Compile summary Your adoring FO ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.01.31 (USS Mystique - Bridge - 2O Lt.(sg) CT/S Jason Dema -1502) (USS Mystique - Personal Quarters - ACMO Ensign Vren Marto - 16:25) (USS Mystique - Personal Quarters - TC Ensign (jg) Shurik Rosanov - 1628) (USS Mystique - Transporter room 2 - TC Ensign (jg) Shurik Rosanov - 1642) (USS Mystique, Ensign Alessi's Quarters, ACOUNS Ens(sg) Regan Alessi, 1813) (USS Mystique - personal quarters - 2O Lt.(sg) CT/S Jason Dema -1843) (USS Mystique - Holodeck 2 - 2O Lt.(sg) CT/S Jason Dema -1927) (USS Mystique - Holodeck 2 - 2O Lt.(sg) CT/S Jason Dema -2136) (USS Mystique, Ensign Alessi's Quarters, ACOUNS Ens(sg) Regan Alessi, 2159) (USS Mystique - Ensign Alessi's Quarters - ACEO Ensign (jg) Norman Harper - 2200) (USS Mystique, Ensign Alessi's Quarters, ACOUNS Ens(sg) Regan Alessi, 2219) (USS Mystique - Ensign Alessi's Quarters - ACEO Norm Harper - 2220) (USS Mystique - Ensign Alessi's Quarters - ACOUNS Ens(sg) Regan Alessi - 2221) (USS Mystique - Holodeck 3 - ACEO Norm Harper - 2227) (USS Mystique - Holodeck 3 - ACOUNS Ens(sg) Regan Alessi - 2228) (USS Mystique - Holodeck 3 - ACEO Ensign (jg) Norman Harper- 2230) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.01 (USS Mystique - Deck 3 - Commander Saleke - 1101) (USS Mystique - Deck 3 - SFI Agent Moto - 1104) (USS Mystique - COPS Office - COPS Lt. Travis Keswick - 1352) (USS Mystique - COPS Office - AOPS/CONN, Ensign Ash Physioc - 1355) (USS Mystique - COPS Office - COPS Lt. Travis Keswick - 1357) (USS Mystique - COPS Office - AOPS/CONN, Ensign Ash Physioc - 1400) (USS Mystique - CSO's office - Ensign Cynthia Darson - 1401) (USS Mystique - Sick Bay-CMO Lt. Jg. CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere 1404) (USS Mystique - CSO's office - CSO, Lt. (jg) Ketal- 1405) (USS Mystique - CSO's office - Ensign Cynthia Darson -1406) (USS Mystique - Sick Bay - Ensign Cynthia Darson - 1455) (USS Mystique - Bridge - AOPS/CONN, Ensign Ash Physioc - 1457) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.02 (USS Mystique - Bridge - COPS Lt. Travis Keswick -1011) (USS Mystique - Bridge - CEO 3/O Lt. Mason Garrett - 1012) (USS Mystique - Bridge - ACONN Ensign (jg) Andreas Schliegler -10:13) (USS Mystique - Bridge - Commander Saleke -1015) (USS Mystique - Bridge - COPS Lt. Travis Keswick -10:16) (USS Mystique - Bridge - CEO 3/O Lt. Mason Garrett -1017) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- begin compile Stardate: 2407.01.31 (USS Mystique - Bridge - 2O Lt.(sg) CT/S Jason Dema -1502) Jason was still monitoring all movements on the bridge, as several were engulfed in repairs, and others were gathering data of their surroundings, Jason received a report from his missing security team. Seems they lost their connection for a short while, and blamed it on the fields in the cloud. As for the report, 68% of the ship was cleared, and opposition was easily eliminated. "Very well, carry on, I expect a full report on you return." =/\= Aye Sir =/\= Jason was anxious to be relieved, as he still had a lot to do, and it had to be done before 2000 for his date with Taya... the one thing he'd surely didn't want to miss. He just hoped nothing would come up. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.01.31 (USS Mystique - Personal Quarters - ACMO Ensign Vren Marto - 16:25) Once again Marto stood surveying the wreckage in front of her and felt like crying. This was the last thing she needed to deal with at the moment, but as the human saying went, 'Needs must'. Bajorans had much the same saying only being Bajoran they were a bit more mystical about it. 'When the barrowbugs start leaving mounds in your vegetable patch there's no point in screaming at the Prophets'. Sighing Marto leant over, righted the nearest chair and feeling a sharp pain run up her side rather quickly sat down in it to catch her breath. "Time for another painkiller I think." She had merely spoken out loud to herself but the computer picking it up replied. "Do you require medical assistance? Would you like me to contact Sickbay?" Marto started to laugh which didn't help her ribs any but finally between the sharp intakes of breath she managed to reassure the computer that she really didn't need any assistance. "No, honestly, I'm fine. Please access music files, Bajoran, reed instruments, and play a selection." As music started to fill the room Marto rooted around and picking her personal Med Kit up off the floor, opened it. The kits were designed to be fairly robust so, all in all, even although both of them had taken a pounding today, the kit had definitely survived better. Taking out a hypospray she slotted one of the stronger painkillers into it and injecting herself with it sat back down in the chair until it took effect. After a few minutes she began to feel as if she would be able to move around again without too much difficulty so she crossed to the replicator, got herself a cup of Lapsang Suchong and, putting it on a shelf for lack of an upright table, once again surveyed the wreckage. The bigger pieces of furniture, she had the sense to realise, would have to wait until Travis returned. Given the state of her ribs, moving them on her own would be the height of stupidity, but she thought she could cope with all the smaller junk. Hauling over the nearest bin she sat herself down in the middle of the floor, since that was the most comfortable position and started dumping all the broken bits and pieces into the bin. Almost immediately she came across a broken photo of Travis and her taken during one of Travis' holodeck spy novels. Back to back, him in a tux and her in an impossible tight, floor length red dress and both holding guns. Smiling she remembered how outraged Travis had been when, after complaining that she could barely move in that costume she had ripped most of the bottom half of the skirt away only to have Travis inform her that this was what female spies wore in that era. Telling him that she now understood why most of the female spies ended up dead hadn't really gone down well at the time, but looking back on it, it had indeed been fun. Carefully slipping the photo out of the broken frame she placed it on the chair to keep it safe and moved on. One area of the floor she had deliberately left until last, but finally she turned to it. Picking Muffin up she looked at the shrivelled plant and wondered what to do with it. ~ Well Marto, it's not like you can give it a funeral. You are just going to have to bin it and live with it.~ It took her a while to do it but finally she dropped Muffin's remains into the bin and began picking up the other bits and pieces. Turning over the remains of what had once been a shelf she was puzzled at first to see half a dozen or so seeds scattered around the area but suddenly the pieces all fell into place in her head. Muffin had been acting weird this morning. Prophets, was it only this morning? Marto remembered saying to Travis that they should just leave her to settle. Now the reason was evident. Hauling herself up off the floor Marto crossed to the replicator and requested several plant pots and potting compost. Once she had them she sat herself back down, ignoring the rest of the rubbish, a miasma of hope settling around her as she started to pot up the seeds. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.01.31 (USS Mystique - Personal Quarters - TC Ensign (jg) Shurik Rosanov - 1628) Shurik finally pulled himself out of bed and slipped into his uniform. Sometimes he wondered why he had chosen to enter the world of transporter technicians; he often found himself with nothing to do, or too much to do at one time. The med officer had said something about seeing Dr. Vren before doing anything, but judging by the time, she probably wasn't even in sick bay anymore. He figured a stop by her quarters would be welcomed, so he started out toward the transporter room. As he stepped toward the door of his room on rubber legs his head felt as though it had been filled with helium. He closed his eyes, tried to shake it off and when he didn't, he left. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.01.31 (USS Mystique - Transporter room 2 - TC Ensign (jg) Shurik Rosanov - 1642) Disgusted at how long it had taken for him to make it all the way to the transporter room, Shurik sighed heavily at himself. Having already acquainted himself with the general set-up of the ships transporter Shurik readied himself for a long shift of nothingness. "Slav’sya, Otechestvo nashe svobodnoye," He began singing absently as he plopped down in the corner. He had heard wind of a soon-to-be shore leave, and was looking forward to it. It wasn't because of the shore leave itself- heck he hadn't even had the time to unpack his things on the ship - it was more the promise of something to do that excited him. The fact that the first officer was also a plus to shore leave. This could give him a chance to brush up on his use of the Vulcan language. ~Maybe I should have been a linguist~ he juggled the idea in his head and then ignored it. He instead closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, praying his headache wasn't returning. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.01.31 (USS Mystique, Ensign Alessi's Quarters, ACOUNS Ens(sg) Regan Alessi, 1813) Norm furrowed his brow and bit his lower lip. "There's only one way to find out." He said. Regan smiled. "It's an Indonesian dish originally," she said. "Sort of fried rice, with meat and vegetables, spices and ketjap. No hot spices, although there is also a sambal you can add," she pointed to a small dish with a red-coloured sauce in it, "which is like a hot chilli sauce. There's also fried eggs and gherkins to go with it. It's supposed to be a sort of left-over dish, but I usually make it from scratch. I hope you enjoy it - it's one of our favourite supper dishes." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.01.31 (USS Mystique - personal quarters - 2O Lt.(sg) CT/S Jason Dema -1843) Jason's shift was finally over. Thinking about his date later on with Taya, he'd thought about preparing the holodeck allready, so that he could check if nothing was missing. Though something still bothered him, and it was keeping him from performing his duties with the desired efficiency. Only one thing he could think off, and that was having a talk, see if something could be found that was blocking him... "Lt. Dema to Dr. Riven, do you have some time available for me?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.01.31 (USS Mystique - Holodeck 2 - 2O Lt.(sg) CT/S Jason Dema -1927) Jason went early to the holodeck, to prepare things for Taya's arrival. He booted up his program of a white beach at a cluer blue sea. The waves crashing on cliffs just a mile up ahead, while a soft breeze gently storke his skin. The table was set, the torches planted along the beach, ready to be ignited. Also 2 beach chairs were added, one of wich Jason took place in. He shifted position untill no stress was felt. Staring at the sky, Jason fell asleep under the burning sun..... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.01.31 (USS Mystique - Holodeck 2 - 2O Lt.(sg) CT/S Jason Dema -2136) Jason suddenly woke up, and watched his surroundings. Everything still looked the same, and for a while he thought he fell asleep for only a few minutes. He rubbed his eyes once again and stood up from his chair. Stretching his body, he noticed the tablecover was out of place. He walked over and restored it to it's first position. He looked at the place where he entered the holodeck, to see only one trail coming from the entrance, but they were allready wiped away till near non-existant. With a breeze like this, it woul've taken a few hours to let them fade, like they were now. "Computer, what time is it?" Jason asked [The time is 2139] Jason was shocked to hear he had been sleeping for nearly two hours. On top of that, where was Taya?. "Computer, did anyone else except me entered this holodeck in the past two hours?" [Negative] ~She forgot?~ Jason couldn't believe it. He waited in the holodeck for another half hour, pacing over the beach. ~Why? Why didn't you come?~ He wondered all the time. The thought rose that high, that he nearly reached to a panic. ~Maybe it was my fault, maybe I rushed things.... Or maybe she doesn't want to see me anymore... Maybe that's why she never came to the bridge, because I was there.~ Jason's mind went berserk, though he stayed calm on the outside. Fighting of his thoughts, he simply shutted down the holodeck, and walked slowly, head down to his quarters..... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.01.31 (USS Mystique, Ensign Alessi's Quarters, ACOUNS Ens(sg) Regan Alessi, 2159) "I'd say we did pretty well." Norm said, hands on hips, looking over at Menno asleep on the couch. "I think we did," Regan said happily. The room looked a lot more like home now, with pictures of her family on the shelves along with her prized collection of books. The walls had been livened up with a selection of pictures, some painted by Regan a few years earlier and some done by Menno a lot more recently. Norm and Menno had had a competition to see who could get the most things into the toybox in Menno's room in ten minutes, which meant that for now, all his toys were tidied away. Though Regan knew that once he woke up tomorrow that state of affairs wouldn't last long. She had put all their clothes away in the closets and felt a sense of achievement. "Thanks to you," she added sincerely. "Otherwise three days from now I would probably still have been putting things away!" "Would you like to get some dinner on the holodeck with me?" Norm massaged the back of his neck with his right hand and smiled confidently, though Regan sensed the nervousness he was hiding. "I know a great little place back home in Huntington." "I'd love to!" Regan said. "I'll just put Menno to bed and set the computer to alert me if he wakes up. I'll also get someone from childcare to mind him if possible. We used to do that a lot on the Marie Celeste, so he's used to it." She grinned. "Not that he ever actually woke up, you understand. Once he's asleep, he sleeps through. And after all the excitement of the unpacking party, I'd say that's not about to change tonight! " (Reply Norm) "I used to worry at first," Regan admitted. "But I soon found out that everyone did the same. And I do have a link to Menno, I don't really need the computer alert but it makes me feel better if I set it anyway." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\ Stardate: 2406.01.31 (USS Mystique - Ensign Alessi's Quarters - ACEO Ensign (jg) Norman Harper - 2200) "I'd love to!" Regan said. "I'll just put Menno to bed and set the computer to alert me if he wakes up. I'll also get someone from childcare to mind him if possible. We used to do that a lot on the Marie Celeste, so he's used to it." She grinned. "Not that he ever actually woke up, you understand. Once he's asleep, he sleeps through. And after all the excitement of the unpacking party, I'd say that's not about to change tonight! " Norm's nervousness began to drain at her response. He was glad she had accepted, or else things might have turned very awkward and an unpleasant time. "I think I'd be a bit worried to leave my son alone." He said, "Not to mention worrying whether someone actually wants to watch him." "I used to worry at first," Regan admitted. "But I soon found out that everyone did the same. And I do have a link to Menno, I don't really need the computer alert but it makes me feel better if I set it anyway." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.01.31 (USS Mystique, Ensign Alessi's Quarters, ACOUNS Ens(sg) Regan Alessi, 2219) Menno had hardly stirred as he was tucked up in bed, and childcare had provided a sitter without even a murmur at the short notice, rather to Regan's surprise. "So, shall we go?" she asked Norm. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.01.31 (USS Mystique - Ensign Alessi's Quarters - ACEO Norm Harper - 2220) Menno had hardly stirred as he was tucked up in bed, and childcare had provided a sitter without even a murmur at the short notice, rather to Regan's surprise. "So, shall we go?" she asked Norm. "Indeed, we shall!" Norm grinned, made a mock bow and then stopped to think for a moment, "Er, make sure you've got on comfortable shoes." (reply Regan) "Trust me, you'll be glad you've got them." (reply Regan) Norm chuckled and stood back to allow her to exit the room first, "After you." He insisted, although he was sure he wouldn't meet too much resistance. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.01.31 (USS Mystique - Ensign Alessi's Quarters - ACOUNS Ens(sg) Regan Alessi - 2221) "Indeed, we shall!" Norm grinned, made a mock bow and then stopped to think for a moment, "Er, make sure you've got on comfortable shoes." Regan looked at Norm enquiringly. "Trust me, you'll be glad you've got them." "OK then," she said, slipping her feet out of her heeled shoes and heading for the bedroom. "I won't keep you long!" She reappeared a minute later wearing flat canvas pumps on bare feet. "Will these do?" she asked. Norm chuckled and stood back to allow her to exit the room first, "After you." He insisted. With a smile, Regan walked out first, feeling a little like she supposed royalty must have felt. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.01.31 (USS Mystique - Holodeck 3 - ACEO Norm Harper - 2227) "Harper programme 6," Norm commanded the computer as he stepped into the yellow and black gridded room. The chequers fluctuated and finally gave way to a small side street colliding with a small stretch of sand leading to a personal harbour connected to the small restaurant nearby. A read neon sign reading, "Al's" glowed just above the light green door of the sky-blue building. (reply Regan iyw) Norm took hold of one of the big brass handles and pulled a door open allowing Regan to step in first. " I haven't been here in a long, long time." From behind the counter stationed in the far left corner of the diner, a squat balding man waved at Norm cheerily and motioned for him to sit anywhere. "I used to work here." He explained, "After my mom died, Tony and I both worked here." (Reply Regan) "Tony," Norm said passing up all the tables and making his way toward the patio, "is my best friend. He was like second family to me. He and his parents were all I had left." He was surprised he could say it with a straight face, but he was so lost in the moment that the past didn't seem to matter much. The patio stretched out over the sand bar, leaving only enough room for two two-person tables. Norm chose the one closest to the banister. The sound and the smell of the sea reached this little place perfectly, and Norm loved every aspect of it. It was perfect. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.01.31 (USS Mystique - Holodeck 3 - ACOUNS Ens(sg) Regan Alessi - 2228) "Harper programme 6," Norm commanded the computer as he stepped into the yellow and black gridded room. The chequers fluctuated and finally gave way to a small side street colliding with a small stretch of sand leading to a personal harbour connected to the small restaurant nearby. A read neon sign reading, "Al's" glowed just above the light green door of the sky-blue building. Regan looked around, her eyes sparkling, taking it all in. She drew a deep breath and smiled. "It's lovely," she said sincerely. Norm took hold of one of the big brass handles and pulled a door open allowing Regan to step in first. " I haven't been here in a long, long time." From behind the counter stationed in the far left corner of the diner, a squat balding man waved at Norm cheerily and motioned for him to sit anywhere. "I used to work here." He explained, "After my mom died, Tony and I both worked here." "Tony?" Regan asked, not wanting to touch on the death of his mother. "Tony," Norm said as he headed directly for the patio, "is my best friend. He was like second family to me. He and his parents were all I had left." Norm led her to the table nearest the banister so that they had a clear view over the sand-bar. As she sat down, Norm having gallantly pulled out her seat for her, Regan could both hear and smell the sea. The salt tang in the air made her feel suddenly hungry. "This place is perfect," she said to Norm with a smile. "I love it!" (reply Norm) "There's nothing quite like this on Betazed," she said. "It's really very special. And talking of special," she added, looking at the menu, "What do you recommend?" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.01.31 (USS Mystique - Holodeck 3 - ACEO Ensign (jg) Norman Harper- 2230) Norm led her to the table nearest the banister so that they had a clear view over the sand-bar. As she sat down, Norm having gallantly pulled out her seat for her, Regan could both hear and smell the sea. The salt tang in the air made her feel suddenly hungry. "This place is perfect," she said to Norm with a smile. "I love it!" "I grew up with it," he said soaking up the cool air of the evening, "And it's still wonderful every time I come." "There's nothing quite like this on Betazed," she said. "It's really very special. And talking of special," she added, looking at the menu, "What do you recommend?" Norm reached for his menu, and glanced at it, although it wasn't really needed. He had memorised it by now, and was only using it as reference. "The Nachos are pretty killer!" He said, allowing his old beach speech to return to him, "Aloha Burgers are good if you don't mind pineapples with beef," I normally go for the California Burger, which is basically the classic burger with lettuce, tomato, onions - all that junk, with 'real California Cheese' and 'special sauce'." He lowered his voice from baritone to bass when he said "California cheese" and "special sauce," and then proceeded to laugh at himself. "It's not really special. Just mayo and ketchup." (reply Regan) "Be careful, though, whatever you order. The portions here are huge!" He gesticulated widely to add emphasis to his words. The short balding man made his way over to their table and when he finally managed to waddle over to them he leaned on the table. "You never stopped growing did you?" He asked looking Norm up and Down. "Most people stop by the time they're eighteen." The little man laughed and punched Norm in the shoulder. "You're always pickin' on me, Al." Norm smiled and gave his menu up to him, "It's only been two inches since I last saw you!" Al shrugged and Norm added, "I'll have a basket of seasoned fries and whatever she has." The little man lit up and grinned, "You finally found yourself a girl, Norm! About time!" He turned to Regan as Norm's ears turned scarlet, "And what can I get for the little lady?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.01 (USS Mystique - Deck 3 - Commander Saleke - 1101) "What I'm about to tell you is classified and under no circumstances is to leave this room. My first mission was on to infiltrate and take out a terrorist who assassinated the leader of my home world 10 years ago as for my code man was Koron and the operative in charge of that mission was Agent Zoria." Saleke nodded and turned away from Moto for a moment as he considered space as seen from the porthole of the room. "That is correct." The inky blackness punctuated by stars was as always serene and peaceful, giving no hint as the the warfare going on within it. Such wartime circumstances all too often required the use of tools not of a liking to the wielder but if this Ulian were to become a functioning member of the crew until such time as he could be disposed of on a post or base his skills would have to be put to use. The orders from command had been clear, to make use of his abilities and allow him access to the ships records as well as communications with Geneva. While not to the satisfaction of the Vulcan those orders would be followed... to the letter. Saleke turned back to the impatient SFI agent and cupped his hands behind his back in his implacable manner. "I have been ordered to cooperate with you agent Moto until such time as command sees fit to reassign you however do not forget one very important thing." (Reply: Moto) Saleke paused before removing himself from the room. "Cooperation ends at the point of command, if and when your duties come into conflict with the good of the ship and crew my cooperation will cease." He watched Moto's face impassively as he finished his point. "That line will be held rigidly and if you attempt to cross it you do so at your own risk, I will not allow you to endanger the ship and crew and will take whatever steps are necessary to insure their safety up to confining you to the brig should you force me to do so. I trust I have made myself clear." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.01 (USS Mystique - Deck 3 - SFI Agent Moto - 1104) Saleke turned back to the impatient SFI agent and cupped his hands behind his back in his implacable manner. "I have been ordered to cooperate with you agent Moto until such time as command sees fit to reassign you however do not forget one very important thing." Moto sat there interlocking his finger as he looked deep into Saleke's eyes. "And what would that be." Saleke paused before removing himself from the room. "Cooperation ends at the point of command, if and when your duties come into conflict with the good of the ship and crew my cooperation will cease." He watched Moto's face impassively as he finished his point. "That line will be held rigidly and if you attempt to cross it you do so at your own risk, I will not allow you to endanger the ship and crew and will take whatever steps are necessary to insure their safety up to confining you to the brig should you force me to do so. I trust I have made myself clear." "Crystal clear." Moto sead to satisfy Saleke but Moto was the tip of Agent who will do what ever it takes to compile. He has never failed a mission and a vulcan who thinks he can intimidate him will not change how how dues things. "Commander just remember we are on the same team. Moto added. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.01 (USS Mystique - COPS Office - COPS Lt. Travis Keswick - 1352) "Ash Physioc to Lieutenant Keswick, I'm afraid I'm not as adept as you in navigating strange ships without a map" =/\= My office is on deck 7 section 3 =/\= Travis sead as he went back to the stack of reports on his desk. A few minuets and reports later the door chime went off. Travis put the padd down. "Enter" Travis sead as the door opined. "Ahhhh Lieutenant Keswick, it must be!" Ash said extending a hand. "Hello Ensign Physioc welcome aboard." Travis sead shaking the ensigns hand and motioning to the empty chair infront of his desk. "I have you working the Bata shift on the bridge starting today at 1500 you will relieve Lt. Adams and her is a deck plans of the ship I expect you to memorize it." Travis sead handing him a padd. "Do you have any questions Ensign." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.01 (USS Mystique - COPS Office - AOPS/CONN, Ensign Ash Physioc - 1355) "Hello Ensign Physioc welcome aboard." Travis sead shaking the ensigns hand and motioning to the empty chair infront of his desk. Ash took the seat gratefully, he had his telepathic walls up immensely he made sure nobody could enter. "I have you working the Bata shift on the bridge starting today at 1500 you will relieve Lt. Adams and here is a deck plans of the ship I expect you to memorise it." Travis sead handing him a padd. "Do you have any questions Ensign." Ash looked at the obviously clueless lieutenant. "Well, Sir. As it seems i haven't ACTUALLY been told anything. I was contacted by Commander Saleke, he called me Ensign. So i assumed that was the rank given to me. He then told me to report to you. If you would please tell me what my duties are in more detail I'm sure it would be of some help. What position am i holding?" Ash said trying not to be to over pragmatic about the whole situation, but it had been true. He hadn't been told anything, to the point of annoyance. (Reply Keswick) Ash sat back and listened to the man taking in and memorising everything he said... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.01 (USS Mystique - COPS Office - COPS Lt. Travis Keswick - 1357) Ash looked at the obviously clueless lieutenant. "Well, Sir. As it seems i haven't ACTUALLY been told anything. I was contacted by Commander Saleke, he called me Ensign. So i assumed that was the rank given to me. He then told me to report to you. If you would please tell me what my duties are in more detail I'm sure it would be of some help. What position am i holding?" Ash said trying not to be to over pragmatic about the whole situation, but it had been true. He hadn't been told anything, to the point of annoyance. Travis was frustrated he had a lot of work to do to get repairs finished before they reached the planet and he did not have time to wet nurse an officer. "First yes you hold the rank of Ensign (JG). and as for your duties you will man the Operations station on the main bride and You will run diagnostics on all ships ships systems periodically you are also to keep a close eye on ships power systems and sensors." Travis sead as he sat back in his chair. "Those are your primary responsibilities And I will assign other duties as needed. I will be your Commanding officer so you report to me on any Operational concerns or problems. I expect a report at the end of all your duty shift on my desk on the activities. I run a tight department and. You will learn as time that The operation department is the most important department on a starship because if there is any problem with any of the Operational Systems it will intern effect the other departments wether it be Tactical, Engineering. Science or Medical so you see that is why I work my team hard. but I think once you get settled in and learn the ropes you will understand." "I hope that answers your questions. Travis sead as he looked at Ash. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.01 (USS Mystique - COPS Office - AOPS/CONN, Ensign Ash Physioc - 1400) "First yes you hold the rank of Ensign (JG). and as for your duties you will man the Operations station on the main bride and You will run diagnostics on all ships systems periodically you are also to keep a close eye on ships power systems and sensors." Travis sead as he sat back in his chair. ~Thats all i needed to know, and i know what the Jobs are in Operations, Deary me..~ "Those are your primary responsibilities And I will assign other duties as needed. I will be your Commanding officer so you report to me on any Operational concerns or problems. I expect a report at the end of all your duty shift on my desk on the activities. I run a tight department and. You will learn as time that The operation department is the most important department on a starship because if there is any problem with any of the Operational Systems it will intern effect the other departments wether it be Tactical, Engineering. Science or Medical so you see that is why I work my team hard. but I think once you get settled in and learn the ropes you will understand." Ash nodded, he wasnt really listening to what his 'Commanding Officer' was saying, he had lost interest AFTER the man had told him what he wanted to know. "I hope that answers your questions. Travis sead as he looked at Ash. Ash nodded "Yes they will do fine. I will report back to you later." Ash said as he stood up and left the room. He had an hour before he had to take up position on the bridge, he had nothing to do so he headed to his quarters for some more... Quiet time... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.01 (USS Mystique - CSO's office - Ensign Cynthia Darson - 1401) "Ensign Darson reporting lieutentant," She presented a PADD before whisking it onto the desk before him. Ketal nodded at the PADD as he held the mug of tea which he had been sipping on, he still felt a bit disjointed. "Sit down please." Setting down the mug then he picked up a PADD and began scrolling through the contents. "Thank you sir," she said moving smoothly into a chair as the chief science officer read through her report. "I noticed your report from yesterday on an interesting phenomena regarding a positron and anti-proton stream," He said as he looked through the specs on the planets size, mass and initial spectographic breakdown on the metal content and density. "Has there been any additional data regarding that?" "Only that the residual energies from interaction with the stellar environment suggests these particles were introduced into the area within a relatively short time, cosmically speaking. I would say sometime within the past three centuries." "Interesting." He noted. Analysis of the atmospheric content showed a thick ozone layer and higher atmospheric pressure by nearly a sixth over Earth normal combined with gas content similar to Earth normal at nitrogen 75.6 percent, oxygen at 23.1 percent and trace gases at 1.1 percent. Sensors also showed the presence of water vapor in the atmosphere which made this planet perfect for life. Without looking up from the PADD in which he was absorbed he said. "Do you have any theories on its cause?" "The probe's data is too preliminary. The idea occurred to me that an outside culture might have chosen this world for terraforming, but if that is so, then one has to wonder who they? what was the the purpose? and most importantly, why aren't they still here?" "This shows a positive reading for surface vegetation," there wasn't time to read the whole PADD during this meeting so he looked up from it and set it aside for a moment. "There are no positive signs of industrialization or communities, has there been any sign of higher life forms?" The young woman shook her head. "It's intriguing," she said, her voice hinting at her feelings of curiosity and bridled enthusiasm. "This planet is almost Edenic, yet has no sign of sentient life. No pre-industrial, agrarianism. No sign of the most primitive tribal or nomadic cultures." Her approached shifted into puzzlement. "Another curious detail the probe picked up en route. I didn't even notice it at first. Wasn't looking for it. The planet's magnetosphere has shown an irregular shifting in its arc over the past three years. A phenomenon like that will occur when a planet is breaking up. As it's general density shifts so do magnetic and gravitational influences, but there is no such upheaval occurring on that world." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.01 (USS Mystique - Sick Bay-CMO Lt. Jg. CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere 1404) Angeni laid quietly on the biobed, her eyes darting around under their lids. Inhaling sharply, she opened her eyes and looked around, and realized she was still in sick bay. ~I'm not dead...~ Weirdly enough, it came as more of a fact than something she was glad about. Every muscle in her body ached and burned as she tried to move, but sat up she did, and she looked at the back of her hands. There were some residual scars that would eventually and hopefully heal on their own, and she looked around, realizing that she had missed so much in what she felt was a short period of time. Easing herself off the biobed, she took several faltering steps to where her office was located, and she joyfully collapsed down into the chair, and she stared at the amount of padds in front of her. Angeni wanted nothing more than to just go back to sleep, but she knew she couldn't, she had a lot of work to do. Rest or relaxation was not in the cards for today, but seeing the disheveled state of her office made her wonder. Pictures had fallen off her desk, a shattered coffee mug under her chair. ~The ship must've been hit harder than I first thought. Everything's a mess!~ As if a ninja had snuck up behind her and batted her head with a 2x4, she realized that she hadn't seen nor heard from Mason since she rescued Noonan. Making sure to keep her voice low, she quickly started to voice a message that would be sent to the computer in his quarters. "Mace...it's me Ang. I hope you're okay. Let me know how things are going...I'd like to see you at some point...to check you over. It doesn't look like you've been down here, and I wasn't sure if you were injured or not, so just let me know when you're free..." She stopped a moment, not sure how to end it, but she steeled herself, taking a deep breath, "I love you...and I guess I'll see you around..." She heard the little ding that ment her message had been sent, and she set to work, looking through the padds, checking over each one with a scrutinizing eye, making piles for the people that were still there, had to be seen again...and those who had perished. The pile for those that died loomed in front of her. There weren't a mass number of them, five or six to be exact, but the fact that a child laid amongst those padds hit her harder. Even though the pile was small, it seemed huge.The magnitude of her job weighed heavily on her shoulders...she felt like she couldn't do this anymore...like life was caving in around her. She wanted to break free and escape...she needed someone to talk to. She hoped Mason would have time for her in his busy schedule... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.01 (USS Mystique - CSO's office - CSO, Lt. (jg) Ketal- 1405) The young woman shook her head. "It's intriguing. This planet is almost Edenic, yet has no sign of sentient life. No pre-industrial, agrarianism. No sign of the most primitive tribal or nomadic cultures." Her looked changed to one approaching confusion or disbelief. "Another curious detail the probe picked up en route. I didn't even notice it at first. Wasn't looking for it. The planet's magnetosphere has shown an irregular shifting in its arc over the past three years. A phenomenon like that will occur when a planet is breaking up. As it's general density shifts so do magnetic and gravitational influences, but there is no such upheaval occurring on that world." That caught Ketal's attention and his curiosity shifted into overdrive. "Magnetic variations can be caused by volcanism but would not be the cause of a prolonged imbalance in the magnetosphere nor would at that great of a deterioration." He glanced down at the PADD while not really seeing it as his attention was focused inward. "The evidences of volcanism on that scale would also have shown up in reports on the atmosphere with greater levels of carbon dioxide and sulphuric compounds. Has there been any sign of continental drift?" (Reply: Cynthia) On to the next item on the agenda. "Due to the presence of the anti-matter stream which is of recent origin and the shifting of the magnetosphere I am placing the scientific investigation of this planet at the highest priority with all of the laboratories of the ship focused on its analysis. Since the atmosphere and temperature are well within habitable ranges I will recommend ground teams as well as sensor sweeps. Do you have any further recommendations ensign?" (Reply: Cynthia) The CSO nodded. "I will place you on the first science team, the exact order of and number of transports is of course up to the Captain and her first officer." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.01 (USS Mystique - CSO's office - Ensign Cynthia Darson -1406) "Due to the presence of the anti-matter stream which is of recent origin and the shifting of the magnetosphere I am placing the scientific investigation of this planet at the highest priority with all of the laboratories of the ship focused on its analysis. Since the atmosphere and temperature are well within habitable ranges I will recommend ground teams as well as sensor sweeps.Do you have any further recommendations ensign?" "No sir," she said then without pausing added. "But I would like to be included in one of the ground teams." The CSO nodded. "I will place you on the first science team, the exact order of and number of transports is of course up to the Captain and her first officer." Cindy rose to leave. "Thank you sir." She felt as if she could barely contain her enthusiasm as she strolled from the CSO's office thinking about the challenges that lay ahead as they investigated a new-found planet set in the newest space frontier. This was why she went into Starfleet in the first place. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.01 (USS Mystique - Sick Bay - Ensign Cynthia Darson - 1455) Cindy knew exactly where to find Angeni, in the CMO's office burying herself under stacks and stacks of unfinished PADDS. Sure enough, the doctor sat dutifully at her desk, absorbed in her work. She felt that familiar pang of jealousy at remembering their last topic of conversation had been about Mason Garrett. Angeni had won the heart of the Myste's formerly-available CEO, and Cindy still felt some pain for that. Cindy cleared her throat when the doctor didn't look up at her after she entered. "Glad to see you up and about," Cindy said as she still lingered near the office entrance unsure if she was intruding at an inopportune time. She also wondered if Ang should be worrying about medical reports at this time. The poor doctor was half-dead a few hours ago, now she's pushing to show herself as the dutiful CMO, probably, too soon. (Reply: Angeni) "If this is not a good time, I can come back. But when I heard the chief medical officer was feeling at the top of her game again, I wanted to come and see for myself." She spoke with brightening flourish as she steped up to the desk. Then with a quieter and more serious tone she asked, "How do you feel Ang?" (Reply: Angeni) "I'm glad you're better," she said sitting in front of the other woman. "You had a lot of people concerned when I was here before. And you still have me worried, seeing you start right into work after you've come off your sick bed. How would Dr. Vren feel about that?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.01 (USS Mystique - Bridge - AOPS/CONN, Ensign Ash Physioc - 1457) Ash walked onto the bridge, we wasnt wearing standard starfleet uniform but flowing robes of blue and green. He assumed if they wanted him to wear standard uniform they would have given it him. Although he had picked a COMM Badge up and registered it as his. The communication device was attached to his cloths in a normal fashion. He walked over to the OPS station and dismissed the Man who was at it and took his place. He looked around the bridge to be met by some curious faces. He smiled at them and turned back to his station... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.02 (USS Mystique - Bridge - COPS Lt. Travis Keswick -1011) Travis was at the OPS station monitoring the ships power flows. Most of the ships power systems have been restored Travis was happy with how things were looking but he still was going to do a full level one diagnostic on every inch of the ship and all its systems just to make certain. "Helm prepare to increase speed to warp six on Chief Garrets' mark." "Transferring power to Engines." Travis sead as he started monitoring the warp filed. The hum of the engines in the background deepened as the matter/anti-matter reaction chamber increased its output giving the Mystique an air of increased capability. Everything was going smoothly. "Lt. Keswick continue monitoring power output for the next 30 minutes and prepare a report, if there are any imbalances notify Mr. Garrett." "Understood Commander." Travis sead as he went back to monitoring his station. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.02 (USS Mystique - Bridge - CEO 3/O Lt. Mason Garrett - 1012) =^= Commander the warp engine repairs have been completed, full power will be available in three minutes.=^= Mason listened to the report coming over the com intended for the first officer. Though inwardly gratified by his engineering crew's efficiency, the CEO kept his eyes closely trained on the warp field and power level readouts at his Engineering station on the main bridge. "Acknowledged," the Vulcan officer intoned impassively from the captain's chair then turned toward Mason. "Mr. Garrett your team is doing an excellent job as always, please pass along my appreciation." Mason turned as Saleke began speaking. "Thank you sir, I'll relate that message," he said with a grateful nod then turned back to his engineering panels and began relating the displayed information. "Power levels increasing. Warp fields stability at one hundred percent efficiency." "Helm prepare to increase speed to warp six on Chief Garrets' mark," Saleke ordered. Garrett's eyes swept over his panels one last time, looking for any sign of a glitch, though he didn't really expect to find anything wrong. "All systems are green. Increase to warp six, now." He spoke the last with a tone of finality as he leaned back into his chair eyes still locked on the data. He intended to watch everything for at least the next twenty minutes after the acceleration began. (Reply: Schleigler, Travis) "Lt. Keswick continue monitoring power output for the next 30 minutes and prepare a report, if there are any imbalances notify Mr. Garrett." (reply: Travis) The Vulcan turned his attention from Travis and back to Mason. "Lieutenant we have two days before we reach the planet, what is the timetable for the repairs being made on the Zephyr?" "We put environmental and replication systems on priority before leaving the system with the Hiren station," Mason told him. "They will be able to replicate food and any parts or supplies they need while we are en route to our next destination. They are operating on auxiliary power now. I'd estimate at least seventy-two hours before main power can be restored and another forty-eight hours before their ship will be warp capable." (Reply: Saleke) "Sir," Mason said. "How long will we be investigating the planet. Even after all of our work on the Zephyr is finished, I would recommend she be put into Geneva for a thorough refit." As a scientist he was very curious to know more about this world and was hoping to have time to give input on any findings. However, as an engineer, he was very aware of the extent of the damage on the Zephyr. It wasn't a simple matter of repairing the ship and sending it on its way. No doubt, a portion of her crew might be and probably were still loyal to Doenitz. That fact was going to complicate matters. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.02 (USS Mystique - Bridge - ACONN Ensign (jg) Andreas Schliegler -10:13) "Helm prepare to increase speed to warp six on Chief Garrets' mark." Andreas looked back at the FO, nodded then turned back to his console. All parameters were showing green and he waited eagerly to hear the CEO say: "All systems are green. Increase to warp six, now." "Transferring power to Engines." Travis said as he started monitoring the warp field. Andreas nodded again as he increased the warp speed gently to Warp 6. Everything appeared to go quite well with the ship, the controls were sluggish but that was to be expected seeing that they were still towing the other vessel. "Lt. Keswick continue monitoring power output for the next 30 minutes and prepare a report, if there are any imbalances notify Mr. Garrett." "Understood Commander." Travis said as he went back to monitoring his station. "Tra..." Andreas started, then remembering his lecture he continued with; "Lieutenant, can we draw the Zephyr closer in? Although the tractor beam is still coping wonderfully well, I expect they will not be able to take the strain for the whole of the journey. A shorter beam would mean less stress. And of course the closer the other ship is to us, the smaller we can keep the warpfield too." (reply Travis, any) "Oh, and Sir? Sorry for cancelling the pokergame last night at the last minute. I had not expected the shuttle bay to be in such a mess. Shall we try again tonight? I'm sure we will have plenty of space then." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.02 (USS Mystique - Bridge - Commander Saleke -1015) "We put environmental and replication systems on priority before leaving the system with the Hiren station," Mason told him. "They will be able to replicate food and any parts or supplies they need while we are en route to our next destination. They are operating on auxiliary power now. I'd estimate at least seventy-two hours before main power can be restored and another forty-eight hours before their ship will be warp capable." This was taking far longer then than the CEO of the Zephyr had estimated but then the damage had been far more extensive than believed. Mason and his engineering crew had found that the structural integrity field generator had been extensively damaged by the explosions and were working as quickly as they could to correct the myriad problems. "Understood," This would put the launch of the Zephyr then three days after their arrival at the planet, considering the circumstances quite an accomplishment. "Sir," Mason said. "How long will we be investigating the planet. Even after all of our work on the Zephyr is finished, I would recommend she be put into Geneva for a thorough refit." "A minimum of a week Lieutenant," There were question marks surrounding the planet which needed to be answered before they left the vicinity and while the science labs would still be breaking down and cataloguing samples for some time now a week should be sufficient .... however that was as always open to review and possible refinement. "The Zephyr when launched will be making for Geneva where she can be checked over thoroughly while she is taking on a new crew, the maximum speed used during their trip will be according to your recomendations of course." (REply: Mason iyw) He then turned the command chair to watch the rest of the bridge crew who were working efficiently, the two day trip to the newly discovered world could not pass by quickly enough, Saleke was after all a scientist before he had taken on command responsibilities and the opportunity of discovery such a world afforded was stimulating. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.02 (USS Mystique - Bridge - COPS Lt. Travis Keswick -10:16) "Tra..." Andreas started, then remembering his lecture he continued with; "Lieutenant, can we draw the Zephyr closer in? Although the tractor beam is still coping wonderfully well, I expect they will not be able to take the strain for the whole of the journey. A shorter beam would mean less stress. And of course the closer the other ship is to us, the smaller we can keep the warpfield too." "Already one step ahead of you Ensign." Travis sead finishing the modifications on the tractor beam and transferring power to the warpfield. "Oh, and Sir? Sorry for cancelling the poker game last night at the last minute. I had not expected the shuttle bay to be in such a mess. Shall we try again tonight? I'm sure we will have plenty of space then." Travis thought for a moment "Why don't you contact me at 1800 hours I will let you know. I have a lot going on but I will try to make it. Travis sead as he looked back at his console to monitor the tractor beam power out put. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.02 (USS Mystique - Bridge - CEO 3/O Lt. Mason Garrett -1017) "Sir," Mason said. "How long will we be investigating the planet. Even after all of our work on the Zephyr is finished, I would recommend she be put into Geneva for a thorough refit." "A minimum of a week Lieutenant," There were question marks surrounding the planet which needed to be answered before they left the vicinity and while the science labs would still be breaking down and cataloguing samples for some time now a week should be sufficient .... however that was as always open to review and possible refinement. "The Zephyr when launched will be making for Geneva where she can be checked over thoroughly while she is taking on a new crew, the maximum speed used during their trip will be according to your recomendations of course." "Aye sir," Mason replied and turned back to his engineering panels. It was a strange feeling to be overseeing engineering on two ships. He would have to catch up on his sleep over the next two days. His rest since leaving the Hiren station had been spotty and, even with his Vulcan disciplines, his human body was beginning to feel the effects of fatigue. One other thing was certain, once they reached this planet everyone seemed so excited about, he was going to be putting a lot of work on the Myste's engineering crew. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ end compile