NRPG: Compile Index: Mission: Wagon Train Amongst the Stars Day 11 (USS Mithrandir - Bridge - FO Cmdr Olorin Okita - 1700) (New Eden - Red Mansion, Quarters - Prime Director, Dak & Reyna Osiris - 1703) (New Eden - Red Mansion, Office - Prime Director, Dak Osiris - 1706) (New Eden, Red Mansion, CoSF Col. Troy Reville - 1724) (New Eden - Red Mansion, CoSF Office - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 1725) (New Eden, Red Mansion, ATac Ensign sg Sanok, 1726) (New Eden - Red Mansion, CoSF Office - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 1728) (SS Wanderlust - Section 17, Stairwell - ACEO ENS SG Lanista - 1733) (USS Mithrandir - Transporter Room One - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 1750) (USS Mithrandir - Security - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 1755) (U.S.S. Mithrandir - Ready Room - Ensign Ava McGregor - 21:07) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 2, Sickbay - MedO Crewman Carl Masterson - 2120) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 2, Sickbay - MedO Crewman Carl Masterson - 2122) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 2, Sickbay - Ensign Ava McGregor - 2123) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 2, Sickbay CMO Office Dr Nymes - 2132) Day 12 (S.S. Hingis - Outside Transporter Room - ACEO Ensign j.g. Elith Rejal - 0853) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 3, Security - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 0900) RPG: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mission: Wagon Train Amongst the Stars Stardate 2408.06.17 Day 11 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Mithrandir - Bridge - FO Cmdr Olorin Okita - 1700) Olorin took a swig from his flask and replaced it in his coat. They had only just arrived and already he was getting a sinking feeling in the pit of his belly. And while he had ignored that feeling in the past, his experience told him that it could mean two things. Either things were not going to go as smoothly as one would wish, not smoothly at all or he would require a very good dinner tonight. Not one to tempt fate, Olorin decided that a very good dinner would be in order. At least if things went south he would have been well fed. He was returning his attention to the data at hand, when the captain came over the comm. He listened attentively as new orders were issued. He sighed inwardly as he imagined the colonial government's reaction to his new orders. Not to mention the freighter captains. Those ships weren't all necessarily designed to hold so many people. And undoubtedly equipment would need to be left behind. Life at their destination would not be easy for the first few months, until replacement equipment could be sent. ~First things first,~ he thought. "Ensign," Olorin said, addressing the officer at OPS. "Please record the following information to be sent to all the freighters as well as Prime Director Dak." "Aye, sir," said the officer. "We're ready." "This is Commander Okita of the USS Mithrandir, on behalf of Captain Stakes, I am relaying you information from Starfleet Command. Additional ships will not be able to arrive in time to complete the evacuation of the planet. Therefore those ships not currently carrying any of the population will need to prepare to take on as many of the populace as they can, roughly 200 each, while those already carrying planetary inhabitants will be asked to take on as many as they can. If need be, excess equipment will need to be left behind and replacement equipment brought to us at our destination. Only the necessities for what we need for our journey and for the new planet. We will assist as best we can. Please contact Captain Stakes at your earliest convenience." Olorin paused and considered if there was more that could be said to mollify those that would be receiving the message, but decided there was not much more that could be done. He nodded at OPS and said, "Send it and brace yourself for any unhappy recipients." "Message sent, sir." reported the ensign. "Sir, the three runabouts have arrived." "Thank you, Ensign. Have them report to the Captain." he replied. "Okita to Stakes. Captain I have sent the message as requested. I shall forward any communications on to you, as they come. Also the runabouts have arrived, we are sending them up to you." (reply Stakes) (Reply Stakes, Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) (New Eden - Red Mansion, Quarters - Prime Director, Dak & Reyna Osiris - 1703) A vibration against his hip from the pager in his pocket, indicated there was an important message awaiting the Prime Director's urgent attention. He sighed deeply and placed his eating utensils on each side of his plate that contained his half eaten meal, picked up his napkin, wiped his lips, and then pushed back his chair, the motions bringing his wife's attention from her meal to him. "Sorry, I'll be back shortly, it's important." He apologized, leaning over to kiss her cheek. "I won't be long, I promise." Fortunately the meal consisted of cold meat and salad, so it wouldn't spoil. Reyna sighed too and watched her husband leave the room to head down the short corridor to his office. How she wished they were off the godforsaken planet and settling in on their new colony. ~All he ever does is work and sleep, I'm so sick of it! ~ Reyna thought bitterly. ~ If this goes on much longer I think he'll become ill, he just doesn't look well, he's always too tired for anything but work...~ She sighed again and resumed eating her meal, though her appetite had gone. Besides the food wasn't that great either now they were on rations, but for the very reason that it was rationed, she felt obligated to eat it rather than let it go to waste, so she forced the rest down while she waited for him to return. Her three children carried on squabbling, appearing to have not even noticed that their Father had left. (New Eden - Red Mansion, Office - Prime Director, Dak Osiris - 1706) At a touch of his finger the comm screen slid upwards. Dak was surprised to find that it was a recorded message from the FO of the USS Mithrandir, considering previous contacts had been face to face albeit via the vid-screen. His frown deepened as he listened to the message, and he could feel rage churning in his belly. Apparently the freighters would only be making one trip to their new planet, there would not be returning, therefore all the settlers had to be crammed on to the ships, since it had been determined that the journey would take the better part of two months, and unfortunately they only had three months to get all the colonists away from the doomed New Eden. Consequently approximately two hundred more bodies would have to be boarded on to each ship, which meant that some much needed supplies would have to be left behind in order to make room for them. So, to add to the stress of having to start a new colony from scratch on a planet they knew nothing about, now they would be squeezed together in a metal can for months on end, on freighters that were the dregs of space crafts. Slamming his hand on the desk several times with frustration, that left his palm tingling and sore, Dak felt like ripping his hair out, he was so mad. "What next?" He railed, "What else can go wrong, for the love of God! Damn useless bureaucrats, they should have sent help sooner! The damn scientists here should have known sooner!" ~ No wonder it was a recorded message, didn't have the nerve to tell me personally, not that I could do anything about it short of leave some of my people behind to die. ~ He viciously punched the key to send the comm screen sinking back in to the desk and got up quickly, sending his chair crashing in to the wall behind and began pacing around the office, breathing deeply and punching at the air to vent the anger and tension he was feeling, until he was calm enough to walk through to Richard Onest's office and give him the news so he could carry out the new orders. By the time Dak returned to the dining table, his family would never have known how upset he'd been. (reply none) (posted by Sal) (New Eden, Red Mansion, CoSF Col. Troy Reville - 1724) Having been told that Col. Reville would not allow him to mingle with the refugees, Sanok did not accept the refusal. He told Troy that he understood his concerns but he felt it was illogical for an enemy or political rival of Prime Director Osiris, to abuse a Starfleet officer to make their point, feeling that if the rivals goal was to seize power, an assault on a Starfleet officer would discredit them and end any chance of them gaining that power. Sanok glanced at Lieutenant Shrekt, perhaps seeking her support before continuing, stating that his presence in the camp could aid the Colonel in discovering the identities of those responsible for the violence, and reasoning that they could be afraid to talk to the security force, whereas they would feel that a Starfleet presence would protect them. From retribution of their peers, Reville concluded. Reville's lips thinned with annoyance and his tone was cutting, he didn't appreciate his decisions being questioned by a subordinate, the source of the attempts to undermine the Prime Director would stop at nothing, and would certainly try to make it look like it was the PD's fault if something did happen to Sanok because it was the ultimately the Colonel's orders that no harm come to the Starfleeters. Reville had several reasons for refusing and would stick by his decision. "My answer is still no, Ensign. I will not be held responsible for any Starfleet person being attacked, hurt or at worst killed, nor will I have the Prime Director be accused of poor judgement, and if I were to agree to let you do as you wish and something *did* happen, I would feel responsible." The Colonel felt that he should not have to continue explaining his decisions to a lesser ranked officer, and he thought that would be the end of the subject, but he was mistaken. Then Shrekt spoke, telling Sanok that she didn't believe there was time to conduct a thorough investigation, and reminding him that their priority was to get the New Edan population to their new home. "...However, we will have sufficient time during our transit to investigate further." Shrekt said, looking at the Ensign. Turning to the Colonel, Shrekt said, "Colonel, I am sure you are keeping tabs of the offending parties and will be aware of which ship they will be assigned during our trip to your new home. Would it be permissible if Ensign Sanok met with them once we are away?" Reville gave a curt nod. "I have no objections to our people mingling with the ships' crews Lieutenant, I am sure it will be agreeable interaction for all, and will make the long trip easier to endure." "For now, I think you must be allowed to focus on your job of getting everyone onto the freighters safely. Perhaps you could send us what information you have, we will be able to review it before we depart." suggested Shrekt. Reville was about to tell Shrekt that indeed he would give her the information when the Ensign spoke again. "I agree, sir," said Sanok. "However, is it not logical for us to at least interact with a group of people that could be a potential problem, before we board the freighters?" Reville's grip on the chunky glass tightened and he glared at the Ensign. He was about to reprimand Sanok when Lt. Shrekt interjected, and although her face showed no sign of anger, Reville could read it in her body language. "As I said, Ensign, our job is to facilitate the departure of the planet's inhabitants and see them safely to their new home. We do not wish to distract the Colonel from his job at this critical time. Is that understood?" Shrekt stated. ~It had better be!~ Reville thought. Without really waiting for an answer Shrekt turned her attention to the Colonel and said, "My apologies, Colonel." With a nod and grim smile, Reville accepted her apology. Just as he would in her shoes, she had taken the Ensign's actions and words to be a shortfall on her part. A few minutes later she indicated that they would now return to their ship, and once Reville had their escort return to collect them, they had been taken back to the Transporter Conduit where they beamed back aboard the USS Mithrandir. Reville remained in his office to sit and enjoy another drink and sandwich after they left, reflecting about what had occurred and feeling pretty certain that the young Mister Sanok would be getting a dressing down in short measure. He hoped he wouldn't see the young upstart again, though, he thought, smiling, ~ I wouldn't mind seeing that Lieutenant again, she's my kind of officer. ~ (reply none necessary) (posted by Sal) (New Eden - Red Mansion, CoSF Office - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 1725) Shrekt listened to the information that Reville offered, while making notes on her padd. Taking a sip from the offered drink which was equal parts soothing and warming. While she understood that no leader ever enjoyed unanimous support, she could not but feel ill at ease with the situation. The planet was being torn apart and still these dissidents felt the need to try to take advantage of the situation to bring about whatever their disagreement was with the Prime Director. Nothing that she had read would indicate the Prime Director incompetent nor cruel. But then those reports were dated and with the recent civil dispute, who knew if anything had transpired that would have changed the initial assessment. When Reville finished, he took in some large bites of his sandwich. Shrekt decided to give him a moment of peace while she digested the information he had shared. With time so short, it was the least she could do to give him a little enjoyment. Sanok, however, seemed to have other things on his mind. Shrekt seemed a bit surprised, as he had been silent for the most part. She listened as he made a request to visit the camps, curious to see what he had in mind, since he had not shared with her any such desire prior to their departure. She was not surprised when the Colonel refused his initial request. She could see why he would not wish to be responsible for a Starfleet Officer's death in the midst of the evacuation of the planet. At the same time she could see why Sanok thought the dissidents might be more responsive to a Starfleet uniform. But given the recent turbulence in the Federation coupled with the fact that rather than seeing Starfleet being a separate entity, but simply an extension of the current government, she was not entirely sure Sanok would be able to accomplish as much as he sought to. Finally when a lull in the discussion appeared she decided to add her thoughts. "Ensign, I do not believe that we will have time within these scant few days prior to departure to conduct a thorough investigation. As it is, our priority is to get these people off of New Eden and to their new home. However, we will have sufficient time during our transit to investigate further." Shrekt said, looking at the ensign. Turning to their host, Shrekt said, "Colonel, I am sure you are keeping tabs of the offending parties and will be aware of which ship they will be assigned during our trip to your new home. Would it be permissible if Ensign Sanok met with them once we are away?" (Reply Reville) "For now, I think you must be allowed to focus on your job of getting everyone onto the freighters safely. Perhaps you could send us what information you have, we will be able to review it before we depart." suggested Shrekt. (Reply Reville) (reply Reville, Sanok, Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) (New Eden, Red Mansion, ATac Ensign sg Sanok, 1726) Shrekt said, "Ensign, I do not believe that we will have time within these scant few days prior to departure, to conduct a thorough investigation. As it is, our priority is to get these people off of New Eden and to their new home. However, we will have sufficient time during our transit to investigate further." "I agree, sir," said Sanok. "However, is it not logical for us to at least interact with a group of people that could be a potential problem, before we board the freighters?" Sanok knew he might be approaching a line he should not cross, but he had to try one more time to persuade those in authority to allow him to at least make an initial survey of the people. "Once we're on the freighters, Starfleet is responsible for security," said Sanok. "It is logical to establish friendly relations with the people, prior to boarding." Sanok's proposal already had two strikes. Would there be one more? (Reply Shrekt, Reville) (Posted by Bob) (New Eden - Red Mansion, CoSF Office - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 1728) Shrekt's eyes narrowed as Sanok spoke. Now he sought not only to question the Colonel's judgement, but her own as well. And while a fire began to build within her, her face remained calm. "As I said, Ensign, our job is to facilitate the departure of the planet's inhabitants and see them safely to their new home. We do not wish to distract the Colonel from his job at this critical time. Is that understood?" Shrekt stated. Without really waiting for an answer she returned her attention to the Colonel and said, "My apologies, Colonel." (SS Wanderlust - Section 17, Stairwell - ACEO ENS SG Lanista - 1733) "Actually, I didn't say I would accept Fleeter as a nickname, but if Mr. Rotator here insists, what choice do I have?" Ensign Soma said. Lanista decided it wasn't worth pointing out that she at least felt he'd implied he would. By way of response, she just grinned. Letting the matter of semantics drop let them get to business. And that had led to the neutronium issue. Lani' had a crazy idea. She had mouthed the words "Talk to me privately later," which Soma acknowledged with a slight nod. After thinking about it a while longer, she realized what she had planned would take time to achieve. So she keyed in some specifications into her PADD. She had to briefly set Franklin down to accomplish this. She handed the PADD to Soma and then turned to Franklin. "Screwhead, I know my way around an engine compartment. Why don't you take my colleague here forward - or in whichever direction your hiding your comm array. He'll need to contact our ship." (Reply Franklin) Lanista went on in Engineeringese to the dwarf, to give Soma time to read the PADD entry: "Soma, We can potentially acquire some neutronium by using the Mithrandira's transporters as mining tools. New Eden's sun may contain enough of the element and, after we've rescued these people from Paradise, I'm sure they won't have any use for their old star. Please coordinate with Sciences, to scan for the presence of neutronium within the stellar core, and with Ops, to set up the transporters as mining/refinery equipment. We can fabricate the new parts aboard Mithrandira, and beam them over to the Wanderlust. Lani'" (Reply Soma) (Posted by Frank) (USS Mithrandir - Transporter Room One - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 1750) They had returned to the ship and Shrekt's anger could barely be contained. "Ensign, follow me." she said, as she stepped off the transporter pad and headed for Security. ~The Colonel said no. I said no. What's it gonna take? An act by Rondar Nell?!?~ she fumed inwardly, as her legs stretched devouring the ground before her. (USS Mithrandir - Security - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 1755) The doors slid open to reveal the officer on duty. "Take a walk, Chief." she said, as she stalked in. The Bolian nodded and quickly exited the room. Once the door had closed, Shrekt addressed Sanok. "Ensign, if you intended to question my judgement, why wait until we were on the planet to do so?" she asked, rhetorically. "Is it not logical to assume that a group that sees fit to start a riot while their planet is falling apart around them, may not be thinking as logically as you would like them to be?" Shrekt asked, again rhetorically. "If the Colonel with his entire security force could not offer you protection, what makes you think that we might be able to provide it with our own meager forces?" Shrekt questioned. "I explained that we were there on a fact gathering mission and I needed to know that manner of man they had heading their security. If his reports can be trusted, because we don't have the luxury of doing it ourselves. Going off to check out an insecure area does not serve this, nor getting captured by an unknown force. Or do you have some perverse pleasure in being someone's prisoner? If so, I know several people who could accommodate you!" She stared into his eyes and continued, "The captain intends to send nearly all of our men to the freighters during our transit, even the loss of one person can be devastating. How dare you put yourself in harm's way when it isn't necessary?" Shrekt paused as she looked at the Vulcan. Her anger unabated. "If they did not prove friendly to you when you went down, do you think we should have prevented them from getting on the freighters? What was so important that you felt you needed to meet them now?" she wondered aloud, her voice intense. (Reply Sanok) "Since you seem to think it is so important to speak with them now, I'll let you do this. Bring them up to the ship. Have your little talk and bring me what you find. Dismissed." she said, finally, sitting down and turning the chair away from the Sanok and the door. She waited until the door opened and closed, giving her the sense that she was alone in her anger. ~Of all the ....~ she thought, as she ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. ~All he had to do was give me a little warning. Then.....~ (Reply Reville, Sanok, Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) (U.S.S. Mithrandir - Ready Room - Ensign Ava McGregor - 21:07) "Now, is there anything else that you would like to know?" "No Sir, i have my orders, is that all?" (Reply Stakes) Once dismissed Ava fled the Captains ready room. She was blazing angry. The man was impossible. ~ Official mark on my file? There should be one placed on his! If his gut reaction, his judgment was so off, so impaired with me...then what else could the man be making wrong judgment calls on?~ "Idiot!" Ava muttered as she waited on the turbo lift. But he was sleekit with it. ~Under orders not to discuss with anyone. Clever.~ She knew that was designed solely to place her under just that little bit more stress, ~Not as if the task I've been assigned isn't going to be stressful enough!~ Ava knew she would have to watch her step. Prove that she was as good as Takano had reported her to be. It was incredulous actually, the more Ava thought about it the more she could not believe it. It was deemed original thinking to cheat in the final assessment as long as one owned up. But if you dared to pass with flying colours because you were actually that good? People automatically thought you were a cheat and therefore placed under immediate suspicion. "Utter idiocy!" The turbo lift arrived, Ava was glad to find she was the sole occupant as she asked for Sickbay and stood silently fuming arms folded and glowering at the doors daring them to open. The doctor breathed deeply, aching to run this anger off. Hopefully as a lowly Ensign and meager assistant to the CMO she would have limited contact with the Captain from here on in. ~One can only hope.~ Not wanting to enter Sickbay still under the cloud the Stakes had placed her Ava walked as fast as she could without actually breaking into a run. She passed sickbay twice before she felt sufficiently like herself again to enter with a little more enthusiasm and a lot less anger than she left the captains ready room with. And here, there was indeed a sight to behold. A tall lanky and obviously hurt crewman and the infamous LMH. Professor Raisin, Ava's mentor at Starfleet medical and long time family friend was not a supporter of the LMH. Some if not all of his bias had rubbed off on his star pupil. "Oh, I'm sorry, Ensign, I mean, Sir." The hurt crewman said. "How can I help you?" "I don't think you can." Ava said with concern, following that up with, "Are you all right?" The young doctor actually leaned forward and up onto her tiptoes as though trying to see what was wrong, Considering the crewman's height and the lack of hers that was not exactly the most intelligent thing she had ever done. "Do you want to grab a sit? I'd be happy to take a look." (Reply Carl, any) (Posted by Jodie) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 2, Sickbay - MedO Crewman Carl Masterson - 2120) Carl had just finished getting a thorough introduction to the uses of one of the many instruments that were used in sickbay. The LMH was a strange and weird thing. It could go on and on about this or that and Carl found it rather frightening to how similar it was to his brother. Although he was pretty sure he couldn't turn his brother off. But then he didn't know how to turn the LMH off either. It was some experimental thing. He was checking their sole patient. The doctor was further in the sickbay in the medlab section, while the LMH was in the corner with reading some journal called the Maiden on the Moors. The LMH had told him it was research on the human condition. Carl was bending over the sleeping patient, trying not to wake him when the door opened. The sudden sound of the door sliding cause Carl to drop the padd he had been carrying. He bent down quickly to pick it up and ended up hitting his head against the biobed. "Ow," he said, as he rubbed his head. "Keep it down, it's getting to the good part!" shouted the LMH. "Sorry, sorry, go back to sleep," he apologized to the LMH and the startled patient. The sickbay on the Mithrandir was nowhere near as spacious as other ships he had served on. It wasn't his fault he was so big. He had no idea how Ray managed to avoid getting hurt by running in to things. But then Ray was built like a reed. They were twins and yet sometimes Carl wondered. He got the padd and stood straight. His attention was now caught by the cause of the bump on his head. "Oh, I'm sorry, Ensign, I mean, Sir." he said, a bit befuddled. "How can I help you?" (Reply Ava, Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 2, Sickbay - MedO Crewman Carl Masterson - 2122) Carl felt quite embarrassed to have been caught unawares, a feeling that was only exacerbated but the throbbing in his head. As a security officer it could have meant his death. At least in sickbay he could be patched up. The newcomer then offered to examine his slight injury. He grinned a little as she tried to examine the wound from her vantage point, about a foot below him. "Do you want to grab a sit? I'd be happy to take a look." offered the blond ensign. Sensing the demeanor of a medical professional, Carl did as he was bid and sat down to give her easier access to his head. While she worked, he decided to introduce himself. "I'm Carl, the nurse on this shift. You are..?" he inquired. (Reply McGregor) "A pleasure to meet you, ma'am." he said, "Umm... I haven't met you before, are you new?" (Reply McGregor) "Oh... I see. Well, if you are looking for Lieutenant Nymes, he's in the back." Carl offered. (Reply McGregor) "If you need anything, please let me know. I would be happy to show you around the ship." Carl said. "Nothing serious right?" Carl was pretty sure it wasn't, but he wasn't the doctor. (reply McGregor, Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 2, Sickbay - Ensign Ava McGregor - 2123) "I'm Carl, the nurse on this shift. You are..?" "Ava McGregor, " Ava introduced herself as she riffled through his hair to find the injury. "A pleasure to meet you, ma'am. Umm... I haven't met you before, are you new?" "Brand shiny new. I'm your new ACMO" Ava grimace was nearly a smile as she found the swelling, a mere contusion, the skin was not broken. Painful but hardly life threatening. "Oh... I see. Well, if you are looking for Lieutenant Nymes, he's in the back." Carl offered. Ava glanced up to the direction the ridiculously tall nurse gestured as she smoothed his hair back into place. Hopefully the CMO was going to be easier to get on with than the Captain. "If you need anything, please let me know. I would be happy to show you around the ship." Carl said. "Nothing serious right?" "Nope nothing serious, a contusion is all, more painful than anything. I can give you a mild analgesic if you feel you need it?" =/\= Doctor McGregor, please report to Sickbay. =/\= "I'll be right with you sir, McGregor out." Ava sighed, explaining, "I'd better get a more on, see how you feel, if the throbbing has not settled when I get out of this meeting I'll give you something for it, ok?" (Reply Carl) Heading through the compact sickbay Ava found the CMO easily enough. Heading into his office Ava mentally shrugged of the lingering cloud that the captain and placed her under and extended her hand with a hopeful smile, "Dr Nymes? It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm very much looking forward to working with you." (Reply Nymes) (posted by Jodie) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 2, Sickbay CMO Office Dr Nymes - 2132) Nymes was unused to the situation, but had experienced this formality from two different perspectives; from the new ensign, quivering in the unfamiliar fear that was best compared to exam stress and the wonderfully stressful feeling that the Trill had gathered throughout his medical course before his viva, and the observant, relaxed point of view of the senior officer. Having said that, the trill's last ACMO had been largely a non-entity, and had been transferred off by his own request when the Mithrandir was commissioned for the Dennison crew. His new officer, his understudy for wont of a better phrase had arrived, and seemed to have the same internal battle of will that Nymes had experienced. The blonde doctor soon shrugged it off it seemed, or at least replaced nerves with the persona of no-nerves. "Dr Nymes? It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm very much looking forward to working with you." Nymes motioned to the officer to take a seat by the desk. "Doctor McGregor, I presume." He said, standing up and walking to his replicator. "Anything to drink?" (reply McGregor) Nodding, Nymes tapped out a command a drink, a steaming teapot and a bizarrely shaped mug, classical design for Trillian tea. Placing the tray on the desk, he took a sip before continuing. "I'm sure you've met our captain, ensign, and I will say that this is not going to be as formal I hope." He smiled. "There's only 6 medical staff on board 2 doctors, two nurses and two technicians. The LMH is here as well, and R&D says we can't turn it off. Now, I don't know about your transcripts, but the Mithrandir will be a place that suits research work. But I am getting ahead of myself." (reply iyw) "Our current mission is a humanitarian one we are to escort colonists away from one planet and re-site them to a more viable area. Therefore medical services will be required as we uproot colonists including hospitialised patients. As the Starfleet vessel, we are the ones with the access to the best care. What are your first thoughts on how we deal with this, doctor?" (reply) "It looks like our mission will not allow us to rest, confident in the fact that 6 medical personnel is too much for such a small vessel." (Reply McGregor) (posted by GC) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mission Wagon Train Amongst the Stars Stardate 2408.06.18 Day 12 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (S.S. Hingis - Outside Transporter Room - ACEO Ensign j.g. Elith Rejal - 0853) Morgan smiled and half turned to the ACEO and said, "Maybe just a little, but maybe Williams had it coming to him. I won't tell if you don't." Elith nodded. "Thank you." The crewman didn't seem to want to catch up with Williams, and Elith continued walking with him. Williams occasionally looked back, then muttered some more. ~He must have a problem with Starfleet, or Cardassians...or both.~ Elith found it rather amusing, actually. For how much the Federation flaunted its open minded citizens, its open arms, many citizens still seemed to have a problem with Cardassians. Though, with a Federation-Cardassian war only a few years old, it was to be expected. Elith wasn't racist himself, he just found the whole thing amusing. He also learned early on that he could play on the slight anti-Cardassian feelings of other people, ever so subtly. Randell started speaking again, "Why did you join Starfleet, if you don't mind me asking?" Elith smiled. "I get that question by almost everyone I talk to. Without getting into specifics, joining Starfleet seemed like a good idea at the time. I don't enjoy talking about my past." He sarcastically added, "I'll save that for the memoirs." (Reply Randell ifw) "Rest assured, I'm not a spy for the Obsidian Order. If I was, I probably won't be on this freighter right now." "Yeah, you'd be setting off bombs in Starfleet Headquarters." Williams piped up. "Nothing so obvious, Mr. Williams." Williams looked back and shook his head. (Reply Randell, room for more) They continued on to Main Engineering. (S.S. Hingis - Main Engineering - ACEO Ensign j.g. Elith Rejal - 0900) "Here we are. Now, get on with your investigation." Williams said. Now, Elith tried to be more polite. "Indeed we shall, Mr. Williams. I assure you, this will be a fast procedure." "Yeah, yeah. The Main System Console's over there." He stuck a thumb towards a small table near the warp core. "Thank you." ~There goes the polite method.~ "Now, then, Mr. Randell, shall we begin?" (Reply Randell, any) (Posted by Matt Kirk) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 3, Security - TAC/SC Lt (sg) Joan Shrekt - 0900) Shrekt stared at the reports that had been submitted regarding the holographic security officers. She had read them when they had originally been submitted, but she wanted to make sure she had every detail at her finger tips. With the Captain's order to have nearly her entire team sent away, she had to make sure that his order to utilize the security holograms as replacements was a viable plan. So far they had only been training with twelve holograms and since Shrekt was cautious, they had only been utilized for patrolling and guard duty. They were also being trained in squad combat with an eye towards repelling boarders. She concluded that it was feasible to continue to use them in this capacity. She'd have to speak to the holographic specialist on board to make sure they would be able to withstand the continuous use for the next several months. ~I have to talk to him~ she thought with dread. ~It can't be worse than last time.~ She pulled up her rosters to work out assigning her team to the various freighters. Given the unrest that was being experienced on the planet, she had to decide whether to have her team rotating from ship to ship or have them permanently assigned to the freighter until they reached their destination. Deciding to put off working on the holograms, she tapped her commbadge, "Shrekt to Soma." (Reply Soma) "I need an update on your progress, Ensign." she asked, as she picked up a padd to take down any notes. (Reply Soma) Once she had finished with Soma, she contacted Sanok. She took a deep breath and tapped her commbadge, "Shrekt to Sanok" (Reply Sanok) "Good Morning, Ensign. What is your progress?" she inquired. (Reply Sanok) When the conversation came to a close, she looked around the room. Why she was putting this off, she did not know. Well she did, but at the same time she had stared death in the face. She had disagreed with her father. But somehow this simple task left her with a sense of dread. Finally seeing no way around it, she tapped her commbadge and said, "Shrekt to Montro." =/\=Good MORNING!!! Lieutenant! This is Montro!=/\= ~Dear Gods~ she groaned inwardly. (Reply Soma, Sanok, Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho)