Compile#1 April 01-02 (USS Rosenante & USS Boudicca- Joint Mission) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Just Another Saturday Night Day: 1 Stardate: 2413.12.30 Compile Summary (Freighter Moarvol, Bridge, Captain Galzoth, Day 1- 0900) (Freighter Moarvol, Cargo Hold, Narrator, Day 1- 0945) (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 1- 1000) (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - ACEO Lt. JG Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1000) (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge, aSec Ensign sg Sanok, 1002) (USS Rosenante, Bridge, ACOPS - Robert Smith , Day 1- 1006) (USS Boudicca - Bridge - Captain Durand - 1015) (USS Boudicca - Main Engineering - aCEO Ensign Anton Gesar - 1016) (USS Boudicca - Main Engineering - ACEO Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 1017) (USS Boudicca -Jessica's Quarters - ATAC/SC Ensign(jg) Jessica Signos - 1018) (USS Boudicca - FO's Office - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 1 - 1019) (USS Boudicca - Main Engineering - ACEO Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 1020*) (USS Boudicca - Ready Room - Captain Durand - 1021) (USS Boudicca - Captain's Ready Room - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 1 - 1022) (USS Boudicca - Ready Room - Captain Durand - 1023) (USS Boudicca - Main Engineering - ACEO Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 1027) (USS Rosenante, Ready room, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 1- 1030) (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters - FO - Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 1035) (USS Boudicca -Jessica's Quarters - ATAC/SC Ensign(jg) Jessica Signos - 1123) (Starbase 989 - Promenade - ATAC/SC Ensign(jg) Jessica Signos - 1130) (USS Boudicca - Astrometrics Lab - ACMO Basil Candle - Day 1 - 11:44) (Starbase 989 - Promenade - ACEO Lt JG Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1215) (USS Boudicca/Starbase - ACMO Basil Candle - Day 1 - 12:27) (Starbase 989 - Promenade - ACEO Lt. JG Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1228) (Starbase 989 - Promenade - ACMO Ensign Basil Candle - Day 1 - 1231) (Starbase 989 - Promenade - Lt. JG Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1232) (Starbase 989, Promenade, SO Ensign Mike Rosenbauer, Day 1- 1250) (Starbase 989, RJs, aSec Lieutenant jg Sanok, 1255) (USS Rosenante, Crew Quarters, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1300) (Starbase 989, The County Cork, SO Ensign Mike Rosenbauer, Day 1- 1350) (Starbase 989 - Promenade - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 13.53) (USS Rosenante - Docked SB 989 Operations Office Lt Tom Jackson 2O/COPS Day 1 1400) (USS Rosenante -Sickbay- Combat Nurse E’Mpak - Day 1 1403) (USS Rosenante - Docked - SB 989 Promenade Lt Tom Jackson 2O/COPS Day 1 1405) (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters - ACMO Ensign Sam Lopez,day 1- 1436) (Starbase 989 - Promenade - ACMO Ensign Sam Lopez- Day 1 - 1440) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Freighter Moarvol, Bridge, Captain Galzoth, Day 1- 0900) Galzoth smiled a large toothy grin which made the Tellarite look more perturbed than happy to be back in Federation space. His eyes sparkled with the promise of the massive pay-off that sat in his holds. The 200,000 tons of raw Magnesite ore that he and his crew had collected over the last month had the promise to make them all wealthy beyond their wildest dreams. The scans of the ore had shown it to be uncommonly pure, and mining it hadn't been particularly complex. They had used plasma charges to blow apart the hard rocky parts of the asteroids that they had gathered in the Zeta Draconis system, in order to get to the ore rich centers. The advantage to running a mining freighter was that you didn't need a crusher ship to separate the ore from the chaff, so to speak, the Moarvol was one of the last of an aged dying breed of multipurpose freighters. And as far as Galzoth was aware she was the last of her type that still plied the lanes anywhere near this sector of space. But that meant a few other things as well. It meant that the ship was always in need of repair, as aging equipment broke down or malfunctioned. he and his crew had been particularly lucky on this run, nothing major, except for a few of the crew quarters replicators, had failed on this trip. He watched the main view screen, the smile on his face never wavering, as Starbase 989 slowly crept closer and closer. His crew were long overdue for some downtime, and Galzoth had to make arrangements with the Starbase's ship yards to conduct some repairs, modifications and upgrades that he had been putting off for the last six months. But now that he had a hold full of some of the richest Magnesite he had seen in a very long time, he knew that those upgrades could easily be managed and that there would still be a sizable chunk of credits coming back to the crew as payment for their hard work on this run. He looked over his small four man crew. Tegra The ship's mining officer and Chief Medical Officer. While she wasn't a fully licensed doctor, she was the best that he could afford at the time. Her Andorian features were repulsive to him on a cultural level, but she more than made up for her repugnance by being an exceptionally proficient mining officer, and besides, she did as she was told, which for an Andorian was a miracle. Then there was Lovall, The ship's pilot. The Denobulan was the always curious chatterbox that his entire species emulated. His constant fact-quoting and stories about his extended-extended family were the stuff of legend. It had been said by at least three other ship's crew that he could drive you insane just with tales about his family. And in as much as the Denobulan didn't ever shut up long enough to breathe, he was also the best mining freighter pilot that Galzoth had ever seen. He could line a spinning asteroid up with the bay so perfectly and time it's rotation so well that the space rock would all but harvest itself. It had proven an asset on more than one occasion when the Moarvol's tractor beam assemblies had malfunctioned. Vrek Seg was a Nausicaan. A massive brute of an individual, that although aggressive and incredibly intimidating to those that didn't know him, was a hard working member of the ship's crew. He was the ship's cargo and load master, and Galzoth could not have been happier to have him. He could load ore faster than any being Galzoth had ever seen, himself included. And finally there was Nose. The human engineer that Galzoth thought was a entity worthy of divine worship, if such was to be found anywhere. She was frail looking, but as tough as any Klingon that Galzoth had ever met. The Human woman was an ex-Starfleet engineer. And the old adage that Starfleet officers delivered miracles three times a day before lunch could never have been more true. They called Kaylee Nose because she had a nose for trouble. The woman seemed able to diagnose mechanical problems almost before they could become a serious issue. She was smart and antisocial, which served Galzoth just fine. He could care less about how they spent their time or money as long as they did their jobs. "Approaching port space." Lovall said aloud as the Moarvol, approached the outer marker to the Starbase, between statements about his thirty-third nephew on his second wife's side of the family, who had apparently just turned seven. Galzoth grunted at the story, told now for the third time since they left port a week and a half ago. "Get the Starbase on the channel." he ordered, "And be quite for a while will you Lovall, you're giving me another headache." The Denobulan guffawed for a while as Vrek opened the channel to the Starbase. "It is open." he said simply. "Starbase 989, this is the Tellarite registered mining freighter Moarvol, we are carrying a heavy shipment of Magnesite ore bound for bulk holding bin, sixty-three sigma. Requesting permission to dock to off-load cargo." There was a moment's pause as the Starbase verified their cargo delivery destination before they replied, =^= Moarvol, welcome to Starbase 989, you are cleared to dock on industrial docking ring six-three-sigma. Slow to port speed and maneuver into position.=^= "Understood, 989 control. we are slowing to port speed and coming about for docking maneuvers to industrial docking ring six-three-sigma. Moarvol out." He closed the channel with a press of the button on his arm-rest and then issued his orders to his Denobulan pilot. "Let's comply with the Starbase Lovall. The sooner we can get docked the sooner we can all enjoy some leave time." "Yes, too true captain." Lovall replied amidst the happy noises made by the rest of the ship's small crew. They'd been on runs solid for seven months. It was long time that they finally have some down-time. (reply none yet) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Freighter Moarvol, Cargo Hold, Narrator, Day 1- 0945) Piles of glistening dark-faceted metal filled the massive hold of the Moarvol as the ship slid into position next to the unloading dock sixty-three sigma. The harshness of the vacuum of space was only just barely mitigated here, as the ambient thermal bleed from the inhabited portions of the ship warmed the massive hold that would otherwise be a perfect match for the frigid expanses of space. There was no atmosphere, no radiation shielding, no heat or even light. The hold was nothing more than a large rectangular compartment connected to a grinder and transporter assembly. When in operation, entire asteroids would be maneuvered or tractored into the impressive maw of rotating tritanium teeth, to be ground up into chunks the size of a man's hand. Of those chunks, those that were rich in metal ores, in this case Magnesite would be magnetically separated away from the non-desirable materials such as rock and silica. Once separated, that metal would pass through an industrial transporter which would transport it into the cavernous belly of the Moarvol. Normally the very destructive nature of the separation process would destroy almost anything that passed through the grinders, but they had a size limit, in that they didn't usually grind anything down to a size of less than roughly four or five inches. that meant that occasionally oddities would end up in the mix, which would require further refinement to eradicate impurities. The shipment that was filling the hold of the Moarvol was of excellent quality. The asteroids that her crew had detected were comprised of almost pure Magnesite ore, and there had been enough of them to completely fill the compartment, a feat that the crew had not been able to accomplish in recent months. But Magnesite wasn't the only thing in her hold. Besides, the few impurities, there lurked something much more insidious and much more dangerous. A small insect -like creature whose hardiness allowed it to call the radiation and cold-filled expanses of deep space home. Their hard outer shells were made of the same Magnesite upon which they fed. They moved almost invisibly through the layers of the ore, eating breeding an laying clutches of eggs. When the scans took place to insure that there was no one alive in the compartment before transport began, they didn't detect the already significant number of the creatures, wriggling through the ground up remains of their asteroid home. So they along with their food-source was transported into a massive cylindrical bulk holding tank on Starbase 989, to await the next stage of the processing cycle. That process wasn't scheduled to begin for another four days. The Starbase's industrial work details had no idea that in four days, it would be far too late. (reply none) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 1- 1000) Ahmed sat in the Observation lounge regarding the assembled personnel that made up the Rosenante's officer corps. They had just finished updating him on the status of the ship's upgrades, maintenance and systems modifications that he had ordered when they had originally arrived at the Starbase. "Well that concludes the departmental reports." Ahmed said, "and with everything that ended up happening over the last few days with the murder investigation, systems upgraded and the like, I think that we should all take a very real break now." he allowed himself a smile. "I have successfully petitioned command for an extension to our leave status. I felt that as CO, this crew didn't have nearly the time needed to relax as was originally intended. So with that in mind, we will be undergoing one additional ten day cycle of shore leave, beginning at 1200 hours today and to end no later than 1200 hours on Stardate 2414.01.10. All crew are authorized full leave, although special permission is required for any personnel wishing to depart the Starbase during that time." He paused for a moment. "Now before we move to our preparations for a proper leave, I have a few more items on my agenda." "First among them is a word of appreciation to those of you that helped solve the murder of Captain Taylor as well as uncovering a serious need for other members of the Starbase's senior staff to be reviewed. The Judge Advocate's office will be dispatching investigators to follow-up on the evidence of corruption among this facilities senior staff, but in the meantime, the officers in question will not be relieved until the JAG office have reached their decision." "You should also be aware that all judgments made by the tournament panel are also under review and that the Association for Competitive Martial Training that oversees the tournament every year will most likely be invalidating several of the judges scores and may even reassess the placements of competitors based on captured holographic data made of the tournament." "Finally, the Holographic assassin program has been successfully decompiled and the source code destroyed. It was felt that the application of such technology could be nothing but baneful to the fleet and to the ideals of the Federation." "Ensign Sanok, Front and center please." Ahmed called out as he stood. (reply Sanok) "For service and dedication to the ideals of the United Federation of Planets, and in recognition of your ongoing initiative and skill, I hereby promote you to the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade." Ahmed opened the hardwood box that he held in his left hand and withdrew the hollow rank pip that it contained. He placed it expertly on the Vulcan's collar next to his Solid pip, denoting his change in rank. "Congratulations, Lieutenant." He said and shook the newly minted lieutenant's hand. (reply Sanok) Still standing, Ahmed continued once Sanok had returned to his seat at the table. "Ensign Ichijo, front and center." (reply Ichijo) As the woman arrived in front of him, Ahmed smiled and repeated the promotion process. "For service and dedication to the ideals of the United Federation of Planets, and in recognition of your ongoing initiative and skill, I hereby promote you to the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade." "Congratulations, Lieutenant." He said and shook the newly minted lieutenant's hand. (reply Ichijo) Once she had seated herself, Ahmed continued. "Ensign O'Neill, front and center." "For service and dedication to the ideals of the United Federation of Planets, and in recognition of your ongoing initiative and skill, I hereby promote you to the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade." he repeated as he added the pip to the man's collar. (reply O'Neill) "Congratulations, Lieutenant." He said and shook the newly minted lieutenant's hand. (reply O'Neill) With the happy business concluded, Ahmed smiled again and stated, "Department heads, make arrangements to release your personnel for Shore leave. You are dismissed." (reply O'Neill, Ichijo, Sanok, Any) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Observation Lounge - ACEO Lt. JG Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1000) Eian couldn't help but zone out during the departmental briefs. When it came time for engineering, he quickly answered as he should have, and gave the appropriate updates on the tactical targeting array and shield upgrades. But then he went back to his mental depiction of the Spanish-American War, set to the soundtrack of an old holovid about King Arthur. However, before he knew it, they were discussing the murder case and the Spanish-American War ground to a halt as Eian's focus shifted back to the meeting. He kept the King Arthur soundtrack, though. And just when he thought he was going to be dismissed, the Captain called Sanok to the front and promoted him! ~Hm, if Sanok's getting a promotion...~ next was Dr. Ichijo. ~This is looking good,~ he thought, though he didn't get his hopes up. As he reached the part of the soundtrack where Sir Lancelot, one of King Arthur's closest allies, crossed a dangerous patch of ice to meet their Roman foes, Captain Salid ordered, "Ensign O'Neill, front and center." ~Shore leave *and* a promotion,~ Eian thought, barely able to contain his grin. "For service and dedication to the ideals of the United Federation of Planets, and in recognition of your ongoing initiative and skill, I hereby promote you to the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade." "Thank you, Sir," Eian said with pride, and stood a little taller as the Captain pinned the new pip on his collar. "Congratulations, Lieutenant," the Captain said, and shook Eian's hand. "It's an honor, Sir," he responded, allowing his grin to widen as he took his seat again. "Department heads," the Captain concluded, "make arrangements to release your personnel for Shore leave. You are dismissed." Eian stood. ~Shore leave, a promotion, *and* the meeting's over before I even got to Commodore Dewey's victory. This is gonna be one excellent day. I think I need a Guinness.~ He smiled at his fellow officers and offered his congratulations to Sanok and Dr. Ichijo, and then exited the Observation Lounge. (no reply necessary) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Observation Lounge, aSec Ensign sg Sanok, 1002) Though still docked at SB 989 for the last 12 days, the officers and crew of the Rosenante had not had the chance to spend time there, as the Rosenante had undergone massive upgrades, modifications, repairs, and addition personnel training. It had been a very busy time, which Sanok preferred, but even he had to admit that some down time was a good idea. So, when Captain Salid had officially begun shore leave once all the reports had been given, Sanok decided that even he would spend some time on the base. The challenge would be to find a way to admit that to Ben without making it seem as though Ben had prevailed in their friendly battle over whether or not Sanok would spend any time off the ship. He was ready for the meeting to be adjourned, when the captain said something totally unexpected. "Ensign Sanok. Front and center, please." With one eyebrow raised as he looked at Ben, who was sitting next to him, Sanok got up and approached the captain. A promotion? It was an achievement to be desired, but Sanok had not considered this would happen. "Thank you, Captain," said Sanok. When he returned to his seat, he nodded to Ben. When the meeting had come to a conclusion, Eian O'Neill and Dr. Ichijo had also received promotions. It was a good day indeed. (reply any iyw) (posted by Bob) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Bridge, ACOPS - Robert Smith , Day 1- 1006) Robert was at the ops console running a few diagnostic tests on the computer system. There was nothing wrong with the computer as the console in front of his showed that it was running at pea efficiency. It just gave him the opportunity to check out the few routine upgrades that had been installed while they were at starbase 989. He glanced around the quiet bridge he had the early shift which he liked as it got him out of bed early and meant that he could have the evenings to him self. The boss was his wife to be probably planning their wedding and Lieutenant Yalix was having some down time. He was glad that every thing was quiet especially since all problems dealing with the murder. The console softly beeped and he returned his attention to what he was doing. (Reply any) (Posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Bridge - Captain Durand - 1015) Durand looked up at the main viewscreen and stopped what he had been doing for a moment. Starbase 989 was in visual range, and he gave it his professional appraisal. He had never been here before, and new things always interested him. The Boudicca had spent the last two-odd months on patrol, cataloging stellar phenomena. More than once he had idly speculated exactly what a vessel so short staffed in her science department was doing on a scientific mission, but he soldiered on as ordered. That didn’t stop his speculation, however. The Boudicca had moved directly from her rescue mission at Jahdara III over two months ago into their science assignment. Even more oddly, they had not been tasked to return to the assignment from which they had been diverted when the distress call from Jahdara had come in. What of the mission to monitor the Subspace River? Had some other vessel taken that task? He had made some discreet inquiries, but turned up nothing, and he had enough to handle without meddling in fleet issues that were far above his paygrade. Without a port call in all this time, he could tell the crew was getting a bit restless. Veterans that most of them were, it was still understandable that they needed a little downtime. ~Good to stretch your legs once in a while,~ he mused. They hadn’t had anything even close to a reason for an away team, so not a single soul had left the ship since the last crew beamed up from Jahdara III. Time to change that. "Mister Roberts, open a channel to the station." "Channel open, sir." "Starbase 989 docking control, this is the USS Boudicca. Requesting permission to approach and dock." The pause was brief indeed. Evidently traffic was light today. "Boudicca, this is docking control. Permission granted to approach and dock at pylon four. Welcome to Starbase 989." "Helm, approach course, one quarter impulse." He peered more closely at the viewscreen, then spoke to Roberts again. "Mister Roberts, magnification factor four on the main viewscreen please." The image zoomed up so that the entire screen was filled with the image of the station. The object of Durand’s attention became immediately clear. "That is indeed a starship I see," he mused aloud. "Rosenante class, if I’m not mistaken." Roberts turned in his chair to face the Captain. "Correct sir. Registry numbers confirm, that is, in fact the USS Rosenante... Captain Salid commanding." As they had been speaking, the bulk of the station loomed large. The viewscreen adjusted the image accordingly. "Captain, station proximity. Impulse engines disengaged, switching to maneuvering thrusters for terminal guidance and propulsion." "Very well helm. Approach and dock at your discretion." The young officer played his hands over the controls like a concert pianist, his skill belying his youth. Durand smiled in silent approval as he was once again pleased with the performance of the ship’s crew. Several moments passed, then the gentlest of thumps as the mighty starship was safely cradled by the station. "Thrusters at station keeping sir, docking clamps engaged." He had risen and was standing just behind the helmsman. Durand patted him lightly on the shoulder. "Nicely done Mister Daniels. Stop all engines. Permission granted to engage support umbilicals and shift the energy load to the station at the Chief Engineer’s discretion. He walked back to the center seat and tabbed the shipwide comm. "Attention all hands, this is the Captain. We are docked at Starbase 989. I want to thank all of you for your hard work and a job well done. Shore leave is hereby authorized for all off duty personnel. Enjoy yourselves. Durand out. He turned back to Roberts. "Mister Roberts, please send my greetings to the Station CO. Contact Captain Salid with my compliments, and ask him if he would care to meet with me at a time and place of his convenience. Also, ask Commander Caskie to join me in my ready room, please." "Aye aye sir." (Reply Station CO iyw, Capt. Salid, Cmdr Caskie, ALL Boudicca personnel, Any) (Posted by Russ) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Main Engineering - aCEO Ensign Anton Gesar - 1016) Anton's station flashed with the message that the stop all engines command had been given. As well as the permission to engage support umbilicals and shift the energy load to the station. "Alright everyone here we go. Ensign Enright engage the support umbilicals and shift energy load to the station on my command." Anton keyed in a few commands into his console. "Now Ensign." "Ok, Mr.Jacobs you may begin the warp core shut down procedure." (Reply Jacobs) The warp core was in need on maintenance. Nothing major, but Anton had not been able to do the kind of inspection of some of the engineering systems like he wanted to since becoming the acting Chief engineer. Lorimar knew every corner and every system intimately and Anton felt it was his duty to honor the responsibility that was given him. That and he'd been dying to dig around in the things one doesn't get to during normal operations. He took a moment to reflect on his ACEO. Truly the 2 months of patrolling and cataloging stellar phenomena gave very little opportunity to see what the new engineer was made of. Sure he can replace an EPS conduit, reprogram transporter subroutines and repair a replicator, but he has yet to be tested under real pressure. Still, at times he felt unqualified to judge potential. He has only been CEO for two months and acting CEO at that. Despite having been through some serious life and career learning experiences since joining the ship there were times he felt as green as the Jacobs. Sometimes he still wished Lorimar was still in charge to give him some of that Bob wisdom. He had plenty of opportunity to have a talk with Bob the last two months but somehow just could not muster up the courage. Deep inside he felt like he took something from him. He knew it was a foolish notion. Command made the decision to move Lorimar to the Advanced Theoretical Technologies Unit, but he knew that Bob would have rather stayed. And so, other than the occasional brief hello in passing or the engineering discussion whenever the ATT Unit needed engineering resources Anton has not spoken much to him. It was just then that his train of thought was broken as the warp core shut down procedure had begun. (Reply Jacobs) (Posted by Oleg Kislyuk) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Main Engineering - ACEO Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 1017) The order had been given to begin the warp core shut down procedure. "Aye, sir," Henry replied as he maneuvered over to the warp core work station. "Computer begin warp core shut down, transfer power distribution to my station." In a move to demonstrate his skill and just plane show off, Jacobs manually decreased power output from the warp core to the rest of the ship. The way his fingers moved like a surgeon's simulated the finesse a doctor uses when performing a heart transplant. Essentially that is what he was doing, he was separating the ship from its life source. As the energy levels decreased Jacobs noticed the warp core illuminated less and less until the point where he had finished his task and the warp core was powered down. ~It is finished, the heart stopped beating~ "Sir, now that we have some free time are we gonna take care of some of those repairs and overhauls. We finally have the time to get dirty and see why she ticks so well." (Reply Gesar, any) (Posted by Darryl) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca -Jessica's Quarters - ATAC/SC Ensign(jg) Jessica Signos - 1018) She was putting away uniforms and getting her room in order when the voice came over the ships com. =/\= Attention all hands, this is the Captain. We are docked at Starbase 989. I want to thank all of you for your hard work and a job well done. Shore leave is hereby authorized for all off duty personnel. Enjoy yourselves. Durand out. =/\= "What?" She bolted up, "Shore Leave." Has the young ensign mumbled to herself about all the things she needed to get done. Practically diving into her closet looking for the right thing to wear, possible options were placed to the side others were thrown across the room, has she searched. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - FO's Office - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 1 - 1019) Josh was simply going through her last minute bits of paperwork. To be honest there wasn't a great deal except for one report that she needed to finally bring to the Captain's attention. She knew that this could indeed cause all sorts of problems and given that tomorrow was Hogmanay she was loath to bring it to his attention since for once in her Starfleet Career she had the option of celebrating Hogmnanay somewhere else other that on whatever ship she happened to be serving on. The pull of putting the report padd to the bottom of the list was strong and Josh seriously thought about it for a minute or so. Right up until Roberts contacted her. =/\= Cmdr Caskie please report to the Captain in the Ready Room.=./\= Josh sighed, she had no other option now. Picking up her padd and tapping her comm badge she smiled. "Caskie here, On my way." --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Main Engineering - ACEO Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 1020*) "Sir, now that we have some free time are we gonna take care of some of those repairs and overhauls. We finally have the time to get dirty and see why she ticks so well." "Yes well, take it easy Ensign, this is going to be a coordinated effort. With the system shut off we can run a level 1 diagnostic. If we start now and we stay on track we should be able to finish by 1730 hours. Ensign Jacobs you will be concentrating here in Main Engineering. The articulation frame and the crystal chamber, I want a full level 1 diagnostic. I will be on Deck 22 with CPO Tremlen's team, we'll be working on the Anti-matter systems and Ensign Enright will be on Deck 14, Deuterium tanks. Any questions? " (Reply Any) "In that case lets get this done people." (Reply Jacobs, Enright iyw, any) (Posted by Oleg Kislyuk) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Ready Room - Captain Durand - 1021) Alan had relocated to his ready room after the Boudicca docked. He was going over duty rosters and reviewing departmental reports so he wouldn’t have to do them later. Something he had, however, been putting off came to mind as he waited for Caskie to arrive. "Captain’s log, stardate 2413.12.30. We have arrived, finally, at Starbase 989, after completing a ‘scientific patrol’ assignment. The crew performed admirably, certainly no less well than I would have expected. I’ve come to learn that Dorga ‘cha Nooras, and Susan Rivers before her, have left me with a well drilled, high spirited, and professional crew. The engineering, medical, tactical, and operations staffs are all keeping the Boudicca and her company in good shape. Our science department is woefully understaffed at the moment, but I’m hoping that we will get some fresh faces there soon. Our rescue and recovery operations on Jahdara III were successful, in that we mitigated the situation as best we could. The loss of life was staggering, but there was nothing we could have hoped to do differently given our response time after the fact. The crew is, I believe, looking forward to some well deserved shore leave. I may even venture forth myself. End log entry. Durand, Alan G., Commanding Officer." (Reply None) (Posted by Russ) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Captain's Ready Room - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 1 - 1022) Pressin the chime and entering Josh smiled at Captain Durand. "You wanted to see me Sir?" (Reply Durand) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Ready Room - Captain Durand - 1023) The Boudicca’s acting First Officer smiled at Durand as she entered. He wasn’t even tempted to return it. He had just finished his log recording and now he had to deal with a much more serious issue. "Please have a seat Commander, we have an issue to resolve. Computer, lock the door." [Ready Room door locked.] After Caskie had settled in, he got right to the point. "Commander, as you recall I tasked you with something very confidential and important before we left orbit of Jahdara III. Have you been able to complete that assignment?" (Reply Caskie, Room for more) After she finished, he leaned back in his chair and tapped a PADD he had on the desk in front of him. His expression took on an even graver look. "I have done some research in anticipation of your findings. There is plenty of precedent of course... which is sad, but fortunate. At least we won’t be working in the dark, whatever we decide to do." He paused again briefly, then did what he was best at: plain and direct speech. "Commander, if you were on *this* side of the desk, what would you recommend?" (Reply Caskie, Room for more) (Posted by Russ) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Main Engineering - ACEO Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 1027) "Yes well, take it easy Ensign, this is going to be a coordinated effort. With the system shut off we can run a level 1 diagnostic. If we start now and we stay on track we should be able to finish by 1730 hours. Ensign Jacobs you will be concentrating here in Main Engineering. The articulation frame and the crystal chamber, I want a full level 1 diagnostic. I will be on Deck 22 with CPO Tremlen's team, we'll be working on the Anti-matter systems and Ensign Enright will be on Deck 14, Deuterium tanks. Any questions? " "Aye,sir, Main Engineering," Jacobs responded. He scanned his comrades to see if anyone had a question and then watched as each went to their designated sections. Jacobs didn't mind staying onboard the ship after docking at starbase 989. Jacobs had been on the Boudicca just over two months and still really didn't get accustomed to engineering. It was good however the rest of the crew was getting shore leave, it seemed like they needed it. Jacobs grabbed four padds from his workstation and moved over to the warp core.~alrighty time to get some work done.~ He walked to the back of the warp core and opened the dilthium chamber. He pulled the crystals out and placed them on the floor and began scanning them with his engineering tricorder. The tricorder beeped multiple times as Jacobs ran the tricorder over the crystals out in from of him. He then logged the readings into a padd. "Computer run a level 1 diagnostic on the warp core articulation frame. Log all findings in file Jacobs Beta two and transfer to padd at the main workstation." =^=Jacobs to Ensign Gesar. Level 1 Diagnostic underway. Awaiting further commands=^= (Reply Gesar, anyone wanting in) (Posted by Darryl) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Ready room, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 1- 1030) After the briefing had let up Ahmed had returned to his ready room for a little light reading. In front of him were a series of official requests for information from the judge Advocate's Office. There was a lot of information to be had and a great deal of finger pointing to go alongside it. As the senior ranking officer on the Station, at least for the time being, he was technically acting as the commanding officer for two ships. The Rosenante and unofficially for the Starbase, although the later was only in a very light supervisory position, in light of the rampant allegations of Graft and corruption that had been uncovered during the murder investigation of Captain Taylor, the Starbase's Prior CO. Still Krawl seemed to be on the level, if not at least a little bit green for the job. The Andorian officer seemed to be handling things well enough without Ahmed's meddling, although the captain still felt it wise to read a number of reports as they were issued b every department head on the station including those that he had ordered Krawl to provide to him as well. He placed his PADD containing the morning's station reports on his desk and stepped over to the replicator to conjure up a pot of Turkish coffee and some pomegranate tarts which he placed on his desk to enjoy while he read. He then misted the two potted palm trees in the ready room before finally taking a seat at the desk. He still owed himself two minutes or so of relaxation before moving on to the next stage of his duties and so Ahmed spun his chair outward to take a look at the few starships that were approaching or leaving the station. He squinted for a moment as he tried to make out the details of one of the ships that seemed somehow familiar to him. but after a moment or two he relaxed his eyes and just took in the entire scene as it happened. After a minute or so, the ship that he had been trying to resolve visually some time before, finally got close enough to be identified without visual aid. And while her registry wasn't visible at this distance, her sleek form and style was unmistakable to any engineer worth his salt. She was a Keltoi Class ship. One of the dedicated warships serving in the Federation's Starfleet. Of course she had been refitted, as had most of the ship's in the fleet to a more peaceful role of exploration; but her lines were there, just like the Rosenante's hinting at the predator that she once was. She was sleek, sexy and deadly, everything a Captain could respect in a starship. The vessel turned away, granting Ahmed the luxury of showing him her port profile. She passed by effortlessly, with a sense of grace that told volumes about her Helmsman. She was a professionally run ship. Once the vessel had slid out of sight, Ahmed turned back towards his desk with a sigh only to be interrupted by the chirp of the communicator worn on the breast of his tunic. =^=Lieutenant Xim to the captain.=^= the familiar voice of his gamma watch officer demanded over the open channel. Ahmed smiled before tapping his badge in reply, ~ That's my Xim, always all business.~ me mused as he replied, "Go ahead Mister Xim." =^= Captain, we've received a communication from the Boudicca. =^= ~Captain River's old command.~ Ahmed recalled instantly, ~now commanded by Captain Durand.~ "Go ahead Mister Xim." Ahmed prompted. =^= The message is brief sir. It says that Captain Durand extends his compliments and would like to know if you would care to meet with him at a time and place of your choosing. I am uncertain as to why he is complementing you. Besides your good service record, I am unaware of any special achievements or accomplishments that you have recently received.=^= The Betelgeusean explained. Ahmed chuckled lightly, "It is simply a traditional naval form of greeting between ship captains. It was customary to greet a fellow commanding captain or flag officer with Compliments and to offer them an invitation to the Captain's table or to discuss things, mostly news and conditions whenever they met. It dates back to the 15th or 16th century I believe." =^= I understand.=^= Xim replied, =^= Do you have a response for him then?=^= Ahmed smiled again, "I do, Lieutenant. Please inform captain Durand that his compliments are appreciated and returned and that I would like to invite him to lunch at the Captain's Table here aboard the Rosenante at 1200 hours. Also advise him that the invitation is extended to his First officer as well." =^= Yes captain. Is there anything else?=^= "One last thing, Please advise Commander Sullivan to attend the lunch as well, advise her that we will be greeting captain Durand and company in the transporter at 1150 hours today. After that Mister Xim there will be nothing else." =^= Aye captain, Xim out.=^= The channel closed and Ahmed returned to his report reading. (reply Durand, Boudicca, Caskie, Sullivan) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters - FO - Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 1035) T'Larah came out of the lavatory. Her quarters was the same tranquil haven it had always been. ~That sonic shower was just what I needed to clear my head.~ She found her thoughts drifting else where. Pondering on choices she had and had not taken in the past, even all the way back to the academy. Still lost in thought she had not noticed the gray tail twitching behind the furniture. The perfect predator jumped out from behind a piece of furniture clearing the distance in an instant, and landed on T'Larah's torso with a thump. She caught him more out of reflex then on purpose. The reflexes had developed over time, a psychological deterrent from Norman digging his claws into her sternum. She spoke clearly to the animal, "Norman, I know you don't want me to go, but I've got to get back to work." The feline responded to the Vulcan's tone rather then the words, "MEOW!" the tabby protested, but jumped down to the floor anyway. As Sullivan was just about to put her uniform jacket on a message came in. (Reply Lt Xim) "Yes Lieutenant, go ahead." (Reply Lt Xim) "I understand, did the Captain tell you if this was a dress mess event or duty uniform?" (Reply Lt Xim) "Thank you Lieutenant, I will be at the transporter room 1150 hours." (Reply Lt Xim) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca -Jessica's Quarters - ATAC/SC Ensign(jg) Jessica Signos - 1123) Some time later, after the tornado that Jessica had become ransacked her room, she was ready. Wearing a, long sleeved, red top with a silver cross in the middle. That came down to a black skirt that came just to her mid-calf. After that were black leggings that came just above the knees. on her feet she wore black slip on's that completed the outfit. Her hair was pulled into two small pony tails tied in with black ribbon, allowing the rest of of her midnight hair to flow softly down her back. A small amount of make up was applied to her eyes to bring there sparkling emerald color. She swept a small piece of her bangs out of her eyes to look herself over once more before departing her room. She grabbed her com badge and found a desecrate place for it, so if she was needed back at the ship she was easly contacted. With everything settled She made her way to the air dock and off the Boudicca. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Promenade - ATAC/SC Ensign(jg) Jessica Signos - 1130) Jessica crossed the threshold from the Boudicca into Starbase989, and was transported to a different world. There where vendors selling their wares from near and far. Smells from a dozen restaurants, all which smelled almost to good to be true. She let herself get lost in it all for a moment, and only a moment before she thought... ~What to do now.~ She wondered the Promenade, looking at all the sights and people. "First, I think I'll get a bite to eat then go to one of the gardens." She spoke more to herself than to anyone in particular. "But which place to go." There were so many choices. It was moments like these she did not mind losing herself to the child she appeared to be. She was there to live on a whim and a thought. She found a place a small, little restaurant that specialized in salads that were made from the gardens on the station. ~real food~ She thought. Has she entered and placed an order. Soon she was back on the Promenade, at a table enjoying her meal. Slowly eating, humming a small tune and watching everyone wondering by. (reply none need, but always welcome.) (posted by Matthew Locke.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Astrometrics Lab - ACMO Basil Candle - Day 1 - 11:44) Stellar cartography . The missions are usually synonymous with the people that work in astrometrics, steady, yet unexciting. From what Basil could gather when he was at the academy Starfleet used them to fill in gaps between major missions, sometimes it’s a test for a new crew or even a punishment. Whatever the reasons the Boudicca had been doing some and Basil was stuck helping out. It might seem unusual for an assistant medical officer to do such a thing but when Basil left the academy he left a science officer not medical. Basil was proficient in a number of fields, not an expert far from it but his experience … no earlier life on board Freighters had taught him many things. Skill diversity and flexibility was the main stay. Some crews were lucky to have stable core members others chopped and changed like a Ferengi’s loyalty. It was the previous Captain, Rivers, that saw his history and realised that having someone that could fill a few posts in times of need was important. None more so than now. For whatever reasons the Boudicca crew was, perhaps not a skeleton crew, but at least a little malnourished. The science department seemed to be on the leaner side and the new captain , Durand, had realised that Basil could be more help there. Not that his usual post in medical was ignored, on no, Doctor "Casket’ made sure of that. That was the name people called her, mainly because of him. He had been nicknamed Dr "Vampire" because of his own frame, slight stooped and a almost permanent seemingly underfed body. Match that with his night shift on the Boudicca then it was easy for those down below to come up with that. In the months that he had spent cataloguing a variety of Stars, gaseous anomalies, aiding the final treatments of the radiation poisoning some of the crew got, Basil hadn’t has time to consider the offer that was still awaiting a proper reply apart from "I’ll need time to think about it" Freighter Captain, a ship of his own, no more Starfleet, no more taking orders he could travel the space ways at his own leisure. He was broken from his thoughts by the Captain’s annoucement, =/\= Attention all hands, this is the Captain. We are docked at Starbase 989. I want to thank all of you for your hard work and a job well done. Shore leave is hereby authorized for all off duty personnel. Enjoy yourselves. Durand out. =/\= He was expecting it. The remaining crew still in the lab started to put away, neatly, their work, there was only so much gas a scientist could take. The captain was right they did all deserve it. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Promenade - ACEO Lt JG Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1215) After the pleasant news of his new promotion, Eian had decided to hang out on the Promenade, have a Guinness to celebrate, and try to meet some new people. He knew the Boudicca had recently docked and he knew there was a cargo vessel that was supposed to have docked this morning. Most of his engineering duties had been fully attended to, so he sat in comfortable civilian clothes on the Promenade with some lunch from the replicator, purposely eating it slowly in case someone new wanted to join him. ~Preferably,~ he thought, ~a female someone.~ He had long ago learned that there were certain factors that seemed to attract women of all species. One was eye contact, most of the time. Another was dressing nicely, depending on the culture. And still another was having a cute animal accompany you. Murphy, Eian's nine-week-old puppy, sat with him on a leash that was tied to the table. A small puppy, Murphy was a German Shepherd - English Foxhound mix. He had a gray and black back and a brown head, with floppy tan ears and a white belly. Needless to say, he was cute. ~I wonder if they consider what I'm doing 'desperate'?~ Eian thought absently as he took another bite of his steak sandwich. ~Nah. Just strategic.~ After all, Eian thought, the day had started with a promotion, the announcement of shore leave, and an unusually short briefing. The only way it could get any better is if he happened to get a date. (reply anyone willing to have a conversation, not just females, lol) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca/Starbase - ACMO Basil Candle - Day 1 - 12:27) Basil looked like he had tumbled through all the Jefferies tubes. His clothes were rumpled and dirty, he was a dishevelled mess and he was getting some strange looks from the rest of the crew disembarking onto the Starbase . To Basil, thought, he looked the ideal freighter captain. Despite the fact he hadn’t been able to give his benefactor a proper answer the man was very persistent and once Basil had learned they were to be heading to a Starbase, Basil contacted him and before he could blink a meeting was arranged. With one step onto the base, he could feel the shift from one to the other affect his body. The crew ambled down the walkway they started to merge with the rest of the Starbase residents. As Basil was swept along he thought that perhaps this would be the start of a something new. Basil walked through the Starbase looking for a bar. He saw one and looked for someone to ask directions when he felt something banging his leg, regularly. Looking down he saw an animal, a dog. Being born and raised in space, Basil’s experience with pets was little, his experience was dogs was more along the lines of them either guarding, chasing or trying to bite him. This one didn’t look like any of those. He realised that the man who had the dog with him was looking up at him, "Nice dog, I didn’t think they were allowed on Starbases without severe quarantine" (Reply Eian O’Neill, Any) (Posted by Warren Simkins) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Promenade - ACEO Lt. JG Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1228) Eian watched his surroundings and ate his food, hoping that a pretty girl would walk by and see the dog and start up a conversation. He saw a tall, lanky science or medical officer walk toward him, seemingly concentrating on something else. It looked like he was trying to find a place to eat. He came relatively close to the table, and Murphy naturally wanted a sniff. The little dog ran right over to him, and into the man's legs. Eian moved to get up and apologize, but the man spoke first. "Nice dog, I didn’t think they were allowed on Starbases without severe quarantine," he said. "I'm an officer on the Rosenante--we've been docked for a while and Murphy's been checked for contaminants," Eian explained. He got up and picked Murphy up, then sat back down with the dog on his lap. "Sorry that he bothered you," he said. (reply Candle) "Eian O'Neill," Eian greeted him with a friendly smile. ~Well, not a pretty girl, but maybe a potential friend.~ His mother used to tell him, 'every stranger is a friend you haven't met yet.' It was odd, coming from a security officer. And even odder, considering she spent half her time when he was very young telling him not to talk to people he didn't know. But he took it to heart, and tried to meet new people whenever he could. (reply Candle) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Promenade - ACMO Ensign Basil Candle - Day 1 - 1231) The owner of the dog picked him up and placed the animal in his lap. Basil felt bad, he didn’t want to offend the man. "I'm an officer on the Rosenante--we've been docked for a while and Murphy's been checked for contaminants," Eian explained. He got up and picked Murphy up, then sat back down with the dog on his lap. "Sorry that he bothered you," he said. "Its okay he didn’t … Rosenante? I’m from the Boudicca we’ve just docked, the name’s Candle, Basil Candle" "Eian O'Neill," he followed it with a smile ~Well maybe I didn‘t offend him~ "Tell me Eian how long has the Rosenante been here? Basically do you know this Starbase well? (reply Eian) "Its just that I’m looking for a watering hole, a particular one with particular clientele" (Reply Eian, any) (Posted by Warren Simkins) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Promenade - Lt. JG Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1232) "Tell me Eian how long has the Rosenante been here? Basically do you know this Starbase well?" Basil asked. Eian found that to be a curious question. "We've been here since the 15th of the month. 2413.12.15. I suppose I know the Starbase fairly well, at this point. Why do you ask?" Eian asked him. "Its just that I’m looking for a watering hole, a particular one with particular clientele" Eian raised an eyebrow. An odd request, and an odd reply. ~Relax, Eian, you're letting your tactical mind interfere with your social skills again.~ "Well, there are plenty around here, but to recommend one or give you directions I'd need to know what kind of clientele you're looking for." (reply Basil) (Posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, Promenade, ATT- Commander Matthew McLaren, Day 1- 1245) Matthew was smiling as he stepped out into the hustle and bustle of the Starbase's promenade. It had been a very long time since he had managed to get himself off-ship, since he was always working these days. There were constant upgrades and new components to test all the time, and to be frightfully honest he was getting a little tired of the same repetitive work over and over again. The bustle of the station felt more like home to him. As the one time chief engineer of Starbase Geneva, he could almost feel the thrum of the stations massive reactors as they maintained station keeping, just like he could see the ever so subtle shifts caused by the station's environmental systems. It felt good to be out of the 'dungeon' where he handled most of his work, in fact, he was hoping that his informal nickname of 'Troll', given to him because of his hermetic ways might eventually be lifted if he was seen prowling about the station rather than hunched over a holographic workstation. He had buried himself completely in his work, ever since he and Ariana had separated. She just couldn't understand how he could take a transfer from the Boudicca, and for his part, he hadn't really been able to explain it to her as well as he might have liked. She took his leaving as a sign that she was unwanted, despite his protestations, and had completely shut him out of his life. It seemed that Iradonian women were just as stubborn as their human counterparts. Three times in the course of the last year he had sent for her, all three times he had received no response, and for Matthew that pretty much placed the entire manuscript on the wall for all to see. So out of grief as much as anger, he had sequestered himself in his work area, far below decks of the mighty Rosenante, coming out just long enough to help with the set up of the Lorimar Class Runabouts that they had acquired recently. The Troll stirred deep below decks and the crew muttered about the strange creature that had emerged from the cave that was Advanced Theoretical Technologies. He'd never visited Starbase 989 before, but he noted the key similarities that every Starbase seemed to share. There were the vendors, the shops, the food courts and then there were the hustlers and those that rushed hurriedly from point to point. He noted more Romulans and Ferengi here than he had seen at other Starbases, but that was only to be expected considering their location. His eyes roamed over the available shops, bars and restaurants until he settled on a nice looking place named RJs. The large slightly smoked glass fronted building promised an almost forbidden glance into another world, and the smell of something delightful was wafting out of the open entryway. His stomach growled, compelling his legs to take him forward through the open doorway and into the restaurant. It was a nice place and clean, so he felt just fine about staying long enough to have a good meal. ~Besides,~ he thought, ~ I'm overdue for a steak and a drink.~ He made his way through the small crowd until he reached the restaurant's bar and seated himself near the end of the long mahogany run. It didn't take but a moment before the beautiful human bartender had his full attention. She was smiling and a few wisps of hair had escaped their finely arranged position and were threatening anarchy across her face. She had blue eyes, the color of swiss glaciers. "What can I get you hun?" she asked him, a slight southern accent caused his brain to tingle. ~Stop that!~ he admonished himself, ~you're a married man.~ " How about some Glen Livit, 20-year on the rocks and a steak." he replied, refraining from voicing the more base thoughts that were coursing through his amygdala at the moment. "Sure thing, anything particular you'd like?" she asked. "Strip? he asked, with a bit more of a suggestive tone than he had intended. ~Damn Freud.~ "Pardon?" she asked, a coy smile crossing her lips. "Sorry, Kansas City Strip, Medium rare and a loaded baked potato," he quickly added, in the hopes of burying the embarrassment. Her smile transformed from an open tease into a more subtle blushing number as she nodded and replied, "coming right up." She stepped away from the bar to put his order in and to make his drink. A she did so Matthew shook his head slightly and muttered to himself, "What the hell was that all about?" (reply Any, Lorimar?) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, Promenade, SO Ensign Mike Rosenbauer, Day 1- 1250) Mike took a deep breath as he and his crew stepped onto the main level of the promenade of Starbase 989. The air seemed to be a bit less stale here and was, of course, filled with the exotic and rich smells and sounds of civilization. During the last few weeks neither he nor any of his crew had managed to get any shore leave, but this time, Lieutenant Soma had been kind enough to give them some much-appreciated time off. Mike shifted his shoulder bag and glanced over his shoulder at the other members of his team. Eva and T'Vyr were in some deep discussion about something, while Mosh was already browsing a bolt of fine imported expensive-looking silk, no doubt he'd make himself another shirt to wear in his off time. Tyrone stepped up to Mike's left, his own shoulder bag hanging from his right side. "Looks like they're already doing their own thing." he commented in his deep basso voice. "I guess I'll catch you later then Boss, I've got a hot connection with an Asterarian hiking hologram. It's been burning a hole in my pocket ever since I won it in the poker game last week." Mike smiled at his friend and gave him a shallow nod. "Well, we wouldn't want to keep you from your hiking and relaxation time. Get going soldier, while the getting is good." Tyrone nodded and then flashed Mike a large toothy grin. "Catch you later than chief and remember if you get bored or lonely, come join me in Holosuite Twenty-nine." Mike snorted, "Not a chance." he exclaimed "and miss all of this? I'd rather kiss a Nausicaan" "I know a place on Targos III..." "Stow it Ty. Time is wasting, get a move on." Mike said. The big black man smiled again, before moving off through the crowd towards the holosuites. Mike gave a quick glance over his shoulder and noted that only Mosh, who was now haggling with the cloth merchant, was still around. He smiled and then turned to see what Starbase 989 had to offer. He wove his way through the promenade, not really traveling with any particular destination in mind. His eyes stayed alert as they took in the colorful sights and bustling activity of the shops and vendor stalls. Three times he stopped at a particular booth, his eyes drawn in by some exotic bauble or trinket, that he knew Jennifer would have loved, had she still been around. It was a sobering thought, but it wasn't one that was filled with regret or sadness. He and Jennifer had shared a unique relationship that was now a thing of the past. She had left the fleet to do what they both knew needed to be done, while he had continued to serve as he had always done. Their paths had diverged, but they had been running the same stretch for a long enough time to allow them to share something special. "I need a drink." He muttered and he immediately pulled out a Starfleet issued PADD which held the entire layout of the Starbase. A couple of quick inquiries and he was headed for a pub called The County Cork. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, RJs, aSec Lieutenant jg Sanok, 1255) "Ensign Vulcan! How are you? I was wondering if they were ever going to let you off that ship again." "Good afternoon to you, Jack," said Sanok. "Is Rupert here? I must speak with him." "Same ole Ensign Vulcan," said Jack. "All business, eh? Even on shore leave, you're still wearing your uniform. Oh, and I see there's an extra pip that wasn't there the last time you were here. Brownie points for busting Quol Nor?" He chuckled. "I am not aware of the meaning of, brownie points," said Sanok. "Never mind." said Jack, rolling his eyes. "Is Rupert here?" said Sanok, asking again. "Hold on." Jack motioned to the counter person, who went into the back area of the restaurant. "Can I get you anything while you're waiting?" "No, thank you. I am here for business and not for sustenance." "Suit yourself, but you're missing out on the best ihntya in this sector." "Perhaps." Sanok noticed a scowl appear on Jack's face. He did not have time to pursue the matter, as Rupert had come from the back. "Sanok, it's good to see you again," said Rupert. "They finally decided to let you guys off the Rosenante." "Indeed. Do you have something for me?" "Just what I love about Vulcans, Jack. You always know where you stand with them." "Say that again after he insults your food," said Jack with a sniff. "I'm outta here." He left the counter area and went into the main dining area to mingle with the customers. "You insulted our food?" said Rupert, an amused grin on his face. "I didn't think you had it in you." "I did not..." Sanok began to explain, but realized Rupert and Jack could be messing with him. Instead, he focused on the reason he was there. "Do you have the information I contracted you to find?" "I told you I'd have it today," said Rupert. There was a moment of silence between them. Sanok was now certain they were messing with him. He gestured for Rupert to tell him what he wanted to know. "You realize you're taking all the fun out of this, don't you?" said Rupert. "I told you and Jack when we first met at the martial arts tournament, that Vulcans have fun in their own way, and that Humans would not like it." "Uh huh," said Rupert with a cautious nod. He cleared his throat and produced a padd from a pocket, tapping the mini-console before beginning to read from it. "The woman named Marah arrived on Earth on 2408.09.21, where she went straight to the Soma property. She wasn't even there for a day, when she seemed to simply disappear. A family friend that was watching the place, and knew she was coming, went to check on her. Her travel bag was there, but she was nowhere to be found. He filed a report, but no one ever saw her again on Earth. Six days later on 2408.09.27, she was seen on Axtis III. A guy that goes by the name of Jack Rogers...." Sanok tilted his head to the side when Rupert mentioned the name, Jack. Rupert stopped abruptly when he saw the expression on Sanok's face. "It wasn't Jack, it was a different guy." "Named Jack," said Sanok. "Yes. Look, you know lots of people have the same name. I'm sure there are hundreds, maybe even thousands, of Sanoks." "No, there are not. Each Vulcan is given a name that is unique to them. It is not used for anyone else." "It figures," said Rupert, followed by a sigh. "Do you want the rest of the information or not? It wasn't easy to find, especially since this happened over five years ago." ~Five years to you, and to her, but only a few months for Ben and me.~ "Please continue." "This Jack Rogers guy, or whatever his name really is, is known for getting things done for people that aren't easy to do. He's one of the best out there. He took Marah to Axtis III, where he turned her over to a Nausican related to Kavol." Sanok became very concerned, but quickly maintained his outward Vulcan appearance of calmness. "Yes, the Nausican that thought Marah was his. The one that was murdered. The very case solved by two Starfleet officers on leave. Sanok and Ben Soma." "What happened next?" said Sanok in a tone that was almost demanding. "That's where the trail runs cold," said Rupert, ignoring Sanok's tone. "The Nausican took her off Axtis III, but my sources can't say for certain where. They did narrow it down to two possibilities, though. Either Marah was killed out of vengeance for Kavol's death, or she was sold to the Orion Syndicate...." His voice trailed off. He placed the padd on the counter in front of Sanok. Sanok stared at the padd, not seeing any of the words on the screen. This was very bad news. News he had not expected to hear. He had to take a deep, cleansing breath to keep his emotions in check. "What is your fee?" said Sanok in a subdued voice. "It's there on the padd, but you can knock off 25%. I'm sorry about your friend's girl." "Thank you, Rupert. I will have the currency for you later. In the meantime, I find that I am hungry after all. I will have some of your ihntya. I hear it is the best in the sector." (reply any) (posted by Bob) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Crew Quarters, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1300) After the briefing Ben headed to the security office and assembled his staff to congratulate them on their efforts with the investigation and the apprehension of Quol Nor. He then passed on that shore leave had been extended and he urged them to make the best of it before dismissing them to make what ever arrangements they had wanted to take advantage of the extended leave. When everyone had left he returned to his quarters for some silent meditation, after the events of the last week he needed to clear his mind and put it all behind him. Salid had saw fit to promote Sanok, O'Neill and Ichijo to Lieutenant junior grade, all well deserved as far as Ben was concerned. They had played an important part of the investigation of Taylor's murder, he was thankful for their assistance. Sitting crossed legged in the main living area of his quarters he performed several exercises to help cleanse the mind and promote concentration. He bowed his head once he finished and began to breath deeply, placing his hands on his knees he began his meditation. He reflected on the events of the past that lead him to this point, the dangers he faced and the obstacles he had overcome. Putting these events in perspective he found it was easier to let them slide into place as the growing tapestry of his life, these events had shaped him, others had guided him and those events had lead him here, now, to the person he was. He looked forward to the future, to expanding his knowledge and skills, to new experiences and making a difference. He had often wondered how different his life would have been had his parents returned from that ill fated cargo run, would he had joined Starfleet or would he have turned his attention more towards the family business. Had he not joined he wouldn't have meet Sanok, most Human's found Vulcan's to be cold and detached but Ben valued his friendship. Sanok was unlike most Vulcan's, there were times Ben could have sworn he saw a smile flicker across his face or noticed a hint of worry or anger flash across his face. Then there was Marah, if Sanok hadn't insisted on going to Axtis III he never would have met her either. He missed her and hoped that she was ok, from her perspective Ben had been missing for five years and it was likely she presumed he was dead. He would find her eventually. He had to find her, if for no other reason then to say things that he had left unsaid. They hadn't known each other for long but they had gotten close, he considered her family. (reply any, none required) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- 2O/COPS Quarters- Lt and Mrs Tom Jackson - 1305) Tom and Dahlia were reviewing their plans for the wedding ceremony that would soon occur. Jackson was a wizard at logistics but a wedding was an animal of a different kind. He told Dahlia "Captain Salid has graciously agreed to perform our human wedding ceremony. He and I go back to the academy together:" Tom added with quiet pride. (reply: Dahlia) My best man is Lt Matrix. I have found Steve to be a good friend and excellent engineer" her husband added.Tom thought for a moment and his face clouded a bit. Dahlia saw that and was concerned. Tom picked up on that and said softly holding her hand "I keep thinking this is a dream and I will wake up from it. I ...." Jackson trailed off. (reply: Dahlia) (Posted by: Bill) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, The County Cork, SO Ensign Mike Rosenbauer, Day 1- 1350) The bar was a small, homely sort of place, similar to the mom and pop places that you might actually see in Eire on Earth, should you happen to be traveling through the area, well away from the tourist districts. The smell of Guinness and the sound of football intermingled to create a sports bar atmosphere, even if the games were pre-recorded from earlier in the season. The furnishings were basic; wooden chairs and tables which had seen better days, most likely imported from Earth and looking as if they were all made by hand. The bar was made of Bird's Eye Maple and was polished to a rich light tan sheen that reflected the light from the light strips overhead. A myriad of beings, both common and uncommon filled the bar almost to capacity and there was hardly a table to be seen that wasn't occupied either by a stand of empty glasses and pint mugs or by a group of people who had wandered into this small oasis of Irish social life. Mike half-pushed and half-levered himself through the crowd to the bar. he arrived just as the place broke into a cacophony of triumphant shouts that seemed to coincide with a team scoring a goal on the video screen. "Wha'll it be then?" the balding, slightly overweight man, dressed in a stained tunic shirt and black britches, standing behind the bar, asked him. "Guinness, pint." Mike replied although he nearly had to shout as the roar of the sports fans rolled through the small establishment like an artillery barrage against his eardrums. The big man nodded, turned and drew a clean crystal pint mug from its position on a nearby shelf before plunging it beneath a draft spigot and leveling the device open. Even from this distance mike to almost smell the rich bold aroma of the heady liquid as the black alcohol rose up the side of the mug towards the top, pushing the foam-leaden head skywards until it spilled out over the crown of the vessel. The barkeep turned back towards him, leaving a trail of sputtering Guinness foam splattering everywhere as he stepped forward and placed the over-full mug on the table in front of him. The man barked out a number, which was drowned out by another roar of the crowd and mike just nodded as the Bartender lifted his reader for Mike's confirmation. The Ex-Ranger smiled, added a nice tip and then authorized his payment with a quick and even press of his right thumb against the readers biometric reader. A green light flashed indicating that the transaction was complete and the bartender muttered something too low to be heard over the din of the anxious sports crow. He then turned and headed away down the bar to fulfill some other visitors desire for alcoholic indulgence. Mike picked up his mug, and took a long drag, before replacing the partially full mug back on the counter. He wiped the remains of the brew's head from his upper lip with a quick stroke of the back of his left hand before turning, mug in hand once again, to regard the bar as a whole. (reply Any, Caskie) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Promenade - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 13.53) Detron had some lunch at QV before setting off to explore the starbase. He had his usual bowl of beetles and Earl Gray plus the special for the day. The special was a nice steak with coconut crusted potatoes. Detron thought it was very tasty and told Ariana as such. Detron stepped on the promenade and looked around. He noticed a number of Romulans and Ferengi on the base. It is well known that Klingons and Romulans have a long hatred with each other. Detron pushed that aside until he had to interact with a Romulan. ~That is just Fantastic. Romulan dogs have no honor. GRRRR.~ Detron searched the Promenade for a place to relax and possibly talk with some of the Rosenmante crew. He found a nice pub called The County Cork. He went up to the bar and ordered a pint of Guinness. He paid for the Guinness and took a hearty pull off the foamy refreshment. Detron approached a security officer on the Rosenante and introduced himself. "Hello. I am TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei on the Boudicca. It is nice to meet you. Lets get to know each other.. You can go first if you don't mind." (Reply Rosenbauer) (Posted by Edward) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Docked SB 989 Operations Office Lt Tom Jackson 2O/COPS Day 1 1400) The OPS staff did not know what to make of the boss smiling and actually friendly!. Most thought it was due to his new wife Dahlia. They considered her a god send. Tom was in his office looking over things and making sure the ship was fully stocked and ready to depart at a moment's notice. Dahlis was adapting to life on a starship. She had taken the initiative to meet his staff and get to know those Tom worked with directly. Dahlia was planning an informal get together with his staff. She would introduce herself and get to them. Tom had told her about another wedding - that of Emily Graatz and Hank Stevens. Emily worked for Tom and Hank worked for Steve Matrix. Tom told her about Emily. He mentioned she was one of the few enlisted females in OPS and she was good at what she did. Out of mere interest in the SB's activities Tom had tied into SB 989's Departure and Approach Control comm channel. It had to due with his dad's interest in flight operations. Jerry Jackson (Tom;s dad) dragged Tom to the local flight control facility. Tom vaguely remembered his dad - the two were close. There were times T.J. wanted to speak to his dad and ask his advice. His mom Chris was a sweetheart and doted on Tom but there had been times when he needed to ask dad 'man things'. Pez loved Jackson as if her were a Ferengi but Pez wasn't a human dad. But Tom had found that the Rules of Acquisition were all that bad to use as needed. Tom's attention piqued when her the SB's approach control grant the Boddicca permission to dock. ~Hot D***~ he thougth instantly. ~.Josh Caskie's vessel is here~. Tom thought a lot of Dr Caskie. The two had served together on the Rose. He quickly sent a message to her and invited her to meet him and Dahlia for lunch as soona s her duties permitted. (reply: Josh IYW) (posted by: Bill W) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante -Sickbay - Combat Nurse E’Mpak - Day 1 1403) E’Mpak dropped into the chair at the nurse’s station beside a large pile of PADDs for her attention. She had been round the surgical and medical bays to make sure that every thing was in order. The last thing she wanted was something to happen and the patients came to more harm because something was missing. She tapped a few commands into her PADD as she down loaded the information into the computer. She looked around the quiet sickbay and hoped that CMO Ichijo and Dr Lopez were having a good time off ship. "Come on you lazy Targ. Get this work done and maybe Nathan will go for a drink with you." She picked up another PADD from the large pile and sighed softly to her self as she scanned the PADD of stores that had arrived this morning and needed her authorisation to be moved into the appropriate storage areas. She flung the PADD down onto the desk in disgust. She was a Klingon warrior she needed action adventure, life or death struggle and a lot of blood wine. She paused for a moment and decided that more blood wine would be good. She had not gotten totally paralytic for a long time as they were having more leave on the star base she would defiantly try and give it a go. Absent minded picked up the PADD she had flung down and flung it across sickbay. It skidded to a halt on the desk by the main doors. A grin slowly crossed her face and she picked up another PADD that she had already read and skimmed it across sickbay so that it landed near the first one. She looked from her large pile of PADDs to the ones that she had thrown. ~Hmm doing these reports could be more fun that I thought~ (Reply any) (Posted by Robbie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Docked - SB 989 Promenade Lt Tom Jackson 2O/COPS Day 1 1405) Tom and Dahlia went off to explore the stores in SB 989. Jackson was explaining the human wedding ceremony to his new wife. " O.K. Dahlia, We men are wearing our dress uniforms. They are stylish but no one in their right mind enjoys wearing the nasty things" Tom added chuckling. (reply: Dahlia) Her confusion was evident. Tom smiled again. It was something he was doing a lot more of these days. "We are going to a shop that features appropriate dress for the ladies" Tom explained. (reply:Dahlia) Tom added " i can only tell you to pick something that you like and compliments you. I can tell you what I think looks good. Please remember that I am male and ....." Tom trailed off. (reply: Dahlia) (posted by: Bill) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters - ACMO Ensign Sam Lopez,day 1- 1436) Shore leave was announced at the briefing this morning and yet Sam was still on board ship.Sam knew that another fleet ship had docked and that the starbase was filled with new people.It was about time that Sam would leave his quarters and go to the starbase to meet new people. "well now"Sam said to the empty room."lets go meet new people"Sam said as he left his room room for the starbase. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Promenade - ACMO Ensign Sam Lopez- Day 1 - 1440) Sam stepped on to the starbase to see it abuzz with activity at every corner.Sam went walking around the promenade just to see if he bump into anyone.~and hopefully make a new friend in the process~ (Reply by any) (posted by shawn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------