Compile July 01 - 31 ------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Letters of the Marques Day 6 Stardate: 2408.02.21 (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- ACSO-Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1240) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- CO-Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1242) (USS Rosenante- Sickbay - CMO's Office - Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1245) (USS Rosenante- Turbolift - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1246) (USS Rosenante- Deck 1, Observation Lounge - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1306) (USS Rosenante- Deck 1, Observation Lounge - CO Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid - 1308) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- CO-Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1345) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1347) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1347.5) <-- Continuation Post. (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1348) (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- CO-Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1450) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1452) (USS Rosenante- Bridge- ACops -Ensign Smith- 1453) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid - 1454) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1455) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge -– Nodel - 1458) (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- Security Officer- Mike Rosenbauer-1850) (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- CMO - Lt (sg) Jennifer Olivia Susan Caskie (Josh)-1855) (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- Security Officer- Mike Rosenbauer-1900) (USS Rosenante- Mike's Personal Quarters- Jennifer (Josh) Caskie -1904) (USS Rosenante- Mike's Personal Quarters- Security Officer - Mike Rosenbauer -1905) ------------------------------------------------------------- Begin Compile ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- ACSO-Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1240) "Now that also means that I am holding you responsible for her well-being and to make certain that she receives any special care that she may need." Dorian knew that statement had been coming, but it still hit him like a ton of brick. He had joined Starfleet to get away from the minutiae of a normal life. He had given a few good years to his community, then the fire had gone out, somehow. Now he was to be thrust into the role of a caregiver again. "Aye sir, I'll see to it she lacks nothing." "I suggest that you start by discussing with Doctor Caskie any specialized dietary needs that she may have due to her current state of malnourishment. there will also need to be counseling sessions scheduled and educational classes enrolled in. I leave it to you to decide if she is to maintain her own quarters or if you and she will require quarters which you can co-habitate as a family unit. Currently she is in quarantine in Sickbay due to security concerns, you are authorized to visit her and on my authority you may affect her release with Doctor Caskie provided that you are certain that she is not a threat to this ship or her crew." "Good. I'll coordinate with the good doctor on this issue. Though I would much rather have her assigned her own quarters. My room is too small for two people, we would invade on each other too much. Besides, I don't think it would be appropriate. If she is to gain her independence, might as well start somewhere." He took another sip of coffee. "I was a teacher previously. I'll evaluate her academic needs and see if we can integrate her into an existing curriculum, or deisgn one for her. I'll lend her some easy book, then once out of Orion Space, I'll get her into a holo-classroom or something to that effect. She'll be squared away and we can have her settled outside of the ship after our mission ends." "Aside from these things we now need to discuss some mission related concerns. I've read your after-action report, so since I still have questions we will need to question her about a few things. Because she is not familiar with our legal system, and because there is no telling what motives, if any, she may harbor beyond the desire to get herself out of the slave market, I will need you to meet with her before the 1300 meeting and explain to her, that she is no longer a slave, and explain the entire situation so that she is capable of making solid choices when she is called on to answer questions here with you and I later. I want you to make certain that she understands her legal rights. Our meeting will be an informal series of questions and is not an official inquiry for any sort of misconduct. At 1300, you and she shall return here and I will ask her a few questions in your presence. Do you have any questions about this?" "No sir, no questions." He settled the cup politely on the table. "I'd better be about it quick, then, sir. If I may be excused?" (Reply Salid) Dorian got up, saluted slowly and walked off towards the nearest turbolift. =/\= Sickbay, this is Ensign jg Weaver. I'd like to come by and have a word with Sodra, as well as escort her to the Captain, would that pose a medical problem, or be inconvenient to her? =/\= (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- CO-Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1242) "No sir, no questions." He settled the cup politely on the table. "I'd better be about it quick, then, sir. If I may be excused?" Dorian asked. "Of course, Mister Weaver." Ahmed replied, "And by the way a very good job down there on the planet." Dorian got up, saluted slowly and left the room. Ahmed realized that he had not really given Weaver much time, so he decided to allow him a few extra minutes should the completion of his task take longer than anticipated. With a wry smile, Ahmed turned back to his reports. (posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Sickbay - CMO's Office - Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1245) Josh had been sitting down in her office to have a light lunch of a simple sandwich and a cup of her favourite Lapsang Suchong tea when Ensign Weaver's call came through. "Sickbay, this is Ensign jg Weaver. I'd like to come by and have a word with Sodra, as well as escort her to the Captain, would that pose a medical problem, or be inconvenient to her?" Josh put down her cup and pressed the button on her desk that allowed her to reply. =/\= Caskie here, Ensign. Your request certainly poses no medical problems. As to any inconvenience to the lady herself, that is something that you might need to discuss with her, however it is certainly not an inconvenience to Sickbay. Whilst I do understand that you may not have time, this visit, to stop by my office and discuss the disposition of the young lady in question, I would be grateful if you might be able to spare me some time later on this afternoon perhaps, if it isn't too inconvenient. Caskie out. =/\= Not giving the Ensign any time to answer Josh cut the connection. Whilst she totally understood Ro's reasons for buying the Meldovians she had been surprised at the purchase of Sodra and wondered if, given her inherent abilities Sodra had managed somehow to manipulate the Ensign into buying her. Shaking her head Josh laughed. ~Give the poor guy a break Josh, it wasn't really all that long ago that you were a junior grade Ensign, and look at the mistakes you managed to make.~ Chuckling quietly to herself Josh went back to her lunch. (Posted by Marilyn) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Turbolift - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1246) ...I would be grateful if you might be able to spare me some time later on this afternoon perhaps, if it isn't too inconvenient. Caskie out. =/\= Dorian cocked his eyebrow as the channel was cut off before he could even reply, or even worse, launch into a miserably boring explanation. He wondered if he had somehow gotten the EMH again. ~Why does this always happen to me?~ He had certainly not expected to be patched directly with the CMO. "Computer, add an item to my to-do list, priority level 1. Find appropriate time to discuss with CMO about Sodra's health and needs. End note." As the Turbolift doors parted, he stepped onto Deck 10 and headed for Sickbay. (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deck 1, Observation Lounge - ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - 1306) As the turbolift doors slid open, Dorian held out his arm across the threshold, signaling for Sodra to precede him. "Ladies first." With a little luck, the coffee in the pot would still be warm. "Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, CO of the ship I serve on," he turned to Sodra, gesturing her forward, "this is Sodra." (Reply Salid, Sodra) "Sir, I've glossed over the situation for her, and my responsibilities toward her. Anything of that nature, we can discuss further after this meeting, as I promised you." (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Deck 1, Observation Lounge - CO Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid - 1308) When the Chime to the door sounded, Ahmed glanced up just in time for the doors to slide open and reveal Ensign Weaver and Sodra. "Ladies first." Dorian declared in a gentlemanly show of chivalry, then followed the young woman into the room. "Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid," Dorian continued by way of introductions, "CO of the ship I serve on," he turned to Sodra, gesturing her forward, "this is Sodra." Sodra stepped forward meekly as if she was worried that she would be punished for some as of yet unforseen crime. She bowed slightly in deferrence to Ahmed, who bowed his head in response. "Sir, I've glossed over the situation for her, and my responsibilities toward her. Anything of that nature, we can discuss further after this meeting, as I promised you." "Very Well Mister Weaver." Ahmed replied, "Please both of you have a seat. Help yourselves to some pastries and coffee if you'd like." Sodra looked towards Dorian and Ahmed could see a questioning look in her eye. She paused for just a moment but must have caught Ahmeds smile, because she blushed and then gingerly took one of the orange pastries off the platter in front of her. She took a bite and he transformation from fear to delight was almost immediate. The Captain gave her a few moments to enjoy some of the pastry before he spoke. "Sodra, I'm not entirely clear what Ensign Weaver here has told you, so I'm going to give you some information that you may have already heard." "We are in Orion space not to buy slaves but to locate a very important person who was captured by slavers. This man is a Prince among his people and he has the power to put to an end a civil war which has been raging for nearly 400 years." "The reason you are here is because of something that you said on Barakos IV. You offered to help Ensign Weaver locate the prince. Do you remember that?" Sodra nodded but remained silent. "The first thing I want you to understand is that you are not property. No one owns you, you may act as you wish provided that you do not cause this ship or her crew harm or put them in undue danger. I have asked Dorian to help you adjust, because it is apparent that you have been in a state of slavery your entire life, and so you may need some help getting used to the idea of being free to make your own decisions." She looked at him. Ahmed looked directly into her blue eyes. "It is very important that you share with us what you know about the Prince, if anything. if you know nothing, that's fine, we aren't going to send you back into slavery. You'll still be free. Do you understand?" There was a long pause then a very slow nod. "What if I don't want to be free?" she asked. Ahmed glanced up at Dorian. It was a bizarre thing for her to say. (reply Dorian) Ahmed nodded. "Maybe you should try being free before you decide on the matter. I think once you've tasted your freedom, that you'll have no problems making a decision." "Will you tell us what you know about the Prince?" Ahmed asked. Sodra turned and looked at Dorian. There was a pleading look in her eyes. "I am sorry," she said, " I know very little. I tricked you to get out of the cage. I...I do not wish to make you angry with me." There was the threat of tears in her voice. "Please do not punish me." (reply Weaver) "Okay so you don't know much about it, will you tell us what you do know?" Sodra nodded slowly. "Two days ago, I was a slave for a particular master, who bought and slaves for the galleys. I beleive you call the word gang-pressed. He bought some slaves, Meldovians to work on those ships and some of them were worried about a Prince. I did not think it important at the time, but when I heard Dorian speak of a prince, I knew that if I mentioned that I knew something that he would have no choice but to purchase me. I mentioned this to my master, who decided it was best to sell me immediately rather than risk someone hearing anything about the prince from me. he sold me to Mudd where Dorain bought me." She turned and smiled at Dorian, "I had hoped that he would keep me after he discovered I knew nothing of value about the Prince." Ahmed was certain that she had just fluttered her eyelids at Weaver. (posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- CO-Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1345) After completing their questioning of Sodra and discussing her options with Weaver, including Ahmed's own expectations where Dorian's responsibilities to her lie, the two had departed the Observation lounge to help Sodra adjust to her quarters on the Rosenante. The captain next turned his attentions to the next set of interviews on his list, those of the Meldovians that had been rescued on Barakos IV. After treatment it looked as if they would all survive with very little worry of long-term adverse physical problems. Ahmed had decided to question the Meldovians separately, beginning with Komas Dahl, then moving on to Ambia and finally Frokel. In this manner he hoped to get a feel for the situation from various points of view without worry of influence from either of the other two being present. It wasn't so much a means to test for truthfulness, although it would make it more difficult to lie if they were questioned separately, so much as an attempt to get the purest recollection of the story from each of them as possible. There could be small details that one noticed that might be disputed by the others, or some other similar occurrence. And at this point every detail was important. For the 1400 meeting Ahmed had asked Sullivan, Caskie, Janeway, T'Kron, Matrix and Raschen to be present. He hoped that they would contribute to the questioning process and that maybe they would hear any discrepancies in the stories if there were any. He glanced up at the chronograph, knowing that many of his senior officers liked to be early and so they should be arriving shortly. He had replenished the refreshments on the table and waited for them to arrive. (posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1347) Sullivan strode into the Observation Lounge fresh off of her shift on the bridge. She had already early that morning picked up her wayward child Norman from a slightly confused Chief Chef. "He does this all the time." was all T'Larah had replied after thanking her for her patience and concern. "Good afternoon, Captain." she said in an even tone, it had such a monotone quality that there was no pleasantness in it. She sat down at her seat and examined the various treats laid out before her. (Posted by Todd) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 1347.5) Josh entered the Observation Lounge and greeted both the Captain and 2O Sullivan with a smile. Sitting down and putting her padd on the table she addressed them. "I have ran further tests this morning on all of our Meldovian guests and whilst Komas Dahl and Ambia are well enough to be discharged to any quarters that have been arranged I would prefer that Frokel be kept in Sickbay for another twenty four hours. Whilst he is in no danger his health is, how can I put it, not as robust as the other two and to be honest, I would rather have him where I can keep an immediate eye on him." (Reply Salid, T'Larah) As for Ms Sodra, as I said in my report. There is very little wrong with her that some decent food and a little exercise won't cure. There is no need for her to be in Sickbay any longer. As for Nodel, I have never come across his species before and can tell you very little except that he seems to be fairly healthy. I would like the opportunity to run further tests and examinations, but that is solely for my own benefit, and perhaps his, and I will seek his permission for that later." (Posted by Marilyn) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1348) CMO Caskie walked in next. She smiled at the Captain and Sullivan. T'Larah nodded in response. Josh went on to speak about the health of each of the recovered Meldovian evacuees. One would stay in sickbay for another day for observation and probably further treatment. T'Larah had no response as it was not her place to respond. ~I hope that our questioning and debriefing will yield results that will lead us to the prince and the rest of the entourage.~ She wished silently to herself. (Reply Capt Salid) "As for Nodel, I have never come across his species before and can tell you very little except that he seems to be fairly healthy. I would like the opportunity to run further tests and examinations, but that is solely for my own benefit, and perhaps his, and I will seek his permission for that later." To that T'Larah had some suggestions. "Doctor, perhaps you can use similar species that are in the Federation data banks. Our former Assistant Security Chief Lt. Bohb for instance was a Magellan, I'm sure there are other Simian species as well. Other then being sentient, I'm sure that similar Terran species like the Rhesus monkey and the Orangutan may be of some comparable use. Perhaps we can have some of our Federation contacts attempt to obtain more specific information from sources in the Orion Syndicate." T'Larah offered. (Posted by Todd) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Observation Lounge- CO-Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1450) Having concluded their questioning of the Meldovians and satisfied that they were telling the truth, Ahmed had dismissed his officers back to their posts. He had contacted Ro'Dal with a request to bring Nodel to the Observation Lounge so that Ahmed and she could ask the Amthopoid a few questions concerning how he knew about the Meldovians and any other little details that he may have gleamed from the surface during his time there that may shed any light on the identity of the prince's captor. Ahmed had thought it best to keep the crowd to a minimum during this series of questions, simply because he did not wish to make the small creature uncomfortable. He waited patiently, reviewing a few of the reports from the away teams as he waited. (posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1452) Exhaustion had caused Ro'Dal to sleep well past the noon hour and being a creature of habit, it was hunger that had woken her up around 1230, when she'd got up and replicated more food for herself and Nodel. Once they'd eaten and freshened up, they had gone to the hydroponics department to look around, but unfortunately the department head wasn't willing to part with any of the plants, which were mostly edible ones anyway, so they'd moved on and wandered around the botanical gardens until Nodel had seen a couple species of flower plants he particularly liked. Then Ro' had to find the head gardener and arrange for some young plants to be potted up and sent to her quarters. It was while the two of them were in the gardens, lingering in it's beauty, time passing unnoticed, that she received a message from the Captain to join him in the Observation Lounge and to bring Nodel along. Now she strode in to the Observation Lounge with Nodel following closely, to find Captain Salid busy reading what Ro' assumed were reports from the three away teams. "Reporting as ordered, Sir." She said as she drew to a halt before him. (posted by Sal) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Bridge- ACops -Ensign Smith- 1453) Robert eased him self into the ops chair and nodded at the conn operator. He had been talking to Kenneth about his planetary excursions and was relieved to know that he had not to find that he had not drunken him self into a stupor. ~Okay lets see what's happening here~ He accesses the console and began a few diagnostic sweeps that he routinely did when he came on shift. As the computer ran its diagnostic sweep he brought up the list of jobs that had been high lighted to day. ~So it looks like I'm in for a long shift~ He moved the list around until he had prioritized the order. ~Okay first job deflector emitter cluster system needs their weekly diagnostic review. Then it looks like the internal ballistic dampening fields in shuttle bays 3 & 4 need recalibrating as well as astrometrics needing the dorsal and after sensors for a few hours and look environmental subsystem in the hydroponics labs are fluctuating again. This really is looking like a long shift~ With that he got on with his work. (posted by Robbie) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid - 1454) The Chime sounded and a moment later the door slid back to reveal Lieutenant Ro'Dal and her new "pet" Nodel. Ahmed had chosen to avoid any sort of refreshments despite the fairly informal type of discussion he was planning. This decision was out of deference to Nodel, who apparently couldn't consume several complex foods that most of the crew could eat without some sort of discomfort being suffered. "Reporting as ordered, Sir." She said as she drew to a halt before him. "Stand easy Lieutenant, Welcome Nodel. Please make yourselves comfortable." (Reply Ro'Dal) The creature Nodel looked a Ro, and then as if responding to some sort of invisible signal hopped up on the table top and sat near Ro'Dal's right hand. "Nodel, We have a great many things to discuss her today, including some questions about the time that you were on Barakos IV, as well as some questions about your home world, and then finally concerning your official disposition. I have asked Lieutenant Ro'Dal here, because as I understand your arrangement with her, she is your provider is that correct?" Nodel bobbed his body slightly as he answered, "Yes, Ro is Provider for Nodel, Master Slaver." Ahmed was surprised at being called a Slaver, but perhaps not everything had been fully explained to the Amthopoid. He smiled in an attempt to put the creature at ease. "I am not a Slaver owner Nodel. I am the captain of a starship, and all the people here serve of their own free will. They are not slaves, You are not a slave, and neither is Ro." "But Ro buy slaves for Master Slaver." Nodel argued. "Nodel help find slaves." (reply Ro'Dal) Ahmed waited patiently as Ro'Dal explained things to Nodel. Finally, the small creature bobbed it's body and declared, "Nodel understand, is a dishonesty, a ruse or deception." Ahmed nodded, "Yes, it is, but not all deceptions, ruses or dishonesties are bad things, sometimes people are forced to say things and act certain ways to undertake some good deeds. It is because of one such reason that Ro and the others were posing as Slavers." Nodel looked at him but said nothing. There was a couple of moments in which nothing was said and so Ahmed prompted the next phase of questioning. "Nodel, Ro and I have some questions that we need answered. The answers to these questions could save a large number of lives. Will you help us?" Nodel looked to Ro'Dal for guidance. It seemed that he was uncertain of his role in things as they developed. (posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - Sec.O Lt. Ro'Dal - 1455) The Captain told Ro' to stand easy and she relaxed her stance back and smiling, looked down at her little friend who looked a bit tense and she thought. ~ It's okay little friend, you're safe. ~ Wishing she'd told him that before coming in to the Obs. Lounge, but she hoped he would know that she would take care of him in all ways, even in defending him. Nodel looked up at Ro, and then hopped up on the table top to sit near Ro'Dal's right hand. Without thinking she raised her hand and began to stroke his head gently. "Nodel, We have a great many things to discuss here today, including some questions about the time that you were on Barakos IV, as well as some questions about your home world, and then finally concerning your official disposition. I have asked Lieutenant Ro'Dal here, because as I understand your arrangement with her, she is your provider is that correct?" Nodel responded by bobbing his body slightly as he answered, "Yes, Ro is Provider for Nodel, Master Slaver." The look of surprise on Captain Salid's face was a picture and Ro' had a hard time to hide the amusement she felt at him being referred to as Master Slaver. Salid smiled and told Nodel he wasn't a slaver, but the captain of a starship. He informed Nodel that all the people aboard served of their own free will and were not slaves. "...You are not a slave, and neither is Ro." The Captain added and Ro' gave a nod of affirmation. Obviously this confused the little creature for he stated that Ro' had bought slaves for Master Slaver and that he had help to find them. "You are correct, Nodel, I did pay for those three slaves, however it was not my intention to keep them bound as slaves. Those Meldovians were part of a group that I and my comrades were sent to seek out in order to rescue them. In order to keep my comrades and myself safe from harm, it was necessary to pretend that we were there to view the merchandise and buy some slaves." Ro' attempted to explain. "Do you understand?" Nodel bobbed his body and declared, "Nodel understand, is a dishonesty, a ruse or deception." The Captain nodded and explained to Nodel that sometimes people were forced to use deception, ruses or dishonesty in order to do good deeds, and that was why Ro and the others were posing as slavers. Nodel looked at him but said nothing and a pregnant pause ensued until the Captain spoke once more. "Nodel, Ro and I have some questions that we need answered. The answers to these questions could save a large number of lives. Will you help us?" Nodel looked at Ro'Dal as if he was expecting something of her, but she wasn't sure what it was. Still he needed something from her, perhaps he wasn't sure why they would need his help. Ro'Dal pulled out a seat and sat down so that she was almost eye to eye with Nodel and gently took his clawed hand in one of hers, certain that this way he could see she was sincere and truthful while she spoke, although she felt he would somehow sense that she was. "You told me you have been on Barakos for three cycles, that is a very long time, far longer than some slaves live after they are sent there, Nodel. You will have seen many departings and arrivals, so you can help us determine if there are more Meldovians there and in particular a very special one who would have received special treatment, that is one reason why we need you to help us." (posted by Sal) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge -– Nodel - 1458) "You told me you have been on Barakos for three cycles, that is a very long time, far longer than some slaves live after they are sent there, Nodel. You will have seen many departings and arrivals, so you can help us determine if there are more Meldovians there and in particular a very special one who would have received special treatment, that is one reason why we need you to help us." Nodel regarded his provider for a few moments. He could tell that she wasn't angry or going to bite him for asking questions and her explanation made a strange sort of sense. "Nodel did see other Meldovians, but bought by slavers all but three. Some to go to blood pits to die, some to houses to serve. Nodel did see one who has special treatment. He is placed alone in cage and Slaver sell him very fast to Syndicate House on Hador II. Nodel hear the words of the slaver as he sell to buyer. Slave was in cage less than two-hour. Buyer happy to get such good price." The small creature replied. "Did you hear the name of the individual being sold by chance Nodel?" the Master Slaver who was not a slaver but a captain asked. Nodel shrugged and lifted his hands palms up. "Nodel no really listen. Nodel looking for food, always best food when new slaves arrive." he replied truthfully. "Nodel remember nice Meldovian, he says to Nodel, him not need food, but Nodel does, so Nodel can have. Nodel take food and thank Meldovian, but must run away because slaver see Nodel and chase him with stick for stealing slave's food." The captain looked at Ro. "Do you think it could be the Prince?" the man asked. (reply Ro'Dal) "Meldovian was no Prince was slave. Princes are not slaves." Nodel said to clarify what he had said. He immediately regretted the comment sine the Captain looked at him and said, "Sometimes when princes are captured by their enemies or evil people they are made into slaves. We believe the Prince of the Meldovians has befallen such a fate." Nodel bobbed in understanding. "Nodel would know again if Nodel could smell him." he offered. "Would you be willing to try to identify the individual again for us Nodel if we should find someone like him on Hador II?" Nodel looked to Ro. "Will Ro protect Nodel from Slavers?" he asked. (posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- Security Officer- Mike Rosenbauer-1850) Mike was humming as he cooked. he couldn't remember the last time that he had asked anyone over to dinner, let a lone an attractive woman such as Jennifer. He had long ago forgotten the name of the tune that he was humming. He simply remembered it from his childhood. It was something that his mother would hum whenever she was cooking or gardening. As such, he had acquired the habit of humming the same tune whenever he was cooking or whenever he was tending to his natural herb garden. He was dressed in civilian clothes, as he was off duty. A pair of gray casual slacks and a deep blue silk French-cuffed shirt. It was comfortable, and helped set his mind at ease. he had found himself a little nervous about the upcoming dinner, which surprised him, since he obviously hadn't been nervous when he'd asked her out in the first place. ~Maybe I expected her to turn me down.~ he thought to himself as he considered the butterflies in his stomach. ~You'll be fine Mike.~ he told himself, ~It's been four years since Sarah, you've grieved enough, it's time to move on with your life.~ Sarah, had been Mike's wife. They had been married a little over two years when she was killed in a shuttle craft accident. It had taken it's toll on the security officer, enough so that he had transferred to the Champlain and served there until she had met her demise fighting the last battle of the Civil War. After that he had been assigned to the Rosenante along with the majority of the Champlain's remaining crew. It had been a long difficult four years, but Mike finally felt that he was ready to carry on with his life. He reached over and stirred his sauce still humming and hoping that Jennifer wouldn't be late. (posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- CMO - Lt (sg) Jennifer Olivia Susan Caskie (Josh)-1855) Josh had thought long and hard about what she planned to wear this evening and nothing in her pitifully small personal wardrobe seemed to be adequate. Should she dress casually, or would that seem that she wasn't taking this evening seriously? Should she dress up or would that seem that she was putting too much emphasis on this evening? After scattering almost everything she owned in the way of personal clothing across her bed Josh still hadn't found quite the right thing to wear and she was at the point of giving up and wishing that Kitty was still here to advise her when, right at the very back of the closet she came across something that made her smile. There was a dress hanging there that she remember buying on a shopping trip with Susan during their stay on Geneva Station. Thankfully, although perfect for her, the dress had needed to be altered and had not been ready before the Champlain had departed and had finally been forwarded to her several weeks ago, when Josh had simply hung it up and forgotten all about it. Trying it on Josh smiled to herself. It fitted perfectly. The exact green of her eyes, it was a simple sleeveless shift dress, neither hugging her figure or emphasising it, all it did was emphasise the green of her eyes and helped to tone down her hair. Josh was the first to admit that whilst extremely proud of her hair, the only thing that could be said about it was that it was ginger. Not red, not auburn, not even strawberry blonde, ginger was the only colour to describe it, or if you really wanted to be nasty, as some had, carrot coloured. Josh had decided long ago that if ginger was all that she had to work with, then that was what she would do. Growing it to almost waist length, she tended to wear it in a long pleat for most of the time, but when she took the time to brush it out and wear it down, it rippled down her back in waves and moved with her. Brushing it out now she secured it back from her face with two clasps in the same colour as her dress. Digging out a pair of low heeled black shoes she stepped into them and looking at herself in the mirror she simply added some blusher, some black mascara and some coral lipstick. Something was missing she realised and rooting around in her jewel box found her mother's old jewellery that she had brought with her from Orkney, an emerald necklace, bracelet and earrings. Clipping them on Josh sprayed herself quickly with Arpege and regarding herself in the mirror nodded and smiled. There was only one other thing she needed now before she was ready to go and crossing to the replicator she requested four egg yolks, four tablespoons of caster sugar, a half a bottle of Marsala wine and a container to carry them all in. Zabaglione had to be made as soon as you were ready to eat it. Make it before hand and it simply tasted like sour milk. Crossing to one of her shelves she took down her bottle of 18 year old Scapa and adding it to the basket made her way to Mike's quarters. Stopping at the door Josh took a deep breath and pressed the chime. (Posted by Marilyn) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Personal Quarters- Security Officer- Mike Rosenbauer-1900) As the chime sounded, Mike was removing the simmering red sauce from the stovetop and placing it aside. He stopped humming, smiled, pulled the apron he was wearing off over his head and headed for the door to his quarters. he paused in route, only long enough to make certain that he was presentable, before continuing to the door. He breathed a puff of air into his palm and in a male ritual older than time itself attempted to determine if he had bad breath. Unable to determine any odor or lack of odor either way and unable to rush back to the head to use a mouthwash, Mike took a deep breath. Once he released it he reached out and pressed the buttons near the door to open then. ~Wow!~ was the thought that first came to mind. Jennifer was an attractive woman, to be certain, but it was apparent that she had put some thought into her appearance tonight. It was like gently polishing a diamond to get that extra little glint out of it. "Hello Jennifer," he said smiling, "with risk to sounding like a typical man, I'd like to say that you look marvelous." (reply Caskie) He reached out and took the container that she was carrying and smiled. "Let me refrigerate these, please come in and make yourself comfortable. dinner is almost ready." Mike turned and headed for the kitchen, his path clearly designed to take him directly to the small refrigeration unit that he kept there. He placed the bottles of Scapa and Marsala wine on the countertop, and then promptly placed everything else in the cooler. "When we stopped over at Aldus IX, I managed to get my hands on some fresh veal, real tomatoes and several very fresh herbs as well as fresh cheese." he said off-handedly loud enough for Jennifer to hear him. "I'm about to debut my grandmother's famous family recipe for red sauce on this ship. I hope it meets your liking." (reply Caskie room for more) Mike turned to the oven and removed the still bubbling baked veal parmigana He placed the steaming casserole dish on the cooling rack and promptly doused it with a liberal sprinkling of grated fresh parmigan cheese, then followed it up with small cubes of fresh mozzarella. He then put everything into a proper presentation, one that his grandmother who owned an Italian restaurant in Brooklyn would be proud of. A moment later, he was carrying the meal out to be placed on the table. He had already put down the settings for two, and he carefully relocated the vase of fresh cut spring flowers to a small side table before placing the still hot meal on the dining table. He had managed to cook the veal parmigana and spaghetti marinara as promised. He hoped that the fresh tomatoes would add just the right amount of zest to the meal, and that the fresh herbs from his small herb garden would be just right. He also added some fresh baked bread to the table, seasoned with butter and fresh made garlic paste. It was a traditional Italian meal, made from sauce that simmered all day, fresh veal and spaghetti served al dente. to finish it off he chose a crisp red wine that he had chilled most of the afternoon. NRPG: I have no idea if the wine Caskie brought is for the dinner or is an ingredient for the dessert. If it is for the dinner let me know and I'll repost, or the characters can enjoy some of it with dessert. RPG: "Dinner is served." he announced once everything was in place. (posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Mike's Personal Quarters- Jennifer (Josh) Caskie -1904) As the door slid open Josh smiled as she saw Mike standing there. "Hello Jennifer," he said smiling, "With risk to sounding like a typical man, I'd like to say that you look marvelous." Josh grinned at him. "Thank you Mike, I appreciate the compliment. As promised I've brought dessert. The egg yolks need to be kept cool until I'm ready to use them since I have to make it from scratch when we are ready for it." Stepping into the room as Mike took her basket from her, she walked around the room taking in the way he had decorated it. "When we stopped over at Aldus IX, I managed to get my hands on some fresh veal, real tomatoes and several very fresh herbs as well as fresh cheese." he said off-handedly loud enough for Jennifer to hear him. "I'm about to debut my grandmother's famous family recipe for red sauce on this ship. I hope it meets your liking." Josh turned towards him, one of her eyebrows quirking up. "It sounds wonderful Mike and it certainly smells gorgeous from here, but, I have a question. What on earth is red sauce?" (Reply Mike, room for more) Josh had sat down in one of the easy chairs watching Mike set out the food on the table. She could smell various real cooking smells as opposed to something that had been replicated. She could smell basil, garlic, tarragon, oregano, and a hint of the various cheeses and, what made her mouth water totally, was that she could smell real fresh bread, redolent with butter and garlic. "Dinner is served." he announced once everything was in place. Josh rose, crossed to the table and sitting herself down allowed Mike to serve her a portion of the food he had cooked. Taking a forkful and tasting it Josh smiled. "This is perfect. Utterly perfect. Tell me, where did you learn to cook like this?" (Posted by Marilyn) ------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Mike's Personal Quarters- Security Officer - Mike Rosenbauer -1905) As mike was putting together the display for the meal he was about to share with Jennifer, he commented about his luck in getting his hands on some fresh ingredients at Aldus IX. he then finished with the claim of "debut my grandmother's famous family recipe for red sauce on this ship." It never dawned on him that someone would not recognize the reference but this was apparently the case with Jennifer. Josh turned towards him, one of her eyebrows quirking up. "It sounds wonderful Mike and it certainly smells gorgeous from here, but, I have a question. What on earth is red sauce?" "Red sauce, you know a tomato-based sauce, sometimes called marinara. Have you never heard that phrase before? If not, I think you need to eat in more Italian restaurants." he chided smiling. (reply Caskie iyw, Room for much more) Mike set the meal out on the table, then in a gentlemanly fashion pulled out her chair for her. Once she was seated, she seemed to be waiting, so he took the time to serve her some food. He poured them both a glass of red wine, then served himself before taking his chair. He watched in anticipation as Jennifer tried her food. Her face lit up in a smile which was a perfect compliment. "This is perfect. Utterly perfect. Tell me, where did you learn to cook like this?" She asked. "Well my grandmother is to blame for that." he replied, "Growing up we used to have family dinner every Sunday, Uncles, Aunts, Cousins, the whole family. Well my grandmother would always cook everything by hand. She was convinced that she was saving our Italian Heritage. Anyway, since I was about six or so, I was always underfoot in the kitchen and so my grandmother put me to work. I've been cooking ever since. My Grandmother opened a little Italian restaurant in Brooklyn, I went to Culinary School and for a while worked in the restaurant. All this was well before Starfleet." He paused. "I'm really glad you like it." He added, "Tell me a little something about yourself Jennifer. Where are you from?" (posted by Daniel Greene) ------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile -------------------------------------------------------------