Spectre Compile number 3 by the great Compile Imp compile on date April 23, 2005 Compilers note: Alright, the > are not a problem with this group, only one post with it, but, it is a waste of time to get them out. Did spellcheck and grammar check. Overall Number of Posts: 24 Overall Number of Pages: 31 Overall Time: 1 hour and 54 minutes -------------------------- Mission: Whom do you Trust? Day: 1- Stardate:2406.11.10- -------------------------- Stardate: 2406.11.10 (USS Spectre-Turbolift-WTO Dervin-12.50) (USS Spectre- Main Engineering-Ensign H'Chir-13.08) (USS Spectre-Ready Room-FO-Lt.Cmdr. Shane Schofield-16.16) (USS Spectre-CSO's Office-CSO Ronsworth-16.23) (Starbase Geneva-Promenade-CSO Ronsworth-16.41) (USS Spectre-Counsellor's Office-CMO Williams-16.44) (USS Spectre-Ready Room-FO-Lt.Cmdr. Shane Schofield-16.45) (USS Spectre-FO's Ready Room-TAC/SC/2O Pierce Horatio Orde-16.46) (USS Spectre-FO's Office-FO Lt.CMDR. Shane Schofield-16.46) (USS Spectre-FO's Office-TAC/SC/2O-Pierce Orde-16.47) (USS Spectre-Sickbay-CMO-Williams-16.50) (USS Spectre-Counselor's Office-CSO Ronsworth-16.55) (USS Spectre-Counsellor's Office-COUNS Ensign{SG} Divon Lronen-16.58) (USS Spectre-Counselor's Office-CSO Ronsworth-16.59) (USS Spectre-Sickbay-ACMO Bently-17.00) (USS Spectre-Counsellor's Office-COUNS Ensign{SG} Divon Lronen-17.04) (USS Spectre-Bridge-Ensign Will Banowsky-17.30) (USS Spectre-Counsellor's Office-COUNS Ensign{SG} Divon Lronen-17.32) (USS Spectre-FO's Office, FO Lt.CMDR. Shane Schofield-17.32) (USS Spectre-Counselor's Office-FO Lt.CMDR. Shane Schofield-17.35) (USS Spectre-Bridge-Ensign H'Chir-17.38) (USS Spectre-Counsellor's Office-COUNS Ensign{SG} Divon Lronen-17.38) (USS Spectre-Bridge-Ensign Will Banowsky-17.39) (USS Spectre-Bridge-Ensign H'Chir-17.40) (USS Spectre-Bridge-Ensign Will Banowsky-17.42) (USS Spectre-Bridge-Ensign H'Chir-17.43) (USS Spectre-Main Engineering-Ensign H'Chir-19.01) (USS Spectre-Ready Room-FO-Lt.Cmdr. Shane Schofield-19.10) (Starbase Geneva-Admiral's Office-Captain Remae Ktell-19.30) (USS Spectre-Ready Room-CO-Captain Remae Ktell-20.00) (USS Spectre-Personal Quarters-FO-Lt.Cmdr. Shane Schofield-20.05) (USS Spectre-Personal Quarters-Ensign Will Banowsky-23.00) [Begin Compile] Mission Whom do you Trust? Stardate 2406.11.10 (USS Spectre, Turbolift, WTO Dervin, 12.50) Tanya was in the process of singing. It was, however, not a normal song. It was an Engineer's song. A song that sang, a song that seemed awfully much like a children's nursery rhyme from ancient earth. Although the vocabulary for that was quite different, it involved the bones of a skeleton. This one sounded like this: "The power relay's connected to the Dervin converter. The Dervin converter's connected to the wave producing matrix. The wave producing matrix's connected to the output generator, and that's where we get the wave!" As the turbolift stopped, Tanya, dressed in her fuzzy orange pyjama's Tanya halted her singing. She'd learned over the years that while she loved singing and while she found that greatly enhanced her theory learning and her ideas and their construction. Not many other people appreciated how she did it and the fact that she did it! As a result, she'd weaned herself off singing as a way of communicating with herself, and had forced herself to simply use talking to herself as the primary communication medium. She walked out of the turbolift and into Engineering. She was having an idea, it was going to be fantastic. Or so she thought. Tanya wound her way into Engineering, still talking to herself. "If you take that frequency and then divide it by the standard 1.047291 variance, let's see now, carry the one..." "Doctor Dervin? Is that you?" "Theory! I have a new... Must test..." Tanya could see the answer right before her eyes! Excitedly she brought up a finger as if she were using it to write on an ancient earth chalkboard, and began to squiggle madly. She had to get to the lab. ~The LAB!~ And so, Tanya looked in the direction of the lab just to see the doors close and a red light indicating an experiment in progress illuminate above it. "Wait! Something's wrong. Why did they close?" Tanya heard a PADD crash to the floor. It shattered her world of thought and concentration and she looked over and saw the blue man again. "Now you've gone and done it!" She scolded, "I've lost my train! And it likely won't come back 'round this bend again!" Tanya glared at him. "I almost had the secret to transwarp without warp drive." She said evenly. Maybe she should have stuck to singing. (Reply H'Chir, any) (Posted by Katherine Mazurok aka Lady K (as MD calls me)) (USS Spectre, Main Engineering – Ensign H’Chir – 1308) *Crash!* H’Chir had no time to recover from the crash jarring against his nerves before a fresh assault emerged this time from the pyjama-clad Dr. Dervin. ~And boy does she look mad!~ "Now you've gone and done it! I've lost my train! And it likely won't come back 'round this bend again! I almost had the secret to transwarp without warp drive." H’Chir drew himself up to his full height – a towering 6’4” – and glared down at her, matching her anger with an outburst of his own: “Doctor Dervin, Starfleet may have given you some special status within this ship, but no one - *no one* - walks into my engine-room and begins tampering with my consoles without an explanation. “And, you are inappropriately dressed for any form of work, and with all due respect, if you’re worried that your train won’t come ‘round this bend again then I suggest you get out of my engine room and go around the bend looking for it! You’re halfway there already!” (Reply from Dervin, any) (Posted by Michael Drake) (USS Spectre, Ready Room, FO, LtCmdr Shane Schofield, 1616) =/\=Ronsworth to Schofield, Lt Cmdr. are you free at the moment?=/\= =/\= I'm a tad busy at the minute Mr. Ronsworth. What can I do for you? =/\= (Reply Ronsworth) (posted by Andrew Brannigan) (USS Spectre- CSO’s Office-CSO Ronsworth- 1623) =/\= I'm a tad busy at the minute Mr. Ronsworth. What can I do for you? =/\= “Nothing sir, Banowsky and I were just looking for another to join us in recreation. Since you’re busy I guess we can try to get together later.” Garry shrugged his shoulders at Banowsky and said, “Well so much for that idea, let’s go to the promenade on Geneva just to check it out and then later we can check out the station’s Holodecks. They’re support to be a lot better than the ones we have on the Spectre.” They left Ronsworth’s office and headed toward the lift to disembark. (Posted by Bobby P.) (Starbase Geneva- Promenade- CSO Ronsworth- 1641) The two men were about to enter a small restaurant to catch dinner and a drink when suddenly Garry’s commbadge went off. =^=This is Counselor Lronen to Ensign Ronsworth. Please report to my office for your routine psyches evaluation. Thank you, =^= “Sure thing counselor,” He turned to Will and said, “Well I guess that means that I have to leave.” Garry walked back to the lifts to take him back to the Spectre.” (Posted by Bobby P.) (USS Spectre- Counsellor's Office - CMO - Williams -1644) Divon nodded, "Well, according to Starfleet guidelines I really don't see anything that would keep you from active duty. I wouldn't characterize you as imminently dangerous to yourself or others and see no reason that your judgements would be suspect. All things considered you're in pretty good shape." He nodded ~well that's a relief~ "That’s good to know." "I will say though that I really think you should see me fairly regularly so we can try to deal with these nightmares and this insomnia problem. Either before or after duty shifts on a weekly basis, or more often if you think it will help you get more regular sleep faster. You know there is no magic cure, it’s something we have to work at together," stated Divon. Andrew nodded slowly. ~He is offering to help~ "I'm sure we can sort something out." Divon then pulled out a small hardbound notebook and a pen and handed them to Andrew. "I know these seem like relics compared to the PADD, but it’s sometimes difficult to operate the PADD if you're agitated or just awakened. Details in dreams tend to fade within the first half hour after waking up. You might remember the skeleton, but not some of the finer details. I'd like you to start writing things down whenever you have your nightmares. Just jot things down, especially anything that seems odd or out of place. Sometimes our subconscious tries to tell us something through dreams," stated Divon. Andrew took the notebook and pen from Divon and turned it over in his hands. "I have not used one of there in a long time. Hopefully it will make interesting reading. How much would you like to write?" "It can be as simple as a regular household item out of place, or as complex as people, events or things that are completely way out there occurring in the middle of your dream. Just write it all down. Its also been shown that when you write down dreams it helps you to deal with them and you tend to sleep better. Almost like you're transferring the issue from the dream into the book," said Divon with a sympathetic smile, "I just ask that you try it, and if you feel comfortable sharing it, bring it with you to counselling sessions." He gave a small smile. "Okay I can do that." Divon nodded for a second and then continued, "One last thought. If ever the dreams get so bad that you feel you can't deal with them, I am a full Betazoid. I might be able to work on a telepathic solution. However, this is generally the last resort. I prefer to have patients work through their own issues. I don't want to go rummaging through your memories as you have a right to your privacy and I feel...odd... seeing people's most inner thoughts." Andrew nodded. He had met some Betazoids during his training and found that they were uncomfortable with going through peoples brains. "That sounds reasonable." With that Divon stood up and shook Andrew's hand, "Have a good day. I look forward to seeing you in the future." Andrew grinned. "No problem. Come down to sickbay when you have finished and you can talk to me about all your problems." With that he got up and left. (reply Divon if want) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre, Ready Room, FO, LtCmdr Shane Schofield, 1645) Shane had been so busy reading through the personnel files of the crew that he had failed to notice the passage of time. His reading was almost completed when his comm badge chirped. =/\=Commander Orde to Commander Schofield. You available, sir, for a chat?=/\= =/\=As a matter of fact I am. Please join me in my office, Commander=/\= A few moments later the doors to his office parted and LtCmdr Orde entered. The two officers shook hands warmly. "Please have a seat. May I get you a coffee?" Shane asked as he ordered himself a coffee from the replicator. (Reply Orde) Shane smiled as he sat back down at his desk. "One thing I will insist on from here on out is that whenever we are behind closed doors or out of earshot of the crew, I'm Shane. Not sir or commander! Understood?" (Reply Orde) "So, what can you tell me about the Spectre and her crew that I won't find in the official logs?" (Reply Orde) For a while after that the two officers got to know each other as they would be working together quite a bit in the future. They regaled each other with stories of their past and accounts of their Starfleet postings. (posted by Andrew Branningan) (USS Spectre: FO’s Ready Room – TAC/SC/2O Pierce Horatio Orde - 1646) “…May I get you a coffee?" Commander Schofield asked. “Aye – black,” Pierce replied easily, sitting down. He waited for the FO to return to his seat. “…I'm Shane. Not sir or commander! Understood?" “Aye, I read you, Shane. Likewise, call me Pierce. Mystique’s skipper was much the same way in that regard.” "So, what can you tell me about the Spectre and her crew that I won't find in the official logs?" “Well, Shane, this ship played host to one helluva party a few days back, but I’m pretty sure we’re just about done cleaning up. But that’s recent history. Captain Remae, myself, and a few other members of the crew are originally from a parallel universe and twenty-six or so years back in the past. That’s a bit of old history, though.” He sipped at his coffee. “Any yourself, Shane? You have anything interesting in your past?” (Reply Shane) (Posted by Lenox) (USS Spectre, FO's Office, FO, LtCmdr Shane Schofield, 1646) “May I get you a coffee?" Commander Schofield asked. “Aye – black,” Pierce replied easily, sitting down. He waited for the FO to return to his seat. “I'm Shane. Not sir or commander! Understood?" “Aye, I read you, Shane. Likewise, call me Pierce. Mystique’s skipper was much the same way in that regard.” "So, what can you tell me about the Spectre and her crew that I won't find in the official logs?" “Well, Shane, this ship played host to one helluva party a few days back, but I’m pretty sure we’re just about done cleaning up. But that’s recent history. Captain Remae, myself, and a few other members of the crew are originally from a parallel universe and twenty-six or so years back in the past. That’s a bit of old history, though.” He sipped at his coffee. “Any yourself, Shane? You have anything interesting in your past?” Shane sighed. It was never easy to discuss his past. "I left Earth after the war had started with a lot of useful information on our *enemies*. Doenitz was parading atrocities across the news nets that branded us as traitors to Earth, Starfleet and the Federation. I couldn't stomach that so I left. I joined the USS Paladin as ACSO before coming here. On the Paladin I partook in a mission to capture an enemy vessel, a Sovereign-class starship. It wasn't pretty. I still have nightmares about some parts of it." (Reply Orde IYW) (posted by Andrew Branningan) (USS Spectre: FO's Office – TAC/SC/2O Pierce Orde - 1647) “…I still have nightmares about some parts of it," Shane admitted. Pierce nodded. “You’ll help me out with keeping an eye on the Captain, won’t you?” he asked. “Off the record, of course. I think that someone higher up has it in for Captain Remae, and so… he’ll need us.” (Reply Shane) “Anyway, if you’re willing to move things to a lighter tone, I’ve got to tell you about the time I and the ship’s counselor posed as pirates to gain information out of some rogue Klingons.” (reply Shane) (posted by Lennox) (USS Spectre- Sickbay - CMO - Williams - 1650) Andrew entered sickbay feeling slightly relieved to be out of his counselling session. Although he did not mind being with the counselor it was just having to dig up all those memories was hard. He swiped up a PADD and begin going though the crew’s medical information as he crossed over to the replicator. "Caffeine supplement 246" He saw the drink appear and he picked it up. he spied Warren working at one of the consoles and crossed over to him. "Hi Warren how are things. Do you know where we are on the crew’s medicals. I know that there are a couple we need to up date before we set out into the unknown." (reply by Warren) (posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre- Counselor’s Office- CSO Ronsworth- 1655) Garry stood in the hallway outside the councilor’s office for several moments just thinking. Would he have to explain everything to his new counselor? All of the depression, all of the lies and especially the stuff about the Section, could this man listen. Listen like the priest of pre- WWIII Earth. Garry thought about it. ~Those must have been glorious times, the world was not exactly one but at least free. We had such a good connection to the roots of our civilization, and then came the dictators~ The lords of the Earth as many of them so loved to be called. These genetically enhanced Supermen of the early 21st century. They, who destroyed all that civilization was and then rebuilt it to suit their purpose. ~Fools, we are so much like the Cardassians. We had so much religion and tradition and then the dictators took control using their military~ Garry had often considered the Cardassians to be similar to humans, more like brothers of Humanity. But he also knew that brothers can fight. Perhaps the two are more like each other than either likes to admit. ~Perhaps we are exactly the same, and neither of us likes looking in the mirror~ Garry leaned forward and rang the chime to alert the counselor to his presence. The door opened and Garry walked in side. (Reply Divon Lronen) “Ahh… you’re a Betazoid aren’t you.” Garry leaned in with interest. “I suppose that you have read my file.” (Reply Divon Lronen) (Posted By Bobby Pirie) (USS Spectre- Counselor's Office- COUNS Ensign {SG} Divon Lronen - 1658) Divon was finishing his raktajino when Ensign Ronsworth walked in. "Greetings Ensign Ronsworth. I'm Counsellor Lronen, please have a seat," stated Divon warmly. "Ahh. you're a Betazoid aren't you." Garry leaned in with interest. "I suppose that you have read my file." Lronen cocked an eyebrow. ~What was THAT supposed to mean?~ "Yes Ensign, of course I read your file. I read the files of everyone that comes through those doors, but make no mistake, that's ALL I read," said Lronen, he was half tempted to scan the man's mind to see if he had intended to insinuate something or if it was just idle banter. Lronen had, however, decided a long time ago that this activity was unethical. (Reply Ronsworth) "Yes, well, let’s begin. I'll start out by asking you a few questions and then show you some images and you'll tell me what they look like," said Divon. (Reply Ronsworth) Divon nodded. "I was reading your family 'rules'... they are interesting. How do you find existing in such a strict system or rules and traditions?" asked Divon. (Reply Ronsworth) "Tell me... what would you do if a duty for Starfleet contravened a family tradition or rule?" asked Divon further. (Reply Ronsworth) (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (USS Spectre- Counselor's Office- Acting CSO Ronsworth- 1659) "Yes Ensign, of course I read your file. I read the files of everyone that comes through those doors, but make no mistake, that's ALL I read," said Lronen. “Of course doctor and please call me Garry.” Garry looked at the counselor and relaxed a bit. "Yes, well, let’s begin. I'll start out by asking you a few questions and then show you some images and you'll tell me what they look like," said Divon. “Alright,” Garry thought it sounded routine. Divon nodded. "I was reading your family 'rules'... they are interesting. How do you find existing in such a strict system or rules and traditions?" asked Divon. “It is an honor to contribute to such a system and I feel that it gives me link back to the roots of my civilization. My family began these traditions after the chaos of Earth’s third world war ended. We use these traditions as a way of reminding ourselves of the hardships suffered in those times.” Garry relaxed in his chair. "Tell me... what would you do if a duty for Starfleet contravened a family tradition or rule?" asked Divon further. “I would, whole heartedly serve my duty. When I’m in the uniform, I am a Starfleet officer and a loyal hand of the Federation itself. I would die for the Federation, that’s part of why I’m glad I’m here in the 52nd fleet. What Lodona is doing is right. I would have the CMO take the heart beating from my chest if it meant that one of my crewmates, including you counselor, could live to fight another day.” Garry answered as a swell of pride welled up in his chest. He felt like standing and singing the UFP anthem. (Reply Lronen) (Posted by Bobby) (USS Spectre – Sickbay – ACMO Bently – 1700) "Hi Warren how are things. do you know where we are on the crews medicals. I know that there are a couple we need to up date before we set out into the unknown." “Oh, Hi Andrew. Yeah I’m just going though them now, as far as I can tell they are all up to date. If I find any that are out I’ll get them up to date as soon as possible.” Warren turned back to the console and continued going through the personal files, as far as he could tell all the files where up to date. It took Warren a half an hour to finish through the rest of them. He left a couple aside that he would have to check through later and got up and headed out of sickbay. Feeling a bit hungry Warren decided to head over to 10 forward to for a snack. Warren got himself a piece of pie and a cup of coffee and found himself an empty table. Warren sat down and started to read over the latest medical journals. (Reply Any) (posted by Paul Myroon) (USS Spectre- Counsellor's Office- COUNS Ensign {SG} Divon Lronen -1704) Divon listened to Garry as he spoke. The family system was 'interesting' but definitely not his cup of tea. Divon was more concerned that it would somehow interfere with his duties on the Spectre, but that didn't seem to be the case. Finally, Divon nodded. This fellow was a fanatic when it came to his family, but in the end the only person he was really a threat to was himself. Divon found his ways strange, certainly anyone from Earth would as well, but if he was happy with his traditions, didn't let them interfere and didn't push them on anyone else no problem. Divon grinned as he wondered how this man would EVER find a mate in this day and age. "Please look at the three images on the screen in front of you and tell me what you see. Don't take time to think about it, just give me the first thing that pops into your head," said Divon. (Reply Garry) (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (USS Spectre-Bridge-Ensign Will Banowsky-17.30) Will entered the bridge at exactly 17.30, just the time he was needed on the bridge. He walked over to the OPS station and relieved the crewman on duty there. He sat down at his station and monitored how repairs were going at this point in time. What else was there for him to do while the Spectre was at Geneva. It's not like he could take his seat at the helm anytime soon and start flying across the galaxy, like he really wanted to do. Will wasn't as bummed about having to attend counseling sessions anymore. He got over it. ~Besides, it could be kind of cool.~ Will was rather enjoying bridge duty. He enjoyed the OPS station, and monitoring everything. Making sure everything was running smoothly. He loved especially being at the helm. Mainly because Will loved piloting, almost as much as law. And Will really loved law. He noticed that repairs were going smoothly, and that everything on board the Spectre was fine. The Spectre was a beautiful sight to him, and he wanted to make sure that his "baby" was going to be ok. So he monitored the status of repairs from his station. (reply any) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Spectre- Counsellor's Office - COUNS - Ensign {SG} Divon Lronen - 1732) Divon sat listening to Bajoran opera in his darkened office. After lowering the environmental controls a few degrees the temperature was a bit more bearable. Divon hated psych evaluations almost as much as the crew usually did, the rapid fire motion of dealing with so many crew members always left him feeling a bit tired, combine that with learning everyone's names and it was hardly surprising he needed a break. Divon got up and walked over to the replicator. "Raktajino: House of Kasara blend," he stated. [This unit is not programmed for this item.] Divon sighed... he would have to program that one in later. "Raktajino: bortaS blend," he tried again. [This unit is not programmed for this item.] Divon felt a bit more frustrated... had these people never heard of Raktajino before? ~Oh well, third time is the charm?~ "Raktajino: Klah blend," he said. Finally, a Klingon cup materialized in the replicator. He grabbed it and took a sip. ~Gah... Klah blend is so... sweet! Oh well, better than nothing,~ he thought to himself. Divon would work on programming the other items later. At least he didn't drink Cardassian hot fish juice... Divon was SURE that wasn't in the replicator, at least he hoped it wasn't thinking back to the one mission the USS Trail of Tears had been on close to the Cardassian border. ~Hot fish juice every morning, ick!~ After dealing with Ronsworth, Divon had decided to take a slight break. He'd been going pretty steadily, but he still wanted to complete one more member of the command staff before he called it a day and met Pierce for darts. Divon looked through the manifest and tapped on the comm system. "Lieutenant Commander Schofield, please report to the counsellor's office for your mandatory psych evaluation. Thank you," said Divon and sat back and waited. (Reply Schofield) (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (USS Spectre, FO's Office, FO, LtCmdr Shane Schofield, 1732) Shane was reading up on the status reports of the Spectre and her crew's reports when his comm badge beeped. =/\=Lieutenant Commander Schofield, please report to the counselor's office for your mandatory psych evaluation. Thank you.=/\= Shane sighed deeply. He hated these evaluations. Although he knew they were mandatory by regulations he still hated the mind-shrinkers and their *talks*. He hated to pry into his own past and hated them prying in even more. This was not going to be pleasant. (Posted by Andrew Brannigan) (USS Spectre, Counselor's Office, FO, LtCmdr Shane Schofield, 1735) Shane entered the office of the Counselor and sat down. "Ok let's get this over with!" (Reply from Lronen, Any) (Posted by Andrew Brannigan) (USS Spectre, Bridge – Ensign H’Chir – 1738) H’Chir strode onto the bridge and nodded a greeting to Operations officer. Tapping at his console he said, “So… Who do you think trashed the ship while we were playing sardines on the Mystique?” (Reply Banowsky, any) (Posted by Michael Drake) (USS Spectre, Counselor's Office, COUNS, Ensign {SG} Divon Lronen, 1738) Divon watched as the First Officer came in and dropped into a chair. He cocked an eyebrow. Just by the way this man walked, he knew it was going to be trouble. He hated when people resisted and Divon was, quite frankly, getting tired himself after seeing person after person. "Ok let's get this over with!" stated Schofield abruptly... if not rudely. Divon stared at the man for a moment as he felt his cheeks flush and paused to collect his thoughts. "Lieutenant Command Schofield, I'm going to be blunt. I do not appreciate your behavior at the moment. I know you don't like 'these things', quite frankly I don't like 'these things' however, I am bound by the same regulations you are. I'd like you to consider how you'd react if you called me in during the commission of your duty and I walked in and plunked down and told you that we should 'get this over with'. I'm sure you would not only be most displeased, but possibly quite annoyed. I believe that I have the right to expect some measure of respect when I'm doing the job mandated to me by Starfleet and our captain. I also submit, that you are a role model to the other junior officers on this ship, or at least you should be. I do not desire for any of these sessions to be hostile, but I will not allow anyone to get in the way of the commission of my duty. This is a sentiment which I'm sure you understand." (Reply Schofield) "I'll cut to the chase, Sir. When it comes right down to it, you were involved with an event that was rather traumatic to say the least. If you were in my shoes, or command's shoes to be more to the point, you'd want to make sure that one of the best officers in Starfleet was 'mending' properly afterwards. Now, how have you been sleeping, have you been having any flashbacks or other after effects since the Sovereign incident?" asked Divon pointedly. (Reply Schofield) (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (USS Spectre-Bridge-Ensign Will Banowsky-17.39) Will watched as the Andorian chief operations came up and tapped his console. "So what do you think trashed the ship while we were playing sardines on the Mystique?” "I have no clue,” Will replied. He didn't know where the ship had been. He didn't even know what had happened. "Your guess is as good as mine. With the capabilities that the Spectre has, I can't say for sure, because who knows what they needed it for. It probably some secret mission type thing, and when it was over, they all got drunk and trashed the ship in their drunken stupor. But I can't say, I wasn't there." (reply H’Chir iyw) Will pressed some buttons on his console then looked up. "I've been meaning to ask, what is the status of engineering, have you gotten the repairs you needed, the personnel and equipment? I'm trying to compile a lists of things we need so that I can make sure we get them onboard before we leave." (reply H’Chir) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Spectre, Bridge – Ensign H’Chir – 1740) “So… Who do you think trashed the ship while we were playing sardines on the Mystique?” The Operations officer looked over and replied, “I have no clue. Your guess is as good as mine. With the capabilities that the Spectre has, I can’t say for sure, because who knows what they needed it for. It probably some secret mission type thing, and when it was over, they all got drunk and trashed the ship in their drunken stupor. But I can’t say; I wasn’t there.” H’Chir nodded and touched his commbadge, “Spectre to Repair Team Beta, I’ve taken our tractor grid offline. Proceed when ready. Spectre out.” He turned back to his colleague and added, “It was probably jar-heads; on some big mission behind enemy lines. There are probably a few more bad guys with a grudge against the ship now, and we’re the ones who’ll have to face off against them when they come to settle the score…” A silence grew around them as they both considered this new situation. “I’ve been meaning to ask, what is the status of engineering? Have you gotten the repairs you needed; the personnel and equipment? I’m trying to compile a list of things we need so that I can make sure we get them onboard before we leave.” “I’m overhauling the deuterium injectors, but mostly it’s stuff we can replicate. I’ll let you know. A spare warpcore would be nice.” (Reply Banowsky, any) (Posted by Michael Drake) (USS Spectre-Bridge-Ensign Will Banowsky-17.42) Will sat at his console, waiting for a reply from the andorian officer. “I’m overhauling the deuterium injectors, but mostly it’s stuff we can replicate. I’ll let you know. A spare warpcore would be nice.” he said as Will pushed some buttons on his console. "That is good. I will see what I can do about that spare warp core, although I will need to talk to the captain first. Also I will be heading to engineering later today to double check. I'm more worried about engineering then I am the other departments of the ship, and on the flight and operation end of things, I've personally got everything under control. But yes, I will be down later, to make sure everything is all right. And this is not questioning your abilities, im the Chief of Operations, I got to make sure everything is running smoothly." Will said, as he was compiling a report of things he needed to get on Geneva. (reply H'chir) "Well then, I need to get back to work, I will be seeing you around." (reply H'Chir) As the andorian left, Will turned to his console and pressed some buttons. He then pressed his commbadge. "Ensign Banowsky to Sickbay" (reply sickbay, any) "I'm trying to compile a list of things that we still need to get from Geneva. What is the status of sickbay's supplies and personnel." (reply sickbay, any) "Alright, is there anything else you might need?" (reply sickbay, any) (posted by Will Banowsky) (USS Spectre, Bridge – Ensign H’Chir – 1743) "That is good. I will see what I can do about that spare warpcore, although I will need to talk to the captain first. Also I will be heading to engineering later today to double check. I'm more worried about engineering then I am the other departments of the ship, and on the flight and operation end of things, I've personally got everything under control.” H’Chir gritted his teeth, biting back an interruption as the Human continued, “But yes, I will be down later, to make sure everything is all right. And this is not questioning your abilities, I’m the Chief of Operations, I’ve got to make sure everything is running smoothly." “Ensign, *my* engine room is running very smoothly. I’m already liaising with the starbase to ensure that our repairs are conducted on time, and people should keep their noses out! Especially that *damned* woman!!” He turned and walked directly to the turbolift, barely hearing the Operations Officer’s bemused reply coming over his shoulder. "Well then, I need to get back to work, I will be seeing you around." (Reply any, none) (Posted by Michael Drake) (USS Spectre, Main Engineering – Ensign H’Chir - 1901) "Mr. H'Chir, how are you?" Startled by the sudden arrival of his commanding officer, H’Chir came to attention. “R’n’R progressing to schedule, sir. We’re about to power down the warp-core for a top level diagnostic, and a team from Geneva are fitting in the new tractor enhancers.” The Bajoran actually smiled as he said, "It's okay, I don't want a status report, Ensign - I am just visiting, is there anything you need?" ~A cage for that woman!~ The image flashed through H’Chir’s mind, and left a remarkably satisfying taste as he said, “No sir. Just keep the surprises at bay for a few hours and everything should run to order down here.” "Very well." The Captain walked away, and H’Chir stood and watched as his commanding officer took the lift up to the second level. “Did he just wink at me?” (Reply from any, none) (Posted by Michael Drake) (USS Spectre, Ready Room, FO, LtCmdr Shane Schofield, 1910) =/\=Commander Schofield, this is the Captain, I am heading for a meeting on Geneva.=/\= he said sighing just a bit. =/\=Acknowledged sir=/\= Shane immediately headed for the bridge as Duty Officer while the Captain was off the ship for his meeting. (posted by Andrew Brannigan) (Starbase Geneva, Admiral's Office, Captain Remae Ktell - 19.30) Remae was ushered into the Admiral's office only to find no one there. however, a light hit the room and seemed to focus onto the Bajoran, once that was done, the view screen on the computer terminal lit up and the Admiral appeared in prerecorded form. "Captain Remae," LoDona said in tired voice. "I trust you have gotten reacquainted with the Spectre, because you and yours are needed. I am sending you to a Class Y star, recent long-range intelligence scans have shown that several unidentified ships have been lurking in the area. We can't make out who, or what, they are. So, Captain, you get to play Scout for a while." The Admiral leaned back in his chair and figured his borg implants. "Further, you will notice that I've sent you a data file. It contains everything you will want to know about why you were taken off duty and placed under Captain Winter's command. Further questions can be routed to me later. God Speed." The screen flicked off. Remae wondered where the Admiral was. His little talk with the Fleet Commanding Officer would have to wait; he headed back out the same door and back to the Spectre without wasting time. (posted by Anthony Keen and Jeremy Trout) (USS Spectre, Ready Room, CO, Captain Remae Ktell - 20.00) Remae hadn't examined the file the Admiral sent over regarding his demotion and assignment off the Spectre but he had examined the orders, there wasn't a lot to go on, some sensor readings, nothing to explain them but it seemed that the Spectre's unique abilities were needed to get into the area without being detected and to identify what was going on. "Computer, send a message to the First Officer, Commander, please report to my Ready Room at 7am." << Message sent at 20.05 >> That would give Remae the time to look at the orders and see what was going on and perhaps to come up with a preliminary mission. However, the file in his personal database was still flickering, still asking him to open up what the Admiral considered the reasoning behind his demotion and the loss of command of the Spectre. He opened the file and began to read. (Reply from Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (USS Spectre, Personal Quarters, FO, LtCmdr Shane Schofield, 20.05) Shortly after the Captain had returned from his meeting Shane was relieved as Duty Officer and headed for his quarters to get settled in. He was still unpacking when his console beeped on the desk. There was a message from the Captain. "Commander, please report to my Ready Room at 7am." He acknowledged the message and wondered whether this had anything to do with the Captain's meeting aboard the station earlier. (Reply from Ronsworth, Orde, Ktell, Any) (Posted by Andrew Brannigan) (USS Spectre-Personal Quarters-Ensign Will Banowsky-23.00) Will sat at the desk in his room. He was looking at the ship’s schematics. He was very excited to be onboard for some reason. Sometimes he still wished he went to law school. But he was so wrapped up in work, and he loved it. He loved every bit of it. He wanted to just get up and say that he wanted to do Starfleet as a career. That he had made up his mind. He no longer wanted to be a lawyer. But then he thought about his holoprogram where he was a 21st century district attorney. He loved that program. Every time he used it, he wanted to be a lawyer even more. But Every time he was on the bridge, he wanted to do Starfleet as a career. Every time he was at the helm, he loved every bit of it. His mind was wracked with whether or not he had made the right choice. He needed something to take his mind off things. He had the perfect plan. The third holodeck program he had installed since he had been on the Spectre. A program that always got his mind off of things. Program Banowsky Alpha OU 3. A complete replica of the weight room at the college he went to. He was going to go down to the holodeck in the morning and get a workout in before starting the day. "Computer send message to Acting Chief Science Officer Ensign Garrison Ronsworth, Garry, if you are free at 6.30 tomorrow morning and are open for a nice workout meet me at Holodeck 2. Wear workout clothes." <> Will then closed the schematics and changed into his pajamas. He then headed to his bed. "Computer set alarm for 6.00 hours." <> Will then got under the covers, closed his eyes, and went to bed. (reply none) (posted by Will Banowsky) [End Compile]