Compile#3 MARCH MISSION DAY 2 &3 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Homecoming Day 2 - Stardate: 2408.04.22 Compile Summary (Starbase Geneva - Holodeck 3 - Iowa - Riverside - Chief Field Medic - SCPO Nathan Fuller - 0603) (USS Rosenanté - Gymnasium – Combat Nurse – M’Epak-  Day 2 - 0612) (Starbase Geneva - Holodeck 3 - Iowa - Riverside - Chief Field Medic - SCPO Nathan Fuller - 0615) (USS Rosenante- Ready Room- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- Day 2- 1028) (USS Rosenante – Bridge- CSec - Lt (jg) Chance Raschen -1030) (USS Rosenante – Bridge- CSec - Lt (jg) Chance Raschen -1032*) (USS Rosenante- Ready Room- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- Day 2- 1035) (Earth - Edinburgh/Glasgow Metropolis Starport - Lt Cmndr Josh Caskie - Day 12 -1100) (U.S.S. Rosenante - COPS Quarters - Deck 2 - 2000) ===================================================================== Mission: Homecoming Day 3 Stardate: 2408.04.23 (Starbase Geneva - Grentha's Cafe - Chief Field Medic - SCPO Nathan Fuller - 1852) (Starbase Geneva - Grentha's Cafe – Combat Nurse – E’Mpak - 1857) Compile Summary --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Holodeck 3 - Iowa - Riverside - Chief Field Medic - SCPO Nathan Fuller - 0603) Nate had set up this program when he first made Petty Officer. He remembered hunting in the corn fields on his father's land as a young teen. By that time the hunting laws and strictures were pretty strict. As developed as Earth was, the number of animals still living in the wild were few, the number of hunting permits actually awarded per season were few. Most went to the actual land owners, but those land owners had to prove that the animals were an "agricultural nuisance" or that they were unduly cutting into their crop production, which took a lot, but usually the testimony of the game warden had to go on the tag, and was adequate enough to make the kill legal. Poaching was taken very seriously now, and in the previous centuries. Not since before the eugenics wars was poaching considered a misdemeanor. He carried Grandpa's 12 gauge pump action over his shoulder as he walked the perimeter of the corn field. The walnut stock felt good and solid in his right hand. The corn stalks had turned mostly brown and the corn was dry, ready for harvest. Unfortunately this is what brought out the deer. Grandpa and Dad had always used the animals they hunted to supplement the family meals with game meat. When Nate was old enough he was sent out to handle it while the rest of the family handled the farm. Nathan walked through the dry grass as softly and quietly as he could, avoiding the kindling sticks and fall leaves that would betray his presence. As he rounded the bend of the tree line and then he saw him. The buck was nibbling on an ear of corn and from the looks of it for quite some time, perhaps a few weeks. The animal was about forty five meters off by Nate's estimate. Before the buck had noticed Nate's approach, the butt of the weapon was in the pocket of Nathan's shoulder, he pushed in the safety so the red ring was showing, ready to fire. He drew a bead center mass on the majestic creature, and as the stag turned to leave, Nate pulled the trigger discharging the weapon. The patriarch staggered back, stumbled a few steps then fell face down into the fertile ground. Nate approached, shotgun at the high ready. He wanted to be ready in case the animal decided to use it's impressive antlers and try to take Nate with him to the grave. Satisfied that it didn't have the strength or energy to attack, the medic in him wanted to end the animal's suffering. He put the shotgun on the ground with the muzzle away from him. He took out his field knife in his right hand and grabbed one of the antlers in his left to stabilize the animal so it didn't jerk away and cause more suffering. He took the blade of the knife and cut deeply across the animal's jugular and carotid vessels. Crimson spilled out on to the dark ground. Soon the suffering had ended. Nate started field stripping the animal. Normally a futile gesture, in a holodeck. With Nate's meager computer programming skills he was able to put in a replicator thread that allowed him to actually carry out the kill. He was using only his field knife to make the preparations. He knew of a vendor on the station that would actually use fresh animal kills. The butcher usually catered to the more visceral species like Klingons. ~Speaking of Klingons. I know someone that might appreciate this.~ He tapped his com-badge, which was affixed to his brown coveralls. " Chief Fuller to Nurse M'Epak." "I don't mean to pry, but are you busy tomorrow... for dinner." he asked. (Reply M'Epak) "Well I was wondering if you would like to sample a rare earth cuisine, venison." he elaborated more. (Reply M'Epak) "Well there is a vendor on the promenade that cooks and serves it, if you provide it, I just happen to have some. It should be ready by dinner tomorrow, if you are willing." he offered. (Reply M'Epak) "Yeah, that's the place, isn't it funny the only place that they serve it is also the only place in Geneva Station you can get good decent Klingon? See you there, say, seven-thirty?" (Reply M'Epak) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenanté - Gymnasium – Combat Nurse – M’Epak-  Day 2 - 0612)   =^= Chief Fuller to Nurse M'Epak=^=   M’Epak stopped the strenuous exercise that she was doing as Fullers call came through. She took a few deep breaths to slow her breathing enough so that she could speak to him.   =^=I don't mean to pry, but are you busy tomorrow... for dinner?=^=   She paused for a second as she picked up her towel to think about what Fuller was asking.   “Nothing particular.”   =^=Well I was wondering if you would like to sample a rare earth cuisine, venison=^=   ~That sounds good~   “I am always interested in trying new types of food. I would be delighted to go with you.”   =^=Well there is a vendor on the promenade that cooks and serves it, if you provide it, I just happen to have some.  It should be ready by dinner tomorrow, if you are willing=^=   “Is it the place off the main promenade that also sells Klingon food?”   If it was the place that she was thinking of it was the only place on the station that got good quality food like her mother use to cook for her when she was young.   =^=Yeah, that's the place, isn't it funny the only place that they serve it is also the only place in Geneva Station you can get good decent Klingon?  See you there, say, seven-thirty?=^=   “Seven-thirty is good. I will see you there.”   M’Epak grinned to her self. It was not often she got to go out for dinner let alone try some thing non- Klingon. She was going to look forward to this but first she had afew things to do in Sickbay.   (Reply Fuller, any) (Posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Holodeck 3 - Iowa - Riverside - Chief Field Medic - SCPO Nathan Fuller - 0615) =^=Seven-thirty is good. I will see you there.=^= M'Epak said accepting his offer. "See you tomorrow then, Fuller out." he said closing the channel. In a few minutes Nate had finished field stripping his kill. He cleaned off his knife on his pant leg and resheathed it. "Computer, exit program, option bravo." he said. Instantly the background vanished, Nate's clothes were now emaculately clean all the dirt and blood that he had gained hunting and cleaning the carcus vanished with the program's end. Just as he had arranged the venison was prepared laying on a cheese cloth sack. He put the meat in the bag as he thought about what would have happend walking down the promenade with a 54 kg deer carcus slung openly over his shoulder. (Reply none) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Ready Room- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- Day 2- 1028) " And therefore it is likely that the repair cycle will end within the projected schedule as seen in my previous reports. The Yard engineers have assured me that Admiral Talbot has authorized them to make the repairs for the Rosenante a high priority. Despite that..." His ready room door chimed, then slid open. "Computer pause recording and save to active file." [ Report saved and filed.] The computer chimed in. Ahmed tapped a key on his PADD and placed it on his desk as Chance entered the ready room. Ahmed had to admit that the outfit was somewhat that of the Romantic swashbuckling starship captain that he'd seen on Holovid years ago as a boy. "I thought I had ordered that all personal weapons were off-limit from duty areas. I guess I'll have to have a word with my Chief of security when he returns from Leave." The captain commented with a smile. (reply Raschen) Ahmed just smiled a little broader. "What can I do for you Captain Raschen?" he asked. "Sir, this is my recommendation for V'Shera to be promoted to full Ensign." Chance replied as he held out a PADD for the Captain's review. Ahmed took the PADD. He quickly reviewed it, allowing his photographic memory to take it in and absorb the recommendation. "I'll definitely take it under advisement." he replied. "I'll add your recommendation to her Personnel file." (reply Raschen) "When are you off for Vulcan?" Ahmed asked him. (reply Raschen) "I know that you're going to be making a trip to earth also to help Jennifer with her personal needs where her Husband is concerned. I appreciate that." (reply Raschen) "You know Chance, you've come a very long way since you joined our crew. I want to let you know that I'm proud of the officer that you've become. I also was wondering if you could do me a small favor while you're out if possible?" (reply Raschen) "My Uncle Aamihr lives in Cairo. He has 20 Kilos of Turkish roasted coffee beans that he'd like to get to me. I was wondering if you'd be so kind, provided that it won't interfere with your business or take up too much valuable space, picking it up for me and returning it to the Rose when you head back?" (reply Raschen) "There's one other small issue of importance that I can trust you with." (reply Raschen) "I have an encrypted communication logged on this PADD." Ahmed said as he reached into his desk and withdrew a Vulcan PADD. "I'd like for you to hand deliver it to Ambassador T'Nal on Vulcan. Give it to no one else, It's vitally important that it be delivered directly to her. She may send something back to me. If she does please bring it back to me, but see that it never leaves your person. The PADD is designed to erase itself and melt down if there is any attempts to crack open the case or if there are any attempts made to access the PADD without the correct password. Only the Ambassador and I have the password needed. Can I count on you to play courier for me?" (reply Raschen) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Bridge- CSec - Lt (jg) Chance Raschen -1030) Chance walked onto the Bridge of the Rosenante wearing civilian clothes with his personal Disruptor Pistol in its holster on his hip, and the long coat he wore that had a patch of the Irregular Federation Forces flag on the right arm and a ship captain’s rank insignia on the collar of the coat. With the stride of a man on a mission and used to getting his way, some crew members didn’t even recognize him until he stopped moving. (Reply any who wish) Once he reached the door to the Ready Room, Raschen pressed the button for the chime. (Reply Salid) When the door opened, Raschen entered and stood in front of the captain’s desk and waited patiently while Captain Salid finished writing a thought into a report or some such thing. (Reply Salid) Holding a PADD out his skipper, “Sir, this is my recommendation for V’Shera to be promoted to full Ensign.” (Reply Salid, any who wish) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Bridge- CSec - Lt (jg) Chance Raschen -1032*) "I thought I had ordered that all personal weapons were off-limit from duty areas. I guess I'll have to have a word with my Chief of security when he returns from Leave." The captain commented with a smile. “He does seem to be slacking off the last day or two.” Chance said with a laugh. Ahmed just smiled a little broader. "What can I do for you Captain Raschen?" he asked. "Sir, this is my recommendation for V'Shera to be promoted to full Ensign." Chance replied as he held out a PADD for the Captain's review. Ahmed took the PADD. He quickly reviewed it. "I'll definitely take it under advisement." he replied. "I'll add your recommendation to her Personnel file." “She deserves it sir, V’Shera has done a fantastic job of stepping up and helping run the department while I’ve been dealing with Sullivan in my head.” Raschen said as he unconsciously hooked his thumbs into his gun belt. "When are you off for Vulcan?" Ahmed asked him. “Within the next three hours, God willing sir.” "I know that you're going to be making a trip to earth also to help Jennifer with her personal needs where her Husband is concerned. I appreciate that." “I’ve been in her position. I had to at least offer the support I didn’t have when I took my late wife’s body to her father’s home on Romulus.” Chance explained solemnly. "You know Chance; you've come a very long way since you joined our crew. I want to let you know that I'm proud of the officer that you've become. I also was wondering if you could do me a small favor while you're out if possible." Adding a little attitude to his stance, the privateer replied “That totally depends on the favor sir.” "My Uncle Aamihr lives in Cairo. He has 20 Kilos of Turkish roasted coffee beans that he'd like to get to me. I was wondering if you'd be so kind, provided that it won't interfere with your business or take up too much valuable space, picking it up for me and returning it to the Rose when you head back?" Raschen brought a hand up to cover the Cheshire Cat grin on his face and jokingly stated “Isn’t there something in one of those oaths that we took about ‘I will not use my rank or position to obtain pleasure, profit, or personal safety’?” then continued speaking a little more seriously “Its no problem, just let your uncle know that I can pick up that coffee at the Edinburgh/Glasgow Metropolis Starport in 10 days.” "There's one other small issue of importance that I can trust you with." ~Damn it, I knew I should have waited till I got back to submit that promotion request~ Chance thought in dismay as the sound of his voice conveyed the concern he felt “I’m going back to jail aren’t I?” Raschen asked rhetorically. "I have an encrypted communication logged on this PADD." Ahmed said as he reached into his desk and withdrew a Vulcan PADD. "I'd like for you to hand deliver it to Ambassador T'Nal on Vulcan. Give it to no one else; it’s vitally important that it be delivered directly to her. She may send something back to me. If she does please bring it back to me, but see that it never leaves your person. The PADD is designed to erase itself and melt down if there is any attempts to crack open the case or if there are any attempts made to access the PADD without the correct password. Only the Ambassador and I have the password needed. Can I count on you to play courier for me?" Suddenly sounding somewhat relieved “That’s it; no problem sir. I do have one stipulation though sir.” (Reply Salid) “I will not accept the PADD to you until 2 hours before departing on my return trim here. Fair enough sir?” (Reply Salid) (Reply Salid) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Ready Room- CO- Capt. Ahmed Ibn Salid- Day 2- 1035) Suddenly sounding somewhat relieved "That's it; no problem sir. I do have one stipulation though sir." "What's that?" Ahmed asked. "I will not accept the PADD to you until 2 hours before departing on my return trim here. Fair enough sir?" "I suppose it will have to be." The captain replied with a nod, "Ambassador T'Nal is already expecting you at her domicile. Just stop by before you leave. She lives in T'vana, in the province of Sechilla, Northern Hemisphere." (reply Raschen) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Earth - Edinburgh/Glasgow Metropolis Starport - Lt Cmndr Josh Caskie - Day 12 -1100) It seemed that Raschen could be quite the gentleman when he wanted to be. Not only had he escorted Josh and her coffin down the gangway but had insisted on waiting until she was finally met by her family. As they all finally arrived Josh turned to him and smiled. "Mr Raschen, I want to thank you on behalf of all of us for your help. It would have taken me a great deal longer to get here without your help and every single person here thanks you for that. Even if they have no idea what you did, I do and I owe you, big time as far as I am concerned. If I can ever return the favour then believe me, you only need to ask. It's yours. Now if you will excuse me." Josh took a deep breath and walked towards all of the family waiting for her. (Reply Raschen iyw) As they swallowed her up and escorted her into the nearest 'car' Josh was dismayed to find herself stuck with Meg. "Where the heck is Iain?" she asked. Meg sighed, "He's in the front car behind the coffin. Josh hit the roof and insisted that the whole cortege be stopped there and then. As everything ground to a halt Josh leaped out of her vehicle. Turning to look at Meg she shook her head. "You and I will probably need to have a huge conversation about this. This is not the time however. Learn one thing though. You are not in charge. I am." As Josh jumped into the first vehicle after the hearse Iain gazed at her with awe. "You did not really stop the whole convoy did you?" Josh gazed at him and finally smiled. "Yes" Iain grinned. "Wow. You've changed." Josh grinned back at him. "Yes, I have" (No reply needed) (Posted by Marilyn) Lt Cmdr Josh Caskie --------------------------------------------------------------------- (U.S.S. Rosenante - COPS Quarters - Deck 2 - 2000) Another long day had concluded for the Chief of Operations. He spent a majority of the day assisting the Repair crews with the various repairs the Rose needed. As much as he had loved his first permanent party assignment on the NIMITZ, the Rosenante was finally feeling like his ship. The thought caused Tom to smile. He remembered Ahmed Salid as a young Engineering Ensign. Captain Sash's holo-deck simulation was a challenge. He wondered how he would do now he had a few years experience under his belt. Tom started as the door chime rang. !Who the H****?~~ he wondered. Then Tom remembered he had asked Phil Sheridan to stop by and chat. Sheridan was more than a mentor to Tom. Phil was one of the few people he truly could call friend. "Come" Tom called out. The door slid open and Phil Sheridan entered. "You want something to drink?" Jackson asked the grizzled veteran. "Coffee would be nice Sir" Sheridan replied. He sensed this wan;t about work but waited for Jackson to initiate the conversation. Tom sat and looked off into the distance. Phil sat across from his friend and boss. T.J. looked up and said "Phil, please call me Tom. I need some of your advice my friend". Sheridan became concerned as he looked at the younger man. "What's on your mind Tom" Phil asked gently. He could tell his young friend was troubled. This was not like Jackson. Normally a reserved but friendly man, Jackson at times could be moody. Tom thought for a few moments before replying. Tom Jackson looked at his friend with eyes that revealed what Sheridan feared - Jackson was deeply troubled. "Tom, we've know each other for a few years. I've watched you from the day you moved to the NIMITZ to the Hades and now the Resonant. What is bothering you?" he asked his friend. "Phil, you're the closest friend I have. I am worried about me" Jackson added. Sheridan's brow wrinkled in worry and confusion. Phil made a 'tell me more" gesture and waited for Tom to tell more of what is bothering him. "The last mission was so busy I didn;t have time to think a lot about my career. The time is coming soon when I will make a decision and someone will d " Jackson added, hanging his head in a mixture of worry and doubt. Phil understood what the man before him was feeling.he started to speak but Tom Jackson's words began to tumble out in a rush. "I think I may be over my head and not qualified to hold my present job. I have thought of resigning my commission and leaving the fleet" Jackson added. Sheridan was stunned. Tom Jackson, was in his opinion, a fine officer and man. Phil sighed and collected his thoughts. He felt it was important to calm Tom down and get his mind n=back on the right track. Placing his hand on his friend's shoulder, Phil began his reply. (reply: None) (posted by: Bill W.) ===================================================================== (Starbase Geneva - Grentha's Cafe - Chief Field Medic - SCPO Nathan Fuller - DAY 3- 1852) Nate really liked this place. Being in Star Fleet for over 30 years, he'd done a lot of traveling, but this was one of the first places he'd ever been to that the servers didn't pander or try and butter you up, they told it like it was. You normally can't get that except on the indigenous eateries, the ones that you don't get a chance to go to very often. As he sat down, another thing he liked about this place, there was no greeter seating you at your table. You took what ever seat you felt like you could keep. Granted this was a Star Fleet Station, so there were rules, intimidation was OK, and simple contests of strength or will were allowed as well, but no violence. Pretty much anything that could draw blood was not allowed. He was approached by a server, rough green skinned, four armed and bulky. The species of the sentient seemed decedent from some sort of six appendages toad, evolving four arms and a single pair of legs. The legs of course were large, to accommodate large leaps. He seemed uncomfortable in the clothes that were required by station sanitary regulations. When he spoke he had a low rumbling timbre to it, like a thousand bass drums pounding out the words. "You hu-man. You da one bring in the animal yesterday." "Yeah, that was me. Going to share with someone special, is it done?" he inquired. "Yes, ready for order. So special you by yourself. Date stood you up?" He croaked a broad toad grin. "What species this imaginary female?" He was teasing Nate. "She is Klingon and she'll be along anytime now. We are just meeting as friends. Why you think if I was romantically interested your flabby body would be able to take her from me?" he jibbed right back. The big toad rubbed his belly with his right lower hand, "This a fuel cell for a love warp drive. Human don't know." he bragged. "Oh really? You that fast? I don't know about your species but humanoid lovers usually are preferred if they have a little stamina, your way wouldn't get many repeat performances." Nate said with a chuckle. "RRRRRR." the toad growled, not able to quip back. "Call me when date get here." he said and started to lumber off. "Hey big guy, Scotch single malt, neat for me, and blood wine for the lady." he said and the toad waved back, and grunted his acknowledgment. Nate waited lost in his thoughts for his friend to arrive. (Reply M’Epak) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Grentha's Cafe – Combat Nurse – E’Mpak - 1857) As E’Mpak came towards Grentha's Cafe she saw Fuller sitting at a table. ~Hope I am not late~ She noticed that he was talking at a toad like creature as she got closer she heard part of the conversation. "Call me when date get here." ~Date~ She watched as the toad creature went off to get Fullers order as she wound her way through the last few tables and took a seat across from him. “Hallo Nathan. Thank you for inviting me.” (Reply Fuller) “I have been meaning to ask. Did you hunt this animal your self?” (Reply Fuller) E’Mpak nodded as a smile spread across her face. “That is good. It will be nice to try some proper food rather then the replicated stuff it just dose not taste the same.” (Reply Fuller) (Reply Fuller) (Posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------