Compile#12 April 27-28 (USS Rosenante & USS Boudicca Joint) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Just Another Saturday Night Day: 3 Stardate: 2414.01.01 Compile Summary (Starbase 989, Umbilical Power Feeds - Corridor Junction EF-010 CEO, Lt. Steven Matrix Day 3, 0234) (Starbase 989 - Main Engineering - ACEO Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 0238) (USS Rosenante, Main Engineering. Lt. Steven Matrix. Day 3, 0245) (SB 989 Command Centre A/CO Lt Kraal Day 3 0255) (USS Boudicca - Main Engineering - CO Captain Durand - 0334) (USS Rosenante, Bridge, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 3, 0338) (USS Boudicca - Bridge - CO Captain Durand - 0905) (USS Boudicca - Ready Room - LT Chance Raschen- 0908) (USS Rosenante, Science bay - SciO, Ens,jg Narvak - Day 3, 1640) (USS Rosenante, Ready Room, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 3, 1710) (USS Boudicca - Captain’s Quarters - CO Captain Durand - 1715) (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - Science Officer - Ensign Andrew Maddox - 1718) (Starbase 989 - Main Engineering - ACEO Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 1719) (USS Boudicca - Main Engineering - CO Captain Durand - 1722) (USS Boudicca - Main Engineering - Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 1727) ======================================================= Mission: Just Another Saturday Night Day: 8 Stardate: 2414.01.06 Compile Summary (Starbase 989 - RJ's - aFO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 8 - 1309) (Starbase 989, RJs, SO Ensign Mike Rosenbauer, Day 8, 1314) (Starbase 989 - RJ's - aFO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 8 - 1503) (Starbase 989, RJs, SO Ensign Mike Rosenbauer, Day 8, 1505) (Starbase 989 - RJ's - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 15.10) (Starbase 989 - RJ's - ATAC/SC Ensign(jg) Jessica Signos - Day 8 - 1517) (Starbase 989 - RJ's - ACEO Lt JG Eian O'Neill - Day 8 - 1523) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, Umbilical Power Feeds - Corridor Junction EF-010 CEO, Lt. Steven Matrix Day 3, 0234) "Okay Pete, the connections are established. Lets see if we can't start a low power transfer and see what happens. Start the umbilical feed matrix at 10 percent. I'll monitor the diagnostic display on this end....ease it up." said Matrix. =^= Acknowledged chief. Power connects confirmed...warp energy at optimum levels. SB989 power handshake confirmed...brining up the transfer feed. Two percent, intermix looks good. Four percent, seven percent, nine, ten percent. Holding. =^= replied Lt. Peter Cohen. "Okay...hold it there Pete and stand by. I'll contact SB989 engineering and see if they are able to route power yet." said Matrix. =^= Matrix to engineering (Starbase 989). The Rosenante has established a main power conduit and we're using our warp energy generation in an umbilical feed at junction...EF-ten. Can you confirm the feed and if you can route power internally? =^= (Reply anyone in engineering aboard the starbase) =^= Matrix to Lieutenant Cohen. SB989 engineering reports nominal, but guarded energy flow. Increase the transfer by 10 percent every few minutes. If you see a sharp spike in power draw hold, recheck the feedback and shut it down if necessary. I don't want to overload their systems or take the Rosenante out in the process. I'm heading back to engineering. Matrix out. =^= "Understood chief. Cohen out." replied Peter. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Main Engineering - ACEO Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 0238) Engineering was buzzing with activity when a call came in from the CEO from the Rosenante. =^=Matrix to engineering (Starbase 989). The Rosenante has established a main power conduit and we're using our warp energy generation in an umbilical feed at junction...EF-ten. Can you confirm the feed and if you can route power internally?=^= "Sir, this is Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs here on the station. I have confirmation of the power feed into the station. Combined with the transfer from the Boudicca we seem to be restoring many of the station systems." (Reply none) (Posted by DArryl) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Main Engineering. Lt. Steven Matrix. Day 3, 0245) Matrix glanced up at the condition board as he walked to the main displays. A duty engineer handed him the status PADD as he approached a team of engineers discussing the power transfer to the starbase. "Thank you ensign." replied Matrix. "Okay Peter what's the condition of the power transfer?" asked Matrix. "Well we've stopped flow at 33 percent. The Boudicca is transferring power at about the same rate. At this point we're not entirely comfortable pushing the power pressure any further until we hear from the engineers on the starbase. I was about to check in over there." replied Peter. "Very well." replied Matrix. =^= Matrix to Gesar. We've topped our current feed to you at just under 33 percent. How are things looking there? =^= asked matrix. (Reply Gesar) =^= Very well, we'll continue as directed. Is there anything else we can help you with at this time? =^= asked Matrix. (Reply Gesar) (Posted by Steve) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB 989 Command Centre A/CO Lt Kraal Day 3 0255) Kraal had finally sobered up. His head throbbed as if it had a drum beating fast and loudly in his head. His antennae twitched a bit slower than normal. Finally, the headache eased somewhat. Lt Mosul, his Security Chief, was consulting with the rosenante's Chief of Security about using their assistance. Kraal had had enough. He stood gulped a litre of water and stode towards the exit. He collared five officers that had the deer nyou knws. the headlight glare. "Gentlemen, follow me: he ordered. They were young and seemed glad to have someone tell them what to do next. Kraal stopped at the armoury and secured weapons for his group. He looked at each officer and spoke. "Gentlemen, we face a difficult situation as each of knows. Normally good people are acting abnormallly." Kraal paused. He was never one to take action but he remembered the blistering Captain Salid had given him. His skin colour pulsed darkly blue. "If at all ;possible do not fire. But if life and property is threatened, stun the offenders and then secure them for jailing later" Kraal ordered. 'Any questions?" he asked the men before him. (reply: None) (posted by: Bill) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Main Engineering - CO Captain Durand - 0334) "So that is when I decided to look over the data from the Rosenante. It suggests that these creatures are not only feeding on the raw materials but also the power we are generating. The data also suggests that they are multiplying. Which would explain the constant increase in the power requirements of the starbase.” Durand frowned at that prospect. “That’s a nice thought. If you’re correct -- and I strongly suspect you are -- then we are actually exacerbating the problem by feeding power to the station. Of course, cutting off power outright would just have them turn to consuming the structure exclusively. Not an appealing prospect either way. Go on.” Gesar went on to describe a set of possible solutions, including beaming them off the station outright, and cutting off power entirely. Which, of course, would turn them to ‘eating’ the station itself. Hardly ideal, no matter how you viewed it. "There is one more possibility. It's possible that there is a specific frequency range that the creatures enjoy consuming. We could try rotating the power frequency on the starbase, if the creatures come across a frequency they don't like we should see it as a drop in the power being drawn from the starbase.” Durand cupped his chin thoughtfully as he considered the suggestions and reviewed the data on the display in front of them. “I know that Captain Salid’s people are working on an analysis of the creatures. With luck, they may come upon something that we haven’t considered... a better option, if there is one. Otherwise, I think your last suggestion is probably the most practical overall. I’d like you to contact the Rosenante’s science officer, and make your findings known to Captain Salid, ready?” (Reply Gesar iyw) “Captain Salid, this is Durand. Our Chief Engineer has some analysis and some thoughts, do you have a moment? I’d also like him to work with your science staff to compare notes. I’m hoping that one or the other might have independently developed key pieces to this puzzle.” (Reply Gesar, Salid, Narvak iyw, Any) (Posted by Russ) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Bridge, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 3, 0338) "Has anyone seen doctor Lopez at all?" Ahmed asked for about the third time in the last 3 hours. "Sorry captain, no." came the same reply. It was irksome being stuck on the bridge, when he had people missing. It was also irksome that he really had no real choice in the matter. "Well keep searching for him." Ahmed ordered as he settled back into his command chair. "Captain we have a hail from Captain Durand." Nunez reported. "Put it on screen." He ordered. "It's voice only." Ahmed sighed and made a hand gesture which Nunez understood. A moment later Durand's voice was coming in over the speakers. =^=Captain Salid, this is Durand. Our Chief Engineer has some analysis and some thoughts, do you have a moment? I’d also like him to work with your science staff to compare notes. I’m hoping that one or the other might have independently developed key pieces to this puzzle.=^= Ahmed replied, "Of course captain. I have Ensign Narvak working directly on a way to eradicate these things. Mister Maddox is my Acting Chief science officer, I will have him make himself available to your CEO. I'll have him contact Mister Gesar momentarily. Would you like to put together a quick in person meeting or would you like for your CEO and my CSO to talk directly?" (reply Durand) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Bridge - CO Captain Durand - 0905) Durand was pleased to see his First Officer’s assessment of Raschen had been correct -- at least at first glance -- and he relaxed inwardly just a bit. He must have caught Durand’s glance at his irregular forces patch, as he explained without being asked. ~Is there something about me that causes folks to recite their resume or what?~ Durand continued to smile thinly. “I did recognize it, Lieutenant... though the specifics of your service are none of my affair.” ~Unless they impact this ship... in which case they damned well *are* my business!~ Before Durand could say more, Raschen moved the question. "Sir, Ma'am" he started as he nodded to Durand and Caskie accordingly, "With the armed escort still standing by, and the looks of some of your bridge crew here, I'm guessing I wasn't brought up here for completely social reasons, and that you probably have some questions for me. If I am wrong and this is all social, I can have my first mate bring up a bottle of my mom's homemade Scotch Whiskey." Durand cringed inwardly at the ‘Scotch Whiskey’ comment. It was certainly a good thing that Lorimar wasn’t within earshot... speaking of which... where *is* Lorimar? He brought himself back to answer. He gestured toward the ready room. “Let’s discuss this elsewhere, shall we? Mister Roberts, you have the bridge.” “Aye sir." The three took the few steps required to reach the ready room, and Durand walked to the replicator while he waited for Caskie and Raschen to settle in. “May I offer you anything? Commander? Lieutenant?” He paused, then added, “As to your repair request, my Chief Engineer assures me that they will lend all assistance to you and your vessel.” (Reply Caskie iyw, Raschen iyw) For his own part, Durand ordered a hot coffee with cream, and made his way to his seat behind the desk. He smiled very disarmingly across at Raschen. “I’m a very social animal, Lieutenant... but manifestly a curious one. Care to tell me why you are *really* here? I somehow doubt this is a simple cargo run. I doubt a man of your apparent experience and talent would be relegated to the role of delivery boy.” (Reply Raschen, Caskie, Any, Room for more) (Posted by Russ) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Ready Room - LT Chance Raschen- 0908) Durand walked to the replicator while he waited for Caskie and Raschen to settle in. “May I offer you anything? Commander? Lieutenant?” He paused, then added, “As to your repair request, my Chief Engineer assures me that they will lend all assistance to you and your vessel.” "I'll have a glass of water sir." and when the requested drink was handed to him "Thank you; and thank you for the assistance with my ship's maintenance." as he moved to stand between the two chairs in front of the desk. Durand ordered a hot coffee with cream, and made his way to his seat behind the desk. He smiled very disarmingly across at Raschen. ~I know that smile. The polite interrogator grin.~ Chance thought. “I’m a very social animal, Lieutenant..." Durand started, "but manifestly a curious one. Care to tell me why you are 'really' here? I somehow doubt this is a simple cargo run. I doubt a man of your apparent experience and talent would be relegated to the role of delivery boy.” he finished saying. Turning to look at Caskie and then back at the Boudicca's skipper "Defense Courier to be precise. Besides sir, I am just as much a delivery boy as you are an errand boy." Chance then reached behind his back with his right hand as he drank down some of the water from the glass in his left, and tossed the data-padd he pulled out from under his jacket toward the captain. The opening screen only needed one piece of information to open the padd; verification code of the individual inquiring. (Reply Durand, Caskie iyw) "That is a copy of my orders signed by reps from fleet ops, security, and intel; along with a encrypted copy of my cargo manifest. I have no one to name for the passenger list at this time; thank God." Chance started explaining as he pointed toward the padd with his half-full glass of water, "What it basically says that some yahoo back at HQ had come to the conclusion that Fleet Transport Tugs had become prime targets for pirates and renegades alike along the Neutral Zones, border regions, and some parts of the interior. My job is to get specific cargo and passengers, sensitive in nature, to their various locations and avoid any such attacks by using either Smuggler, or Blockade-Runner tactics. (Reply Durand) After finishing his water "What; you want my resume? I thought you said that the specifics of my service were none of your affair." (Reply Durand, Caskie iyw, Room for more) (Posted by Charlie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Science bay - SciO, Ens,jg Narvak - Day 3, 1640) Narvak sat at the operator’s control panel, with yet another plague wired up. He looked from the creature to a crewman stationed behind a blast shield. The Tellerite sighed, although his CO relented on forcing his to go to medical, Narvak could not get out of having a “keeper” assigned to him. ~Well, if he was going to stay, he was going to work~ The science officer turned back towards the display, the creature didn’t breathe or even have a heartbeat; apparently fluid was moved by heat expansion. The only thing that seemed to separate it from the dead one, aside from it being intact, was movement and electromagnetic field that it generated. Narvak watched the number flicker as the field increased and weakened minutely. The blackness of the screen took an oily sheen and gradually points of lights appeared in the background. The darkness seemed to go on forever, like space. Narvak felt his awareness expand. “Sir” Narvak stared at a ball of plasma nestled within its planetary system. “Sir” “What?” Narvak turned to crewmember, annoyed. “Are we ready to commence with the test” the crewmember asked, politely “Yes, I am” Narvak retorted “tenth of a bar of Wilsons burst for three milliseconds.” The creature sat there, one of its legs quivered for a moment. “Well, that was impressive; I think that I could make it do the Xangi” Narvak supplied “A Klingon dance or brawl, I’m not sure which. But with Klingons, one usually turns into the other. So…” Narvak noticed the pained expression on the crewman’s face. Humans were very easy to read, that was probably why they couldn’t argue their way out of a hat. The Tellerite shrugged and turned back to the display. “Two tenths of a bar of Wilsons burst for three milliseconds.” This time the creature shuddered and its field dropped for a moment. Narvak watched as the gold numbers changed. Slowly the number drifted apart and started to dissipate. The ensign debated whether he should jump into the dark sea to rescue the numbers, because without numbers, he couldn’t finish the test, but he would get his uniform wet and his CO would be upset. “Still alive.” The crewman broke his preoccupation. “I know” Narvak replied. Three tenths of a bar of Wilsons burst for three milliseconds produced a spray of liquid from the creature that slammed it against the wall of its cage and a guffaw from the Tellerite. He looked back at the crewman and saw an aghast expression on the human’s face. Narvak shrugged. ~If he doesn’t know funny, that’s his problem~ Narvak increased the dose and applied it again, this time the creature shuddered and went still, but the field was still there, weak but present. Narvak muttered under his breath, as long and the body’s envelope was intact, this creature could regenerate. ~five tenths it is~ With a loud pop the creature exploded. ~Releasing 4.3kJ, Ha, I knew it~ The Tellerite turned to the crewman and stated “Pests 7, Starfleet, well.. 2” Narvak snickered, “But I think that we make up some points in the second half” The human looked uncomfortable “Sir, it is a living creature” Narvak replied “It is a pest, like a mosquito and I think that you swatted a few of them in your time” “But I didn’t pull their wings off” the crewman replied “This one gave its life to the other may die quicker, there does that make you happy?” The human frowned “you shouldn’t deprive such humor on experimenting on a living creature” Narvak looked confused. “It was funny; humor is derived from pain, basic human psychology 101” “But it is a living creature, you..” “Bah, it was a living creature and a puzzle” Narvak cut him off “It is neither now, if you wish to argue for some hypocritical respect for the killing of pests, then have a better argument then ‘it’s a living creature.’” With that last comment, Narvak stood up and turned towards the door. “Pleased dispose of its remains as ceremoniously as you like.” The last comment the Tellerite left the room. “Narvak to Vor” =^=Lieutenant Vor here, yes ensign=^= “Five tenths of a bar of Wilsons particles, kills them without destroying the lab” =^=I am gratified to hear that the lab is intact.=^= “and that the creature is dead as well?” Narvak needled. =^=and that the creature is dead, I will forward the results to the captain=^= “Good, I’m taking a nap. I have a headache” the Tellerite finished. =^=Thank you ensign, Vor out=^= (Reply none) (Posted by Jack) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Ready Room, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 3, 1710) Ahmed was thumbing through the reports that were marked high priority coming from the various departments on his ship. For a change things weren't completely going bad. A good portion of the station was being powered by the combined starships, even if the power requirements were increasing. Medical teams were making excellent progress as were engineering teams, at least as much as they were able to, with a good portion of the more seriously damaged sections of the starbase appearing to resemble swiss cheese rather than a superstructure. Still there wasn't any damage done that could not be repaired with just a little effort, if only those creatures were taken out of the equation. ~A plague indeed~ Ahmed thought to himself. He placed the engineering report on the desk in front of him and rotated his chair to look out of the window as he brought up the next PADD. The starships were still holding station as they had been instructed and were patiently waiting their turn for services. Amazingly they weren't making a fuss about the delays. It was almost as if they realized that Starfleet had the legal authority to commandeer their ships if they were needed and that by fussing too much about the circumstances that they would only increase the likelihood of such an event. He raised the next report up and started skimming through it. It was a report from Ensign Narvak, concerning the disposition of his project to kill the infestation without destroying the station or harming the personnel on it. He read through it and then frowned slightly. He tapped his commbadge. "Salid to Narvak and Maddox, please report to the ready room." (reply Narvak, Maddox) Ahmed then tapped his commbadge a second time. "Salid to Jackson. Please get Captain Durand on a channel. Tell him we may have a solution to our infestation problem , but that i need to conference with him his engineering staff and some of our science staff. Have him contact us as soon as he has his people assembled for a quick meeting." (reply Jackson, Durand, Maddox, Narvak) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Captain’s Quarters - CO Captain Durand - 1715) Durand had taken time out long enough to shower, shave, and change into a fresh uniform. He still hadn’t allowed himself to sleep, but another coffee that he had just started plus the personal ablutions were enough to keep him going for now. Rest would come eventually; it would have to, but not until the crisis had been dealt with. He had just tipped his coffee mug, the traditional ‘handleless’ style when he was informed that a message had come in from the Rosenante. “Very well Mister Jackson, I’ll get my people together and call you back, thank you.” (Reply Jackson iyw) “Durand to Gesar, Jacobs, and Lorimar. The Rosenante may have a solution to our infestation. Where are you located?” NRPG: I’m going to presume that at least one of you are in Main Engineering, we can meet there. RPG: “Very well, would you all join me in Main Engineering as soon as possible, please.” (Reply Gesar iyw, Jacobs iyw) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Ready Room - Science Officer - Ensign Andrew Maddox - 1718) Maddox had came as soon as he could. He was in the middle of an experiment that had to be monitored. He was still carrying the PADD that he was using to track the progress. If it was anyone that wasn't command staff, Andrew probably would have ignored the summons, but it was the Captain. He approached the ready room through the bridge and entered as soon as he was told to do so. (Reply Captain Salid) Andrew almost absent mindedly entered as the door opened, as his mind was still on his experiment. He came to a stop in front of the Captain's desk, then put his PADD away. He was still unsure of why he was here. "You wanted to speak to me, sir?" he asked. (Reply Captain Salid, any) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Main Engineering - ACEO Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 1719) It had been quite the eventful day. From celebrating the New Year with a kiss from a stranger to emerging from the dark to re-power the station, Henry had forseen the excitement he would experience while in Starfleet. As the hours had passed from the original blackout and Jacobs noticed how busy engineering had become on the station with people coming in and out to lend a hand with repairs. Although he had met him aboard the Boudicca, Jacobs even got to work with Mr. Lorimar who used to run engineering aboard the ship. Jacobs watched as he humbly assisted with whatever he could to facilitate repairs on the station. =^=Durand to Gesar, Jacobs, and Lorimar. The Rosenante may have a solution to our infestation. Where are you located?=^= "Sir, this is Ensign(jg) Jacobs, I am still aboard the starbase leading repairs." =^=Very well, would you all join me in Main Engineering as soon as possible, please.=^= "Acknowledged" Jacobs responded and then turned to address Mr. Cooper. "Mr Cooper, it appears we have a sloution to rid the station of the infestation. I need to report back to my ship in order to devise a plan and implementation method. Can you oversee the repairs in my absence?" (Reply Cooper) "Very well, when I get back we should be getting rid of these things." Jacobs grabbed a padd that had all the recent repair reports on it and carried it with him to Engineering on the Boudicca. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Main Engineering - CO Captain Durand - 1722) Durand joined the engineering staff already present and waited for the rest to arrive. Lorimar, he learned while he waited, had been busy lending his skilled hands to the starbase engineers. They still had quite a mess to clean up, but they were making some headway at least. When all four officers were ready, he called the Rosenante. “Captain Salid, I’m with our CEO, ACEO, and our ATT officer. Ready when you are.” He took another sip of his coffee while he waited, savoring the taste and the needed does of caffeine. (Reply Gesar, Jacobs, Salid, Science team?, Any) (Posted by Russ) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Main Engineering - Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 1727) Jacobs walked through Main Engineering to see Captain Durand waiting for all he had called to discuss the removal of the creatures. Jacobs walked over to him and handed him the padd in his hand. "Sir, here is a compilation of repair reports completed while on the starbase since the power outage." Henry then stood and waited for the briefing to begin. (Reply Durand) (Posted by Darryl) ======================================================= (Starbase 989 - RJ's - aFO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 8 - 1309) Mike smiled, "Hmmm... let me think?" He teased her, before responding, "I've cleared my busy calendar just for you. How about I bring some wine and we can make a romantic evening of it?" Josh simply burst out laughing. "Jeez Mike you are such a romantic. How can a girl possibly refuse. What indeed could I possibly say but yes. You have simply swept me away by the eloquence of your argument. Plus you are one of the few people I know willing to take on Bruiser and return. But I do promise that tonight I will make sure that he is caged." (Reply Rosenbauer iyw) Josh allowed everything to simply drift for a while before she began speaking again. "What have you been doing since I saw you last and how have you been? How are the rest of your team and everyone else on the Rose. To be honest I miss them all a lot more than I care to admit to anyone else but you." (reply Rosenbauer) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, RJs, SO Ensign Mike Rosenbauer, Day 8, 1314) Josh simply burst out laughing. "Jeez Mike you are such a romantic. How can a girl possibly refuse. What indeed could I possibly say but yes. You have simply swept me away by the eloquence of your argument. Plus you are one of the few people I know willing to take on Bruiser and return. But I do promise that tonight I will make sure that he is caged." Mike grimaced as he remembered the claws buried into his right ankle on his last visit. "Probably for the best, I'd hate to have to treat Bruiser as an enemy combatant." He joked. They each ate some of their food in appreciable silence which suited Mike fine. He was apparently rather hungry, since he'd skipped lunch prior to the wedding. "What have you been doing since I saw you last and how have you been? How are the rest of your team and everyone else on the Rose? To be honest I miss them all a lot more than I care to admit to anyone else but you." Josh confided. Mike shrugged, "Things definitely haven't been the same without you." he admitted, "There's really not been much different duty wise on the ship. You know the usual stuff, training and duty shifts. With Chance on medical leave, Lieutenant Soma is in charge of the department, although that may change now that Chance is back. Don't get me wrong Soma's a good officer, handled the murder investigation on the station pretty well if you ask me." "Sullivan is as distant as ever, the captain's been preoccupied of late, Matrix and O'Neill have been doing pretty well in Engineering and Medical is humming along, although it's not as cheerful as I think it used to be. And well you can guess how Jackson's been." "Things definitely changed for the Rose when you left, Jennifer. Probably for me most of all. The squad been harassing me, because I've been daydreaming." He shrugged. "You know that sort of thing." He explained. "And what about the Boudicca? How are you getting on there?" (reply Caskie) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - RJ's - aFO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 8 - 1503 Josh and Mike ate the food and exchanged all of their news until finally Tom and Dahlia made an appearance and started off the dancing. Josh joined in the applause as they finished off the first dance, knowing from experience that this was indeed extremely embarrassing for both of them but simply par for the course for any newly married couple. After the second dance the facility host took over and asked more people to dance. Josh turned to Mike and raising an eyebrow smiled at him. Grinning she smiled at him. "Well, do I need to go ask my Captain for a dance or are you willing to rescue someone in distress who really, really wants to dance just now." (Reply Rosenbauer) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, RJs, SO Ensign Mike Rosenbauer, Day 8, 1505) They sat, eating and chatting until eventually the Bride and Groom took the traditional first dance at the reception. That was immediately followed by the father and mother of the Groom dancing with their son and daughter-in-law as was expected, before the Captain took up the mantle and danced with the bride. As the music played and the dance floor began to fill, Josh gave him an evil smile which told him that she was about to corral him into dancing. Not that he minded. He wasn't a bad dancer, he just wasn't a Fred Astair or Gene Kelly. "Well, do I need to go ask my Captain for a dance or are you willing to rescue someone in distress who really, really wants to dance just now." He returned her smile. "I suppose I could break some toes." he replied with a smile and then put his hand out to guide her to the floor. There, in the slow sway of the music, Mike realized exactly how fragile she really was, or at least seemed to be. She was soft, yielding and vulnerable. He wanted to protect her, to keep holding her for a very long time, so much so that when the song ended he held her for just a few moments before reluctantly releasing her. There was a broiling mess of emotions running through him, some welcomed and clear, others muddled and chaotic. It was invigorating and depressing at the same time, if that was even possible. The next song began and Mike, rather than lead her from the dance floor, pulled her closer and danced with her. He didn't know how long it might be before they would really get to spend time together again. Serving on two different ships on the fleet made any relationship difficult, and mike wasn't so certain that Jennifer would want him following her from ship to ship like a little lost puppy. Better to savor and enjoy the time they had together, rather than hopelessly wish for moments that may never come. He leaned forward, pulled her close and kissed her on the lips. There was passion and desperation there, almost as much as there was a fear of parting. (reply Caskie) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - RJ's - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 15.10) Detron loaded up a large amount on a plate from the buffet. He went to his seat alone and consumed the contents. Detron tried a few of the desserts then made his way to the dance floor. He really didn't dance much and when he did it looked like a grizzly bear at a discotheque. It wasn't pretty but it got the job done. Detron participated in the traditional Bride Dance. He downed a shot of some kind of whiskey and took his turn with the Dhalia. She was very graceful and understanding of his lack of skill. Detron sat down again and laughed as Dhalia shoved cake in Tom's face. Detron tapped his glass for Tom and Dhalia to kiss. Then he raised his glass of Guinness and repeated to toast he gave them at the chapel. ~Lets hope this one stands the test of time.~ (Reply None) (Posted by Edward) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - RJ's - ATAC/SC Ensign(jg) Jessica Signos - Day 8 - 1517) Jessica listened to Eian, they both knew what had to be done, if they were even gonna attempt to share a future together. So there was no reason to fret over it now. They were after all at a celebration, and the wedding party had arrived. Which meant the festivities were about to commence. She watched has the bride and groom dance the first dance and has others slowly filled the dance floor. She nearly laughed out loud when Lt. Trei took to the floor displaying his Klingon dancing skills. (reply Eian, iyw) ~Maybe he should of learned that art from Batazed ~She thought to herself. ~ He looks like a bull in a china shop.~ She watched her spirits high, for once in a long time the fates where smiling on her. She waited and a mischievous grin to her face, and the music slowed. "Eian," she said sweetly "mind if I go dance, a bit." She knew the answer to that one, a definite yes. but what Eian did not realized was when she said I what she meant was we. (reply Eian) "Thank you" She spoke in that sweet, I'm gonna wrap you around my finger tone, as she found her feet. But before Eian could find his seat she pulled him with her onto the dance floor, wrapping her arms around him, and swaying softly in time with the music. "Where do you think you were going." She whispered into his ear. (reply Eian) (posted by Matthew Locke) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - RJ's - ACEO Lt JG Eian O'Neill - Day 8 - 1523) Eian watched the Boudicca's CSO get up on the dance floor and do what looked to Eian to be a cross between a Romulan Death Dance and an Ankaaran Pain Ritual. ~So *that's* a Klingon dance of joy,~ he thought, laughing out loud. Jessica turned to him. "Eian," she said with an infectious smile, "mind if I go dance a bit?" "No, of course not, knock yourself out," Eian said happily, and rose with her as his father taught him a gentleman should. He had no intention of going out there himself, mainly because he knew full well that he would look worse than Trei out there. His parents had taught him how to jig, and that was about it. They had enrolled him in a ballet class when he was six, to help his coordination and social skills. But he had been so bad at ballet that the instructor suggested to his parents that they skip jazz, tap, and any other form of popular dance as well, and go straight to a remedial balancing course. Instead, they had enrolled him in ice hockey, and the rest was history. Despite all that, before Eian knew it, he found himself pulled out onto the dance floor with Jessica's arms around him. She was swaying to the music, and Eian attempted to mirror her actions. "Where do you think you were going?" she asked. Eian chuckled. "A remedial dance course, I thought," he said. (reply Jessica) "Let's just say I've never had much luck learning." (reply Jessica) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------