from the console on the side of his chair. He sent two high priority messages to Smith and Sheridan explaining what needed to be done and for when. He then quickly composed a message to all ships officers telling them they were expected to attend the dinner and that he looked forward to seeing them there." He realised a fair few of them were already on the bridge. (Reply any, all) (Posted by Jono) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Sickbay - CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1404) Josh had just wound up the shift change and was quietly sitting down at her desk going over all her paperwork before she went of duty when a message appeared from the FO. The Captain had planned a senior staff dinner for 1800 and Josh sighed not looking forward to having to climb in to her white out suit again. On reading the message further Josh was happy to see that Standard Uniforms would be the dress of the day. Smiling she acknowledged the FO's message, logged it to set up a reminder on her personal pc and shutting down the station she was at, picked up all her padds, spoke to the MO now in charge of Sickbay and set off back to her quarters. (No reply needed) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – CSEC Office- aCSEC – ENS Chance Raschen – 1405) Raschen felt a slight change in the ship as he sat behind his desk filing reports. For Chance that could only mean that he was getting close to one of his favorite haunts in the entire quadrant and a joyous and, hopefully, profitable visit with his grandfather; the infamous bounty hunter “Easy Ed” Raschen. Chance received a message from Janeway telling him to be at a ‘working dinner’ at 1800 hours. Unfortunately for Chance though, dinner also meant having to be around the Meldovians and Arturians again. Those self-important pain-in-the-necks call themselves Delegates; they’re more like useless politicians. At heart anyways, Chance was always a bit of an anarchist, but like the American Revolutionary Thomas Paine, he did understand that governments were a necessary evil in the universe. Chance sent a text only reply back to the First Officer that said “I will be there; just don’t expect the smile on my face to be genuine were the Arturians and Meldovians are concerned sir.” (Reply Janeway iyw) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Security Dept. - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1410) Returning to the Security Offices to file her report for the day before heading off duty, Ro' found a message waiting for her from the FO, Lt. Janeway, informing her of a meeting at 1800 hours and that there would be food and drink provided and best of all, she could wear a standard uniform, not that she minded the dress whites but she was a sloppy eater. It was to discuss the upcoming mission. Truth be told, Ro'Dal was looking forward to the away mission, she had always found the old tales of sea-faring pirates quite fascinating and was now wondering if the space pirates had similar traits. She would soon find out, she was sure and half hoped she be able to put her recently renewed skills with the meqleH to use. Her report was short and sweet so she was soon off duty and heading back to her quarters for some R & R before it was time to get spiffed up for the meeting. (reply none) (posted by Sal) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Ready Room - Captain's Mess-CO- Capt Ahmed Ibn Salid - 1745) Ahmed smiled as he stepped into the Captain's ward room which also served as his personal mess where he could entertain guests privately or celebrate some minor events without involving the entirety of the crew. Chef Marcia Gastineau was by far one of the most accomplished chefs in the UFP. She had been assigned to the Rosenante in the capacity of Galley Chief, which although an enlisted position, carried with it a great deal of status. She was responsible for the perishables sores, for planning and catering all the special events and crew interactions and to Ahmed's delight she was also his personal chef, should Ahmed have need of her services. Marcia smiled as he entered and Ahmed noted the sparkle in her brown eyes. "Hello captain." She greeted him as he entered the room. "Hello Marcia, how are you this evening?" he replied, still smiling. "Very good thank you. I appreciate the opportunity to cater something tonight, I was beginning to wonder if I was going to get the opportunity since the Delegation arrived. Cartenian dishes are very challenging," she added off-handedly. "Indeed, but I'm sure you'll rise to the occasion as usual Marcia." Ahmed replied, so tell me what have you put together for us today?" Marcia smiled even brighter and turned to the long buffet table set up along the starboard wall. "A little bit of everything, really. We have three types of soup. A Vulcan T'poyth, A lobster bisque and a good old fashioned French Onion. " Ahmed nodded as the Chef continued. "Then we have the main course items." She gestured towards the bulk of dishes on the table. " Jasmine honey glazed lamb, roasted Vulcan vegetables in a mildly seasoned sauce, lobster tail and cedar plank roasted salmon in a white wine glaze, rare roasted and thin cut beef brisket, a wide variety of fruits and steamed vegetables as well as a plethora of dipping sauces and dips. We also added some roasted chicken breasts with a soy sauce demi-glaze." She said highlighting just a few of the dishes. "We also have some rice dishes and some freshly prepared bread." Ahmed could feel himself salivating already. "As always, you've gone above and beyond Marcia." he said complementing the woman. "Oh, but you haven't even seen the desserts." She said, "but those are a surprise for after dinner." Ahmed nodded. He was already wondering what wonderful confection she had come up with already. "Excellent work, Marcia" Ahmed said again. "You're welcome Captain. Enjoy." "I'm sure we will. Thank you." Marcia smiled and exited the room back into the kitchen, Ahmed knew that she'd be close by to correct any mishaps and to monitor the success of her presentation. The Captain walked down the length of the buffet table investigating the various dishes that were waiting to be consumed. He reached down and picked up a ripe black olive the size of a large grape and popped it into his mouth just as the door slid open and some of his officers arrived. (reply All personnel attending) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Captain's Mess - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1747) When the doors opened T'Larah was bombarded by a myriad of olfactory sensations. Some she could identify and was used to, others she could not, though she wasn't sure if it was the blending of the smells or the individual ingredients. ~I wouldn't say unpleasant, just not what I'm used to.~ "As long as it isn't Klingon." she muttered to herself as she examined the entrees to be served. The Culinary Engineer, what was her name? T'Larah had saw it on a report once, well who ever she was she was beaming, obviously proud of her achievements. ~If that T'poyth is as good as it looks she will have earned her position.~ Perhaps the chef saw T'Larah scrutinizing her handy work. (Reply Chef Gastineau) "No, I see that you have prepared a vast plethora of food, and it all looks well prepared, but if you don't mind, I will stick to the Vulcan dishes you have prepared." she said in a kind tone. ~My father would be proud, my mother would question why I a logical evaluation had to have emotional reasoning.~ T'Larah waited for the Captain's cue to start. (Reply any) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Smuggler Ship Revenant- Bridge, CO- Captain Orldar Massox- 1900) ~Barakos VI~ Orldar thought as the planet slowly turned on the viewscreen in front of him. ~Never has there been such a den of complete corruption, perversion and violence in any other star system in the galaxy. Not even the Ferengi could muster such complete decadence.~ The Andorian captain sat in his command chair centered on the bridge of his Ferengi Marauder. The ship was almost as battle-scarred as he was. His left eye had been taken out by a knife-wielding Caitain with a personal desire to hijack his ship. He'd lost his left antenna to a Romulan disruptor. In a similar mode, the Marauder was just as scarred. Patchwork repairs to portions of the hull marked pervious engagements with a variety of opponents; Romulans, Orions, Ferengi, Federation (both sides) and even Klingons. The ship was a hodgepodge of modified components salvaged from defeated enemy vessels or purchased on the black market. That included the Romulan cloaking device that gave his ship, the Revenant her legendary ghost-like qualities. Massox watched as a small group of Orion Slave ships slipped into orbit around Barakos, slipping in beneath the shadow of the orbital defense platforms. He didn't know what type of ship to expect. A federation ship, pirate ship or something else entirely, but he had hoped to spot the vessel that would be bringing their Federation contacts to Barakos VI by now. "Maybe they've been captured trying to cross the border, Captain." Kimberlane offered from the tactical station, "I'll find it humorous if they don't show up, then you can take the bearer certificates and the latinum and we can move on to a better job than this one." Massox turned to regard the Human. He was a massive man, the result of illegal Eugenics enhancement in the fringes of Federation Space. His muscles had muscles, but despite his mass, he was a quick and agile man, easily the match of a small group of Klingons or Nausicaans. "You know, as appealing as that sounds, Kimberlane, I'm not keen on the idea. The pay for this job is enough to clear my gambling debts and replace the cargo that we had to jettison in the RSE. It will get us back into good standing with the Syndicate and with our Ferengi investors." He shook his head as he continued,"...no it looks like we'll have to play this one straight." he replied. "But why can't we just take the certificates and use them?" He pressed. "They're useless without the transaction codes, just a bunch of worthless memory paper." "The latinum then, it's soluble." "True, but there's not enough of it to be worthwhile. We'd have Starfleet intelligence on us as well as the Ferengi and the Hasdak Syndicate. That's just too much heat." The big man just sighed then nodded. "Is there anyone we haven't pissed off lately?" he asked. ~All we have to do is deliver the certificates and the latinum and get out of this mess alive.~ He thought, then considered the fact that the 'alive' part was the harder of the two, especially considering the price on his head. "Well we haven't made the Borg angry with us." Massox replied "Now there's a relief," Kimberlane replied feigning mock relief. "Keep an eye on that console, I want to know when they arrive." Kimberlane glanced down at the console. "you realize it's futile for me to try to predict which of these ship's they are going to be on, right?" "Yes, I know." "Then why am I doing it again?" "Because it seems like a good idea. And when have my ideas ever been bad?" "Let's see there was the time on Lyra II, Cygni Epsilon IV...." (reply none) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – VIP Quarters– Aide Metia Rone- 2000) Metia had at first been perplexed when the Holographic image of the marine program had failed to respond to her instructions to have the program materialize in her quarters on the day of her arrival. She had figured that it was probably the result of the encoded security key that she had been using to dig through the computer files. It seemed that this normally innocuous program had somehow be restricted by the captain for some as of yet undetermined reason. That meant that she would have to work around her original plan and that meant that she had lost time. As it was, it had taken her a small fortune to buy the hardware that she was using, not to mention the strings she had to pull to be assigned to T'val at the last minute once she had discovered that he would be going into Orion space. It had been unfortunate that his last aide had been killed by a Cartenian assassin who had for once not been aiming at the Arbiter. Rather than having the Hologram do the records queries for her, she had been forced to alter the programming on the hardware key and by pass several of the lower security protocols on some of the minor secured database and communications protocols.. She then embedded a scrounger program to go through files, and communications looking for a few key words. It was fairly routine work for her. She had been trained to do things like this and had become quite accomplished in their execution. Still the Rosenante computer security was more complex than anything that she had ever seen before and the work was far from over. She flipped through the gathered data files looking for any sign of her sister. [Deltan diplomatic aide kidnapped] she pulled from the FNN database, then […believed that Rone may have been lured into an isolated area in order to facilitate her disappearance] she pulled from the Cardassian police reports. She discarded nearly a hundred useless pieces of unrelated information before she caught another shred of information. [possible Rone transported off world in captivity for sex ring slavery. Most likely point of surfacing for sale is Barakos VI. Likely that she was taken by Orion Slavers for resale.] ~Thank you SFI and Deltan Diplomatic encryptions!~ Despite the fact that the ransom had been paid as required, her sister remained a captive somewhere. All the experts said it was the Orions, a couple had blamed the Ferengi. Metia had to side with the experts. ~Barakos VI~ she thought, ~You'd better not have my sister. Now how do I manage to get down to the planet?~ (reply none) (posted by Daniel Greene) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------