NRPG: Compile Index: Stardate:2408.02.19 (Starbase Geneva - Deck 62, Security Center - ATac Ensign (jg) Ben Soma- 1427) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 82, Dennison CO temporary Office - CO Captain Archibald Stakes -1430) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25, Promenade- ATac Ensign (jg) Ben Soma- 1435) (Starbase Geneva Deck 75 - Drydock OPS Ensign Cattia Spero - 1740) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 13 - Ops Office (Accommodation Assignments) - OPS Cattia Spero - 1817) Stardate: 2408.02.20 (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir OPS - Ensign Cattia Spero 2030) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25, Promenade, Restaurant Le Chat Noir - Lt (sg) Donald Johnson - 2033) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir A-OPS Ensign (jg) Jeffries  2035) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir A-OPS - Ensign (jg) Jefferies 2036) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir OPS - Ensign Cattia Spero - 2037) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir YEO Esme Stakes 2102) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir YEO Bill Stakes 2105) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir - OPS - Ensign Cattia Spero - 2137) Stardate: 2408.02.21 (USS Mithrandir - Bridge - FO Commander Olorin Okita and OO Crewman Montro - 1343) (USS Mithrandir - Bridge - CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 1345) (Starbase Geneva Assigned Quarters CSO/2O Dale Bracken - 1346) (USS Mithrandir Bridge CSO/2O Dale Bracken - 1350) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 3 - CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 1456) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 3 - SciO Ensign Percival Bellephoron III - 14.58) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 39, Engineering Access 72a - EO Petty Officer Markra - 1500) (USS Mithrandir - Bridge - CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 1535) (USS Mithrandir - Ready Room - CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 16.30) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 1, Briefing Room - CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 17.02) RPG: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mission: Interlude Stardate:2408.02.19 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Starbase Geneva - Deck 62, Security Center - ATac Ensign (jg) Ben Soma- 1427) "Ensign, we're going to commandeer one of these stations." she informed him, as she strode into the security center.  "Is there anyone you noticed that might help us?" she asked, as she walked up to a console. "Station Security officers appear to occupied with other tasks, Sir. Looks like were on our own for now." Ben said after taking a look around to see if there were any security personnel around. Tapping her commbadge, Shrekt said, "All Dennison security report to Station security immediately for assignment." Shrekt's fingers danced on the console accessing the station's internal sensors. "Ensign, Please inform the captain that Sanok is missing and that I am organizing a search for him." said Shrekt. Ben tapped his comm badge and said, " Ensign Soma to Captain Stakes, Sir, Ensign Sanok has gone missing. Lieutenant Shrekt is organizing a search party, she has requested assistance from all Dennison security officers on the Station. Station security has also set fifty additional security to help with the search." (reply Stakes) "Understood Sir." Ben replied. Security officers were beginning to enter the office, some Ben recognized some he didn't. Lt. Shrekt handed him a PADD and said, " Come on Ensign," Ben followed her to the front of the briefing room where she stood behind the podium, Ben stayed to her right side and regarded those around the room. 150 people, a fair search team. Ben hoped they were enough, he wanted to find Sanok before something happened to him. He concentrated on the briefing and began to visualize a plan for the search. "We don't have a lot of time." Shrekt said, to the 150 officers assembled.  She pulled up the information on the viewer on the wall.  "Ensign Sanok has gone missing.  Some of station security will be assisting us, but most of them are tied up for the moment.  These are the bio signs of all the Vulcan's on the station." A graphical representation came to life on the screen, small dots appeared noting the locations of Vulcan bio signs. "By removing those within certain parameters, we are left with thirty life signs across the station.  Ensign Soma will divide you into teams and you will search for these thirty life signs to determine which is Sanok.  I will remain here to coordinate our efforts." Shrekt said.  "Any questions?" "Sanok and myself were involved with the fire at the Hyperion," Ben said as Shrekt finished. "The disappearance of Sanok may be related to that event. Something about the fire didn't seem right to me. Whoever started it may also have taken Sanok." No one had any questions so Shrekt dismissed them from the room. "Hurry, Ensign.  Who knows what's happened to Sanok." Ben nodded his acknowledgement and followed the rest out. Once outside he split up the group into smaller teams and assigned them areas to cover. He told everyone to report anything suspicious to either himself or Lt. Shrekt no matter how insignificant it may appear. He didn't want anything overlooked, he wanted to find his friend. He wasn't sure if Sanok considered him a friend as well but Ben considered him a friend. He selected a couple officers to accompany him in a search, starting at the Hyperion seemed like the best place to pick up any sign of Sanok. (Starbase Geneva - Deck 82, Dennison CO temporary Office - CO Captain Archibald Stakes -1430) =/\= Ensign Soma to Captain Stakes, Sir, Ensign Sanok has gone missing. Lieutenant Shrekt is organizing a search party, she has requested assistance from all Dennison security officers on the Station. Station security has also set fifty additional security to help with the search. =/\= Archibald looked up, frowned and closed down his screen with a sigh. "Understood, Ensign, I doubt I have to say that I WILL be expecting results. I will liaise with the base commander, Captain Ariana, to ensure that all assistance will be forthcoming and I think she'd be very interested as well. Keep me posted, Mister Soma. And find him." =/\= Understood Sir. =/\= Archibald nodded as the link closed down. He drew in his breath through clenched teeth, before he tapped his badge. "Captain Stakes to Captain Ariana. I need to see you urgently. Can I come up?" (Reply by Ben iyw, any) (Posted by Adrie Geuken) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25, Promenade- ATac Ensign (jg) Ben Soma- 1435) Ben stood outside the Hyperion once again, the fire had been put out and the area was restricted to authorized personnel only. He told his team to spread out and see if anyone had any information on Sanok. This was the last place he saw Sanok but hoped it wasn’t the last time. One of the officers returned and said Sanok had a few words with a human male before heading off to the turbolift. They proceeded to the lift to search for clues. When they arrived Ben recalled the lift and began scanning the interior, there was cellular residue inside that matched Sanok's profile.  Linking his tricorder to the stations computer he pulled up the records for the time frame of 1345 to 1415. The lift had made many trips in that time frame, he'd have to narrow it down. He again instructed the team to find anyone who could put a time on Sanok entering the lift and hoped someone, maybe another Vulcan would be able to give him a specific time. (reply as above/any) (posted by Milo Young) (Starbase Geneva Deck 75 - Drydock OPS Ensign Cattia Spero - 1740) "No not yet and with all the excitement I guess I forgot to ask for any" Kit smiled, the new A-OPS was certainly keen. "That will be for the Geneva staff to sort out, really. But I can point you in the right direction. Hopefully *someone* will have contacted them about you." ~Don't hold your breath though~ "Well shall we go find me some quarters?" Alex said cheerfully. "We certainly won't find them here," Kit joked. "Come on, I'll show you the way to the Starbase Ops offices. They should be able to help you." (Starbase Geneva - Deck 13 - Ops Office (Accommodation Assignments) - OPS Cattia Spero - 1817) As she had feared, the Geneva staff hadn't been informed of Alex's need for quarters as transient Starfleet crew. But after some grumbling and talk about following protocol, the admin behind the desk agreed to allocate quarters to the A-OPS after looking over Alex's PADD assigning him under the command of Captain Stakes. "Naturally a complaint will go to your CO about the lack of information from his staff," the admin clerk said sniffily. "Naturally," Kit agreed. To be honest she really didn't care since it wasn't her responsibility to notify Geneva about this kind of thing. That was for the command staff to sort out. As long as Alex was sorted out with a place to sleep, that was all she was bothered about. "Deck 127, Room 1278-B, here's a PADD with instructions on how to get there and the code to open the door, is that all?" the clerk said, sliding the PADD across the desk to Alex. "Yes, thank you," Kit said politely, as soon as Alex had picked up the PADD. ~but I'd sue the charm school if I were you~ "Next time there had better be the proper notification!" The clerk glowered. Kit smiled angelically and said nothing. ~Well I sure won't be sorting it out next time. Not unless I find myself with a sudden promotion which is extremely unlikely to happen!~ "OK Alex, let's get you settled in. Then I have an appointment with a card table in Donovan's." (reply Alex only if you want to, any) (Posted by Liz) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mission: Interlude Stardate: 2408.02.20 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir OPS - Ensign Cattia Spero 2030) Kit closed her eyes for an instant and wished she had worn the neural net she had considered earlier. Usually she had no problem blocking the telepathic dribble that non-telepaths weren't even aware leaked from them at all times, but so many people in such a relatively confined space, all excited or emotional to one degree or another, meant that there was a constant 'murmur' in her mind. Not that any of it was discernible unless she concentrated, it was just there, like (she supposed) a constant ringing in the ears that just didn't go away. Her eyes flew open suddenly as she realised that in all the background babble in her mind from all directions, there was one blessed void. Someone close by was a telepathic null, or as close to it as made no difference. She knew it wasn't Alex, she had been working with him all yesterday afternoon and she'd have noticed. So it must be the Klingon/Vulcan woman, Lanista, or the dark-skinned man with her. Kit smiled. Time enough to find out later, but she hoped it would be Lanista. Even one person on the crew she didn't have to bank up her mental shields with would be a blessing. Another Betazoid to ::talk:: to wouldn't go amiss but in default of that, a null would be good! She noticed Lanista's hand move to cover her belt buckle and wondered what it concealed. Something the other woman didn't want noticed by someone... Kit gave a mental shrug. Unlikely to be something that Lanista would normally be ashamed of so probably something she thought might offend someone here? ~A mystery~ Kit thought, slightly intrigued. Then she grinned as Lanista described herself as an 'ensigneer'. "Though Geneva has ten decks worth of Engineering, I see little point in having that much power potential if we're not to go anywhere," the 'ensigneer' added. "It's a big starbase," Kit offered. "With a large spacedock. I suppose they need the power." "Only serves to prove Starfleet likes to build things larger than they needed to be so that luxuries like soft chairs and carpeting can be installed at will. Give me something small, like a B'rel, any day! But it does have some interesting things. I have been curious about an establishment called the Crazy Psi Ranch something about Earth's Ancient West, whatever that may be." Kit shrugged. She wasn't sure either though she had a vague idea it involved bovines and equines to some degree. (reply Alex, Donald) Kit stayed quiet, listening to the other three talk. The effort of dampening the 'dribble' from everyone - bar one - was giving her a headache and she was beginning to wonder if she could slip back to her quarters and pick up her neural net. (Reply Alex, Donald, Lanista, anyone else at the party) (Posted by Liz) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25, Promenade, Restaurant Le Chat Noir - Lt (sg) Donald Johnson - 2033) Donald grimaced slightly at the mention of the war, his thoughts a bit mournful at the thought of all the lives lost in the recent conflict.  He was glad the pointy eared Klingon changed the subject to food. "Well, I am not that found of moving food, but I know Klingons have several dishes that are immobile." he answered.  "Dinner here should be ready soon.  It is quite a spread.  You may enjoy the caviar.  Henri spared no expense." (Reply Lanista) At that moment, Donald noticed a pair of officers walking in their direction. ~I wonder who they are~ he thought, as they engaged the Klingon in conversation.  Donald remained quiet as they spoke.  His eye wandered about the room, watching the party goers. When his attention returned to the table, he noticed that the Klingon was becoming intoxicated. ~Oh dear.~ he thought.  He looked around to see how this might be dealt with, without causing a scene.  He wondered if her mixed heritage was responsible for the swiftness of her seeming state of sobriety or lack thereof. ~Oh yes.~ he thought, as he waved down a waiter. "What can I get you, Messieur?" the tall, thin mustachioed waiter inquired. "Expresso" Donald said, looking over his shoulder and then motioning with his hand.  "This big." Looking back over his shoulder, he turned back and doubled the size of the cup he was ordering. "But..." the waiter protested. Donald simply nodded his head in the Klingon's direction.  The waiter followed the motion of Donald's head and gulped. "I shall be right back." the waiter excused himself. Donald breathed a sigh of relief and returned his attention back to the table. "So what was good up there?" Donald asked, inquiring about the buffet, as the two officers had sizeable plates.  Sure he had helped set it up, but it was always nice to hear what folks thought. (reply Lanista, Jeffries, Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir A-OPS Ensign (jg) Jeffries  2035) "Though Geneva has ten decks worth of Engineering, I see little point in having that much power potential if we're not to go anywhere." Alex listened to what Lanista, she did have a point he tried to think of a good reply. "Well it's always good to know we have the power just incase we need it" he said Kit and Lanista began to talk, Alex soon lost track of the conversation and found himself looking around the restaurant and at all the people there. ~Damn it's going to take me awhile to get to know everyone.~ He then suddenly noticed that Lanista was starring at him, he thought he better say something quick as he didn't want to look stupid. "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 serving together." He waited for Lanista reply "Looks like I guessed wrong," Alex was confused ~What did she guess wrong?~ He was about to ask her when she continued.  "You know something about when we'll be able to leave this oversized piece of hypermodern art?" Alex wasn't to sure what she meant by oversized piece of hypermodern art but he guessed she was referring to Geneva it's self. He shook his head. "Nope, afraid not I was just told to report to Captain Stakes here" (reply Lanista ) posted by Tom) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir A-OPS - Ensign (jg) Jefferies 2036) Alex had noticed that Kit had stayed quiet all the time he had been chatting to Lanista, he turned to look at Kit he noticed that she seemed to look slight off. ~Wonder if she's ok?~ He studied her face for a few seconds, he hoped that he had been subtly enough that she hadn't noticed, she had the same expression on her face that he did when he was suffering from a migraine. "You ok?" he asked (reply Spero) (posted by Tom) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir OPS - Ensign Cattia Spero - 2037) "You ok?" Alex suddenly asked Kit. "Hmm? Oh, yes. Fine, just a slight headache," she replied truthfully. But the fact that Alex had asked made Kit's mind up for her. She would go back to her quarters and fetch the neural net before returning for the rest of the party. She'd enjoy it much more that way. "I'm just going to slip outside for a few minutes," she said, standing up as she spoke. "If you'll all excuse me?" As quickly as was polite, Kit left the three officers and headed out the main door of the restaurant. Once on the promenade, she made for the nearest turbolift. "Deck 126," she said as she entered. (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir YEO Esme Stakes 2102) Hearing Bill call her, Esme made her way over towards her twin and the Klingon lady he was paying attention to. "Esme?" Bill said. "She's got something for you." Esme looked enquiringly at Lanista. "qoSlIj DatIvjaj," Lanista said, handing Esme a black box. Busy opening her present, Esme was unaware of what was going on between Bill and Lanista. she opened the box carefully and took the dagger out to admire it. "tlhej vam nob'qhach choquvbej qatlho'," she said, her voice trailing off slightly as she looked up to see Bill with his head firmly clasped to Lanista's ample.... chest. Bill wasn't exactly struggling and didn't appear to be in distress. Rather the opposite, Esme thought, amused. He appeared to be enjoying himself and in no great hurry to move. "I'll, uh, leave you two to get... better acquainted?" Esme said, successfully stifling the laughter that was threatening to bubble out. (Reply Lani, Bill, any) (Posted by Liz) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir YEO Bill Stakes 2105) "May you enjoy your birthday as well," Lanista said to him. Bill grinned, he hadn't quite caught what Esme had said, there seemed to be a weird hum in his ears. But he felt the tremble of the Klingon's voice across her breastbone and it helped. "I think I am," he murmured but it being lodged away it probably didn't carry far, if at all. But, suddenly remembering that his father was close by, he did pull his head back, if just a little bit. As he did so, he heard Esme say: "I'll, uh, leave you two to get... better acquainted?" This time Bill pulled his head away completely and just smiled. "Byee, sis," he said then turned his head back. "I'm not sure I caught your name," he said with a grin. "But that's ok, if you don't want to. I'm liberal. I noticed you don't wear a ... uhhhhh .... holder? That's cool, I don't wear one either." (Reply Lanista, iyw, any) (Posted by Adrie Geuken) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 25 - Promenade - Restaurant Le Chat Noir - OPS - Ensign Cattia Spero - 2137) Alex stretched before replying that he'd enjoyed the party so far but thought he should slow his drinking down in case he got a hangover, and was Kit enjoying it too? Kit smiled broadly. "You bet!" she answered happily. Since returning wearing the neural net which blocked out all the 'dribble' she had had a great time. The net sat invisibly in her hair, so she was certain that no one knew she was wearing it. "You might want to stick to synthehol next time," she said to Alex with a smile. "All the fun and none of the suffering afterwards. Although I don't drink that much, to be honest. Usually I stick to fruit juice and so on. But synthehol works fine when I do want to drink." "May I have this dance?" a voice said politely. Kit looked at the man standing before her, and recognised a fellow Betazoid. His dark eyes smiled into hers, then looked slightly puzzled. Kit smiled back, guessing he was probably confused at not being able to sense her. "Certainly," she agreed. "Excuse me, Alex." Although the student band, as Kit still thought of them (vaguely recalling the 'Wandering Minstrels' as some students a year or two below her in the Academy), were taking a break, the restaurant owner had arranged for music to be played. The tune was a slow, romantic one - a contrast to the livelier music that the band had played. As they took to the floor Kit reached up and slipped the fine net off and put it in her sleeve. ::Better?:: she asked. ::Much. So tell me, fair lady, are you a friend of the family or a crewmate of the delightful Esme?:: ::Crewmate. And you?:: ::Friend of Bill's from the Star. Not been assigned there long, mind you. Only a few months. Takis Rodos, at your service.:: ::Kit Spero. Formerly of the Star, then the Dennison, now awaiting my fate,:: she smiled. ::The Star? So you know some of the folks there?:: Apparently dancing in silence, the two Betazoids held a long conversation, getting to know one another as they did so. (Reply any but none necessary) (Posted by Liz Geuken) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mission: Interlude Stardate: 2408.02.21 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Mithrandir - Bridge - FO Commander Olorin Okita and OO Crewman Montro - 1343) "It would be a waste if we left without her. Oh, by the way, permission to come on board? I tried to request it earlier but somebody," replied the Captain, taking the opportunity to scrutinize Montro.  "Somebody decided to leave me before I could request it." "Hey, you just came onboard!  You didn't even announce yourself or..." started Montro, coming out from behind Olorin. "Montro!" said Olorin sternly. Sufficiently chastised, Montro returned to hiding behind Olorin. "My apologies Captain.  The crewman can be overzealous and a bit eager.  But he is an asset." said Olorin turning back to the Captain.  "Hard as it may seem to believe." Stakes continued, "Tell me, Commander. How does she fly? From her build-up it would suggest to me that she is a bit bum-heavy. And with the impulse engines placed so high I would imagine that she pulls forward a bit?" Before Olorin could reply, Montro was speaking. ~Oh no~ thought Olorin. "How does she FLY!?!" said Montro, a gleam in his eye, the memory of being scolded only moments before already fading.  "She flies GREAT!" Before anyone could say anything else, Montro bounded about the bridge demonstrating the various maneuvers the ship could perform.  Taking out his folded hoverboard from his satchel, Montro set it at the appropriate height.  He hopped on top of it and continued his demonstration. Olorin stifled a laugh.  Speaking so as not to interrupt Montro's antics, he said to Captain Stakes, "She flies well, Captain.  She's no ship of the line, that's true.  But she'll do her job, probably better than a ship of the line could.  Her secondary deflector shield helps to compensate for any physical handicaps, she might have while in motion.  When she's moving you would never know it.  The engineers designed her well, sir.  Even if I do say so myself." Pausing for a moment, unsure whether he should ask so personal a question.  Deciding against it, Olorin was about to ask another question, when the doors slid open to admit a young lieutenant. "Captain, You wanted to see me?" the Lieutenant said to the Captain.  Seeing Olorin, she nodded and said, "Commander." "Lieutenant Bracken, I presume.  Commander Olorin Okita, at your service," said Olorin, extending his hand in welcome.  "The Captain is interested in a tour of this vessel.  Now that you have arrived, we may begin.  Please do not hesitate to ask any questions." (Reply Stakes and/or Bracken) "Lady and Gentleman, why don't we begin with the Deck One." said Olorin.  "Montro, get back to work." Montro froze in position and looked back at the commander.  Nodding, he hopped off his hoverboard and put it away. ~Looks like the Commander will need me to help him do his tour!~ he thought.  ~Don't want the captain to miss the observation lounge.  I wonder if the Commander will like my sculpture.~ The group appeared to be leaving, Montro hopped along after them.  "Hey, wait up! You don't want to miss anything!" he said.  Like the reclamation center or the matter storage facilities.  Montro never understood why the Commander never took people there.  They were the neatest places. (Reply Stakes, Bracken, Any) (posted by Kaweo Kanoho) (USS Mithrandir - Bridge - CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 1345) "It would be a waste if we left without her. Oh, by the way, permission to come on board? I tried to request it earlier but somebody," replied the Captain, taking the opportunity to scrutinize Montro.  "Somebody decided to leave me before I could request it." "Hey, you just came onboard!  You didn't even announce yourself or..." started Montro, coming out from behind Olorin. "Montro!" said Olorin sternly, whilst Archibald pained his brain to think of a regulatory acceptable reason to gag a Star Fleet crew member. Unfortunately the only reason that came to his mind was a problem, as he was not medically qualified. "My apologies Captain.  The crewman can be overzealous and a bit eager.  But he is an asset." said Olorin turning back to the Captain.  "Hard as it may seem to believe." Archibald regarded the Commander for a second. You're spot on, Commander, it IS hard to believe. But tell me, Commander. How does she fly? From her build-up it would suggest to me that she is a bit bum-heavy. And with the impulse engines placed so high I would imagine that she pulls forward a bit?" Suddenly the small crewmen piped up. "How does she FLY!?!" said Montro, clearly excited. "She flies GREAT!" Baffled Archibald saw the Logren take out a hoverboard from his bag and continue his rather ridiculous demonstration with performing maneuvers that a fly would have problems with, let alone a starship. "She flies well, Captain." The Commander said, "She's no ship of the line, that's true.  But she'll do her job, probably better than a ship of the line could.  Her secondary deflector shield helps to compensate for any physical handicaps, she might have while in motion.  When she's moving you would never know it.  The engineers designed her well, sir. Even if I do say so myself." Archibald cocked his head. Olorin was obviously in love with the ship. It was surprising as the Commander hadn't spend that much time on her. He noticed he was about to say something when the door slid open. "Captain, You wanted to see me?" Bracken said to Archibald, who nodded.  "Commander." "Lieutenant Bracken, I presume.  Commander Olorin Okita, at your service," said Olorin, extending his hand in welcome.  "The Captain is interested in a tour of this vessel.  Now that you have arrived, we may begin.  Please do not hesitate to ask any questions." Archibald nodded. "Lead the way, Commander," he said. "Lady and Gentleman, why don't we begin with the Deck One." said Olorin.  "Montro, get back to work." Archibald nearly started grinning and wondered how Montro would get himself involved. he seemed to have a knack of being there were others did not want him. "Hey, wait up! You don't want to miss anything!" ~Are you sure?~ Archibald thought, but shook his head. He really needed to keep control of himself and his reactions. "Commander, Lieutenant, before we continue I think I should mention that I was offered this ship's chair. So, I am not interested in the usual site seeing tour where we start at the top, get all goggle-eyed with the neat stuff upstairs before we land in the bowels. If you don't mind, Sir, let us start where it matters. The bottom. Lieutenant, at the end of the tour I want to hear your thoughts about the ship, the crew and who we would need where." His eyes glanced over the bridge. "Looks like a perfect little ship, neat, tidy, cosy. Problem is that I know there is no such thing as a perfect little ship. So, let's cut the pretence and look for her failures. All of them." (Reply by Olorin, Dale, Montro, any) (Starbase Geneva Assigned Quarters CSO/2O Dale Bracken - 1346) =/\=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.=/\= “Understood Captain, I’ll be there straight away. Bracken out” Dale stood up from the desk that she had been sat at, slightly puzzled at the summons, although, only temporarily. She was shrewd enough to realise that there would be very few reasons for a summons to a random bridge, especially when there were a good number of highly experienced crew doing very little aside from training. (USS Mithrandir Bridge CSO/2O Dale Bracken - 1350) Dale exited the turbolift, stepping out onto the bridge, observing the room around her, as she walked toward the Captain, and a Commander that she didn’t recognise. “Captain, You wanted to see me?” She turned toward the other officer, and nodded a greeting “Commander.” (Reply Stakes, Okita) (posted by Mark) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 3 - CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 1456) “Assignment orders from Bureau of Personnel, sir. Report for Duty, USS Mithrandir, Starbase Geneva. No CO was named on the PADD, sir, just the ship. Do you want me to apprehend him, sir?” Archibald looked over at Olorin. "We are close by, Ensign. We will investigate. So far he hasn't done anything that is illegal, even if it is a tad weird. If he were a Vulcan, we would think nothing of it, following orders to the letter. I assume he's not a Vulcan, the name gives it away. Besides, there are few Vulcans that one would class as a character. However, keep an eye out, if this 'character' leaves the ship without any of us, then hold him for questioning. With all respect, of course. His actions may be strange but nothing untoward has happened yet." =/\= Understood, sir.=/\= Montague finished. "You concur, Commander?" Archibald asked then noticed the Commander looking away. "Excuse me?" Olorin called out. "Who goes there?" Archibald frowned and was about to ask the Commander who he was talking to when he suddenly heard a clicking sound at the end of corridor. He looked to the source of the sound and saw an officer, clad in gleaming white appear from around the corner. When the officer saw the group, he hastened his steps. He walked rigidly, like he was a robot. But his ponytail flopped from side to side, discouraging that thought, even if the rhythm of the swing was too precise to be actually human. (reply Olorin, Dale, Montro, Montague, Percival, any) (USS Mithrandir - Deck 3 - SciO Ensign Percival Bellephoron III - 14.58) "Excuse me? Who goes there?" Taking this as his cue, Percival inspected himself in a window for correct attire before he rounded the corridor towards a group of people. He had heard the group talking to each other and someone else via a comm badge but felt it prudent not to interrupt. It might appear that he, heaven forbid, might have been eavesdropping. Percival shivered involuntarily. He examined the group as he approached them. One Captain, one Commander, one Lieutenant (in teal!, might that be his superior officer?) and a ... was that a Logren? It was the Commander who had called out for him, obviously, as he was looking straight at Percival. However, should he answer the Commander, which would be proper as the Commander asked the question? Or should he address the highest ranking officer, therefore the Captain? This was a tricky situation, and one that could lead to an embarrassing situation. As Percival came to a halt, and carefully placed his bag beside him, and came properly to attention, he made a decision to address none and all. "Good folk, Sirs!" Percival finally responded. "My name is Ensign Percival Bellephoron the Third, son of Marquis Bellephoron of Warwickshire and Margareta Sigussi de Bourbon, holder of the Principality of Orange, and as such your faithful servant." Percival clicked his heels together and nodded. "Well met, Sirs. One was performing one's duty as newly appointed Science Officer to this grand vessel of the stars and as such perform a survey of the scientific equipment of said vessel of the stars  as Star Fleet has seen proper to equip her with." "On whose authority?" the Captain suddenly asked. Percival allowed himself a frown but just so that it could not be regarded as slight. "On authority of Star Fleet Regulations, Sir. Section 46, paragraph 7, subparagraph e. Upon boarding a new vessel a Star ...." "Thank you, the Captain said, " I do not believe any of us here needs reminding what the regulations state. I do wonder though, why you seem to have missed out subparagraph a: upon first boarding of a Star Fleet vessel the Star Fleet officer must report in to the highest authority on board." Percival smiled weakly. "I beg Good Sir's apology, I fear that I may have been carried away with the prospect of serving on such a grand vessel. However, and I do not wish to use this as excuse, my orders did not stipulate an identification of the highest authority on board. As the vessel was officially classed as being in dry dock, Regulations state that the highest authority lies with the base Commander for purposes of ship maintenance and repairs, but sub section 7c clearly states that said base Commander is not to be regarded as the highest authority with regards to personnel issues. I considered boarding a vessel to be a personnel issue hence I did not report on to the base Commander. Of course, if this is determined to be an oversight on my part, then I do profoundly apologise for my incorrect interpretation of the Regulations." The Captain regarded Percival for a second before turning to the Commander. "I think that's your call, Commander," he said. Percival regarded the Commander for a second then stepped in front of him and came to attention. "Sir, I have reason to believe that you are the highest ranking authority on this vessel. May I take this opportunity to profoundly claim a protest. The survey that I am currently undertaking has led me to believe that certain modifications have been made to this vessel which are against the class design rules as laid out by Star Fleet Design Corps. A number of laboratories have been replaced with non-scientific equipment, which will reduce the effectiveness of this vessel by at least 14% with regards to scientific capabilities. I pray good Sir to remember that although factually this 14% may be accurate, the actual reduction of science worthiness might increase or decrease depending on the outcome of the full survey. May I have good Sir's permission to carry on with this survey? I will of course endeavour to update good Sir as soon as the survey is concluded so that the full extent of the damage may be correctly determined." (reply Olorin, Dale, Montro, (if you wish, keeping in kind that a response will likely take a week to arrive, any) (Posted by Adrie Geuken) (Starbase Geneva - Deck 39, Engineering Access 72a - EO Petty Officer Markra - 1500) Never one to be tardy, and always trying to seem eager, Markra had arrived for duty early, as he always had done.  Somehow he thought that it would help him to fit in better, to be liked more by the people around him, but often all it did was to push others away from him further - claiming he was making them look bad, or he was after favouritism from the senior officers. Markra never really understood such things, so he continued to act as he wished in the vain hope that one day they would come around.  It was difficult enough for him to interact socially with the other humanoids, especially those that were actually human.  Although none of them had said so directly, Markra often thought they held prejudices against him because of the history between his people and those of Earth.  That had all been centuries before, and of an entirely different generation, but it seemed to some that wounds were so deep that they couldn't look past it and carry on.  On some levels, Markra couldn't blame them, so instead would do his best to do his job without bothering anyone. Markra was an engineer, and although he was usually assigned as repair crew to the various vessels that were docked at the time, today he had been given a different assignment.  He had been given the more physically challenging task of climbing through the access tube to repair a glitch in the power distribution nodules that supplied energy to the starship umbilical's. Right now, he was half way up a 90 foot access drop, clinging onto a ladder with one hand, and tampering with an open circuit board with the other.  He scanned the exposed circuit for a moment with his tricorder and studied the results briefly. "Hey Marki," called out a voice that echoed all around him.  "I got some good news for ya."  The voice originated from below, but due to nature of the metallic bulkheads, most any noise echoed and increased in volume.  Markra looked down the access tube that he was lodged in and saw small face sticking out from a hatch at the bottom of the drop, looking upwards at him.  It was his division head, who on this job was his partner "And what news is that?" he asked, looking back to his exposed circuitry and adjusting the frequency of his spanner.  Reaching in, he activated the tool and made some minor changes to the plasma regulator display. "They accepted your request to transfer," started other officer, who had by now begun to climb up the access to assist Markra with his job.  "You'll be able to get out of here in just a week or so." Although Markra found his position as an engineer acceptable, he had never really gotten the chance to work with his true passion.  Having specialised in the management of Energy fields, this kind of maintenance work held little more than a mild interest for him, so he had applied to transfer to an alternative position some weeks ago.  He was sure that a position as part of the Operations department would more enable him to more readily put his skills to good use. "Should be a good opportunity," said Markra, wanting to concentrate on his work right now, but in the back of his mind he couldn't help but wonder who he would be working with.  Little did Markra know that his new position would come with a transfer of posting too. (reply: none, any) (posted by Dave) (USS Mithrandir - Bridge - CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 1535) Archibald looked around the Bridge, after they had finished the tour. The science officer had remained behind on Deck 3, determined to finish his review of the available equipment before the day would end. The CO looked at the group of Star Fleet personnel. "Lieutenant, now that we have seen the FULL tour, what do you think? Would us being on a Nova be a viable proposition?" (Reply Dale) Archibald nodded then approached Olorin. "Commander, you seem to have become strangely attached to this little fleeball of a ship. So what are you going to do if we take her away from you? I AM currently one First Officer short. Of course, depending on my decision to take her. Not a ship of the line? To be honest I don't think I have seen a ship which was LESS a ship of the line than this one. But perhaps if the Civil War taught us anything, it is that weapons do not create peace, nor do they maintain peace indefinitely. Perhaps it is prudent that we get the chance to try other ways." Archibald fell silent as he stepped up to the command chair and felt the fabric move under his fingertips. "It is going to be different. Going forward to meet up with the past. The grand ideas, the resolutions, the stream of positive thinking. It's a re-awakening. The new road, the re-discovered country." Archibald fell silent. "To boldly go," he murmured. (reply by Olorin, Dale, Montro, any) (Reply Olorin, Dale, Montro, Montague, Percival, any) (posted by Adrie Geuken) (USS Mithrandir - Ready Room - CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 16.30) "For what it is worth, Captain, I believe you have made the right choice. I will inform Bupers. Linden out." Archibald nodded to the Admiral as his computer screen turned dark. He sat still for a second and sighed. He pursed his lips, shook his head and accessed the computer for a ship layout, then tapped his badge. "Captain Stakes to all Command crew of the USS Dennison, you are to attend a meeting held in the briefing room on Deck 1 of the USS Mithrandir at seventeen hundred hours precisely. All officers are to attend. Stakes out." (USS Mithrandir - Deck 1, Briefing Room - CO, Captain Archibald Stakes - 17.02) Archibald regarded the officers as most of them stood in the small room. That was something that would need to be changed. The room was clearly not suited for such a meeting which would mean that Archibald would have to hold meeting with a smaller part of the officers in future or find a way to allow more people in. Something for Engineering to work on, he mused. "Thank you all for attending on such a short notice," Archibald started the meeting. "This meeting is so you all know what is going to happen. Star Fleet has offered me command of this ship and at sixteen hundred and thirty hours today I have accepted the commission. I have arranged with the Admiral that I can take any officer and any crew member with me on this vessel, providing that there is space. This ship only holds 80 crew and any crew that can not be placed here will be transferred to other ships. But you all will be given a choice. The USS Mithrandir has just recently been completed, after work has been delayed due to the war requirements. She is configured for scientific exploration with slight modifications. Upon leaving this meeting, you all will receive a PADD containing all the information of the ship and crew needs. I would appreciate it of you could share the information with the crew in your department and come back to me or Commander Okita with the results. Which reminds me, Commander Okita has accepted to replace Commander West as my First Officer. I am sure you all will give him the same respect that you have shown Commander West." Archibald nodded at Olorin, then scanned the officers. "This vessel is now open for inspection to all. But beware that she is only a small ship and amenities will be limited." Archibald fell silent and looked in front of him. "Normally I would now open the floor and ask for questions or comments. This situation, however, is different and therefore I think we should leave it here. If required I, or Commander Okita, will be available for one to one sessions. And that is basically it, all. Dismissed." (Reply by ALL, any) (Posted by Adrie Geuken)