Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (Starbase Geneva- Docking Point Three- CMO-Lt. Aleesa Wyler- 0700) Allie shifted the duffel bag from her left shoulder to her right as she waited for the docking procedure to complete. She brushed a stray lock of her dark brown hair out of her face and crossed her arms. She turned at the sound of her two children playing tag nearby. Annie, age nine, and James, age nine, were busy chasing each other alternately back-and-forth around a bank of seats in the waiting area. Fortunately, this particular bay was mostly deserted. Save for a few members of the maintenance staff, the security officers guarding the docking lock and herself and her two children, they were thankfully fairly well isolated in the otherwise busy portions of the station. "Andrea Marie Wyler, James Alexander Wyler, if you don't settle down right this instant so help me, they'll be no holodeck time for a week." She threatened as she allowed the cumbersome duffel to slide from her shoulder and into the floor. "But, she started it!" James protested. "Did not!" Annie retorted. "I don't care which of you started it, both of you sit down right this instant!" she chastised. Her children, although considerably more energized than they should be at such an early hour were well-behaved. They immediately obeyed their mother and took adjacent seats to the one that she indicated with a sharp protrusion of her right index finger. Allie, for her part, shook her head in wonder and with a sigh watched as the silhouette of the USS Rosenante slid alongside the docking ring, and then went into station keeping. A pediatrician by specialty, Allie had been surprised when her name had been selected to take the position of Chief medical Officer of a Starship. Normally family Doctors were reserved to Starbases and similar facilities throughout the Federation. With an apparent Shortage of qualified Medical doctors in the fleet, however, it seemed that anyone with a decent set of ratings and any trauma experience was being reassigned to fill in the missing holes in the fleet. Not that she was complaining, with the positional responsibility had come the rank of full lieutenant, which meant more credits. Additionally, She would be able to provide a unique opportunity for her children. It was statistically proven that Starfleet children performed better in school, had a broader understanding of the galaxy in which they lived and in turn turned out to be skilled diplomats, scientists, doctors, Engineers ort Starfleet officers in their own time. The most important thing however was getting away from Jason. ~Now that was one of the worst mistakes I ever made.~ She thought to herself as she ticked off all the benefits in her head one-by-one. Sure, he had started out the right kind of man; kind, caring and loving. But when the civil war broke out, he had abandoned his family to serve as a cog in Doenitz's genocide machine. A skilled doctor and researcher, Jason had succumbed to the darker side of his nature. He transformed from the loving man that she knew and loved into a twisted Doctor Mangela meets Frankenstein abomination. Because he had not been experimenting directly on living sentients, but only on their corpses, he had not been subjected to any sanctions. The fact that his autopsies had provided critical data that fueled the experimental facilities where he had been assigned, seemed to pass below the notice of the powers that be. But things were not below the notice of the ordinary citizens of the Federation, even if the courts didn't notice them. It started with the threats to the children from other children. The teasing and the taunting that their father was a war criminal and a monstrous man. Then, Allie had noticed the slow ostracization of herself by professional colleagues, then some of her patients. Before long, the real work at the facility was well known and Allie and her children were exposed to the hard, horrible truth that was as bleak as it was devastating. The very fact that her husband; the father of her children- had willingly participated in the ritual experimentation of unwilling sentients appalled her. She had cried for days, been sick every time she saw him for months. And despite his protestations of innocence, more images and details of the atrocities became known. She went from sick and depressed to angry and aggressive. She started doing research and that's when she decided that she no longer trusted the man that had once been her loving and caring Jason. It was a short and easy step from there to divorce him and gain custody of the children. She resumed her maiden name and changed the last names of the children to match it. Then she took the first available opening for a pediatrics specialist she could find- provided that it was the farthest point from Jason and his cancerous touch; that had been Starbase Geneva. It had been a year, of calm, peace and reintegration. The memories had started to fade away until he showed up three weeks ago on her doorstep, begging her to get back together with him, 'for the children's sake.' It was then that she had decided to put in her request for ship duty. Two days ago, her request had been fulfilled. She had been assigned as the Chief Medical Officer of the USS Rosenante. She looked up as the docking hatch doors slid open with a slight audible hiss. Her children, who were sitting talking and playing among themselves in the more-or-less seated position became suddenly animated by the sound and once again bounded out of their seats and all but rushed towards the hatch. They were stopped dead in their tracks, not by her shouting, but instead by the steely-eyed security officer that stood guard there. "James come and get your bag and your sister's bag." Allie called to her son. "Awww, Mom, do I have to?" he whine, as he turned back towards her, dragging his feet in mock agony. She glared at him, "okay….. Fine." he said in a huff and strode over and took his sister's smaller bag and his own by the handle and threw them over his shoulder as if he were a soldier going off to war. She nodded, then held out her free hand to her daughter. Andrea grasped it and the three of them walked to the security officer. Allie fished the PADD with her orders out of the pocket of her duffel and held it out to the security officer to review. "Lieutenant Aleesa Wyler, assigned to the USS Rosenante, requesting permission for herself and her children permission to board." The security officer, who didn't seem much like the type who particularly liked children handed back her PADD and replied, "Permission granted Ma'am…provided that the children do not run in the docking umbilicus." Allie winced, the man probably had not realized that he had just issued a direct challenge to her eleven year old son. She looked at James and replying to the security officer said, "Oh that won't be a problem ensign. My children have already been told that if they don't behave, that there will be no holodeck time. They WILL behave and NOT run in the umbilicus." She watched as her son's shoulders sagged. He had gotten the message loud and clear. "Very well ma'am, welcome permission granted." (reply none) (posted by Daniel Greene) ---------- CO-Capt Ahmed Ibn Salid- Day 1- 0800, 0830, 0900, 0908 Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (USS Rosenante, Bridge, CO-Capt Ahmed Ibn Salid- 0800) Ahmed sat in the center chair reading the latest personnel changes from the PADD that a Yeoman had handed him. It was a detailed list and Ahmed was happy to see at least some of the changes, while others he wasn't as pleased about. It was a mixed reaction- taking some of the good with the bad, but still BUPERS had the final say and Ahmed had not built up enough Admiralty clout to protest the changes with any effectiveness. It seemed that he would have to accept these changes this time around. He affixed his signature and thumbprint to the orders confirming that he had received them. He turned to Jono sitting in his normal position on the bridge. There wasn't much that needed attention now that they had docked at Geneva. The fact that they were both on the bridge was a bit of overkill. "Mister Dralar, you have the CONN." Ahmed announced, "Mister Janeway, set up a senior staff briefing for 1100 hours. I'd like for Nunez to be there as well. We'll be taking on four new senior crew. Once you've set up the briefing, join me in my ready room in a half-hour." "Aye Sir." Dralar replied. (reply Jono) (USS Rosenante, Ready Room, CO-Capt Ahmed Ibn Salid- 0830) The doors to the ready room door slipped open. Ahmed was watching the work bee activity taking place just beyond the windows, as the ships and the station engineers began their cursory visual inspection of the Rosenante's hull; looking for anything problematic. He didn't turn to face Jono, instead he said, "Sit down Jono. I have something I need to tell you." Ahmed turned away from the window and took his seat at the desk. He looked over at Janeway. "I just got off the comm. with BUPERS. I want you to know that they are unwavering in their decision at this point, so there's nothing that we can do but accept it and move on." He picked up the PADD and regarded it a second time, although he didn't need to do so. His memory was flawless. "Effective Immediately you are to be reassigned to the position of training and doctrines officer. Your experience as a department head and as Acting First officer made you an ideal candidate. Apparently, BUPERS has created this position as a subset of the Operations Department. The task of the TRADOC officer is to train starship and star base personnel in a variety of job functions to maximize personnel potential during this time when new enrollment is at a record low. In other words, you will be administering basic and advanced courses as a Starfleet Academy satellite Officer, Maintaining ongoing education accreditation and promoting cross-departmental training as well as dispersing new Starfleet Command Policy and Doctrine as it is released. You are, in effect, starting immediately, this ship's Training Officer. Since this department is completely new, you will be working closely with, but not under the authority of, The ship's Chief of Operations. For all intents and purposes you are effectively the Departmental head of the training department." NRPG: The abbreviation is TRADOC for the department head and ATRADOC for his assistant. RPG: "You will be receiving a technically-minded assistant in the newly promoted Ensign. Marta Nunez. Any questions or comments?" (reply Janeway) (USS Rosenante, Ready Room, CO-Capt Ahmed Ibn Salid- 0900) Ahmed was still getting things organized for the briefing at 1100 when he decided that he was ready to move forward with another important meeting. He turned to look out of the window once again and smiling tapped his commbadge. =^= Salid to Caskie. Please report to my ready room.=^= (reply Caskie) (USS Rosenante, Ready Room, CO-Capt Ahmed Ibn Salid- 0908) The door slid open after the chime sounded and Ahmed rotated his chair to look at the door. Josh stepped into the room with a questioning look on her face. Ahmed smiled slightly and said, "Have a seat doctor. we have something very important to discuss." (reply Caskie) "Would you care for something from the Replicator?" (reply Caskie) Ahmed made a pot of Turkish coffee and filled Caskie's request as well. He placed them on the table between them and prepared his cup in silence. "I'm not certain how you'll take the news I'm about to give you, so I'm going to be straight forward with you." he began, "Firstly, I need you to make preparations to turn over the command of sickbay to a new CMO. Doctor Wyler is already on board, although she is getting her children settled. You can meet with her after the briefing if you'd like." (reply Caskie) "BUPERS has made a decision concerning your qualifications and so has reassigned you." he explained, "According to these orders, you are to report to the Advanced Command Training Seminar for three weeks of Command Officer training, on Geneva station beginning tomorrow. Afterwards, You will be returning to the Rosenante as her First officer. BUPERS has decided that since there is a disparity of Sciences, Operations and Medical Officers in the Command branch that this new initiative is being launched to promote individuals in that field and hopefully encourage new recruits to Join in those fields." (reply Caskie) "Don't get me wrong Mister Caskie, I think you are a solid officer who will give everything she's got to make this work. Your name didn't just come up because you were in medical, It came up because your record is indicative of the high level of skill and competence that a first officer must show." (reply Caskie iyw) "Computer transfer all First officer's command authority and codes for the USS Rosenante from Lieutenant Jono Janeway to Lieutenant Commander Jennifer Caskie." [Transfer complete] (reply Caskie) Ahmed stood and smiled at Caskie. "Congratulations Commander Caskie" he said smiling as he offered his hand to her. "I will present you with your additional pip at the briefing at 1100 hours when I announce your positional change." (reply Caskie, Janeway) (posted by Daniel Greene) ---------- CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - Day 1 - 0901 and 0909 Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (USS Rosenante, CMO's Office, CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 0901) Josh had been sitting in her office since shift change catching up on all of the medical journals that she simply hadn't had time to read during the last mission. Since the Rose was docked at Geneva there simply wasn't a great deal for her to do. Certainly there was a great deal of work to be done involving restock and resupply of the medical stores but that wasn't her job. Her job was to oversee someone else do that job and Josh knew that eventually a report would land on her desk detailing what had been done and all that Josh needed to do was check it, sign off on it and pass it along to the FO. Mr Matrix had been transferred to the Sickbay on Geneva Station, Mr Bird's body had been too, along with her reports regarding both of them. She had finished all the crew status reports days ago and now she was simply reading the journals and looking forward to spending some free time on Geneva. She had just finished the last of them and was wondering what she could do now when her comm beeped. =/\= Salid to Caskie. Please report to my ready room.=/\= Josh raised an eyebrow at that but replied immediately. "On my way Sir." Informing the first member of the medical staff she saw where she was headed Josh made her way to the Ready Room with a growing sense of doom. She was wise enough to know that the Captain probably wasn't simply inviting her for a cup of tea and a cosy chat. This invitation, as far as Josh was concerned, meant one thing and one thing only. She was being reassigned. ~Damn it all to hell~ she thought. ~I've just finished getting my Sickbay working the way I wanted it again after losing Kitty and Leon and now some idiot in BLOOPERS has decided I should go do the same thing somewhere else. Well, good on them, but if I ever find out who authorised it I swear I'll have his head on a stick.~ (USS Rosenante, Ready Room, CMO Lt (sg) Josh Caskie - 0909) As soon as Josh pressed the chime the door slid open. Stepping into the room Josh regarded the Captain as he swivelled his chair to face her. "Have a seat doctor. We have something very important to discuss." Josh thanked him and sat down facing him. "I thought as much. What can I do for you Sir " Rather than take the opening Josh had given him the Captain asked her what she wanted from the replicator. Josh smiled, but only inwardly. ~Well I guess it is a cup of tea and a cosy chat after all. But I bet you in three minutes tops lassie you will know the name of your new ship.~ "Thank you Sir. A cup of Lapsang Suchong tea would be nice. No milk or sugar." Josh sat silently as he placed her cup in front of her and prepared his own coffee, finally looking directly at her. "I'm not certain how you'll take the news I'm about to give you, so I'm going to be straightforward with you." he began, "Firstly, I need you to make preparations to turn over the command of sickbay to a new CMO. Doctor Wyler is already on board, although she is getting her children settled. You can meet with her after the briefing if you'd like." ~Here it comes. Well maybe I'll get lucky and it will be the Boudicca and I can get to work with Susan and Kitty again.~ Josh didn't smile this time. "I see Sir. I take it I am being reassigned elsewhere?" "BUPERS has made a decision concerning your qualifications and so has reassigned you. According to these orders, you are to report to the Advanced Command Training Seminar for three weeks of Command Officer training, on Geneva station beginning tomorrow. Afterwards, You will be returning to the Rosenante as her First Officer. BUPERS has decided that since there is a disparity of Sciences, Operations and Medical Officers in the Command branch that this new initiative is being launched to promote individuals in that field and hopefully encourage new recruits to join in those fields." Josh's first thought was ~Aye, right! Pull the other one it has bells attached.~ Thankfully she had the good sense not to vocalise that, nor her second thought which was that the Captain certainly had a more advanced sense of humour than she had ever given him credit for. Nor the third, which was certainly nothing that an officer and a lady would repeat in front of her captain or in any polite company for that matter. That honestly didn't leave her with very many options for a reply. But eventually she found one that was at least polite. "I see Sir. Whilst I understand the thinking behind this initiative and support it in principle I am at a loss to see how making me the 'sacrificial lamb' in this endeavour will benefit this ship or me and I would dislike intensely being promoted into this position simply because I happened to be in the right place at the wrong time." "Don't get me wrong Mister Caskie, I think you are a solid officer who will give everything she's got to make this work. Your name didn't just come up because you were in medical, It came up because your record is indicative of the high level of skill and competence that a first officer must show." Josh nodded, "I see. Then it seems that all that is left for me to says is thank you Sir, I accept, and I will do my best to perform all of the duties and obligations that being a first officer demands." "Computer transfer all First Officer's command authority and codes for the USS Rosenante from Lieutenant Jono Janeway to Lieutenant Commander Jennifer Caskie." [Transfer complete] Josh's eyebrow climbed up her forehead at the last remark from the Captain. "Lieutenant Commander Sir?" The Captain stood up, smiled at her and offered her his hand. "Congratulations Commander Caskie. I will present you with your additional pip at the briefing at 1100 hours when I announce your positional change." Josh, rising as soon as the Captain stood, took his hand in hers and shook it. "Thank you Captain. If there is nothing else I request to be excused since it seems that I am going to have a busier morning that I first thought." Having been given the Captain's permission to leave Josh headed off to her quarters, her head not quite spinning, but dozens of thoughts flying through it. (No reply needed) (Posted by Marilyn) ---------- CEO, Lt. Alimi Morrow- Day 1- 1000 Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (USS Rosenante, Main Engineering, CEO, Lt. Alimi Morrow- 1000) Alimi had settled into his quarters with a minimum amount of fuss. His wife Linda was busy unpacking their collective belongings, which in actuality were mostly her possessions, while he had decided to take a quick tour of the Engineering department that would soon be his responsibility. Alimi had been Chief Engineer on a few other ships in his career, but never on one that was as radically different in design as the Rosenante. Every compartment and corridor that he had seen screamed 'high-tech'. They were sleek, sexy lines for which any die-hard engineer immediately fell head-over-heels. The Main Engineering compartment was no exception. The systems designs were unlike anything that he had seen on any other starship. At the heart of the beast was not one, but two pulsing warp cores. One, remaining in the standard upright position while the other reclined rear-ward in a 45-degree repose. They pulsed, not in harmony, but in exact opposite time as the energy from the warp reactors were exactly arranged to provide a constant source of power. The Engineering department personnel were working in amazing choreographic maneuvers that reminded him more of a 1950 era flat screen vid starring some incredibly well-dressed dancers such as Astair and Rogers. ~Or maybe Gene Kelley.~ He thought as he watched the complex interplay of personnel buzz around, between and over various pieces of the engineering system components. Alimi knew that his command codes weren't active yet, and so he didn't bother to try to access any of the console data. His smile grew broader as the thrill of working with such high-tech equipment began to creep into the core of his being. He turned and still smiling left engineering before the desire to take something apart overtook him. (reply None) (posted by Daniel Greene) ---------- 2O/CTAC - Lieutnenant T'Larah Sullivan - Day 1 - 1050 Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - 2O/CTAC - Lieutenant T'Larah Sullivan - 1050) As T'Larah entered the lounge she noted the officers currently present. Dr Caskie was wearing surprisingly a burgundy collar instead of the usual blue. ~Fascinating, that is a first in my career.~ she mused about the change in color scheme and sat down at her seat. Within minutes Captain Salid entered the room, and sealed the doors to the lounge. "Computer seal the door to the observation lounge" [Doors sealed] The Captain quickly got to business, promoting the new FO, Security Chief, Science Chief, T'Kron. Janeway got a new assignment as head in a pilot training program. Shortly the Captain addressed the group on T'Larah's behalf. "Lieutenant Sullivan has been confirmed by BUPERS as the second Officer for the Rosenante. She will now assume the complete title and authority of that post. It is also my understanding that She has been offered the rare opportunity to attend an Advanced Starship Tactical Theory Seminar at the prestigious Andorian Military Institute. Congratulations, Mister Sullivan." stated the Captain. "Thank you, sir. I will ensure to bring back the knowledge to secure the safety and survivability of our ship and home." she said simply. The Captain finished with introductions of the new crew additions. He announced the award of the Captain's Commendation to the crew who served on the mission. He then promptly put everyone on shore leave and opened the floor for questions. (Reply any) (Posted by Todd) ---------- ACSO Ensign jg Dorian Weaver - Day 1 - 1050 Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (USS Rosenante, observation Lounge, ACSO-Ensign jg Dorian Weaver- 1050) Dorian watched as other officers filed in. This was going to be a big meeting indeed. Though he had gotten here well ahead of some, he refused to take a chair, feeling this would not be proper. This had been the most trying 2 weeks of his entire life. The baptism by fire had been an exacting one, where he had been pushed outside of his envelope. He had survived, but he still had to deal with the fallout. He owed Nunez a meal. He owed Sodra a new start in life, although he didn't relish being in her presence. At all. But the Captain had reminded him of his responsibilities, and he'd be damned if was going to let The Man down. His reverie passed the minutes away until the Captain called for the doors to be sealed. [Doors sealed] The point was to make everyone present and especially those not present that he would brook no excuse for tardiness. "Good morning everyone," he began. "I know we're a bit crowded here, so I'll try to keep things short and simple." The larger box containing the Rank pips for the promotions had been delivered to his position already. Ahmed reached down and picked up the larger box and opened it. "We have a lot to get through, so let's get started. The first order of business is promotions and departmental changes." Ahmed withdrew a series of smaller boxes and set them in front of him. "Lieutenant Caskie, Front and center." he ordered. (reply Caskie) "In recognition of your hard work and dedication to the principles of the United Federation of Planets as well as to Starfleet, I am honored to recognize your excellence by promoting you to the rank of Lieutenant Commander. Pursuant to the completion of the Advanced Command Training Seminar on Geneva Station, you are also appointed the position of First officer of the USS Rosenante." Ahmed reached up and added the hollow pip to Caskie's uniform collar. He offered his hand and said, "Congratulations, Commander." (reply Caskie) "Ensign Senior Grade Chance Raschen, Front and center." (reply Raschen) "In recognition of your contribution and hard work against great personal odds in the resolution of the Abduction of Prince Khamal, I am hereby honored to promote you to the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade. Additionally, You are hereby ordered to assume the permanent post of Chief of Security for the USS Rosenante." Ahmed added the second solid pip to Raschen's collar. He then offered his hand and stated, "Congratulations, Lieutenant" (reply Raschen) "Ensign T'Kron, front and center." "Ensign, In recognition of your hard work and excellence as a Starfleet officer, I hereby promote you to the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade." Ahmed added the single hollow pip to the Vulcan's uniform tunic. "Congratulations, Lieutenant." (reply T'Kron) "Ensign Junior Grade, Dorian Weaver, front and center." "Yes sir." Dorian felt strangely self-conscious in front of the assembly. He kept looking at the former CMO, how resplendant she was in red, proud for her promotion and new opportunities. She was a model to aspire to. "Ensign Weaver, in recognition of your continuing excellence and contribution to the resolution of the abduction of Prince Khamal I hereby promote you to the rank of Ensign Senior Grade. Additionally, you are to assume the position of Acting Chief Science Officer of the Rosenante." Ahmed reached up and removed the ensign's hollow collar pip and dropped it into his outstretched hand. He then replaced it with a shiny gold full pip, denoting his new rank. "Congratulations, Ensign." "Thank you, sir. I'll not let you down." Dorian stepped back to go stand by the window again. Pride swelled his breast. This might only be ensign, but to have a full pip fell good. Really good. NRPG: Can't wait to switch the half-pip on my bag to a full pip tonight! :-) (Reply any) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) ---------- ACEO Ensign T'Kron, Day 1, 1058 Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge – ACEO Ensign T'Kron - 1058) Having been summoned to the Observation Lounge for an officer's meeting, T'Kron made his way through the room. Though large, it was already filling up and becoming crowded. T'Kron found a place to stand so that he would avoid touching anyone since the thoughts of others were too invasive and disturbing and he did not wish to intrude on them. He closed his eyes and strengthened his mental shields by visualizing a stone wall that completely encircled him, becoming eight feet thick with a hand carved solid rock ceiling. It worked and the whispers of bits of thoughts from those around him ceased. Yet more officers filed in, carrying PADDS and beverages. T'Kron stepped aside to allow them to move past him and found his back against a bulkhead, but that was acceptable. On time as usual, Captain Salid began the meeting on time. He first sealed the doors. He immediately went to the subject of department changes and promotions. Dr Caskie was to take command training and assume the duties of First Officer. He noted that uniform color changes of Lt. Janeway and Dr. Caskie. The former CMO was promoted to Commander. Ensign Raschen was promoted to a junior grade lieutenant. After this mission, it was well deserved. He had earned it. T'Kron had been so busy in his department that he had not given much thought to promotions for himself. He was mildly astonished when his name was called, raising both his eyebrows. "Ensign T'Kron, front and center," called out the Captain. Stepping out from the bulkhead, he made his way through the room toward the Captain, halting in front of him. "Ensign, In recognition of your hard work and excellence as a Starfleet officer, I hereby promote you to the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade." The Captain added the single hollow pip to the Vulcan's uniform tunic. "Congratulations, Lieutenant." T'Kron nodded politely and spoke. "Thank you, Sir." He removed himself out of the way by returning to his former position against the bulkhead to observe the rest of the meeting. Ensign Weaver was promoted to senior grade ensign and made the acting Science Department Chief. T'Kron hoped the Ensign would gain additional confidence with the added responsibilities. The Captain continued. "Effective immediately BUPERS has declared that all Federation Starship personnel are to begin cross-departmental training in order to assist the fleet in handling the current personnel shortage caused by the Civil War. Towards the fulfillment of this doctrine, through the use of a pilot program to judge the effectiveness of this proposal prior to fleet wide adoption, Lieutenant Janeway as been assigned the Rosenante's Training and Doctrine Officer. He will be directly responsible to conduct training for your personnel, maintain continuing education ratings and keep us up to date on official Starfleet Doctrines and procedures. This position is technically part of the operations department, but because it is a pilot program, at this time the TRADOC Officer does not answer to the Chief of Operations. Ensign Nunez, has been transferred from the Starfleet Marines to aid in cross training the security forces with Marine Tactics and Doctrine. She will be assisting Mister Janeway. This training program is compulsory not elective, so you will all be working with Mister Janeway to make compliance. He will arrange meetings with each of your departments to hammer out a schedule." T'Kron's eyebrows rose until they nearly reached his hairline. This was indeed news to him. It never failed to surprise him how often bureaucratic red tape could become so intricate and difficult to traverse. It was often fraught with dubious leaps in logic, though in this case, cross training was not unwelcome. The marines on the ship was being reassigned in Starfleet and the Federation where the need was greater. T'Kron was certain that protection against those powers that might wish to take advantage of the Federation's state of dishevelment would be necessary elsewhere. Lt. Sullivan was confirmed in her position as the Second Officer and would be taking some additional tactical training. Lt. Ro'Dal would be leaving as she was being transferred to the USS Mithrandir. T'Kron recognized Lt. Tom Jackson from his time on the Nimitz and studied the features of Lt. Jon Nayati, the new ship's Counselor and Third Officer. Lt. Nayati would also be undergoing command training. He knew Counselor Trent would be pleased for the departmental leadership. He nodded politely at them both. Lieutenant Alimi Marrow was announced as the new Chief Engineer and with that T'Kron was content. The duty of commanding the department with its accompanying paperwork would no longer be his responsibility. He nodded in her direction when the Captain referred to him as the one she would consult with concerning the engineering department and made a mental note to make sure she had the spiral drive specifications for study. There were other surprises as well. The award of Captain's Commendation was bestowed on the entire crew due to their involvement in the last mission and the successful recovery of Prince Angkor Khamal. Now that they were docked at Starbase Geneva, they were to take five to ten days of furlough to give the crew some well deserved recreational time. "Any questions or concerns?" asked Captain Salid. "I will make myself available at various times Captain, so that the repair crews can consult or report to the Engineering department as needed, depending on their findings, and whatever Lt. Marrow orders," said T'Kron. "That way we should be able to chart when and where any undue stresses took place and possibly find out their specific causes. I will, of course, plan to take some R&R myself, but it may be helpful to have engineers on duty in skeleton shifts who were on the mission to show the duty logs and recall what happened when to discern why any such damage could be present." There were nearly inaudible groans from some of the engineering staff. "We will make sure that everyone has plenty of time off duty," added T'Kron, silencing them with his solemn regard and then he looked toward the Captain. (Reply Ahmed ibn Salid IYW, Any) (Posted by Sheila) ---------- LT Tom Jackson COPS - 1058.5 Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge – COPS LT Tom Jackson - 1058.5) Tom had placed his things in his new quarters and reported to the Observation Lounge for a staff meeting. He scanned the area and didn't see Phil Sheridan. Jackson greeted the CO, Ahmed Salid, with a smile and a nod. The two would be meeting soon and Tom was looking forward to his new duties. Tom took a chair near the back of the room - being the'new kid' he wanted to listen more than talk at this point. He returned Ensign T'kron's polite nod. One thing he was not looking forward to was talking to Ensign Smith who had been the acting COPS. From all accounts Smith had done a good job. He remembered how he had felt when,initially, on the HADES he had been replaced as COPS by Captain Sash. He now knew Sash's reasons were solid and practical. Lt Maraht, the HADES COPS, had taught him alot and Tom wanted to pass that onto Ensign Smith. Ahmed Salid began the meeting. The CO ran through the personnel changes and made several promotions. Tom saw another parallel with the HADES - the new FO had come from the Medical field as had Jonas Lemar. Jonas had proven to be a great FO and Tom hoped Lt Cmdr Caskie would do as well. Tom Jackson sat back and listened to the remainder of the briefing. He sent a message to Ensign Smith indicating, that when the ensign had time, he'd like to meet with him. (reply: any/none) (posted by: Bill West) ---------- CO-Capt Ahmed Ibn Salid- Day 1- 1059 Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (USS Rosenante, observation Lounge, CO-Capt Ahmed Ibn Salid- 1059) Ahmed stepped into the observation room, which was already starting to fill up with officers. This was a large meeting and the staff realized that it would be a first-come first serve seating arrangement. It was for events like these that he was glad he was the captain. At least his seat would be reserved, as would those of the First, Second and Third Officer. There were new faces today, A new Chief Engineer, Chief Medical officer and Chief Counselor who doubled as his third officer. Then there were the more familiar faces of his senior crew, although Jono was now wearing a gold uniform again rather than the red command colors that Ahmed had grown accustomed to seeing him display. In contrast, Josh was donning her red command tunic. Ahmed noticed Tom Jackson seated at the table. His old friend was a new addition to the Rosenante Crew, as Chief of operations. Ahmed nodded at him as he took his seat. He quickly scanned the room, noting who was present and who was not. As the chronograph rolled over to 1100 hours, Ahmed announced, "Computer seal the door to the observation lounge" [Doors sealed] The point was to make everyone present and especially those not present that he would brook no excuse for tardiness. "Good morning everyone," he began. "I know we're a bit crowded here, so I'll try to keep things short and simple." The larger box containing the Rank pips for the promotions had been delivered to his position already. Ahmed reached down and picked up the larger box and opened it. "We have a lot to get through, so let's get started. The first order of business is promotions and departmental changes." Ahmed withdrew a series of smaller boxes and set them in front of him. "Lieutenant Caskie, Front and center." he ordered. (reply Caskie) "In recognition of your hard work and dedication to the principles of the United Federation of Planets as well as to Starfleet, I am honored to recognize your excellence by promoting you to the rank of Lieutenant Commander. Pursuant to the completion of the Advanced Command Training Seminar on Geneva Station, you are also appointed the position of First officer of the USS Rosenante." Ahmed reached up and added the hollow pip to Caskie's uniform collar. He offered his hand and said, "Congratulations, Commander." (reply Caskie) "Ensign Senior Grade Chance Raschen, Front and center." (reply Raschen) "In recognition of your contribution and hard work against great personal odds in the resolution of the Abduction of Prince Khamal, I am hereby honored to promote you to the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade. Additionally, You are hereby ordered to assume the permanent post of Chief of Security for the USS Rosenante." Ahmed added the second solid pip to Raschen's collar. He then offered his hand and stated, "Congratulations, Lieutenant" (reply Raschen) "Ensign T'Kron, front and center." "Ensign, In recognition of your hard work and excellence as a Starfleet officer, I hereby promote you to the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade." Ahmed added the single hollow pip to the Vulcan's uniform tunic. "Congratulations, Lieutenant." (reply T'Kron) "Ensign Junior Grade, Dorian Weaver, front and center." (reply Weaver) "Ensign weaver, in recognition of your continuing excellence and contribution to the resolution of the abduction of Prince Khamal I hereby promote you to the rank of Ensign Senior Grade. Additionally, you are to assume the position of Acting Chief Science Officer of the Rosenante." Ahmed reached up and removed the ensign's hollow collar pip and dropped it into his outstretched hand. He then replaced it with a shiny gold full pip, denoting his new rank. "Congratulations, Ensign." (reply Weaver) "On to other positional changes." Ahmed said as he watched Weaver take his seat. "Effective immediately BUPERS has declared that all Federation Starship personnel are to begin cross-departmental training in order to assist the fleet in handling the current personnel shortage caused by the Civil War. Towards the fulfillment of this doctrine, through the use of a pilot program to judge the effectiveness of this proposal prior to fleet wide adoption, Lieutenant Janeway as been assigned the Rosenante's Training and Doctrine Officer. He will be directly responsible to conduct training for your personnel, maintain continuing education ratings and keep us up to date on official Starfleet Doctrines and procedures. This position is technically part of the operations department, but because it is a pilot program, at this time the TRADOC Officer does not answer to the Chief of Operations. Ensign Nunez, has been transferred from the Starfleet Marines to aid in cross-training the security forces with Marine Tactics and Doctrine, She will be assisting Mister Janeway. This training program is compulsulary not elective, so you will all be working with Mister Janeway to make compliance. He will arrange meetings with each of your departments to hammer out a schedule." "Additionally, the Starfleet Marine Corps has recalled the demi-company that was assigned to the Rosenante upon her launch. Recent manpower shortages in the Corps have forced a restructuring that will better suit the defense of the UFP as a whole. Lieutenant Smith will be preparing his unit to disembark to Geneva Station within the week." "Lieutenant Sullivan has been confirmed by BUPERS as the second Officer for the Rosenante. She will now assume the complete title and authority of that post. It is also my understanding that She has been offered the rare opportunity to attend an Advanced Starship Tactical Theory Seminar at the prestigous Andorian Military Institute. Congratulations, Mister Sullivan." (reply Sullivan) "Also, we have some transfers to discuss as well. Lieutenant Ro'Dal has been reassigned to the USS Mithrandir. Her expertise and skill will be sorely missed from the Rosenante's security department. While I am sad to see her go, I think that Captain Stakes is fortunate to receive such an outstanding officer. She will be departing within the next few days, so please take the time to wish her well." "Additionally, you will have noticed that we have some new faces among us today." "First join me in welcoming Lieutenant Jon Nayati. Lieutenant Nayati will be acting in the dual role of Third officer and Chief Counselor for the Rosenante. His last assignment was aboard the USS Hades under Captain Devon Sash. Lieutenant Nayati will be spending the next two weeks undergoing Bridge Certification Training aboard Geneva Station. Welcome aboard Lieutenant." NRPG: Yes that is a promotion in rank Jim! Congrats. Lt. Jg! RPG: (reply Nayati) "Next Please welcome Lieutenant Tom Jackson. Lieutenant Jackson will be taking the position of Chief of Operations. He has served aboard the USS Nimitz and the USS Hades under Captain Sash. Welcome aboard Lieutenant. With his appointment, Ensign Smith will be stepping down from the position of Acting Chief of Operations to assume the role of Assistant Chief of Operations." (reply Jackson) "Additionally I'd like to introduce our new CMO. This is Doctor Aleesa Wyler. She will be assuming command of our medical department effective immediately. Welcome aboard Doctor." "Thank you captain." she replied. "And last but not least," Ahmed continued, "with the loss of Lieutenant Bird and the medical incapacitation of Lieutenant Matrix, we found ourselves without a Chief Engineer. BUPERS wasted no time in sending us a qualified replacement. Lieutenant Alimi Marrow will be assuming that post starting immediately. Ensign T'Kron will bring you up to speed Chief. Welcome aboard." "Thank you captain." Alimi Replied. "Now that I've brought you all up to speed on the changes to the ship's roster. There are two final items to discuss." "The next item on the agenda concerns Commendations. The Office of the President has authorized me, at the request of the Government of the Cartenian Commonwealth, to present you all with the Captain's Commendation for our assistance in their recent crisis. All personnel aboard ship during the mission will have this award posted directly to their permanent records. This is in lieu of an official award from the Cartenian Government, who at this time does not have a commendation system established for their citizenry due to the merging of the Meldovian and Arturian governments into a single entity. Congratulations to you all. It is an honor well-deserved." "And now to finalize the agenda, we have our last topic; Furlough. We have received authorization from Starfleet command to stand down from active duty status and enjoy some R&R. While we are here at Geneva station, all personnel are hereby ordered to take no less than 5 consecutive days and no more than 10 consecutive days of Furlough to be permissible to commence beginning at 1300 hours today and to end no later than 1300 Hours on Stardate 2408.04.15. All departments are to be manned with skeleton crews during this time, so department heads will need to work out a new duty Rotation to meet staffing requirements. During this time, Starfleet Engineering will be inspecting the outer hull, stringers and support webbing of the Rosenante looking for potential micro-fractures or undue strains that could have been caused by the prolonged use of the Spiral Drive." Ahmed caught his breath. He had said a great deal. "Any Questions or concerns?" he asked. (reply all) (posted by Daniel Greene) ---------- 3O/CCOUNS- Lt. Jon Nayati (jg) – Day 1- 1105 Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge – 3O/CCOUNS- Lt. Jon Nayati (jg) – 1105) Despite being a fierce native of Necron Red II, heroically involved in the barbaric Federation Civil War and the diplomatic mission to the deceitful RSE, Jon found himself uncharacteristically nervous in the sea of unfamiliar faces of his new ship's Observation Lounge. There was a low level of whispered, excited talk between the various sub-groups within the Lounge. The buzz of conversation between his new peers was friendly and their collective auras were bright, heady mixes of pleasant, excited emotions. The only down side to the whole conclave was the mildly distracting impact of their collective, unconscious thought leakage against Jon's fatigued mind shields. With a definite effort of will and prayers to the Great Spirit, Jon was able to shore up his weakened mental barriers after a minute. As he did, Jon found his nervousness quieting, and was able to give his full attention to what his new CO was saying regarding crew awards, promotions and transfers. "Additionally," Captain Salid said. "You will have noticed that we have some new faces among us today." Jon noticed that the tenor of the atmosphere changed as the crowd of old crew faces gazed around looking for the new people in their midst. Some of those eyes fell on him and Jon could read the quiet curiosity in their questioning eyes and bright auras. It was then that Captain Salid got around to the reason for Jon's underlying feelings of discomfort. ~Great Spirit, help me be a true boon to this sea of strangers judging me. Help me be up to the new duties and tasks of being on the Rosenante.~ "First join me in welcoming Lieutenant Jon Nayati. Lieutenant Nayati will be acting in the dual role of Third Officer and Chief Counselor for the Rosenante. His last assignment was aboard the USS Hades under Captain Devon Sash. Lieutenant Nayati will be spending the next two weeks undergoing Bridge Certification Training aboard Geneva Station. Welcome aboard Lieutenant." Giving himself a quick, barely audible centering breath, Jon stood up and spoke. "Thank you Captain Salid. I sincerely hope that I can be a good officer to you, this ship and her distinguished crew." (Reply Captain Iban Salid, T'Kron, Any) ~An unexpected transfer, a promotion, being made Chief Counselor and Third Officer on a new ship and getting Bridge Training; what a mind warp for a displaced healer only a few years out from NCR II. Is it any wonder I'm so nervous?~ Jon said, "It will be pleasure serving under you. I will strive to be worthy of the trust you've bestowed on me, Sir." (Reply Ahmed ibn Salid, Any) Bathing in the warm glow of good will that those around bestowed on him, Jon suddenly didn't feel like an isolated stranger anymore. (Reply Ahmed ibn Salid, Any) (Posted by Jim) ---------- aCOps- Ensign Smith (1, 1105) Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (USS Rosenante, observation Lounge, aCOps- Ensign Smith - 1105) Robert listened to the Captain as he gave out the promotions to the some of the crew that were here. He knew some of them and was happy for all of them as they had had a hard mission and deserved their recognition. "Additionally, the Starfleet Marine Corps has recalled the demi-company that was assigned to the Rosenante upon her launch. Recent manpower shortages in the Corps have forced a restructuring that will better suit the defense of the UFP as a whole. Lieutenant Smith will be preparing his unit to disembark to Geneva Station within the week." Robert sat stock still at what he had just heard. ~He’s WHAT. That can’t be we need marines on board we’ve always had them. Why on earth did he not tell me he was going~ He looked down at the PADD in front of him as he regained his mental composure. ~ I’ve really enjoyed having him here. I’m going to miss him so much~ He pulled him self out of his thoughts as he realised that the Captain was talking. "Next Please welcome Lieutenant Tom Jackson. Lieutenant Jackson will be taking the position of Chief of Operations. He has served aboard the USS Nimitz and the USS Hades under Captain Sash. Welcome aboard Lieutenant. With his appointment, Ensign Smith will be stepping down from the position of Acting Chief of Operations to assume the role of Assistant Chief of Operations." ~What ah but what about me. OW well looks like I’m playing second fiddle again~ He gave a soft sigh. ~Well it could have been worse. They did it with Bree the last time and she was good~ "Now that I've brought you all up to speed on the changes to the ship's roster. There are two final items to discuss." "The next item on the agenda concerns Commendations. The Office of the President has authorized me, at the request of the Government of the Cartenian Commonwealth , to present you all with the Captain's Commendation for our assistance in their recent crisis. All personnel aboard ship during the mission will have this award posted directly to their permanent records. This is in lieu of an official award from the Cartenian Government, who at this time does not have a commendation system established for their citizenry due to the merging of the Meldovian and Arturian governments into a single entity. Congratulations to you all. It is an honor well-deserved." A message on his PADD flashed up and he saw that it was from Jackson. He wanted to have a meeting at his earliest convenience. ~Well better give him the benefit of the doubt. He might be a really nice person. I hope so coz working for an egotistical maniac would be a nightmare~ He sent back a message saying that he would be happy to meet Jackson when ever it was convenient. "And now to finalize the agenda, we have our last topic; Furlough. We have received authorization from Starfleet command to stand down from active duty status and enjoy some R&R. While we are here at Geneva station, all personnel are hereby ordered to take no less than 5 consecutive days and no more than 10 consecutive days of Furlough to be permissible to commence beginning at 1300 hours today and to end no later than 1300 Hours on Stardate 2408.04.15. All departments are to be manned with skeleton crews during this time, so department heads will need to work out a new duty Rotation to meet staffing requirements. During this time, Starfleet Engineering will be inspecting the outer hull, stringers and support webbing of the Rosenante looking for potential micro-fractures or undue strains that could have been caused by the prolonged use of the Spiral Drive." "Any Questions or concerns?" Robert looked up over at the Captain. ~Yeh I have few but its no the time or the place~ He then looked over to Jackson. ~Lets go and meet the new Boss~ (reply any) (posted by Robbie) ---------- Lt Tom Jackson - COPS - 1106 Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (USS Rosenante, observation Lounge, COps- Lt Tom Jackson - 1106) The briefing began to break up. Tom Jackson headed over to meet Ensign Smith officially. Tom stopped in front of the Ensign. "Hi, I'm Tom Jackson" T.J. said, extending his hand to Smith. (reply: Ensign Smith) "Let me buy you lunch OK? I want to discuss somethings with you in a more relaxed environment". (reply: Mr Smith) "Mr. Smith, how would like to be addressed in a causal setting - Ensign and Lieutenant seem a bit stuffy to me" Tom said off handedly. (reply: Robbie) "Why don't you pick where we'll eat? I am not quite sure where things are as yet" Jackson offered. (reply: Robbie) (posted by: Bill West) ---------- ACSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - Day 1 - 1200 Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (USS Rosenante, observation Lounge - ACSO Ensign Dorian Weaver- 1200) As everyone was shifting to prepare to leave the Observation Lounge, Dorian sauntered discretly over to Nunez. Now unambiguously equals, at least it would smooth his intro over. "Congratulations, ensign. Surprised? Happy?" (Reply Nunez) "Listen, I owe you and I don't like hanging on to debts. Since I transfered over by shuttle, I was able to bring with me a Château Lafitte 2198 from… err… my family's cellar. Would you like to celebrate our commendations? It goes really well with a lamb roast." For some reason, he still felt nervous asking. "If it's inconvenient, I'll understand and we can reschedule, it's fine by me." (Reply Nunez) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) ---------- CMO, Lt Aleesa Wyler - Day 1- 1202, 1208 Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge, CMO, Lt Aleesa Wyler - 1202) Aleesa paid very close attention to every bit of the meeting that she could. She mentally repeated the names and positions of the officers that had been given, she would, after all, be working closely with all of these people soon enough. The meeting wound down and Aleesa tarried a few moments filling out the last of the notes that she had made on her PADD. She had just finished when she heard a woman's voice address her. Allie thought that the woman had some of the loveliest eyes she'd seen, although it was unfortunate that command red did not suit her complexion in the slightest. "Lt Wyler a moment of your time if you please." She said. "Yes, of course, commander." she replied to the first officer, "What can I do for you?" Aleesa had started to rise from her seat, but it quickly became apparent that they were going to talk locally. She immediately began a retrograde movement that only ended once she had resumed her previous seated position. The first officer smiled at her. "Firstly I would like to welcome you aboard the Rose doctor. I am not sure if you were aware of this or not but until this morning I was CMO here so, I took the liberty of scheduling a Medical Department meeting for 1205. If you have somewhere else you need to be then I understand and I will simply inform your staff that you will be taking over and that you will call a meeting when you are available. However, if you have nothing else pressing at the moment then perhaps you would allow me to introduce you to your new staff." Allie smiled. "That's a wonderful idea commander. I'm certain that I can make a 1205 meeting. I've managed to get my children settled in enough that they can unpack their personal belongings during that time. Thank you for the pleasant welcome and congratulations on your promotion. You must be a very top-notch officer to make First Officer from the Medical Field. I don't know of many that manage that feat without being on a medical ship." she added. A stray lock of her brown hair drifted into her face, and Allie, brushed it back and tucked it behind her left ear. Josh grinned back at her. "Good, let's head down there, I can introduce you and hand over the department to you." Aleesa nodded, "Sounds good." (USS Rosenante, Main Sickbay, CMO, Lt Aleesa Wyler - 1208) Allie followed Commander Caskie into sickbay and was pleased to see that the staff seemed to be assembled already. She didn't yet know if everyone was accounted for, but it looked like the number of personnel were approximately what a ship of this size should need. Before she realized it, Caskie had led them to the center of the Sickbay floor, where they had come to a stop. "Computer please activate the EMH." Caskie ordered. ~Now that's odd, activating an EMH for a staff meeting.~ she thought. ~Wouldn't the computer simply update the information once the command codes were transferred?~ The EMH, contrary to every other one she had ever seen, did not immediately spout out the usual, 'State the nature of the medical emergency' as it was programmed to do. Instead it looked around and then simply turned it's attentions to Doctor and First officer Caskie. "Ladies and gentlemen," she began, then stopped. there was obvious emotion in her voice. Caskie swallowed hard and she started again, this time in a firmer voice. "Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you all for coming and I promise that I will not keep you long. I would like to introduce you to Lt Aleesa Wyler. Dr Wyler will be taking over as your new CMO effective immediately. As of this morning I have been ordered to attend Command Training and will be assuming the duties of the Rose's First Officer. I would like to say that it has been a pleasure and a privilege to work with each and every one of you and I know that you will continue to deliver the outstanding service that I have come to expect from all of you to Lt Wyler." Aleesa could see the looks of surprise on the faces of the various officers and enlisted in the compartment. Almost all of them managed to put on their 'professional' faces in a fairly quick method. It was apparent that Caskie was well liked and respected by this crew. That would make Allie's transition so much easier. The First officer turned to face her and said, "Computer, turn over all Medical Command Codes from Lt (sg) Jennifer Caskie to Lt Aleesa Wyler." there was a note of regret in her voice, that Allie completely understood. She'd felt that same pang of loss when she realized that Jason was, in fact, the monster that everyone had thought him to be. Allie gave the CMO a reassuring smile. "There you go doctor. Sickbay is now officially yours. If there is anything you need, my door is always open. Please feel free to contact me anytime. Now if you will indulge me I would like to say some goodbyes." Aleesa nodded, knocking a few stray strands of hair back into her face. With practiced precision, She brushed them out of the way and back into place. She watched as the Former CMO hob-knobbed with her former staff. It was a very informative exercise in social voyeurism. In those few moments, Allie realized who were the core officers and enlisted in the department and who was part of the cogs. Allie wasn't trying to eavesdrop on the more personal conversations between the First Officer and her crew, but it was hard not to hear some of the more important and endearing things that had defined the relationship between the CMO and the medical staff of this particular starship. It was both a sad and a happy occasion at the same time. Sad because Caskie was obviously well-considered; happy, because Aleesa realized that she was inheriting a well-oiled and skilled medical machine that was more valuable than anything else she could have asked for. Having completed the social rituals associated with the transfer of positions, Caskie finally turned and left sickbay. oddly enough, it almost felt as if Allie had just sent a good friend off to some distant outpost somewhere. The energy and affection that had been in the room while Caskie was present seemed to exit with her. That was not to say that the bay was bleak or morose, only that the lights metaphorically speaking had dimmed somewhat with her exiting into the corridor beyond. The Senior NCO, Fuller, if Allie's Memory served, then approached her and asked, "Ma'am, you got anything for the med techs? Or can we start with the command inventory?" "Doctor do you have anything for us.." a second voice asked before she could answer. The voice belonged to the Klingon member of the Medical Staff, Combat Nurse E’Mpak The Nurse gave Fuller a slight glance as if to challenge him in some unspoken manner. "..or can we also start inventorying?" Aleesa smiled. "Do we have any patient's in the bay at present?" she asked. (reply E’Mpak) "okay then, here's what we'll do. Nurse E’Mpak, have all the nursing staff run a complete diagnostic on every piece of patient dependant equipment that is computerized; Tricorders, biobeds, scanners, sterilizer fields and the like. Chief Fuller can direct the med techs to start the inventory." "The Captain has authorized shore leave. Since I am not particularly familiar yet with our personnel and their personal needs, I'll need you both to give me a hand in putting together a duty Rota that will meet this departments staffing requirements while allowing R&R time in a fair and flexible timeframe. E’Mpak you handle the nurses, unless there is a head Nurse, but I didn't see one on the Roster- while Fuller you handle the same for the Med techs. Once you've got those finished, I'll review them and forward them on to the FO for her approval." "When all of that is done, we'll start our R&R. I'd like things to remain as they were under Doctor Caskie, it looks like she ran a very tight unit here and that's an incredibly lucky break for me and it's an easier transition for all of you." "Any questions?" (reply Fuller, E’Mpak) (posted by Daniel Greene) ---------- Combat Nurse E'Mpak - Day 1 - 1205 Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (USS Rosenante, Main Sickbay, Combat Nurse E’Mpak- 1205) E’Mpak stood in sickbay with the other members of staff waiting for Caskie to appear. She had called the meeting and E’Mpak was interested in what she had to say. She saw Caskie enter sickbay with another woman beside her. ~Hmm what is this, a new doctor?~ "Computer please activate the EMH." As the EMH appeared, he glanced around and taking in the amount of people present simply turned to Josh waiting for her to speak. "Ladies and gentlemen," she began, and had to stop. She hadn't realised how hard it would be to say goodbye to all of these fine people. Swallowing, she started again in a firmer voice. "Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you all for coming and I promise that I will not keep you long. I would like to introduce you to Lt Aleesa Wyler. Dr Wyler will be taking over as your new CMO effective immediately. As of this morning I have been ordered to attend Command Training and will be assuming the duties of the Rose's First Officer. I would like to say that it has been a pleasure and a privilege to work with each and every one of you and I know that you will continue to deliver the outstanding service that I have come to expect from all of you to Lt Wyler." Turning to the Lieutenant Josh spoke. "Computer, turn over all Medical Command Codes from Lt (sg) Jennifer Caskie to Lt Aleesa Wyler." [Command change authorised] "There you go doctor. Sickbay is now officially yours. If there is anything you need, my door is always open. Please feel free to contact me anytime. Now if you will indulge me I would like to say some goodbyes. ~Well that’s all clear. We now have a new boss. Wonder what she will be like~ "Ok folks, the party is over as far as I am concerned although you are all welcome to meet me at one of the bars on Geneva Station tonight, I'll let you know which one and I promise to buy all of you a drink. But only one. The rest you buy yourselves since I know how much you lot can pack away. Dr Wyler, you are of course welcome too.” M’Epak nodded. It would be good to have a drink with the doctor and wish her well with her new position as was the human custom. She watched as Caskie moved around the other people saying good bye. She watched as Caskie walked over to her and saluted. M’Epak snapped of a quick salute of her own. "You have been a bonus to this ship and I have learned a great deal from you. You have performed over and above what has been expected of you and I salute you, your honour and your bravery. It will be a sad day for this ship when you leave us and return to your own fleet." She felt her chest swell with pride as she heard the doctors words. She had been worried at first how the crew would accept her as a Klingon but she had found that her fears had been unfounded due to the kind ways of the Caskie and the other members of sickbay. “Thank you doctor you words mean a lot to me.” She paused for a second and then continued. “Qapla Dr Caskie and good luck with your new position.” She watched as Caskie went over to talk to Fuller, then headed for the door and left sickbay. As the doors closed E’Mpak looked back at the new CMO Dr Wyler. ~I think we are in for a new and interesting time working with her in sickbay~ Before she could speak she heard Fuller address the new CMO. "Ma'am, you got anything for the med techs? Or can we start with the command inventory?" ~Beat me to it~ (reply CMO Wyler) She then stepped forward. "Doctor do you have anything for us.." She gave Fuller a slight glance feeling that there should not be any difference in sickbay whether they were Med'tecks or nurses. "..or can we also start inventorying?" (reply CMO Wyler) (Reply CMO Wyler) (Posted by Robbie) ---------- SCPO Phiilip Sheridan - 1206 Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (USS Rosenante, OPS Office, Sr OPS NCO -SCPO Phil Sheridan - 1206) Phil was manning the OPS office while Ensign Smith attended the Officers Only briefing in the Observation Lounge. He was worried about what the CO may or may not do as far as he was concerned. Tom Jackson had arrived and was sent directly to that meeting - the two had not had a chance to talk yet. He was glad Tom and he might serve together again. Jackson, in many, ways, reminded Sheridan of himself twenty years ago. Phil scanned the yard repair requests and sighed - lots of small items to fix before the next mission. He knew SF engineers would be on board and checking the spiral drive to see what effect extended use had on the system. It was Sheridan's intention to be involved in those checks. Sheridan wondered how Jackson would handle Ensign Smith. He knew Tom had been in a similar situation on the NIMITZ / HADES. Phil checked his chronometer once more to see how much longer he needed to wait. (reply: none) (posted by: Bill West) ---------- Chief Field Medic - SCPO Nathan A. Fuller - Day 1 - 1212 Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (USS Rosenante - Sickbay - Chief Field Medic - SCPO Nathan A. Fuller - 1212) As the newly promoted Lieutenant Commander Caskie entered the Sickbay she got to the business of relinquishing her direct command of the medical department to the new CMO Dr Wyler. Then she got to saying her good-byes, Nate could tell how much feeling she was putting into each farewell. At last she got to Nate. Smiling Josh shook her head and gave Nate a hug. "What can I say Nate? You have been with me from the very beginning of my stint as CMO here. There are no words to describe how much I owe you. Except to say that you get two drinks instead of one. Don't tell the rest of them. I don't think I can afford it. You are a gem Nate. Keep Dr Wyler on the straight and narrow too, just not too straight and not too narrow OK." "She isn't the first CMO I've served under, and she won't be the last, I will not coddle her, but I will keep her on her toes." he said with a grin. "And red becomes you, looks good." Nate said and Josh kissed him on both cheeks, took one last look around and left to start her command career. Once she left, Nate turned around and addressed the new CMO, "Ma'am, you got anything for the med techs? Or can we start with the command inventory?" (Reply CMO Wyler) (Posted by Todd) ---------- ACSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - Day 1 - 1430 Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (USS Rosenante, deck 11, Personal Quarters - ACSO Ensign Dorian Weaver- 1430) Dorian stood outside of Sodra's quarters. She hadn't left them much, had used the computer a lot. He still hadn't been able to determine if she was the spy or not, and that was it. This was the knot that he could feel inside of himself as he knew he had to deal with her. He pressed the chime button. "Sodra, it's me, Dorian, will you let me in?" (Reply Sodra) When the door parted, Dorian slowly came in. The place was certainly messier than he expected. What had she been doing all these days? "Sodra, I promised we'd be able to talk, and now that we are at starbase Geneva, I can finally pull away from my duties and give you some time. We ought to do this now, there is not sense in postponing it even further." (Reply Sodra) "I don't think that is possible, Sodra. This is not a passenger liner, we always have a lot of work to do and… well… I'm not romantically attracted to you. And it really has nothing to do with you. You're beautiful, but I'm not at that point in my life." he paused, waiting to see if sobs, outrage, a slap, anything, would come. "I can arrange for someone from Social Services on Geneva to see if they can get you quarters, maybe help look for your parents. If I were you, I would just look through the librairies, see if there is anything you want to do with your life. It is an enormous galaxy, it is chock-full of possibilities. But you can't stay with me, that's for sure." (Reply Sodra) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) ---------- Civilian Sodra- 1435 Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (USS Rosenante, deck 11, Personal Quarters - Civilian Sodra- 1435) Sodra had been trying on what one of the other women on the ship called 'unmentionables.' They were made in a variety of styles. Some were fashionable others seemed to enhance certain aspects of her physique while others left very little to the imagination. Amanda one of the young medical officers that she had befriended had explained to Sodra the importance of feeling 'pretty-from-the-bottom-up' The bottom started with these unmentionables. Last night Amanda and several of the other nurses and security women had popped in for a surprise gift giving party. These gifts contained almost exclusively, various forms of these unmentionables. Some had elicited curt nods and little giggles from some of the women present. Sodra for the most part didn't really understand any of this, so she just played along. When the party had finally ended, well after midnight, She had been too tired to clean up any of the discarded packaging, consisting of once-gift-wrapped boxes nor the precariously balanced stacks of these unmentionables which seemed to be strewn all over the room. She had managed to crawl out of bed just a little while ago. Her body was still protesting the time change and this led her to take different hours than most of the people on the ship. Besides, she was not supposed to be at her work assignment for several more hours. She was dressed in a long sleeping shirt that stretched to her knees. It was one of the gifts that Molly, one of the women at the party had given her last night. There were some letters written across the chest of the shirt, which Molly had read to her. They said, 'I'm not sleepy.' Sodra had asked why one would wear a sleeping shirt to bed when it clearly indicated that the wearer was not sleepy. This had elicited several giggles from the girls, but no one bothered to answer her question. After a few moments of playing along, she promptly forgot about the subject. She padded barefooted across the floor and to the replicator. "Cereal with fruit and milk, lightly sweetened." she demanded of the machine. It chimed once and then the requested item materialized on the assembly pad of the device. She picked up the bowl and took a mouthful of the breakfast food of choice. She was happily chewing the moist concoction when her door chime sounded. "Sodra, it's me, Dorian, will you let me in?" ~Dorian!~ Her heart leapt in her chest. She nearly choked on her food in her hurry to answer. She quickly swallowed her food and then replied. "Come in" ~I am pretty. I am wearing the prettiest unmentionables from the party last night!~ she thought to herself, ~Pretty starts from the bottom up.~ She set the bowl of food on the table and moved towards the door, stopping as the doors opened. Dorian entered and glanced around the room, then he frowned. "Sodra, I promised we'd be able to talk, and now that we are at Starbase Geneva, I can finally pull away from my duties and give you some time. We ought to do this now, there is no sense in postponing it even further." he said. "Good, I am glad that you have come. I have missed seeing you. Please sit down so I can tell you of the plans I have to stay on the ship." ~ I am pretty. Pretty starts from the bottom up! Maybe Dorian will notice me now.~ she thought hopefully. After all, he was the one that had rescued her from the vagaries of the slave pits. He was her savior. "I don't think that is possible, Sodra. This is not a passenger liner, we always have a lot of work to do and… well… I'm not romantically attracted to you." he began. ~Had he heard her thinking? Did he have the same gift that she had?~ "And it really has nothing to do with you. You're beautiful, but I'm not at that point in my life." She stood there numbly looking at him. "but I…" she began. Dorian did not want to listen to her, he started speaking again. "I can arrange for someone from Social Services on Geneva to see if they can get you quarters, maybe help look for your parents. If I were you, I would just look through the libraries, see if there is anything you want to do with your life. It is an enormous galaxy, it is chock-full of possibilities. But you can't stay with me, that's for sure." he continued. "But I…" she started again. Then she stopped in mid-sentence. She could feel the hot tears beginning to well up into her eyes. She turned her back on him, only so that he wouldn't see her cry. "I have gotten a job at Trade Winds so I could be here with you. The captain has told me that working is a good thing to do." she said as she started crying. They were slow shallow hiccups of grief. "Pretty starts from the bottom up, Dorian." She said, tears streaming down her face. She turned to face him. "Am I not pretty enough?" she asked. "Does it not please you to see me? Please do not send me away…" she pleaded. "I have no one. I have nothing. You are the first person to show me kindness. Do not take that from me now." (reply Dorian) (posted by Daniel Greene) ---------- ACSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - Day 1 - 1440 Mission: Furlough Day 1 Stardate: 2408.03.15 (USS Rosenante, deck 11, Personal Quarters - ACSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 1440) "But I…" she started again. Then she stopped in mid-sentence. She could feel the hot tears beginning to well up into her eyes. She turned her back on him, only so that he wouldn't see her cry. "I have gotten a job at Trade Winds so I could be here with you. The captain has told me that working is a good thing to do." she said as she started crying. They were slow shallow hiccups of grief. "Pretty starts from the bottom up, Dorian." She said, tears streaming down her face. She turned to face him. "Am I not pretty enough?" she asked. ~What is that all about?~ Dorian did well to hide the look of horror on his face. He realized how much work there needed to be done before she could be ready to live on her own. This was a most daunting task. One he might not have all the tools to undertake. But he had responsibilities to her.... "Does it not please you to see me? Please do not send me away…" she pleaded. "I have no one. I have nothing. You are the first person to show me kindness. Do not take that from me now." "I understand, Sodra. Well… no, not really. I've never been a slave before." He put his hand on her shoulder and opened his arms to console her.. He wasn't a cold-hearted bastard, after all. (Reply Sodra, iyw) After her sobs subsided a little bit, he went on. "Look, agree to seeing the person from Social Services, we'll be able to make sure you're on the right track. I'm not asking you to leave the ship. If Captain Salid has agreed you can work in Trade Winds, then you can stay, that is your decision.." He hesitated again. "You don't want to be near me right now, Sodra. I've got a complicated life and the last thing I want is for you to get hurt. Again. And before you ask, I can't tell you more. Not yet, anyway." (Reply Sodra, iyw) "If you want to get to know me, well here goes. Pretty might start from the bottom up, but beautiful starts from the inside out." (Reply Sodra, iyw) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) ---------- ACSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - Day 2 - 2300 Mission: Furlough Day 2 Stardate: 2408.03.16 (USS Rosenante, Deck 5 Personal Quarters, ACSO, Ensign Dorian Weaver - 2300) Dorian had spent the day reading up in the public library of the Starbase, and now his neck hurt. He had been doing it alone, and around supper-time, it had dawned on him that this was not the way to go. They had a month of furlough, and aside from the maintenance jobs, the load was going to be pretty light. If he continued doing what he had done today, it would be a lonely month indeed. A lonely commission as well. Back in his quarters, he unzipped his tunic and dimmed the lights. He tapped his computer's terminal. "Computer, please reserve a spot on Holodeck 2, on Stardate 2408.03.19, from 1900 to 2330." [Time slot has been reserved] He sat down after ordering his cup of Irish Breakfast tea, then typed up a short text. An Impromptu Get-Together! On Stardate 2408.03.19, at 1900 Holodeck 2 is yours for a pool and barbecue party. This will provide and occasion for the junior officers to get to mingle in an informal setting. No uniforms will be allowed, no rank pulled, salsa and steel drums will play all through the night. Come on come all! Dorian perused the ship's internal roster, selecting everyone of between lieutenants and ensigns (jg) and sent it. Hopefully, some people would show up. (Reply any) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond) ---------- ACSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - Day 3 - 0900 Mission: Furlough Day 3 Stardate: 2408.03.18 (USS Rosenante, Deck 4, TRADOC Office - ACSO Ensign Dorian Weaver - 0900) Dorian felt a little foolish, but he had to get this off his chest. He hit the chime button. "Lieutenant, this is Ensign Dorian Weaver, I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time." (Reply anyone inside office) Hopefully Nunez wouldn't be there. He wasn't too familiar with the technicalities, but his request might be misconstrued by her, especially if she ever ended up re-assigned to the ground-pounders. All Dorian wanted was some cross-training, after all. Getting him closer to the Marines Corps would only be incidental, after all. (reply Janeway, Nunez) (Posted by Mathieu Raymond)