NRPG: Compile Index: Day 187 (Starbase Geneva - Debriefing area, Deck 82, Room, 75, ATAC Ensign (jg) Ben Soma and Lieutenant John Harper (SFHQ)  - 07:45) Stardate: 2408.02.19 (Starbase Geneva Deck 23, Promenade, Arcadium Extradomum AC ACEO Lanista 1028) (Starbase Geneva - Temporary Quarters- ATac Ensign (jg) Ben Soma- 1340) (Starbase Geneva Deck 65 - Mess Hall CSO/2O Dale Bracken - 1359) (Starbase Geneva Deck 65 - Mess Hall A-OPS Ensign (jg) Jeffries- 1405) (Starbase Geneva Deck 65 - Mess Hall OPS - Ensign Cattia Spero - 1406) (Starbase Geneva Deck 75 - Drydock OPS Ensign Cattia Spero - 1735) Stardate: 2408.02.20 (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir - OPS Ensign Cattia Spero - 2009) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir - A-OPS Ensign (jg) Jeffries - 2011) (Starbase Geneva Deck 25, Promenade, Restaurant Le Chat Noir ACEO Lanista 2024) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir - OPS Ensign Cattia Spero - 2025) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir - A-OPS Ensign (jg) Jeffries - 2028) (Starbase Geneva Deck 25, Promenade, Restaurant Le Chat Noir ACEO Lanista 2057) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 25, Promenade, Restaurant Le Chat Noir, Yeoman Bill Stakes, 2059) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir - OPS Ensign Cattia Spero - 2120) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir - A-OPS Ensign (jg) Jeffries - 2125) (Starbase Geneva Deck 25, Promenade, Restaurant Le Chat Noir Dr Lewis Nymes 2130) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir - OPS Ensign Cattia Spero - 2131) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir - A-OPS Ensign (jg) Jeffries - 2135) Stardate: 2408.02.21 (Starbase Geneva Deck 25, Promenade, Restaurant Le Chat Noir Dr Lewis Nymes 0240) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 76, docking pylons - CO Captain Archibald Stakes - 1300) (Starbase Geneva Deck 82 Temporary Quarters Dr Lewis Nymes 1300) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 73, docking pylons - CO Captain Archibald Stakes - 1315) (USS Mithrandir, Deck 1, Port corridor - CO Captain Archibald Stakes - 1325) (USS Mithrandir, Bridge - CO Captain Archibald Stakes - 1330) (USS Mithrandir, Bridge - CO Captain Archibald Stakes - 1345) (Starbase Geneva USS Dennison Dr Lewis Nymes 1400) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 73, docking pylons - SciO Ensign (jg) Percival Bellephoron the Third - 1420) (Starbase Geneva Deck 82 Office Dr Nymes 1430) (USS Mithrandir, Deck 3 - SciO Ensign (jg) Percival Bellephoron the Third - 1445) RPG: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mission: Healer in the Tower Day: 187 Stardate: 2408.01.12 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Starbase Geneva - Debriefing area, Deck 82, Room, 75, ATAC Ensign (jg) Ben Soma and Lieutenant John Harper (SFHQ)  - 07:45) John regarded the young man who had just entered the room and without a word pointed him to the single chair opposite his desk. The SFHQ officer reviewed the file on his computer screen and looked at the man several time. Finally he flipped down the lid. "You are Ensign Ben Soma, assigned as assistant Tactical Officer to the USS Dennison, present when the ship undertook a mission in sector 4502 and present during the subsequent away team mission." John looked at the Ensign for a second. "Ok, let's start with the beginning. Who controlled this mission, Star Fleet or FSI?" Ben listened to the question as he sat in the seat as indicated, he needed no preparation for an answer. "The mission was controlled by Star Fleet." John made an entry on the PADD he held in front of him. "Really?" he asked. "I understood there were some discussions regarding that. Something about SFI requiring certain ... actions to be undertaken?" "It came up in the mission briefing, but Captain Stakes made it clear that no scans were to be made and no attempts at stealing technology." Ben replied. John nodded, it was in line with what other interviews had shown. He looked at the Ensign. "OK, What was your relationship with your Captain? And with the missing officers? Was there a link between the two of them? Some .... personal interests?" "My relationship with the Captain was limited, I had just graduated the Academy and the Dennison was my first post." Ben said." I had a working relationship with both Commander West and Lieutenant Bracken. There was no link between them as I can discern, there was no personal involvement that I was aware of." "Noted, Ensign. But how would you then describe their relationship towards either or others? Strict? Friendly? Withdrawn? Did they treat each other exactly the same as others?" "Their relationships were professional. They served together for a while so naturally they felt comfortable interacting with each other. They treated others in a friendly manner." said Ben. John regarded the young man through one eye as to fathom any hidden meaning behind the words. It all seemed legit so far. "Moving on, do you see any motivation why the two officers might have disappeared together? Or was it just an unlucky coincident?" Ben had pondered whether or not their disappearance was a coincidence himself. He hadn't witnessed anything that would have warranted their abduction. "There was nothing to suggest any possible motivation for the abduction of either Commander West or Lieutenant Bracken, it seems that it is a coincidence both disappeared at the same time." "So, would you consider them willing to leave the team?" "They were dedicated to the mission, both were intent on seeing it through to the end. I would say they were not willing to leave the team and were forcefully removed." "Before they left, or were 'forcefully removed', as you put it, was there something significant that was found? Something that might have hastened their departure?" "When we accessed the data base at the power station we learned of a civil uprising that lead to the annihilation of a town’s population by the governing body. But the whole team was aware of the fact so why just take two officers instead of the entire team?" John nodded. "Good point. So in your opinion it was not the Maltorians who wanted them removed? As you said, why not the whole team." "It is possible that an outside source had reason to abduct Commander West and Lieutenant Bracken, but I found no direct evidence to suggest that action. It was a speculation on my part." "Which is why I asked for your opinion, Ensign, not for the direct evidence that you may or may not have found. Or do you not form opinions until after everything is known? Wouldn't that make investigations extremely hard to perform? So again, in YOUR opinion it was unlikely that the Maltorians were involved?" Ben looked at the man who was performing the interview and said," With all due respect Sir, an investigation cannot be based on opinions. Opinions lead to bias, an investigation has to be unbiased. I deal with facts and evidence." Before he managed to dig a bigger hole for himself Ben added. "In my opinion it was unlikely that the bulk of the Maltorian's were not involved with the abduction." "Did you notice any instance where either of the two might have appropriated information, via scan or any other form, that could have been a cause for sudden abduction ... or flight?" "I noticed no such instance of either appropriating any information through any means. I was with Commander West when he accessed the database and Ensign Sanok was with Lieutenant Bracken." Ben answered the question wondering what was to come next. "Yet, according to our logs that was exactly what both officers had been ordered to do, is it not?" "In the briefing Commander West mentioned that SFI wanted him to appropriate the Maltorian technology, I was unaware that Lieutenant Bracken had received similar orders." John regarded Ben for a second, then typed on his PADD, whilst slowly speaking the words aloud: "was unaware that Lieutenant Bracken had received similar orders. OK, let's return to the mission. What was in general the mood of the Maltorians that the away team dealt with? Open? Friendly? Did that mood change at any one point?" "The Maltorians we dealt with seemed eager to help. They were open minded and answered questions as they were asked." Ben said recalling the ride in the transport. West had asked questions about the surrounding area and he had received answers to all inquiries. "Their mood remained constant that I recall, once I blacked out I have no idea what occurred." John dropped the PADD on the desk and rubbed his eyes. "Would it be close to the truth, Ensign, to state that you did not have an idea what occurred even when you were NOT blacked out? Do you know what the penalty is for wasting the time of a Federal Investigator?" Harper shook his head. "Don't bother responding," he said with a growl. "I'm terminating this interview due to lack of anything concrete. Just stay around, Ensign, we might call you back." Ben didn't like the tone of the investigator. He wanted to respond with a few choice phrases but he didn't fell like spending the remainder of his stay in a brig. He stood up and turned towards the door and left the room. (reply by any, none) (posted by Milo and Adrie) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mission: Interlude Stardate: 2408.02.19 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Starbase Geneva Deck 23, Promenade, Arcadium Extradomum AC ACEO Lanista 1028) "Your Orion is horrible," said Maragu. "Speak Fed Standard and maybe you won't embarrass yourself. Or if you can't handle that, try some Klingon, I'm sure you might manage not to sound like a Romulan." "Do you have what Darm spoke of or not?" Lanista responded in Federation Standard, and she made a show of turning toward the door to exit the shop. Looking over her shoulder, she stood still as she gazed at the merchant. Maragu turned away from the Klingon and pulled out her padd, keying up her inventory.  "Dagger, huh?" she said, dismissively. "Yeah, I got daggers." After the being went through its inventory rather noisily, it came back to Lanista with an implement the Engineer would like to buy. "This good. You buy!" Maragu said. Klingons believe they can look opponents in the eye and see any intent to kill. Something similar can be said of the warrior's eye for the quality of a blade a Klingon can look at a weapon and see its ability to kill. This extends beyond the shape of the weapon. Many of the warrior species can determine the material without close inspection or analysis. Some even claim to be able to detect flaws in the metal simply by eye. Whether or not these were generally exaggerations or false claims, this was actually a skill Lanista as a well-trained engineer did possess to some degree. "Namtor nash marom-lipau," Lanista said in Vulcan. 'This is a very good knife.' And it was one, though Lanista didn't believe it would ever be used in combat. It was long, slender, sharp - with a nice silver finish. One either side, centered at the hilt, was the constellation and laurel wreath emblem of the Federation in dark blue anodized metal and silver trim. Its storage case was a black lacquered box with silver corner pieces, hinges and latch. "How much?" the engineering ensign asked, drawing a handful of Klingon darseks from one pocket. (Reply Maragu) (Posted by FT) (Starbase Geneva - Temporary Quarters- ATac Ensign (jg) Ben Soma- 1340) After leaving sickbay Ben had returned to his quarters to grad a fresh uniform and get cleaned up a bit. Halfway through getting dressed he received a call to report to the bases security office. He responded that he was on his way, the meeting was for 1400. He wondered if base security had any information about the fire he had spent 12 minutes in receiving a good dose of smoke and a couple minor burns. Nothing had become infected and a dermal regenerator had repaired the damage, now he had to deal with a slight itching where the burns were. When he had finished dressing he exited the room and headed toward the security office. (Starbase Geneva - Deck 62, outside the TAC/SC's office - ATac Ensign (jg) Ben Soma- 1355) Ben reached the office and pressed the door chime announcing his presence. From within came a response telling him to enter. The door opened as he stepped towards it, once inside he saw Lt. Shrekt was also inside the office. Ben nodded to his Security Chief and Commander behind the desk. "Ensign Soma reporting as requested, Sir." Ben said to the Commander. (reply Smith/any) (posted by Milo Young) (Starbase Geneva Deck 65 - Mess Hall CSO/2O Dale Bracken - 1359) She sat down, “Kit, you sound way too chirpy, good news? Aside from a new Assistant.” Kit grinned as she explained. "He *is* the good news, Lieutenant. I mean, we were all in limbo, not knowing whether they'd give us a new ship or what. But now, they've sent Captain Stakes a new officer. When we all know there are vacancies all over the fleet, right? So, if we have been assigned a new A-OPS then that must mean that they intend to give the Old Man - umm, I mean, the Captain, a new ship! And of course there's the party tomorrow night to look forward to, " she added happily. Kit liked parties. “I most certainly will, it’s been a while since we had a decent celebration. You’re right about the ship though, there’s how many other posts available at the moment” "Lieutenant Bracken, this is Ensign Alex Jefferies, newly assigned to us as A-OPS. Alex, this is Lieutenant Dale Bracken, our 2O and our CSO." As Dale reached across the table and shook Alex's hand, and the two began talking, Kit selected another piece of fruit and watched the two others get acquainted. "If you don't mind me asking ma'am how long have you served under Captain Stakes?" Alex seemed nervous as he asked the question; Dale smiled, remembering the first time that she had reported for duty after graduating the academy. All the training, the exams and such, had not prepared her for the nervousness of her first posting. “Not long actually, a little over a month. We left Geneva about 6 weeks ago on our previous mission. I graduated the academy in 2407.01.18, seems like a long time ago, let me tell you, what with the end of the war and all.” They chatted for a few more moments, and then Alex turned toward Kit. "Hay Kit what time you due back on duty?" he asked Dale’s attention turned slightly toward her coffee as the other two at the table began conversing, her mind already on the prospect of being posted to another new ship. Alex then turned to look at Bracken, who was sitting there quietly taking a sip of her drink. "And as long as you don't mind sir?" “Not at all Ensign, I’ve got a few things to look in to anyway. I’ll catch you up later.” (Reply Jefferies IYW) She turned to Spero “Kit I know I don’t need to tell you, but take him under your wing, and show him the ropes. We’re going to need everyone completely up to speed when we do get back underway.” (Reply Spero) (posted By Mark) (Starbase Geneva Deck 65 - Mess Hall A-OPS Ensign (jg) Jeffries- 1405) “Not at all Ensign, I’ve got a few things to look in to anyway. I’ll catch you up later.” Alex was starting to feel more relaxed now ~Well it's not as bad as I first thought the captain and second officer seem fine I think I’m going to enjoy my time here~ He then nodded to Bracken "Thank you sir" He then glanced over to the wall where a clock was mounted out the corner of his eye.  He could see Bracken and Spero talking but he wasn't paying them enough attention to hear what they where saying to each other. (reply Spero) (posted by Tom) (Starbase Geneva Deck 65 - Mess Hall OPS - Ensign Cattia Spero - 1406) "Hey Kit, what time you due back on duty?" Alex asked "In about nine minutes," Kit replied, finishing off her drink. "Well if you don't mind I'd like to follow you up to Ops, so I can get to know the system, but that's only if that's ok with you?" "Of course," Kit smiled. "Only I'm working on one of the ships in the repair bay at the moment, some problem with their bridge systems relays. I'd be happy to have you along with me, though," she added with a smile. Alex checked with Bracken that she was OK with the arrangement, and then busied himself with something as the CSO turned to Kit and said in a low tone, “Kit I know I don’t need to tell you, but take him under your wing, and show him the ropes. We’re going to need everyone completely up to speed when we do get back underway.” Kit nodded. "No problem, Lieutenant. I could do with the extra help anyway and the sooner we get used to working together, the better. I'd drag Chrystine along too but I gather she's going to be busy helping Mei Ling with Esme's party. Alex will be safe in my hands. And when we've finished the shift, I'll get him settled into his quarters and show him somewhere good to eat," she finished with a smile. (reply Bracken iyw) (Starbase Geneva Deck 75 - Drydock OPS Ensign Cattia Spero - 1735) Kit an Alex had spent the last few hours tracking down the problem of the bridge systems relays on the Achille. The problem had been an awkward one to locate, but working together they had eventually tracked it down. Once they had done so, it was relatively easy to fix and Kit had been impressed with Alex's skills. Now the shift was over and they were exiting the ship via one of the 'umbilical cords' that attached it to the drydock. "Thanks for your help," Kit said to Alex as they handed the PADDs documenting their repairs to the Dockmaster. "Now tell me - did you get yourself assigned quarters yet?" (reply Alex, any) (Posted by Liz) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mission: Interlude Stardate: 2408.02.20 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir - OPS Ensign Cattia Spero - 2009) Kit grinned at Alex as everyone pressed forward to wish Esme a happy birthday and indicated she was doing the same. She had a small present for the Yeoman; she liked her a lot and Esme had been very helpful on more than one occasion. Besides, Kit reasoned, the girl deserved to have some fun. It couldn't be easy; having Archibald Stakes as your father as well as your boss took some beating, she reckoned. "Happy birthday, Esme!" she said cheerfully, pressing a small packet into her hands. "Just a small token," she added, waving away Esme's thanks. Kit slipped back towards the bar, noting the TAC/SC sitting drinking alone in a corner. She rolled her eyes at Alex and whispered, "What's the betting she's under the table by the end of the party?" (reply Alex iyw) "I think we should grab something to eat before it's all gone, don't you? And then I'll introduce you to some of the others," she said with a smile. (reply Alex) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir - A-OPS Ensign (jg) Jeffries - 2011) Alex watched as Kit walked over to the birthday girl. "Happy birthday, Esme!" she said cheerfully, pressing a small packet into her hands. "Just a small token," she added, waving away Esme's thanks. Kit slipped back towards the bar, she then whispered to Alex, "What’s the betting she's under the table by the end of the party?" Alex laughed "Well if it was my party I know I sure as hell would be" Alex quickly studied Esme she didn't seem to drunk at the moment but it was still early after all. Kit turned to him and said, "I think we should grab something to eat before it's all gone, don't you? And then I'll introduce you to some of the others," she said with a smile. Alex smiled at Kit actually get some food would be a good idea as he was starving as he had skip lunch as he had decided to take a tour of Geneva. Plus it would be good to meet some more of the crew. He turned to look at Kit "Yeah sure I'm starving" (Starbase Geneva Deck 25, Promenade, Restaurant Le Chat Noir ACEO Lanista 2024) "Do I know you?" from Lanista had prompted, "No, I don't believe you do," from Donald as he smiled with a milk-mustache. "But I believe we have a common acquaintance. Darm." "Darm," Lanista grimaced. She brushed at her sleeve to remove non-existent Ferengi spittle, even though she had showered and changed clothes since meeting the little troll. "Yes, he seems very well connected around here," she said, training to remain civil-toned. "I ran into him today, while picking up some ingredients Henri needed for this evening. He mentioned he had run into a Klingon officer who held particular items." Donald explained. "From his description, I can only assume that he meant you. He did fail to give me you name, though." "I suspect he said something like 'Lanifffta' if he was minus his false teeth when you spoke with him. tlha'nISta' jIH, puqnI'be'Daj DI'al," said Lanista, offering to shake hands while she introduced herself. "A pleasure to meet you. I see you are dressed in Klingon garb, do you prefer traditional Klingon food as well?" Donald asked. He enjoyed most alien cuisine, raw or cooked. It was the still alive that didn't always sit well with him. "I find some Klingon food difficult to stomach," she explained. She drew her dark auburn hair back to reveal one of her distinctly pointed ears. "But ghagh sits well. I haven't had any live servings though in I don't know how long." (Reply Johnson, any) (Posted by FT) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir - OPS Ensign Cattia Spero - 2025) Having got herself a large plate of food, Kit spotted the new engineer, Lanista, speaking to someone she didn't recognise and suggested to Alex they should go and speak to them. "I don't really know her well, but I've seen her around and she seems a friendly type," she said. Approaching the couple, Kit waited for a moment for a lull in the conversation and then introduced herself. "Sorry I haven't really had a chance to get to know you yet," she said to the imposing Klingon hybrid. "But now seems as good a time as any. How are you settling in?" (reply Lanista, Alex, Donald, any ) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir - A-OPS Ensign (jg) Jeffries - 2028) Alex had followed Kit and they both now had a large plate of food, when Kit pointed out someone across the room, Tom took a quick look she looked like a Klingon hybrid. She suggested to Alex they should go and speak to her. "I don't really know her well, but I've seen her around and she seems a friendly type," she said. They approached the couple, Alex noticed that Kit took her time to find a good place to enter the conversation. Once Kit had introduced herself, Alex decided it was his turn "Hi I'm ensign Alex Jefferies, as you can guess I'm new here, so I thought I'd come say hi, seeing as we're going to be serving together" (reply Lanista) (Starbase Geneva Deck 25, Promenade, Restaurant Le Chat Noir ACEO Lanista 2057) "Hi there," he said with a cheesy grin. "I'm Bill. Do you dance?" Lanista smiled, mostly because of this man's cheesy grin. She liked that he seemed to understand dancing with her would afford him a view of her neck given her stature and attire. Lanista had watched him in action he seemed to enjoy life. Perhaps not as much a Klingons did, but this human seemed far less reserved than most. "I do dance," she said as she stood. "And I shall try not to injure you too severely. But first, I need to give this to the birthday celebrant." She held up the black lacquered box with silver hinges. "Perhaps you would introduce me?" (Reply Bill, any) (Posted by FT) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 25, Promenade, Restaurant Le Chat Noir, Yeoman Bill Stakes, 2059) "I do dance," she said as she stood. "And I shall try not to injure you too severely. But first, I need to give this to the birthday celebrant." She held up the black lacquered box with silver hinges. "Perhaps you would introduce me?" Bill regarded the box with a mixture of anticipation and reluctance. It looked ble*ding expensive and so far Esme had been getting all the presents that day. But wasn't it his birthday too? He grinned for a second, when he considered that that might not be such a bad thing. He would have a LOT of leverage over his mother to basically give him everything that he could think off, to make up for it. She would give in, eventually. Problem was that he wasn't inventive enough to take full advantage of that. He flashed the female Klingon a smile until he suddenly realised that she was even taller than she had looked to be sitting down. Her ..... bits were just at eye level and he imagined he would severely hurt his neck just looking at her face. His grin grew wider. ~Perhaps tomorrow my whole body will hurt like my neck.~ "Sure," he said quickly as he nodded her to follow him. After a few steps he filled his lungs with air and belted out: "Sis! Come here!” Most heads turned towards him, including his father's, he saw from the corner of his eyes. With a sheepish grin, Bill pretended not to see, or imagine, the stare that his father shot him, but looked towards the dance floor where Esme disentangled herself from her partner with some difficulty, it seemed. "How come dad never sees that?" he thought. "She's all over him!" But he kept his grin on his face as he watched his twin sister finally leave her partner and walked up to them, a question in her eye. (Reply Esme, any) "Esme?" he said softer when she stood opposite him, "She's got something for you." He nodded towards the woman who he assumed was still standing behind him and according to the hairs in his neck, still was. (reply Esme, Lanista, any) (Posted by Adrie Geuken) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir - OPS Ensign Cattia Spero - 2120) Dancing with a guy she vaguely recognised as being from the security department on the Dennison, Kit suddenly noticed the captain and his wife making their way to the dance-floor. Rather to her surprise, they proved excellent (not to mention energetic) dancers, and Kit grinned to herself. ~Who'd have thought the Old Man had it in him,~ she thought, amused. (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir - A-OPS Ensign (jg) Jeffries - 2125) Alex was sat at the bar watching Kit dance with someone he didn't recognise, he then noticed Captain Stake and who Alex assumed must be his wife make their way to the dance-floor. ~Wonder if I should have asked Kit to dance?~ (Starbase Geneva Deck 25, Promenade, Restaurant Le Chat Noir Dr Lewis Nymes 2130) Nymes took a sip of his G&T before starting up another tune; Ele had wandered over to the bar, chatting or being chatted up by some flyboy from the station’s squadron. It was the work of a moment’s lip reading to work out when Ele dropped the “I was your ATC during that battle” line, and the pilot’s reaction was priceless. With a half-hidden chuckle, the Trill relaxed into his Jazz solo; humming a harmony under his breath, as the admiral and captain left their chairs for the dance floor. Smiling to himself once more, Nymes continued the song, waiting for Ele to arrive with another drink. As he looked up from the keys, from the black sleeves of his suit, he noticed a woman looking across the room, nervously holding a glass of champagne, her blonde hair cut short, angled over her back; wearing a black and white cocktail dress that wouldn’t have been out of place in the 20’s on Earth; it was a beautiful face that the Trill had seen before. One that was now nervously smiling back at the Trill. The song finished, Ele still talking to the pilot, the drink Nymes had requested long forgotten, Nymes rolled his hands up the keys and stood up; a much better way of getting attention than chiming a champagne glass. “Ladies and gentlemen; that’s the end of our first set! We’ll be back after a short break!” he said, trying to offset the sighs with a bit of promise. After that, he walked to the bar, running his hand through his hair a nervous habit he’d never really gotten rid of- and one that his sisters had chided him for throughout his life. It didn’t help that Dremo Nymes couldn’t shake it either. “A good start, Doctor. A very good start. Perhaps we should get you and your lady to sign a contract to play every night you are on the base?” the barman said, grinning as he set a glass on a napkin. “My lady? N-no... Ele and I.... we are just friends. Always have been, always will be!” Nymes said, overly defensive, but his performance persona perhaps carrying on through the break. The barman nodded to someone behind the Trill, as the doctor clambered onto a stool at the bar, sipping his drink. “Wel-l... I think that’s probably good news for someone, doctor.” He replied, cryptically disappearing to serve another customer. Nymes turned around, vainly trying to discover who the barman had been nodding at, and completely failed to see anyone. Shaking his head, the Trill smiled his wry smile, and sipped his drink again. And there she was again. Short, beautiful and demure; still looking at him, as if she couldn’t believe who it was. Nymes chuckled again. She was standing by the wall, opposite to where Ele and “her” pilot were chatting, across the dance floor which was emptying as people crowded around the buffet table once more. Apparently making a decision, she started walking over to the doctor, smiling as she did so too, an infectious smile that had the Trill grinning again. “You play well, you know that?” “I try but I should practice more.” Nymes returned, usually his own fiercest critic  (Unless Ele was in the room). “Just hope everyone enjoys it!” She took the next chair, and set her champagne glass down on the bar. “It’s a good night; everyone is enjoying themselves.” She paused. “You are Doctor Nymes, right?” “It’s Lewis; I’m not on duty!” “Well, Doctor, or Lewis; its good to meet you. Hazel Jones. Well, Doctor Jones when I’m not at parties listening to jazz!” “Nice to meet you, Hazel.” Nymes was just relaxed and chatting, happy to just talk the night away, but a tap on the shoulder prevented that. “I think it’s time we got back to playing for the guests, Lew.” Ele had sauntered up, pulling the Trill away from the bar, to much enthusiastic applause from the crowd, whilst the Trill murmured to the CONN as they took their places back at the piano. (“Did I disturb you when Mr Flyboy started chatting you up, Ele?” “Of course not Lew. I would have hidden every med-kit on the Starbase if you had even tried.” “Well? Why?” “Cause its been 20 minutes and the Captain’s daughter is waiting for us to play a song. Now smile!”) “O-kay, ladies and gentlemen!” Nymes said, smiling broadly at the room. “I think it’s time we got some more dancing going on!” The upbeat, jazzier second half of the set started up, with couples around the room standing up and flocking to the dance floor at the very first song. Nymes noted that Dr Jones; Hazel; hadn’t gone to the dance floor with anyone, and was back standing by the wall, striking up conversation with Diane Duande, Nymes’ Triage nurse from the Dennison. Every now and then she snuck a furtive glance across to the pianist, and chuckled at a joke that Diane said. Smiling to himself, Nymes carried on playing, letting Ele reprise her role as soloist and front-man of the Minstrels. (reply any) (posted by GC) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir - OPS Ensign Cattia Spero - 2131) When the dance was over and the band was taking a break, she excused herself from her partner (a nice enough bloke, but Kit had no intention of spending the entire evening with one person) and grabbed a long cold glass of some kind of iced juice before making her way over to Alex. "What do you make of the party so far?" she asked. (reply Alex, Lanista, Donald, any at the party) (Posted by Liz) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir - A-OPS Ensign (jg) Jeffries - 2135) "What do you make of the party so far?" she asked. Alex stretched "Yeah it's been a laugh, didn't realise the captain was such a good dancer, though I think I'll have to slow my drinks down as I feel a massive hangover maybe heading my way tomorrow and I doubt that would go down well with the Captain, but anyway enough about me did you enjoy the party,” he asked Kit (reply Spero) (Posted by Tom) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mission: Interlude Stardate: 2408.02.21 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Starbase Geneva Deck 25, Promenade, Restaurant Le Chat Noir Dr Lewis Nymes 0240) Nymes waved Ele away, and she left arm in arm with her pilot “friend”. Lewis wasn’t worried for her; she was far too giggly to do anything silly, and even if she was, she was a grown woman with the responsibilities that entailed. No, Nymes was staying back at the restaurant to clear up the mess from the party a job he’d been volunteered for by Ele because he wasn’t on duty the following day. Which left Nymes alone in the restaurant, the maitre d having left things on an autolock when the last person left. Apparently having an Admiral as a customer was very good for business and security arrangements. ~Some day off~ Still, it wasn’t so bad, he mused, as he cleared up some of the ribbons that now lay strewn across the floor. The clear up wouldn’t take too long, and there was time enough to take it easy for a while, and relax from the night’s festivities. “So, when are you leaving the Starbase, Lewis?” Nymes started. He was sure there was no-one in the room, but as he turned around, he knew by the voice he was mistaken. “Hazel, do you make it your custom to scare people you just met at two in the morning?” The blonde woman laughed; even at this late hour she was still as attractive as the Trill remembered from the break the Minstrels had had. “Perhaps.” Nymes had to smile at that. “So, Lewis, are you going to...” “...get you a drink? I’m on it.” Nymes said, as he hopped over the bar to pour two more G&Ts. “It’s all that’s left, I’m sorry.” Hazel looked at the drink, then at the Trill. “It’ll do.” The time that Dr Jones had spent nervously standing in the restaurant seemed to have been worth it, she seemed over her nerves now at least, as she sipped the G&T, waiting for Nymes to continue. “I’m just sorry I couldn’t ask you to dance tonight. I saw you earlier...” Hazel diverted her eyes as she answered; a momentary lapse in her armour. “Well, no-one asked me...” Nymes knew that that wasn’t true; he’d seen one of the engineering staff ask her to the dance floor, but she’d desisted, content it seemed to lean against a wall with a single flute of champagne and listen to the music. “Well, if I could have asked, I would. I just hope you had fun,” Nymes replied, smiling as he did so. “W-ell.... I guess we could now,” “What do you mean?” Hazel asked, not 100% sure what the Trill was doing. Nymes was a Trill first, a doctor second, and a Starfleet officer third. Occasionally this led to impulsive behaviour, tempered by his professionalism as a medic, and an officer. But with no harm in it, Nymes had jumped up to the control panel, and a series of tapped commands later, led to a quiet jazz number issuing from the room’s speakers. “Are you dancing, Dr Jones?” Hazel smiled, still sitting on the chair. “Are you asking, Dr Nymes?” Nymes knew this from lifetimes past. “I’m Asking.” He offered his hand. As Hazel took it, she riposted with “Then I’m dancing.” The two waltzed onto the dance-floor, carving a path through the ribbons and illuminated by the white lights behind the bar, shadows forming on the wall. At length, the song finished, the chronometer beeped. “I’m on call today, Lewis, but...” “Don’t worry, I’ll call you after the shift. Coffee, in the Doll’s House.” Nymes said. Hazel tore herself away, tapping the doors open, before spinning back towards the Trill. “You had better remember, Lewis.” She said, before planting a kiss on his cheek and spinning back, humming the tune that they had just danced to. As the doors swished closed, Nymes was left standing in the half-light, ribbons trailing over his shoes, fatigue replaced by joie de vivre, a final smile plastered onto his face as he picked up a broom and finished the job he had started so long ago. (reply none) (posted by GC) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 76, docking pylons - CO Captain Archibald Stakes - 1300) Archibald watched the ship as it 'hung' in its umbilical harness. The trickle of people leaving the vessel had by then stopped. He shook his head. In reality the ship looked even smaller than he had imagined. In fact his Rose had had a warp nacelle about twice the length of the Nova itself. "God help us," he muttered as he stepped away from the window and walked over to a different spot to get a different perspective. He had counted 4 phaser strips so far. Mark 10's by the look of it and one piddly little torpedo tube in the back. He expected there to be more, he knew there would be more, but not much more. "Heaven help us," he sighed as he watched the ship from below now. From the specifications that he had seen so far, he knew that the maneuverability would be twice that of a Sovereign but her shields would be 8 times weaker. Not the best trade-in, he considered. Archibald took a few steps back and looked up again. "Yet, she has decent lines," he murmured as he walked to an elevator to get him to a higher, so he could have a better view of her sides. (Starbase Geneva Deck 82 Temporary Quarters Dr Lewis Nymes 1300) Nymes woke up, blinking in the artificial light, and wondering why his computer had woken him up at 1300 hours, rather than the normal 0600. By the time he had realised that it was his day off more than half gone he also had time to replay the last few minutes of his memory; tidying up the restaurant in the small hours, dancing with a cute doctor, wandering home much later than he was used to. Heck, he was still in his suit. A quick shower and shave later, the Trill was dressed and ready for the day. He’d planned this for a while, and needed to finish this before the vultures in engineering got their over enthusiastic hands on the Dennison’s Sickbay. So he had had an engineering carry case already set aside, a series of PADDs and his de rigueur medical kit slung over his shoulder. It was turning into a work day. (Starbase Geneva, Deck 73, docking pylons - CO Captain Archibald Stakes - 1315) Archibald whistled though his teeth as he continued the examination of the Nova-class vessel in front of him. He had finally seen one of the fore torpedo launchers and the remaining phaser strips on the port side. It wasn't a ship designed for battle, that much was clear to him. His eyes had caught a rather extensive array of sensor bays, pods and pylons, telling him that scanning wise that ship would outperform any other ship in the fleet. "See them before they can endanger us," he said as he regarded the diminutive vessel. "That's at least something." ~But would it be enough?~ he thought as he looked over to his side where an entrance point to the umbilical cord was that could lead him to the top deck of the ship. (USS Mithrandir, Deck 1, Port corridor - CO Captain Archibald Stakes - 1325) Archibald looked ahead of him seeing the single corridor that stretched out in front of him, curving to the right after about twenty meters. There was a single door on the right hand side wall and several on the left hand side. Since he knew he was on the post side of the ship, he assumed the doors on the left would lead him to side room, so the door on the right should lead him to the bridge. The ship smelled fresh, new, somehow exhilarating. It had been a long time since Archibald had stepped onto a news ship. In fact he had only done that once before, when he had acquired the Rose of Samarkand. Archibald scratched the floor with his shoe, wondering how long it would take that the crew would wear away the sheen of it. Suddenly he grinned. Already considering his crew on this ship? He shook his head. He hadn't thought he'd be that desperate. But perhaps desperate was not the proper word. Eager? Yeah, eager was better. With a short grin on his face Archibald turned and walked over to the door on his right and watched it swish open before he stepped onto the Bridge. (USS Mithrandir, Bridge - CO Captain Archibald Stakes - 1330). Looking around the Bridge, he was somehow surprised to see a furry creature sitting at one of the outer positions, dangling his feet. (reply by Montro, Olorin, room for more) (USS Mithrandir, Bridge - CO Captain Archibald Stakes - 1345) Archibald nodded at the Commander. "Would it be possible to give me a ship tour, Commander?" he asked then before Olorin could answer Archibald thought of something and tapped his comm badge. "Stakes to Starfleet Lieutenant Bracken. Mister Bracken, could you meet me immediately on the bridge of the USS Mithrandir? There is an entrance point on Deck 73, east section." (Reply by Dale, Olorin, Montro, any) (posted by Adrie Geuken) (Starbase Geneva USS Dennison Dr Lewis Nymes 1400) As Nymes walked past the series of viewpoints, he could see a multitude of ships arriving and docking with the station, joining those already stationed there, like the fragments of the Dennison, the Nova class and an intrepid class that had just arrived. “Dr Nymes, I’m here to clear out the files of Sickbay, Crewman Archer. How’s the golf going?” “Not too bad, doc. Just swipe in here please. Have a good day, sir.” “Will do, will do. I’ll need to get a better handicap if I’m to play you, Dave!” Nymes said, as he walked through the umbilical into the middle section. The ship itself was running in grey mode; engineering carts were everywhere, squads of crewmen unhinging hatches and recycling the inner workings of the vessel, before it was scrapped or renovated. Sighing inwardly, Nymes took the turbolift to the Sickbay, smiling as if seeing an old friend for the first time in years as the frosted glass opened revealing a mess of wiring and half-devoured biobeds. “Please state the nature... Oh my.... What have they done to my... your sickbay, Dr Nymes?” Nymes nodded. “I am afraid that the Dennison may need more than a lick of paint this time EMH.” “Indeed sir. My programming has calculated a total of 4 thousand, 6 hundred and forty-nine hardware errors on board. Bridge controls are missing as well. And my memory circuits are.... Who are you ensign?” “Computer,” Nymes sighed. “Deactivate EMH.” [...EMH Deactivated...] Nymes walked across to the nearest biobed, one that had seen a lot of patients and now stood decapitated, wiring spooling onto the floor, an open engineering kit atop of it. Selecting the correct tool, Nymes started working, removing the soot-stained Starfleet medical insignia from the frosted glass in the CMO’s office door. Once it was free, he laid it, almost reverentially, into the engineering case, padded down with the lid, and sat down in his chair, tapping commands to bring up the CMO database and initiate syncing with the PADDs he had brought with him. Leaning back, he wondered how everyone else was getting on; whether Ele had managed to get back from the restaurant at all in the end, whether the birthday twins had had a good time, whether the fleet had decided where to post everyone now the Dennison was so obviously not viable for the foreseeable future. “Computer, start CMO log, at this time, at this place.” [...CMO Log, 2408.02.21, 1413 hours...] “I have returned to the Dennison to finish off file transfers from the medical database and to clear out personal effects from the Sickbay. From the looks of things and the conversation with the EMH I can safely assume that the Dennison will be out of action for a considerable period of time. Whilst this is saddening, I must be happy that none of the crew were injured in the final acts of the ship, which has been a home to many outstanding officers, some of whom gave their all in service to the Federation, the fleet, the ship, its captains and its crew. While many -  if not all will be transferred away from the Dennison, the Menace will have a special place in the hearts of all those who served on her. “End log. File, and lock workstation, CMO Dennison Nymes Eight Five Alpha.” [... Log filed... Station Locked...] Nymes got up, and with ambivalence left the office and the sickbay behind him, retracing his steps to the umbilical and swiping out at Archer’s checkpoint. (Starbase Geneva, Deck 73, docking pylons - SciO Ensign (jg) Percival Bellephoron the Third - 1420) Percival placed the carry all next to him and regarded the ship that lay 'before' him. "It would appear that one would have reached the final destination of one's journey," he commented as he reinserted his monocle in his left eye. He scanned the area to the left and right of him and noticed a small security detail that was standing guard near the entrance to one of the umbilical cords that connected the vessel to the base. "I say, it would appear that one would have a welcoming committee awaiting him. Best not to tally, then." He picked up his bag and walked with precise steps up to the group of three, whilst making sure that his spotless white dress uniform was suitably draped around him. He did not need to make sure of that, as he had constructed the uniform himself from a choice of materials to ensure the uniform would not crease nor be stained by bodily fluids or dust. That the improvements reduced the comfort greatly was, according to Percival, but a small price to pay. Looks mattered. Greatly. "My good Sirs, Madam," Percival opened the communication when he stood in front of the three. "Pray allow me entrance to this undoubtedly fine vessel so that one may report oneself in as one was instructed to do by one's superiors. I present you my papers as defined in article 347 b." With accustomed ease Percival blinked his left eye so that the mini-computer screen fell out of his left eye and deftly pinched the small round object before it could dangle on its long cord and slid it in his left breast pocket, whilst he withdrew a PADD from the internal pockets of his jacket with his right. "Percival Bellephoron the Third, at your service," he said as he handed the PADD to the highest ranking security officer. The Ensign looked at the PADD but made no attempt to read it. Instead he nearly immediately wanted to hand it back to Percival. "Come back later, apart from a few officers there is nobody on board, nor is there any schedule that the ship would be leaving soon. You'd be wasting your time. Find yourself some quarters on the base and come back in a week or so" Percival allowed himself a frown but made no attempt to receive the PADD back. "A Bellephoron, Sir, never wastes his time. Nor does he flout his duty. If Commander Wendemere from the Bureau of Personnel instructs a Bellephoron to travel to this facility to board this vessel than that is what a Bellephoron will do. My commandments were quite specific on that point, if good Sir would wish to review the information held on said PADD. It mentions travel to this good Star Base, it mentions boarding this vessel, but it does not describe anywhere the requirement of NOT fulfilling one's commandments. Pray review my flight instructions and good Sir will see that I did not tell falsehoods. If I am to report in, then by Jove, report in I shall!" The Ensign disregarded the snickers he heard coming from the two behind him. "Listen, mister Bellephoron," he tried again. "You'll be wasting your time, all the equipment will have been deactivated and there will be nobody on board. There would be nothing for you to do on board, so do us both a favour, ok, and find yourself a place to stay and come back when there IS something to do for you." Percival now frowned for longer. "I do not wish to be disrespectful or contrite but one has activities to pursue whilst on board a new vessel. There is a complete new vessel to explore and get acquainted to. Indeed, one can easily determine, that in order for one to perform his duty, one would have to know precisely what equipment there would be to assist one in one's tasks with. Especially considering that said vessel will hold an inordinate amount of equipment that has to be primed, examined, studied, calibrated, maintained and tested to ensure proper functioning at all time. And what better time would there be to do all of these tasks whilst the vessel in question is still berthed. Or would good Sir rather have it that said tasks were performed whilst the vessel would already be in operation? Surely Good Sir will see that that could lead to serious implications. One needs time to properly perform these tasks. Time, one would be afraid, one would not have when flying said vessel. Now, PRAY, would good Sir allow me entrance to this vessel so I can perform my duties as indeed is expected of me?" The snickering had stopped, but that was no doubt due to the fact that they were trying to disentangle the stream of words that had come their way. In the end the Ensign, still holding the PADD, sighed. "OK, have it your way, then," he said finally activating the PADD whilst shaking his head. "You are Ensign Percival ...." he started asking but then found the picture of Percival on the PADD, "Of course you are," he commented as he deactivated the PADD. "Ok, you can go in, Ensign Bellephoron. Don't break anything." "Splendid," Percival remarked as he replaced his monocle/computer screen and picked up the bag. "A good day to you, Gentlemen, and of course you, Madam. I will be eternally in your debt." Without saying another word, Percival walked past the three onto the steps leading to the umbilical cord. As he did so, the Security Ensign watched him as he disappeared into the structure, noting the sickening regularity of his ponytail, swaying from side to side as Percival climbed the steps. Just as Percival reached the entrance he shouted something and the security guards looked at each other. "Did he just shout Tally Ho?" (Starbase Geneva Deck 82 Office Dr Nymes 1430) Nymes stepped into his Spartan office and started synchronising the PADDs to the medical database, uploading the records to central SF medical, as per protocol, before turning his attention to the engineering case. He opened the case with the shard of glass and scanned it into a tricorder, letting the computer calculate the best way of framing the smoked-shards. Eventually the computer beeped its decision, and the familiar whirl of matter spinning into creation broke the silence in the room. With formality bordering on reverence, Nymes placed the glass into the frame, the last side sliding in with a hefty clunk, and the whirr of a force-field starting up, a contingency against further accidents. A difficult job well done, he allowed himself a quick smile, before changing out of his uniform, into civvies and out for a wander around the station. (reply any/none) (posted by GC) (USS Mithrandir, Deck 3 - SciO Ensign (jg) Percival Bellephoron the Third - 1445) "So this is our domicile," Percival commented as he reviewed the information held on his mini-computer and compared it with the actual ship lay out. He walked forward a few steps, still carrying his bag, then frowned and turned. "I say, this shouldn't be here?" he said as he entered one of the central rooms. He looked at the monstrosity in front of him, which he rather quickly recognised as a Mark V cloak generator. He took a step out of the room and looked left. "Nor should that be," he said as he logged another anomaly. Looking forward he murmured. "This SHOULD be the Life support room, yet Life Support seems to be placed in the room which should hold Planetology 1. How queer." He frowned and rechecked the information on his mini-computer. "Indeed it should," he said to himself then fell silent as he listened. It sounded as if voiced were approaching his positions. "I say! Will the wonders never stop this day?" (Reply by Dale, Olorin, Montro (if he is there), any) (posted by Adrie Geuken)