Compile#2 April 03-05 (USS Rosenante & USS Bouddica Joint) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Just Another Saturday Night Day: 1 Stardate: 2413.12.30 Compile Summary (USS Boudicca - Ready Room - aFO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 1 - 1025) (USS Rosenante, Bridge, Gamma Shift Leader, Lt. Xim, Day 1- 1033) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 1 - FO - Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 1145) (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room 1 – CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid – Day 1, 1146) (USS Boudicca – Transporter Room 1 – Captain Durand – 1147) (USS Boudicca - Transporter Room 1 - aFO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 1 - 1148) (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room 1 – Captain Durand – 1150) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 1 - aFO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - 1152) (USS Rosenante, Captain's Mess, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 1, 1210) (Starbase 989 - Promenade - ACMO Basil Candle - Day 1 - 12:34) (Starbase 989 - Promenade - ACEO Lt. JG Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1236) (USS Rosenante- 2O/COPS Quarters- CIV Dahlia Jackson - 1306) (Starbase 989, The County Cork, SO Ensign Mike Rosenbauer, Day 1- 1354) (Starbase 989 - The County Cork - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 13.56) (Starbase 989 – The County Cork – ATT LCDR Lorimar – 1358) (Starbase 989, The County Cork, SO Ensign Mike Rosenbauer, Day 1- 1359) (Starbase 989 - The County Cork - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 14.01) (Starbase 989, Promenade- CIV Dahlia Jackson - 1406) (USS Rosenante- 2O/COPS SB 989 Promenade Lt and Dahlia Jackson - 1408) (Starbase 989 - Promenade - Dyson Bird, Day 1- 1437) (SB 989 Command Suite A/CO LT Kraal Day 1 1955) (USS Rosenante, Ready Room, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid- Day 1 1958) (USS Rosenante, Crew Quarters, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1959) (Starbase 989 - The County Cork - ACEO Lt. JG Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 2002) (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room One- CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma - 2003) (SB 989 Transporter Room 1 Lt Kraal FO Day 1 2009) (USS Rosenante, Transporter Room 1, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 2010) (Starbase 989 - Braak's Bar - aCEO Ens. Sg. Anton Gesar - 2012) (Starbase 989, Promenade, CEO, Lt. Steven Matrix, Day 1- 2333) (Starbase 989 - Promenade - ACEO Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 2335) ======================================================= Mission: Just Another Saturday Night Day: 2 Stardate: 2413.12.31 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante Docked SB 989 Bridge Lt Tom Jackson 2O/COPS Day2 0900) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Ready Room - aFO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 1 - 1025) Josh noticed that the captain didn't return her smile as he immediately began speaking. “Please have a seat Commander, we have an issue to resolve. Computer, lock the door.” Josh sat down opposite him and placed her padd on the table aware of what he was about to ask her. “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?” Josh nodded. "I have indeed sir and here is a copy of my report. That padd is the only copy sir, I have not stored this information in the main computer at present." She slid her padd across the desk. "Basically what it says is that a member of this crew did indeed cause the deaths of other starfleet personnel. It can be looked at two ways sir. Either he deliberately disobeyed the orders of the person in charge - in which case he should be charged with a) wilfully disobeying a direct order, b) wilfully endangering the lives of starfleet personnel and of civilians, c) wilfully acting in a manner that caused the deaths of starfleet personnel and d) conduct unbecoming. There are probably a number of other charges however these are the most serious." "However, looked at another way it is possible that his conduct was not wilful but just simply misguided and that the actions he took were intended to help and he did not deliberately set out to cause those deaths." "The first scenario warrants a full court martial the second however may possibly be handled by a Captain's Mast." “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?” Josh hesitated for a moment looking down at her hands resting lightly in her lap, reviewed the contents of the padd that she had already committed to memory and finally looked back across at the captain. "Given the facts that I have gathered I would recommend a Captain's Mast sir. I honestly do not believe that this crewman deliberately set out to cause those deaths and I honestly think that he thought that what he was attempting to do would help. However, I do think there should still be a serious outcome to the Mast sir since lives were lost and to be honest, I believe this person to have somewhat of an impulsive nature which I believe needs to be curbed somewhat." (Reply Durand) (Posted by Marilyn --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Bridge, Gamma Shift Leader, Lt. Xim, Day 1- 1033) =^= 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." Xim reached down to the command chair's armrest and snapped the communications line closed. He then opened a channel to Commander Sullivan. "Xim to Commander Sullivan" =^=Yes Lieutenant, go ahead.=^= "Sorry to bother you Commander, but Captain Salid has advised me that there will be a luncheon at 1200 hours. Captain Durand and his first officer will be beaming over to perform an ancient naval ceremony at the Captain's table. He has asked me to advise you that your attendance is required." Xim reported. =^=I understand, did the Captain tell you if this was a dress mess event or duty uniform?=^= "No commander, I'm afraid he did not. I could do some research on the event and provide it to you if you'd like?" Xim offered. "He did however indicate that you were to meet him in the transporter room at 1150 hours. " =^=Thank you Lieutenant, I will be at the transporter room 1150 hours.=^= "Understood sir. Xim out." The Betelgeusean closed the channel and picked up one of the report PADDS. "I find humans to be most confounding at times." he said to no one in particular and then went back to his duty watch. (reply none needed) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 1 - FO - Cmdr T'Larah Sullivan - 1145) T'Larah staightened her uniform jacket as she entered the transporter room. "Good morning Captain, have the Captain and First Officer of the Boudicca signalled their readiness to beam over?" (Reply Salid, any) (Posted by Todd) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room 1 – CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid – Day 1, 1146) "Of course Mister Dawson, " Ahmed was saying with a smile on his face, "But If I were you, I'd make absolutely certain that you bring flowers. After all a young lady, who also happens to be a botanist has to love flowers, wouldn't you say?" Dawson nodded. "Yes sir, I was thinking maybe Astrameria?" he replied uncertainly. Ahmed nodded, "Astramerias are a good choice but I'd go for something a little more exotic, like maybe a Palmer's Rose. I have a friend who is a botanist on the Starbase. I'm certain if I asked her and explained the situation we could work something out." Dawson's face lit up. "Palmer's Roses are pretty rare. That would be a perfect gift, provided we can get them." He said excitedly. Ahmed smiled even wider. "I don't think it will be a problem. I'll contact my friend and see if she can help us out. If everything works out, you'll have your roses well before your 2000 hour dinner date." "I greatly appreciate it, Captain." "Anytime Mister Dawson, I'm glad I can help out." Ahmed replied as the doors to the transporter room slid open to admit his first officer. T'Larah straightened her uniform jacket as she entered the transporter room. "Good morning Captain, have the Captain and First Officer of the Boudicca signalled their readiness to beam over?" Ahmed shook his head, "Not yet commander, but I doubt it will be very much longer." He had no more spoken the words than the communications panel on the transporter console beeped. Dawson reached down and looked at the signal. "Captain the Boudicca transporter room reports Captain Durand and First Officer Caskie are ready to beam over when you are ready, sir." He reported. Ahmed gave Sullivan a glance and a smile, excited at the prospect of seeing an old friend again. He turned back to Dawson, straightened his duty tunic and said in a clear and concise voice, "We're ready now, Mister Dawson." The captain had reoriented his facing to the transporter platform well before the re-materialization process had finished. Two starfleet officers, one familiar and one new stood there, fully formed and ready to come aboard. “Captain Durand, of the Boudicca. I believe you know my First Officer, Commander Caskie? Permission to come aboard, sir?” "Permission granted, Captain Durand, Commander Caskie." Ahmed replied. "Please allow me to introduce my first officer, Commander Sullivan. Welcome aboard the Rosenante." (reply Sullivan) Ahmed couldn't help but notice the Cheshire Cat-like grin on Jennifer's face. It was an infectious thing and Ahmed was trying pretty hard to suppress his own joy at seeing her again. "I hope you like Beef? Our Chef has put together a very interesting menu for our lunch today. Complete with some traditional beef dishes as well as some Vulcan fare for commander Sullivan. And I'm happy to say that she has put together a dessert that I understand is a favorite of Commander Caskie's, although she didn't tell me what it was." NRPG: I figure the chef would know although I, the player do not, so Marilyn, please feel free to provide the needed information. :) Ahmed gestured towards the door and then led the way towards the Captain's Mess. (reply Sullivan, Durand, Caskie- Room for conversation along the way if desired.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca – Transporter Room 1 – Captain Durand – 1147) After spending the balance of the morning attending to ships’ business, Alan was looking forward to meeting with Captain Salid. He knew the man by reputation only, which was to say the few things he had heard through very unofficial channels, and the few unclassified details of his service record to which Durand was privy. Neither of these sources of information was especially reliable, in his experience… which only piqued his curiosity about the man behind the position. He had made a brief detour to his quarters in order to find a suitable offering to bring aboard the Rosenante. He hoped Salid would appreciate the gesture at least... if not the specifics of it. He tucked the small wooden case carefully under his arm as he continued to make small talk with the transporter operator as he awaited the arrival of Commander Caskie. (Reply Caskie, Any) After the First Officer arrived, he took his place on the transporter pad. “Ready Commander?” (Reply Caskie iyw) Durand looked at the transporter operator and nodded in his direction. “Signal the Rosenante we are ready when they are.” There was but the briefest of pauses while the operator moved his fingers deftly across the control interface. “The Rosenante signals ‘ready’ Captain.” “Very well Chief. Energize.” --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Boudicca - Transporter Room 1 - aFO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 1 - 1148) Josh was re braiding the end of her plait as she hurried into the transporter room. Finish it off she used one hand to hold it and the other pull off the scrunchy wrapped around her other wrist. Securing the end of the braid she wished, not for the first time, that she was still CMO, the pockets in her med coat were useful for storing all kinds of things like hair grips, scrunchies and the odd hypospray here and there. Looking up she tossed the braid over her shoulder and smiled at the captain. "I hope I'm not late sir." --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Transporter Room 1 – Captain Durand – 1150) The sense of disorientation quickly faded as they were reintegrated from the matter stream, despite the fact that he hadn’t used the transporter for over two months. Unsurprisingly, he found himself in a transporter room very much like the one they had just left. The faces, of course, were different. He drew himself to attention and addressed them. “Captain Durand, of the Boudicca. I believe you know my First Officer, Commander Caskie? Permission to come aboard, sir?” (Reply Salid, Any) (Posted by Russ) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room 1 - aFO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - 1152) Josh materialised aboard the Rose and allowed herself to break into a wide grin. Facing her were Captain Salid and FO Sullivan. She didn't say anything allowing Captain Durand to address them, but if anything her grin grew somewhat wider. (Reply Salid, Sulllivan, Durand) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Captain's Mess, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 1, 1210) Ahmed led the way into the captain's mess, which was already prepared in anticipation of their arrival. The best of the ship's hard stock china was on the table, accompanied by the crystal glasses that complemented them so well. The large observation windows afforded a luxurious view of the ships surrounding the Starbase set against the back drop of a million glittering stars. The table was apportioned for four people and was expertly prepared for the luncheon. Although the Chef had wanted to have a full seven course meal, Ahmed had talked her down to just four; Soup, Salad, Main Course and Dessert. In addition, the Chef had outdone herself with the small ice sculpture that dominated the center of the table. A carving of the two ships, the USS Rosenante and the Boudicca, emerging side-by-side from a abstract cloud of mist rising from the dry ice base as it slowly evaporated. Ahmed took his seat and the others did as well. They didn't have long to wait before the waitstaff entered in their white duty uniforms with the Soup course. The bowls of steaming hot southern style Plomek chili, was a mix between meatless chili of the southwestern United States and the Vegetable based Vulcan Plomek soup. A fusion of two cultures that looked and smelled rather appealing. It was a complete vegetarian dish, the likes of which Ahmed had never tried. He could smell the spices, some of which he could not readily identify. Drinks were poured, coffee and herbal tea blends for those who preferred them or some other specialized drink if requested. Ahmed took a taste of the rich soup and gave a broad smile and a wink to the waitstaff, who would convey his compliments to the chef. "It's good to have an opportunity to meet new friends and to see old ones again." he began. "Tell me Captain, how do you like commanding the Boudicca?" (reply Durand, Caskie, Sullivan) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Promenade - ACMO Basil Candle - Day 1 - 12:34) "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. ~Two weeks - hopefully he may have heard of a place~ Basil told him what he was looking for "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?" Basil paused then said, “Specifically one that Freighter crew frequent, chances are it’ll be run by a Ferengi, they can sense a chance of a profit through an ion storm.” (Reply Eian) Basil wasn’t too sure why but he felt he needed to explain. Maybe he sensed Eian’s suspicion or curiosity or that he, strangely, reminded Basil of Trei. “No matter the species we all are creatures of habit. Even now some of my crew and yours are meeting up on this Starbase, even our Captains will be, I am sure, arranging a little captainy get together. It’s what we do when we off duty we seek the familiar, what we are comfortable with, someone who understands” ~Rather than seeking new unusual things like strange life and civilisations when on duty~ (Reply Eian) “I’ve been on the Boudicca now for … well, its either months or 5 years depends on which side of the river your on. Anyway I … just don’t feel I fit…” ~That’s an understantement~ “… so I’m looking for somewhere I’ll feel a little bit more comfortable. Do you know of a place? ” (Reply Eian, any) (Posted by Warren Simkins) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Promenade - ACEO Lt. JG Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 1236) Basil paused a moment, then said, “Specifically one that Freighter crew frequent, chances are it’ll be run by a Ferengi, they can sense a chance of a profit through an ion storm.” Eian chuckled. "You're probably referring to Braack's Bar. It's right over there, with the pink neon lights," Eian said, and indicated where the bar was. "I don't mean to pry," he continued, ready to read Basil's next expression, "But do you happen to know anyone in the Freighter crew? They just got in, so I'm not sure if they'll be at Braack's yet." Basil seemed to brush off the question. “No matter the species we all are creatures of habit. Even now some of my crew and yours are meeting up on this Starbase, even our Captains will be, I am sure, arranging a little captainy get together. It’s what we do when we off duty we seek the familiar, what we are comfortable with, someone who understands.” ~Well, with an answer like that I'm sure he's not telling me something,~ he thought. ~But then again, it's his business and there's no reason why I should treat him like a suspect in an investigation.~ His ADHD coach would tell him that now would be a good time to try to work in casual conversation. If Eian only focused on the 'mystery' or 'puzzle' that was important to him, his coach would say, he would never make friends. "So how long have you been stationed on the Boudicca?" ~Boring question, Eian. Expect a boring reply.~ “I’ve been on the Boudicca now for … well, its either months or 5 years depends on which side of the river your on. Anyway I … just don’t feel I fit…” Eian could see the small twitch in Basil's eyebrows that told him this officer felt true discomfort when thinking about his tour on the Boudicca. But before he pointed that out and 'scared off' his potential new acquaintance, he let Basil continue. ~Good job, Eian,~ he imagined his coach saying. “… so I’m looking for somewhere I’ll feel a little bit more comfortable. Do you know of a place? ” Basil asked. Eian resisted the urge to chuckle and ask 'what do I look like, a career counselor with a puppy?' Murphy squirmed in his lap, and put the dog back down on the floor. He looked up at Basil and offered him a seat. "I mean, I guess I'd have to know what you're looking for in a job. I've lived on starships almost my whole life, but I lived on Earth for the first six years and we made plenty of stops along the way...I've seen examples of a lot of different jobs. Everything from cleaning Harkaarian Regurgitation Repositories--and I don't recommend that one--to being a starship Captain. There's something for everyone out there," he said. ~Man, that sounds so lame.~ (Reply Basil) (Posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- 2O/COPS Quarters- CIV Dahlia Jackson - 1306) Dahlia sat beside her new husband watching as he thumbed through images of various locations and options for their wedding. They had been doing this same thing for the last few days, along with trying to get a dress picked out, fitted and the like. It had been an arduous task considering the complexity of making arrangements for everything to come together just right. Tom flipped through yet another series of images before he suddenly spoke aloud, " Captain Salid has graciously agreed to perform our human wedding ceremony. He and I go back to the academy together:" Dahlia smiled, "He sounds like a good friend." she commented, "How long has it been now, what eleven years since you graduated? Have you figured out yet who your best man will be?" "My best man is Lt Matrix. I have found Steve to be a good friend and excellent engineer." Tom's face suddenly took on a clouded appearance; one of worry or concern. "What's wrong?" she asked him. "I keep thinking this is a dream and I will wake up from it. I ...." Tom began. "Shouldn't worry at all. It's just a little surreal, but it's happening, or rather has happened already technically." she replied leaning forward to press her lips against his cheek. "I certainly know that you don't feel much like a dream Thomas." she added as she withdrew her lips. "Dreams don't have solidity or warmth or get concerned over what dress to wear to their second wedding now do they?" (reply Jackson) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, The County Cork, SO Ensign Mike Rosenbauer, Day 1- 1354) Mike had enjoyed his steak thoroughly, and had settled down to have a few more Guinness and to decide what to do with the rest of his day. To that affect he was scoping out the various activities that were available of the Starbase with help of his PADD. There had been so many possibilities that he had not really settled on much of anything for today over the course of the last hour and a half. Indecision was alien to him, but Mike was determined for once to not really make too many decisions and over-think things. he was almost tired of doing just those things all the time. With Mosh, T'Vyr, Saint Jean and Cooper off doing their own things, Mike couldn't help but feel a bit abandoned, even though such feelings were irrational to say the least. It's just that they five of them had been together for so long that they had formed a bond that went beyond duty- it was more familial. just as those thoughts of excessive codependency filtered through the Guinness induce layers of his brain, Mike realized that someone was actually talking to him. He swung his head towards the voice. "Hello. I am TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei on the Boudicca. It is nice to meet you. Let's get to know each other. You can go first if you don't mind." Mike blinked up at the half-Klingon, which was obvious by the much more mild Klingon features, and frowned. "I'm sorry Lieutenant," Mike responded, his words a bit slurred. "Were you speaking to me, sir?" (reply Trei) A couple of things set of miniature alarm bells for Mike, the first being the fact that he wasn't wearing his uniform and so should not have been identifiably as a Starfleet Officer, and the second was that they had already been warned that this Starbase was a haven for potential intelligence operatives to gather Intel and other classified Starfleet intelligence. ~Maybe I can work out exactly who this fellow is.~ Mike thought to himself, ~No harm in being friendly, I suppose.~ His eyes traveled down the strong frame of the man standing in front of him and Mike wondered if trouble started if he was in any condition to handle it at this stage. "My name is Mike." he said offering the individual a handshake. "You're welcomed to join me." (reply Trei) Mike gestured to the bar stool next to him. "I'd offer to buy you a drink, but it looks as if you already have one." He added a moment later and then as a second thought, locked the PADD he was handling and slipped it into his tunic pocket. "You're with the Boudicca you say?" Mike asked, "How's captain Stakes?" I've heard he was crazy and I figure he'd have to be considering he used his ship as a battering ram against Valhalla. Do you know him well?" (reply Trei) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - The County Cork - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 13.56) Rosenbauer looked Detron over to see if he was who he said he was. Detron understood the concern for he would do the same with someone he just met. Rosenbauer offered to buy Detron another Guinness and sit next to him in the open stool. Detron took the offer and sat in the stool next to Rosenbauer. Rosenbauer asked Detron about Captain Stakes. "I have more experience with Captain Rivers than Captain Stakes. From what time I had with him, he was a reasonable man. Captain Durand is the current Captain. For some reason unknown to me, Captain Durand has a thing for me. Tell me about yourself. It is true I am not a full Klingon as seen by my softer features. I grew up on Betazed with my mother. My father is full Klingon and I have visited him many times on Quo'nos. That make me Half Klingon, Half Betazoid. I have a sister on Betazed about to enter the Academy for most likely to be a Counselor. I have great empathic ability and fair telepathic ability. My father taught me to fight in the path of the Warrior. I have completed the Rite of Ascension a few months ago. It was thrilling along with great pain reflection. That is enough for now." (Reply Rosenbauer) (Posted by Edward) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 – The County Cork – ATT LCDR Lorimar – 1358) One of the perks of being outside the regular chain of command was setting one’s own schedule. Right now, a late lunch seemed to be in order. Lorimar was still manifestly unhappy with his new assignment, but he had grown to accept it with something akin to a fatalistic outlook… that of a man sentenced to a punishment he didn’t understand, nor did he feel he deserved. He had been productive enough in the two months since the Captain (Starfleet, really) had removed him from his job as Chief Engineer. He had started some interesting projects and research, and made himself available to consult with his – Ensign Gesar’s now – engineering department. Trouble was, no one needed him. He felt superfluous… not a feeling he had ever really experienced before. He was adjusting… slowly to his unwanted career change. What was needed now, he mused, was a change in scenery. Which is just what had brought him to where he found himself now. Surprised to see a familiar face in a strange place, he made a direct line to the empty seat next to his friend. “Afternoon lad! Ah’m pleased tae see ye takin’ some time for yerself. Would ye let me buy ye a drink ah hope?” (Reply Trei) “Who’s yer new friend lad?” Without waiting for a reply, he extended his hand toward the large man sitting next to Trei. “Bob Lorimar… Chief – sorry. *ATT* officer from the Boudicca. Since yer in mah friend Detron’s company, let me buy ye a drink as well.” (Reply Rosenbauer, Trei, Any) (Posted by Russ) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, The County Cork, SO Ensign Mike Rosenbauer, Day 1- 1359) "I have more experience with Captain Rivers than Captain Stakes. From what time I had with him, he was a reasonable man. Captain Durand is the current Captain. For some reason unknown to me, Captain Durand has a thing for me." Trei replied ~A thing?~ Mike wondered, ~As in a romantic Interest?~ Mike shook his head and reminded himself that it was really none of his business. "Tell me about yourself." The Half-Klingon continued, "It is true I am not a full Klingon as seen by my softer features. I grew up on Betazed with my mother. My father is full Klingon and I have visited him many times on Quo'nos. That makes me Half-Klingon, Half-Betazoid. I have a sister on Betazed about to enter the Academy. She is most likely to be a Counselor. I have great empathic ability and fair telepathic ability. My father taught me to fight in the path of the Warrior. I completed the Rite of Ascension a few months ago. It was thrilling along with great pain and reflection. That is enough for now." "Well congratulations on completing your rite." Mike said with a broad smile. He knew that the Rite was a harsh one and not one that he personally would care to endure. He'd had experience with Klingon pain sticks already once in his life and didn't care to repeat the experience. Mike raised his drink to the man in salute before he took a deep drink of the frothy brew. "Well not much to tell really." Mike said as he replaced his mug on the bar, still not certain what to say. "My name is Mike Rosenbauer. I'm assigned to the Rosenante as a security officer. Used to be a Major in the Starfleet Rangers but resigned that commission to join the fleet." "I run a security squad on the Rose called the Marauders. We've been together since before the civil war. Almost a decade if you count the time shift." He continued. Before Trei could say much, a new voice joined them. "Afternoon lad! Ah’m pleased tae see ye takin’ some time for yerself. Would ye let me buy ye a drink ah hope?” (Reply Trei) Mike leaned forward enough to see past the well built half-Klingon at the man that had joined them. He was a Lieutenant Commander and dressed in the gold uniform of support, which made him either an engineer or an operations officer. The mad had a thick accent that Mike thought may have originated from Scotland. “Who’s yer new friend lad?” Without waiting for a reply, he extended his hand toward the large man sitting next to Trei. “Bob Lorimar… Chief – sorry. *ATT* officer from the Boudicca. Since yer in mah friend Detron’s company, let me buy ye a drink as well.” Mike shook the man's outstretched hand. "Mike Rosenbauer, Security Officer on the Rosenante. Nice to meet you Sir. And I'll gladly take you up on another Guinness." There was something that was gnawing at the back of Mike's mind. The name Lorimar was familiar to him somehow. It took him just a little while to put it together. It registered about the same time as it took the Bartender to place his new draught of Guinness on the bar in front of him. "You wouldn't happen to be the same Lorimar that designed the Runabout of the same named class designation would you?" Mike asked. (reply Lorimar) Mike chuckled. "Commander McLaren bragged about your engineering skills the entire time that he was looking over the new arrivals on the Rosenante. I was lucky enough to be acting as guard for them on the starbase before they were completely transferred to the Rose. I must say they certainly look sweet and I can't wait to fly one of them. Of course I've been itching to do so ever since the Commander came aboard with the second Prototype ,'Ariana'. It's his baby though, and he won't let anyone come near it." (reply Lorimar, Trei) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - The County Cork - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 14.01) Detron saw his friend Bob Lorimar sit down in an open stool next to him. He offered to buy a drink for Detron and the newly met security officer on the Rosennante. Detron turned to Bob to acknowledge him then returned to face Rosenbauer. "Good to see you Bob. How is your new job working for you? A shot of Jameson would be great. I still have a half pint left of the Guinness but will be getting a second pint shortly. Thank You." ~Good to see you friend.~ (Reply Lorimar, Rosenbauer) (Posted by Edward) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, Promenade- CIV Dahlia Jackson - 1406) They had been on the promenade for a short while, looking around at all the sights and sounds that the myriad masses had to offer. It was exciting and exhilarating at the same time. Thomas had been explaining the ceremony, or at least it's concept to her as they walked, although admittedly, she had been distracted by a few of the vendors a couple of times. "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. "Then why wear them in the first place?" she asked. "Where exactly are we going then?" Her confusion was evident and Tom smiled at her. "We are going to a shop that features appropriate dress for the ladies" Tom explained. "Ahh.." she said with a knowing nod. "Do you have a particular style of dress that you'd like me to buy?" there was a hint of a coy smile in her eyes. 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. "And have no fashion sense?" Dahlia added with a tease. She threw her arms around him and embraced him in a tight hug. He was slightly taller than she and so she had to stand on her tip-toes in order to reach his neck easily. As she was hugging him she noticed a smallish looking chapel across the promenade. Above the entry way was a carved stone work sign that declared 'Rothal Chapel. A private place for religious and special ceremonies.' She released her grip from Tom and stepped around him looking at the front of the facility. It looked intriguing and they still had not decided upon a place to hold the ceremony. "Thomas, look." she said pointing at the doorway. "There's a chapel. Didn't you say that humans were sometimes married in a church or chapel?" (reply Jackson) "Can we go look? Please? It might be the perfect place to have the wedding." (reply Jackson) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- 2O/COPS SB 989 Promenade Lt and Dahlia Jackson - 1408) Tom and Dahlia were strolling on the Promenade and just enjoying their togetherness. Tom trying to explain the nuances of the human wedding ceremony. He had told Dahlia about whom he had chosen Steve Matrix for his best man. Tom's face suddenly took on a clouded appearance; one of worry or concern. "What's wrong?" she asked him. "I keep thinking this is a dream and I will wake up from it. I ...." Tom began. "You shouldn't worry at all. It's just a little surreal, but it's happening, or rather has happened already technically." she replied leaning forward to press her lips against his cheek. "I certainly know that you don't feel much like a dream Thomas." she added as she withdrew her lips. "Dreams don't have solidity or warmth or get concerned over what dress to wear to their second wedding now do they?" Tom smiled. He craved her affection and love. He looked at her and replied simply "No they don't Dahlia". He hugged her and marvelled how the display of affection in public had troubled him in the past. Tom had been thinking about how they had not selected a place for their second ceremony. "Ahh.." she said with a knowing nod. "Do you have a particular style of dress that you'd like me to buy?" there was a hint of a coy smile in her eyes. He blushed a bit and he sensed he was getting quite a woman as his bride. 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. "And have no fashion sense?" Dahlia added with a tease. She threw her arms around him and embraced him in a tight hug. He was slightly taller than she and so she had to stand on her tip-toes in order to reach his neck easily. "My god Dahlia, you don;t realize how much i need that. I never had many girlfriends. I was always the quiet type" he added shyly. (reply: Dahlia) As she was hugging him she noticed a smallish looking chapel across the promenade. Above the entry way was a carved stone work sign that declared 'Rothal Chapel. A private place for religious and special ceremonies.' She released her grip from Tom and stepped around him looking at the front of the facility. It looked intriguing and they still had not decided upon a place to hold the ceremony. "Thomas, look." she said pointing at the doorway. "There's a chapel. Didn't you say that humans were sometimes married in a church or chapel? "Yes, those of us that are moire traditional like to use them. I am like that" he added. Can we go look? Please? It might be the perfect place to have the wedding" she asked. "Certainly. Let's go take a look sweetheart" Tom replied. (reply: Dahlia) (posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Promenade - Dyson Bird, Day 1- 1437) Dyson stood on the Promenade of Starbase 989 looking around in a most confused manner as he tried to compare his surroundings with the PADD that he carried in his left hand. A new Starfleet recruit, just graduated from the academy, he was hopelessly stuck on the starbase for at least three weeks while he waited for his transport to carry him to the USS Hamburg. He'd been discharged from one of the small personnel freighters that Starfleet used from timte to time when it was needed to convey personnel in a direction that didn't demand the use of a runabout. And for the last half hour, Dyson had been lost beyond all measure, just trying to find a good place to get a bite to eat. With a sigh, he finally decided to s top using the PADd and just ask someone. Across the way he noticed a Starfleet officer wearing Medical or Sciences blue. The individual seemed to know where he was going, so Dyson headed that way. When he was close enough, Dyson got the man's attention. "Excuse me sir." he called. (reply Lopez) "Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you might be able to help me out." He continued, "I mean i'm new to the starbase and all, Just got off the ship so to speak and I'll be waiting around here for a couple of weeks at least for my next transport and well..." Dyson took in a big deep breath before continuing, "I've been told that there is a great Irish pub around here somewhere, and was wondering if you might know where it is?" (reply Lopez) "The County Cork" Dyson answered after reviewing his PADD. (reply Lopez) Dyson nodded, "Thanks." He said and started to leave when he had an idea. He turned back to the helpful officer. "Uh, My name is Dyson by the way, Dyson Bird." (reply Lopez) "It's nice to meet you Sam." Dyson replied, "Listen I don't know anyone on this station and I hate eating or drinking alone, so I was wondering if you'd care to join me? First round will be on me. What do you say?" (reply Lopez) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB 989 Command Suite A/CO LT Kraal Day 1 1955) Kraal's blue skin glowed darkly blue. This usually meant that he was mad and did not give a rip who knew it. The base staff had avoided him since the murder of Captain Taylor had been solved. Is was mad as the Rosenante's staff had keep him outside of the investigation and had not been given any data. The more he thought about it the madder he got. Making his mind up, he opened a channel to the Rosenante. He was forming his thoughts when the screen displayed a middle eastern man. "Captain Salid it is Lt Kraal SB 989 First Officer. I want to speak to you about the recent murder investigation. I am also interested of course in my plans you have fro my staff and I". Kraal was curious indeed. (Reply: Captain Salid) "I appreciate your time Sir. I look forward to meeting with you soon - Kraal out" - the Andorian closed the link. Kraal was cooling down and wondered what his immediate future would hold. He might at long last get a slot on a starship. He sighed and thought ~ I will get a fracking desk job~. (reply: none) (posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Ready Room, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid- Day 1 1958) As was his habit when handling additional reports and paperwork after his normal duty hours, Ahmed sat in his Ready room, listening to the soft strains of Persian Traditional music as he reviewed reports. The sweet strains of a Setar were interrupted, at the height of it's piece by the chirp of the communicator which was sitting on his desk. For a brief moment, he considered not answering it, but as always relented. =^=Captain Salid it is Lt Kraal SB 989 First Officer. I want to speak to you about the recent murder investigation. I am also interested of course in my plans you have for my staff and I. =^= Ahmed frowned, apparently the Andorian officer did not read the reports that had been sent to him over a week ago once the investigation was concluded. It seemed as if he was unaware that the murderer had been arrested and was being held by the base security staff even now. Ahmed tapped his commbadge. "Of course lieutenant. why don't you come over to the Rosenante. I'll wait for you in my ready room." he replied. =^=I appreciate your time Sir. I look forward to meeting with you soon - Kraal out.=^= The Andorian closed the link. Ahmed frowned slightly, then tapped his commbadge again. "Salid to Soma" (reply Soma) "Sorry to bother you so late lieutenant." (reply Soma) "Lieutenant Kraal, the Station's acting CO is on his way to the Rosenante to meet with me in my ready room. Could you be so kind as to arrange a security escort for him and to see to it that he is shown directly to my ready room and that after our meeting is concluded he will be escorted directly off the ship? Feel free to delegate the escort duty to someone if you'd prefer." (reply Soma) "Thank you Lieutenant, Salid out." Now there was nothing to do but wait for the Andorian to arrive. (reply Soma, Kraal) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Crew Quarters, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 1959) Ben had finished meditating and was just finishing of a sandwich when his comm badge chirped an incoming call. =/\=Salid to Soma=/\= "Soma here Captain." Ben replied. =/\=Sorry to bother you so late lieutenant.=/\= "It's no bother Sir, what can I do for you?" =/\=Lieutenant Kraal, the Station's acting CO is on his way to the Rosenante to meet with me in my ready room. Could you be so kind as to arrange a security escort for him and to see to it that he is shown directly to my ready room and that after our meeting is concluded he will be escorted directly off the ship? Feel free to delegate the escort duty to someone if you'd prefer.=/\= Ben could only imagine what the stations FO wanted, he would no doubt have a few things to say about Ben and his handling of the investigation. "I'll handle it personally Captian." Ben replied. =/\=Thank you Lieutenant, Salid out.=/\= Ben stood and made his way to transporter room 1. He would bring Lieutenant Kraal to the captains ready room and them escort him off the ship. Kraal might even decide to voice some of his concerns to Ben in the process. Within a couple minutes Ben was inside the transporter room, looking up at the Ensign on duty he said. "Has lieutenant Kraal signaled that he's ready to beam over yet?" "He's signaling now Sir." Came the reply. "Energise." Ben said. He watched as Lieutenant Kraal was rematerialized on the transporter platform. "Lieutenant," Ben said in greeting. "Welcome aboard the Rosenante." (reply Kraal) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - The County Cork - ACEO Lt. JG Eian O'Neill - Day 1 - 2002) Eian rounded the corner on the Promenade and walked into the pub. Almost immediately, the bartender spotted him and called happily, "Eian! You're back! And you're...promoted!" "That I am," Eian said, hearing a slight Irish accent come out of his mouth. Generally he spoke without an accent, but the surroundings were infectious and he realized that he sounded just like his father. The folks at the County Cork had seen him plenty of times, as he had made it somewhat of a tradition to have a Guinness or two...or three...at the Irish pub. His name was a dead giveaway from the first moment he stepped inside and introduced himself. From then on he was accepted as 'family'. He was enamored with the surroundings, the wood-paneled walls, the dim lighting, the advertisements from Guinness, the football game on the normal screens and also displayed on what was called a 'TV'. The 'TV', and old piece of technology from Earth's 20th and 21st centuries, was really a normal screen surrounded by a black plastic container to make it look like it had come from the year 2000. Eian sat down at the bar and placed his PADD in front of him. "Congratulations! It'll be your usual, then?" the bartender asked him, and Eian nodded. Glancing up at the game, he checked the score and then looked down at his PADD. Seconds later, a pint of Guinness was placed in front of him. It was relatively noisy but nowhere near the level it usually was. "Sean, where is everyone?" Eian asked the bartender. Sean Keegan answered, "Apparently there's a party at Braack's," He shook his head before Eian could question exactly what kind of party. "It's not the kind *you* want ta be messin' with," he stated. "More of the back-room, 50-credits-for-entrance kind." Eian looked behind him. That kind of party seemed illegal and Eian frowned, tapped his combadge, and said, "O'Neill to Soma." (reply Soma) "I've been informed that there may be illegal activity taking place in Braack's Bar at the moment. I'm unsure as to exactly what kind, but I'm pretty certain it's nothing violent," he said. (reply Soma) "No problem, Sir. O'Neill out." He rolled his eyes. He hoped no Starfleet officers were over there. But either way, it was bound to get more crowded in here once the party was broken up over there. "Sean, let me ask you something." "It's wha' ah'm here for," Sean said, and caught a customer's request for more Guinness. "Be righ' back." A moment later, Sean returned and Eian said, "I've had several encounters today that have made me think that if people just had a bit more guidance as kids, they would end up turning out okay as adults. They'd have some direction, know where they're going. You know?" "Ah know that well, lad, but what is it ya've got in mind this time?" It didn't take long for people to notice that Eian seemed to always have a new project. "Have you ever heard of 'Scouting'?" Eian asked him. "Pouting?" "Scouting!" Eian shouted more clearly, above the others at the bar who were intensely interested in the football game. A look of recognition flashed on Sean's face for a fleeting moment, and then it was gone. "No, can't say I have." "It's a group for school-age kids. Helps them learn different skills, gives them exposure to things they wouldn't otherwise have." He took a drink of his Guinness. "I want to start something like that on the Rosenante." Sean grinned and slapped Eian on the shoulder. "If anyone's gonna do it, it's gonna be you, lad. Wouldn't surprise me if ya happened ta cure the Rigelian Sea Virus and find a way t' put Guinness in Starfleet rations at the same time." He shook his head. "Ya never sleep, do ya?" Eian laughed, and took another drink. "I've got an odd brain--works differently from other people's. I think best when I have a million things to do." Suddenly, Sean seemed to have an idea. "You're an engineer, are ya not?" "I am. Why?" "My crock pot's on the fritz. Come back here and have a look at it." "Okay, no problem," Eian said, and picked up his Guinness and PADD and walked to the bar opening. As Sean led him to the kitchen area, he couldn't help but think, ~What the hell is a crock pot?~ (reply any, none necessary) (posted by Morgan G) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Transporter Room One- CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma - 2003) =/\=O'Neill to Soma.=/\= ~This could be a busy night~ Tapping his commbadge he replied. "Soma here." =/\=I've been informed that there may be illegal activity taking place in Braack's Bar at the moment. I'm unsure as to exactly what kind, but I'm pretty certain it's nothing violent,=/\= "I'll have someone look into." Ben replied. "I'm tied up at the moment." =/\=No problem, Sir. O'Neill out.=/\= ~Guess he's still getting used to that extra pip~ Tapping his commbadge he said. "Soma to Sanok, Mr. O'Neill just informed me of illicit activity at Braacks Bar. So far it's nothing violent, could you look into it?" (reply Sanok) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB 989 Transporter Room 1 Lt Kraal FO Day 1 2009) LT blew out a long sigh. He had contacted Captain Salid. He did not know what to expect but he had to go through with the meeting he had asked for. Turning to his Transporter Chief he said "Signal the Rosenante that we are ready" Kraal ordered. The young operator nodded and signalled the Rose. ready to beam Lt Kraal over. Let us know when you are ready" the young man sent. They signalled they were ready. Kraal's vision dissolved in to the always weird blurry field of vision. In what seemed seconds the SB 989 area was replaced he interior of a starship. Kraal took a second to get hid bearings/ He saw the transporter officer and another officer - a Lieutenant wearing security colours. "Permission to Come Aboard Sir: Kraal said formally. (reply: Soma) "I am Lt Kraal SB 989 Acting CO. I am here to see your Captain" Kraal added. (reply: Soma) As he was lead to teh Captain;s location, Kraal felt a strong pang of envy. He was stuck on a crummy star base in the middle of Timbuktu. The Andorian's mood worsened as the neared the Ready Room. He and Lt Soma didn't exchange much as they made the alk to Captain;s Salid. As Lt Soma signalled the CO they had arrived, Kraal looked at the Bridge. Again he cursed his luck silently. (reply: Soma or Salid) (posted by Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante, Transporter Room 1, CTAC/SEC Lt. jg Ben Soma, 2010) "Permission to Come Aboard Sir." Kraal said formally. Ben nodded and replied. "Permission granted." "I am Lt Kraal SB 989 Acting CO. I am here to see your Captain" Kraal added. "I'm Lieutenant Ben Soma, chief tactical and security officer for the Rosenante." Ben replied in kind. "If you'll follow me, Captain Salid is waiting for your arrival." Ben lead Kraal out of the Transporter Room, down the corridor and into a lift. "Bridge." He said after the doors had closed. Within moments the doors opened and they stepped out onto the bridge, Ben nodded to the few officers that were present and headed to the Captains ready room. He thunmbed the door chime announcing their presence. "Lieutenant Kraal to see you Sir." Ben said into the intercom. (reply Salid) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Braak's Bar - aCEO Ens. Sg. Anton Gesar - 2012) Anton was seated in what one might call his usual spot. The Starbase was a large place and Anton could have gone anywhere, but as soon as he saw Braak’s on the list of bars he knew this was the place. Because every Ferengi bar has one, that spot, where the lights are not quite as bright and one can hide in a shadow. A kind of spot one can observe practically the entire bar without being observed himself. Yes, every Ferengi bar has one and Anton was glad to reaffirm that some things in the universe always remain constant. In one hand he had his cigar and in the other the glass off cognac, both from his own stack. The bar tender had no issue with it, especially after Anton threw in a large tip on top of the corkage fee. As he sat back and looked around he noticed that there were a lot of people gathered and continuing to gather. The bar security only noticed Anton because he was walking by. “There’s a fee for enjoying the party tonight.” Anton made no motion other than to take a sip of his drink. He was big, big enough to be security at a bar. Uncertain the man looked over at the bar, likely at the bartender with the large tip who must have waved him off. The man paused for a moment debating something then simply moved on. He was brooding again, Anton realized as he took a drag of his cigar. He was in his dark place again, a place he almost forgot about. The time he spent as Lorimar’s assistant and the things that had happened to him since coming to the Boudicca had curbed some of that arrogance and the with his father’s death the looming pressure of being Boris Gesar’s son was not as heavy a burden to carry. It was the monotony of the last two months that had slowly but surely brought his mind and his mood back to this point. It might seem strange to someone else, but after Boris’s death and without knowing it, Lorimar as Anton’s commanding officer gave him that reprieve of having an authoritative voice of wisdom. With Lorimar transferred to ATT and Anton in charge of engineering he began to, for the first time, truly feel… alone. With a boring mission and very little to do in engineering other than standard maintenance Anton’s mood began to darken. So here he was, inside this bar, sitting in a shadowed corner, sipping his cognac and smocking his cigar. Feeling like he was back on Laatstekans station sitting at that bar, in the same dark corner. He remembered the woman briefly. He could not help but smile, her attempt at getting her friend to… mug him perhaps. His thoughts went back to his father. Well to Boris Gesar anyways. Anton was proud to be known as his son. It was perhaps what gave him that arrogant demeanor when he first arrived on the Boudicca. Now more confident than arrogant, Anton could not help but think about his real parents. When Boris was alive, his life was consumed with Starfleet. Since the day he was adopted the Admiral trained him and drilled into him what would be expected of Anton. But now that the man was gone he could not help himself but wonder, who his parents were. All he was ever told was that they were killed in an industrial accident in the region known as Russia back on Earth. But that was all he knew, not even their names. He could hire a private investigation firm back on earth, which he could afford thanks to Boris. ~I wonder if Boris would care?~ Anton wondered. Something caught his attention from the other side of the bar. Some sort of a commotion involving what looked like yellow Starfleet uniforms. Anton took a sip of his drink. ~This ought to be interesting.~ (Reply Any) (Posted by Oleg Kislyuk) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989, Promenade, CEO, Lt. Steven Matrix, Day 1- 2333) Matrix was at the top of the Promenade deck looking over the activity below. The crews of the Rosenante and Boudicca were starting to mingle and getting to know one another. For the Rosenante, her repairs, refits and respites were largely complete. The murder aboard the starbase was solved and the criminal put away. Matrix smiled and felt home. Star Fleet life wasn't for everyone, but he wouldn't want to do anything else. He loved the challenges, the problem solving and above all the exploration. "Here you go Lieutenant, one dry vodka Martini, dirty with extra olives. Would you like something to eat as well?" asked the bartender. "Thank you, no the drink is fine for now." replied Matrix as he took the drink. He plucked one olive out of the glass and ate it. The blue cheese stuffing was an extra treat. Matrix turned around and sat at the elevated table just a foot away from where he was standing. The table was meant for two, but other tables had four or five people around them. The Promenade area was busy with activity, even for this time of day. Matrix sat down and sipped his martini. Alone, he reflected on Lieutenant Jackson's wedding and that of Hank Stevens. He thought it was great that folks were enamored enough to marry one another. He missed Alura. Her beauty was staggering and matched by her accomplishments and intelligence. Matrix gulped his martini and signaled 'another' to the bartender. It had been some time since he reflected on the memory of Alura and he wondered where she was. What fate had become her? After the USS Paladin was destroyed in the civil war; indeed where was she? Peter Cohen knew of their relationship and likely the affection Matrix had for her. Peter was sensitive to the subject and didn't bring it up, he knew better. In fact, Peter had made unofficial inquires of her whereabouts without success. Matrix didn't know about the inquiries. "Another Lieutenant, how was the last one? Food?" asked the bartender. "Perfect, thank you. No, just drink." replied Matrix. The bartender took the empty martini glass away as Matrix took a drink of the new one. He turned and continued to reflect where is beloved Alura was, her fate, where she was. (Reply none) (Posted by Steve) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase 989 - Promenade - ACEO Ensign(jg) Henry Jacobs - 2335) Jacobs was surprised to see as many people as he did this late while he walked along the promenade. The day had come to an end a Jacobs finally got to explore the starbase after working on the engineering diagnostics for the majority of the day. It seemed endless the vast amounts of shops and establishments Jacobs gazed upon as he walked the course of the promenade. Even though most of the shops were closed he happened upon a late running tavern that he was sure would be able to serve him food and drink. Jacobs was a fit man and he really liked to eat, he ordered and waited for the food to come out. Not to long after 2 plates of food came out along with a giant mug of root beer. Jacobs directed his concentration on the food placed in front of him. As he ate he contemplated the work he and the other engineers had done earlier in the day. ~personally i could entertain a little talk about something else other than engineering right now.~ (Reply anyone on promenade this late) (Posted by Darryl) ======================================================= (USS Rosenante Docked SB 989 Bridge Lt Tom Jackson 2O/COPS Day2 0900) Tom was on the bridge doing some work for a change. He loved sitting in the center chair and now that he was the second officer he hoped he'd get some time handling the bridge during a live mission. Tom had never in his wildest dreams imagined that he'd be in a command slot. Tom was determined not to let down his friend and CO Ahmed Salid. Tom's mind turned to his up coming wedding. Jackson had not told Pez about Captain's Taylor's demise but simply accepted Pez's 'gift'. He was planning on getting Dahlia a nice gift on the SB. Pez had suggested a couple of shops where the owner owed his step-dad a few favors. His stint on the bridge would end about 1500 so he had made a date with Dahlia to go shopping and have a meal together. He opened a channel to Dahlia and asked her "I was wondering f you would like to have lunch with the luckiest guy in the universe at 1505?" 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