USS Rosenante Compile Sensory Overload 2 ==================== Sensory Overload Day 1 Stardate: 2414.11.01 ==================== (Rosenante, Engineering, aCSO Ensign (jg) Thomas C'Nell, Day 1, 1300) (Rosenante, Engineering, aCEO Lieutenant Nolar, Day 1, 1304) (Rosenante, Engineering, FO/CEO Lt. Cmdr. Matrix, Day 1, 1306) (Rosenante, Engineering, aCEO Lieutenant Nolar, Day 1, 1308) (Rosenante, Engineering, aCSO Ensign Thomas C'Nell, Day 1, 1309) (Rosenante, Engineering, FO/CEO Lt. Cmdr Matrix, Day 1, 1310) (Rosenante, Engineering, aCEO Lieutenant Nolar, Day 1, 1312) (Rosenante, 2O Office, aCEO Lieutenant Nolar, Day 1, 1323) (Rosenante, aCSO Ensign Thomas C'Nell, Day 1, 1340) (Rosenante, Sickbay, MO Ens (jg) Edward Sutton, Day 1, 1435) (Rosenante, Sickbay, aCMO Paul Scudder, Day 1, 1440) (Rosenante, Sickbay, MO Ens (jg) Edward Sutton, Day 1, 1445) (Rosenante, Personal Quarters, aCMO Dr. Paul Scudder, Day 1, 1800) (Rosenante, Personal Quarters, CMO Ensign (sg) Ailyn Andersen, Day 1, 1833) (Rosenante, Jackson Quarters, 2O/CSec LCDR Tom Jackson, Day 1, 1900) (Rosenante, Bridge, CO Captain Sanok, Day 1, 1915) (Rosenante, Bridge, aCSO Ensign Thomas C'Nell, Day 1, 1917) (Rosenante, Bridge, 2O/CSec LCDR Tom Jackson, Day 1, 1918) (Rosenante, Governor Jamison Caru, Day 1, 1922) (Rosenante, Sickbay, aCMO Paul Scudder, Day 1, 1930) (Rosenante, Sickbay, MO Ens (jg) Edward Sutton, Day 1, 1932) (Rosenante, Main Conference Room, aCMO Paul Scudder, Day 1, 1934) (Rosenante, Main Conference Room, CO Captain Sanok, Day 1, 1935) (Rosenante, Shuttlebay, aCEO Lieutenant Nolar, Day 1, 1938) (Rosenante, Shuttle Bay, CMO Ensign (sg) Ailyn Andersen, Day 1, 1941) (Rosenante, Main Conference Room, aCMO Paul Scudder, Day 1, 1943) (Rosenante, Main Conference Room, CO Captain Sanok, Day 1, 1944) (Rosenante, Shuttle Bay, aCSO Ensign (jg) Thomas C'Nell, Day 1, 1945) (Rosenante, Main Conference Room, aCMO Paul Scudder, Day 1, 1946) (Rosenante, Shuttle Bay, FO/CEO LCDR Steven Matrix, Day 1, 1947) (Rosenante, Shuttle Bay, 2O/CSec LCDR Tom Jackson, Day 1, 1948) (Rosenante, Shuttle Bay, Med Tech PO1 Tesha, Day 1, 1949) (Rosenante, Main Conference Room, CO Captain Sanok, Day 1, 1950) (Rosenante, Shuttle Bay, CTac Ensign (sg) Jessica Signos , Day 1, 1951) (Rosenante, Shuttle Bay, 2O/CSec LCDR Tom Jackson, Day 1, 1955) ==================== (Rosenante, Engineering, aCSO Ensign (jg) Thomas C'Nell, Day 1, 1300) =/\= Mister C'Nell please report to main engineering =/\= Matrix's voice came through "on my way sir" C'Nell answered. He took the turbolift down to the section, an engineer took the turbolift with him but they didn't talk. C'Nell arrived and quickly say Matrix “So Ensign please help me understand your request in detail. You said you need command override…for what exactly?” asked Matrix. "You understand my plan of using our replicators as a food supplement? I sent the report. Well the reason command override is needed is the power drain to auxiliary systems; holodecks, the gym and crew quarters is more than protocol allows a junior officer to order. I promise essential systems such as engines, tactical or life support will only be compromised in an emergency" NRPG: Either way C'Nell is a junior but I was wondering would being a department head make you senior or is it simply rank obviously department heads tend to be higher ranks anyway but I was just curious. Is it simply a term relative to addressee? i.e. I would be senior to a crewman while Junior to Matrix “I like your idea Ensign. We can only supplement any existing food reserves they may have, but it should be enough to prevent any food riots or rationing. I will approve your override request, but I have some conditions.” Continued Matrix. C'Nell nodded and allowed him to continue First you clear any engineering requirements with Lieutenant Nolar. Keep him apprised of your plan and anticipated needs including any personnel you may need to pull from engineering. Second, you get with Doctor Andersen and her crew. Any medical needs come first. Understood?” asked Matrix. "Aye Sir I shall contact Nolar immediately; I shall send a requistion for the needed engineers and Sir I recommend a member of senior staff explain certain facilities will be down for a time" C'Nell replied. (Reply Matrix) C'Nell walked away. Tapping his combadge; "C'Nell to Lieutenant Nolar, I am patching through a report requisitoning the engineers I will need to convert the replicators, I'll have a member of my department bring it to you" (Reply Nolar) (Posted by Nathan) ----- (Rosenante, Engineering, aCEO Lieutenant Nolar, Day 1, 1304) Gan estimated that the numbers of force-fields they had weren`t enough to insure a proper security of the site. He had the intention to replicate more, but it was better, he thought, to get the strategy straight. He headed for main engineering. While on his way, he was interrupted by a communication. "Nolar here." he said touching his combadge. =/\= C'Nell to Lieutenant Nolar, I am patching through a report requisitoning the engineers I will need to convert the replicators, I'll have a member of my department bring it to you =/\=" "Okay, send it to me and I`ll take a look." replied Nolar. (Reply C`Nell) Just as he said that, he saw both C`Nell and Matrix talking in main engineering. He thought to interrupt them, but rather, he waited for their conversation to be over. He had special matters to address with the commander. "Sir. I would like to review with you, security and medicals the security plans and installations we are gonna have out there." Nolar began once he was alone with the FO. (Reply Matrix) "The Cardassian does not use the same kind of tactics than the Federation with their enemies. Destroying their main power and food supply is always one of our first objective. From experience, people out there won`t be friendly for long. Even if we will be there to help them, if they are really starving, they will threaten us every time we refuse to give them food or supply cause we will never be giving enough in their eyes. They will try to steal from us and from each other. Some will try to organize a blackmarket by stealing food or supply and selling them to the best offer. It is my opinion we should take the security of our team very seriously." Nolar explained. (Reply Matrix) (Posted by Nick) ----- (Rosenante, Engineering, FO/CEO Matrix, Day 1, 1306) "Sir. I would like to review with you, security and medicals the security plans and installations we are gonna have out there." Said Nolar. "Proceed Lieutenant." Replied Matrix. "The Cardassian does not use the same kind of tactics than the Federation with their enemies. Destroying their main power and food supply is always one of our first objective. From experience, people out there won`t be friendly for long. Even if we will be there to help them, if they are really starving, they will threaten us every time we refuse to give them food or supply because we will never be giving enough in their eyes. They will try to steal from us and from each other. Some will try to organize a blackmarket by stealing food or supply and selling them to the best offer. It is my opinion we should take the security of our team very seriously." Nolar explained. Matrix thought for a moment. "While I agree with your assessment and from the intelligence we know about these people, we can't come down armed and postured. We're here to assist these people in a humanitarian effort. Wouldn't you agree Lieutenant?" asked Matrix. (Reply Nolar) Matrix smiled at the rebuttal, "Lieutenant. I didn't say you can't take a security team. Just ensure they are in plain clothes and blend in. Please talk with Commander Jackson. Security teams are his call. Understood?" replied Matrix. (Reply Nolar) "Lieutenant. One more thing. Nice work, you're clearly thinking about the bigger picture. Carry on." Replied Matrix. (Reply Nolar) (Posted by Steve) ----- (Rosenante, Engineering, aCEO Lieutenant Nolar, Day 1, 1308) “While I agree with your assessment and from the intelligence we know about these people, we can’t come down armed and postured. We’re here to assist these people in a humanitarian effort. Wouldn’t you agree Lieutenant?” asked Matrix. Gan smiled. "Most people don't think before they act. Those starving think even less. I do value your optimism, but I prefer my pessimism. It's closer to the reality of our galaxy. Without security out there..." Gan stopped. Despite he disapproved, he had to go along his superior decision. It wouldn't be appropriate to insist. Matrix smiled at the rebuttal, “Lieutenant. I didn’t say you can’t take a security team. Just ensure they are in plain clothes and blend in. Please talk with Commander Jackson. Security teams are his call. Understood?” replied Matrix. Gan examined Matrix, trying to get any extra information he could get about how far he could go. "Understood." “Lieutenant. One more thing. Nice work, you’re clearly thinking about the bigger picture. Carry on.” Replied Matrix. "I wouldn't be a Cardassian if I was.....seeing small" said Gan grinning. (Reply Matrix) (Posted by Nick) ----- (Rosenante, Engineering, aCSO Ensign Thomas C'Nell, Day 1, 1309) =/\= Okay send it to me and I'll have a look =/\= it came through the com-system but he heard the distant sound from behind him. Matrix and C'Nell had just finished their conversation he turned to Nolar and passed him the report. His eyes passed between Nolar and Matrix it was clear Nolar wanted to address the commander. NRPG: The report requisitions a number of Computer Engineers and Engineers who can reprogram replicators, transporter engineers also needed it also details the likely power drain to auxiliary batteries for a period while travelling recommending power is taken from tactical systems as attack is not expected and speed is important to accommodate for any short fall. "I will leave now Commander, Lieutenant" he nodded to each of them and turned-if they replied he didn't hear it. (Reply Matrix and Nolar iyw) C'Nell went into the turbolift and tapped his combadge "Chief Samhurst report" =/\= All sub-departments report normal sir, the Bio-lab has just finished the 3rd attempt to replicate the enzyme you found when you were stranded, it was inconclusive though. I remind you that your expected to relief Alex on the bridge. =/\= the female voice chimed through. He liked Samhurst, she was an Andorian. The only thing that bothered him was her informality, however that didn't stop her being top of his promotion recommendations. He also sighed about the experiment, it was a great gesture of the Science council to let Roseante do the testing, during patrols it had been the only thing of real interest to him. Composing the report, sending it to the council reading the reply... Now though as Acting Department head he was finding it difficult to juggle everything the entire department seemed understaffed despite the stop at Geneva and no real transfers or major retirements or injuries. The Captain had been busy implementing the new command structure to sort out a new assistant or request a new department head. He arrived at the bridge for his duty shift. He re-leaved the crewman stood at the duty station. This was the problem; there were a number of enlisted Science crews but he was the most senior officer and there was nobody of equal rank. Science needed an officer but Sanok knew that; it was a waiting game-a recruit will come soon. (Reply None) (Posted by Nathan) ----- (Rosenante, Engineering, FO/CEO Lt. Cmdr Matrix, Day 1, 1310) “Lieutenant. One more thing. Nice work, you’re clearly thinking about the bigger picture. Carry on.” Replied Matrix. "I wouldn't be a Cardassian if I was.....seeing small" said Gan Matrix regarded the Cardassian for a moment and chuckled, “Glad you’re here with us Lieutenant.” Replied Matrix as he watched the young officer leave his office. “Matrix to Commander Jackson. I’m sending Lieutenant Nolar your way. He’s asked for a security detail on the planet and I think it’s a good idea.” Said Matrix. (Reply Jackson) “I suggested indigenous attire for the security teams to ease our posture, but it’s your call Tom. I’m concerned about an armed team guarding resources, but it may not be a bad idea. Mister Nolar will likely fill you in on his concerns. Again, your call.” Replied Matrix. (Reply Jackson) (Posted by Steve) ----- (Rosenante, Engineering, aCEO Lieutenant Nolar, Day 1, 1312) "I will leave now Commander, Lieutenant" said C'Nell before he left. The first part of the conversation over, their talk switched to ensign C'Nell proposal. Gan reviewed it and contacted the COO to make sure the current power consumption level required to be keeping both food and plasmas stocks would be okay with the projected power consumption to reach Yora. "It's a huge amount of food. The Mess Hall replicators wouldn't be sufficient. We could use the ship main replicators on deck 16 to replicate the food. The repairs are completed so we have no need to replicate any ship part. With its size, it could replicate all the food we need in a few hours only." Gan commented. (Reply Matrix) "He has even suggested a way to gain more power. Not the most efficient way but at least he is trying. No need to draw from tactical. Wouldn't be advisable anyway. With the warpcore running at full efficiency and a few fusion reactors running, we have all the power we will need. I've already checked that with Ops and the math checks all fine." Gan added. (Reply Matrix) "I'll contact the engineers and send them to help C'Nell. But you do agree we should have a small meeting with Medicals, security and ensign C"nell to make sure power, security, and food will be well coordinated and managed." Gan asked. (Reply Matrix) (Posted by Steve) ----- (Rosenante, 2O Office, aCEO Lieutenant Nolar, Day 1, 1323) Matrix had referred Gan to Lieutenant-Commander Jackson on security. Without losing a second, Gan headed there. He was welcome in. "Sir. I am Lieutenant Gan Nolar, the new Assistant Chief Engineer." started Gan. (Reply Jackson) "If I may sir, as a Cardassian, I have lot of experience with people suffering from power and food shortage. It is one of the Cardassian most used tactics against the Maquis. I know the kind of panic it can creates. I would like to propose some additional security measure." Gan explained. (Reply Jackson) "Forcefields. Lot of forcefields. There is nothing better than forcefields to keep a crowd under control and exactly where you want them to be. Especially in our food and medical facility. People will try to rush in, so having forcefields to repeal them and better control the flow of people coming in and out would be very useful." Gan continued. (Reply Jackson) "I had first in mind to replicate stunning grenades and weapons aside from the forcefields. I'm only suggesting forcefields now. It's quite a progress don't you think?" Gan said as a joke. (Reply Jackson) "Oh yes. I have already reviewed our installation on the colony with the Operation Department. We have all it takes to quickly deploy structures for our staying. We could use the shuttle and runabouts power system to power most of those facilities. I would need however to know what kind of medical facility you want to have out there. Without emergency beam out, you will want to have a decent medical facility on site, am I right? As for your quarter, it should be as big and comfortable as the one you one on this ship. I convinced one of my engineers to keep their tools box on the ship and share all the same one, so with the extra space on the shuttle, I will be able to add one of those very puffy chair for your quarter." Gan added. (Reply Jackson) "I was joking, sir." said Gan smiling. (Reply Jackson) (Posted by Nick) ----- (Rosenante, aCSO Ensign Thomas C'Nell, Day 1, 1340) "Acting Science Officers Personal Log stardate 2414.11.01. My department proceeds as efficiently as I could possibly ask for and many of them have got used to the strange state of affairs the leave of Maddox I do not know if he will return but what I do know is the new Command structure is getting used to its own changes. The crew have had a considerable change to the natural order, but they have taken the logical action and dealt with the situation. The main problem in the Science Department is a lack of officers-in my opinion at least; many of the capable officers seem to be loaned to other areas or simply non-existent. I am forced to assign jobs such as Duty Watch to enlisted persons this is not good. Despite this I cannot fault Captain Sanok in his performance; I trust that my Department will get what it needs soon. The current mission progresses well, I have been tasked with dealing with the food situation and my report has been recieved by the engineering department. Nolar is an interesting character, like all officers who come aboard I look his personal file. I respect his past and he is certainly a capable officer. I am sure he will implement my plan with great effectiveness. My relationship with Jessica is progressing, we have spent some time in each others quarters but as of yet there are questions over us sharing a place together. I apparently breached the line between personal affairs and duty when I kissed her publically today-Jackson was very clear on that-we intend to meet tonight and perhaps we will discuss it. I hope I haven't hurt her, or hindered her ability to work. In any case I do not know if command approve of our relationship. Openly of course they cannot suppress it but they can legitimately raise certain concerns with our ability to work together.... I hope though they realise I love her very much and that my mistake was just that. I will distance myself from her while on duty in the future." (Reply None) (Posted by Nathan) ----- (Rosenante, Sickbay, MO Ens (jg) Edward Sutton, Day 1, 1435) It had been a few hours since he found out about the upcoming mission, and despite being the doctor on duty for the morning, he'd been able to get everything prepped for the away teams. "Petty Officer, could you get the medkits aboard the shuttle so we're good to go by the time we arrive at Yora III?" Edward asked one of the orderlies. "Yes sir." The orderly replied. As the orderly went off to tend to the loading of the medkits, Ed replicated a cup of tea and sat in his office to enjoy at least a moment of solitude. He looked around it and noticed it was more a broom closet than an 'office.' There was a desk with the usual terminal up against a wall, a small two person couch that was just as uncomfortable to sit on as it was to snooze, and finally in a corner opposite the door was a single potted palm left over from the previous occupant. ~At least I don't have to water the damn thing every day~ he thought to himself. Despite this, he had made the place his own. Above the couch were five framed certificates, his Bachelor of Medical Science (Pathology), Doctor of Dental Medicine, Graduate Diploma in Shipboard Medicine, Fellowship in Dentistry of the Royal College of Surgeons, and of course, his Starfleet Certificate of Commission. ~All those years of hard training for five pieces of paper.~ He chuckled to himself. However, he knew the qualifications were worth more than the paper they were written on, and so he relaxed back into his chair and drew his attention to the empty dog bed that was next to the door. The bed belonged to Einstein, Edward's one year-old Pembroke Welsh Corgi. He had acquired Einstein some time in his third year at the Academy, which was unusual for most cadets, although Ed and his small class of mature-aged medical cadets were afforded a few more liberties to try and not only recruit trained specialists, but also retain them. The only reason the bed was empty was thanks to Starfleet regulations ordering that all personal pets undertake a quarantine period, which Einstein was fulfilling at Starbase Geneva. He sighed at the thought of not having the dog around, as he was really a good way to keep things relaxed in the medbay. Many times at Academy Clinics, Einstein's presence would give a calming influence for nervous patients, especially when children were the ones in need of his services. ~Let's hope Ailyn isn't too freaked out by having him around when he arrives.~ Ed thought, but he knew there was a way around having him in the medbay, as he was a certified Therapy Dog. The thought was put out of his head as his commbadge chirped. =/\= Doctor Sutton, your next patient is here for his check up.=/\= Informed the nurse. Ed tapped his badge, "Really? Is that the time already? Damn." =/\= He's been waiting for the past five minutes actually.=/\= "What? Oh, so I'm late then. I'll be there in a few seconds. Sutton out." With that, Ed got up and walked to the next room to tend to his next patient, trying to fill in the time between now and the mission. (Replies Any) (Posted by Paul) ----- (Rosenante, Sickbay, aCMO Paul Scudder, Day 1, 1440) "Doctor Sutton, your next patient is here for his check up." aCMO Scudder flushed as the nurse commed Paul's fellow doctor. He already felt a fool going into Sickbay as a patient. =^= Really? Is that the time already? Damn. =^= "He's been waiting for the past five minutes actually." Paul closed his eyes. He focused on the disparity between the nurse's cold, administrative agenda and Dr. Sutton's casual, colloquial easiness. This calmed Paul some. =^= What? Oh, so I'm late then. I'll be there in a few seconds. Sutton out. =^= With that, Ed entered. Paul opened his eyes immediately and tried his best to appear nonchalant, unsmiling and matter-of-fact. "Dr. Sutton." (reply Sutton) "Actually, no; I've not been waiting per se and I'm not your scheduled patient." Paul glanced at the hovering nurse, imagined he could telepathically send him away, and hoped the power of his glance might coerce him. "Though it appears that circumstances leave you free to field my minor complaint—" Paul winced suddenly and visibly. (reply Sutton) Paul's face again relaxed. "A headache, I've believed, Doctor. Though its recurrence and persistence has me questioning my self-diagnosis. If you don't mind I'll rest a moment." Paul sat on a biobed and told Ed of his symptoms the past month, of the analgesic hypospray he'd been keeping in his quarters and using almost daily. "Perhaps you wouldn't mind running some scans, Doctor." (reply Sutton) NRPG: medical technobabble in your hands, Doctor Sutton. :) All I'm thinking is that Paul has developed the beginnings of some rare Vulcan disease of the brain, in its first stages, with no known way to discern why it's happening or if it will develop further. You can add around this to your liking, and we can develop further as we go along in future. RPG: If Paul was shocked it didn't show. "But my Vulcan ancestry is so mixed and distant. My family has had no history of any Vulcan disease of the mind for generations." (reply Sutton) "Well." Paul paused a moment. It all seemed a bother was as much as he could think about it. "For now all we seem to know is that I feel, and appear, fit for duty. I will investigate this further after the mission." He stood. He thanked Ed with a sober nod and exited just as Dr. Sutton's scheduled patient, horribly late, finally appeared. (reply any in sickbay iyw) (Posted by Mark) ----- (Rosenante, Sickbay, MO Ens (jg) Edward Sutton, Day 1, 1445) Ed walked into the main area of sickbay not really noticing who was standing next in a treatment cubicle, as he was still thinking that he was about to do a dental check. "Dr. Sutton" Paul greeted in his usual formal style. "Oh hi Paul," Ed replied. "Sorry I'm late, but I thought you'd be in the dental chair." "Actually, no; I've not been waiting per se and I'm not your scheduled patient." Paul glanced at the hovering nurse, imagined he could telepathically send him away, and hoped the power of his glance might coerce him. "Though it appears that circumstances leave you free to field my minor complaint.-" Paul winced suddenly and visibly. Ed noticed his usually calm and composed colleague's discomfort and realised that it probably wasn't minor. "What symptoms are you experiencing right now?" Paul's face again relaxed. "A headache, I believe doctor. Though it recurrence and persistence has me questioning my self-diagnosis. If you don't mind I'll rest a moment." Paul sat on a biobed and told Ed of his symptoms over the past month, as well as the daily use of an analgesic hypospray. "Perhaps you you wouldn't mind running some scans, Doctor." Ed nodded, "Of course, if you'll just lie down on the biobed and we'll start." As Paul laid down, the scanning arms appeared from under the bed and proceeded to move up the bed, and then down before returning to their stowed position. He studied the results on the screen and noticed something in the brain that wasn't quite right. He double checked the diagnosis, which for some reason was coming up as 'CONDITION INCONCLUSIVE: FURTHER TESTS REQUIRED. That meant that the condition was rare, and a more in depth set of scans and tests would be required. "The scan has come back inconclusive I'm afraid, and will require further tests. It seems that there is a slight swelling of brain tissue, but given the area where the problem is, it would be down to the Vulcan part of your system. Although for the time being it doesn't seem to be progressing rapidly, nor is it proving to be life threatening." "But my Vulcan ancestry is so mixed and distant. My family has had no history of any vulcan disease of the mind for generations." Paul explained once again deadpan. Ed sat down on a doctor's stool before continuing. "Well genetics are funny that way. Once a certain gene is in the family, it'll stay there for an awfully long time. Sometimes it'll lay dormant for generations before coming back again. That's why we still have people with dwarfism. However, I'll need to run some more tests once we're done on Yora III, but right now I'll prescribe you some Gabapentin for the pain." "Well." Paul said before pausing, "For now all we seem to know is that I feel, and appear, fit for duty. I will investigate this further after the mission." He stood and nodded his thanks before leaving, just as the scheduled patient arrived. (Replies Any) (Posted by Paul) ----- (Rosenante, Personal Quarters, aCMO Dr. Paul Scudder, Day 1, 1800) Paul ate alone in his quarters, thinking about the new mission he'd learned about that morning. He felt confused about his role as aCMO and wondered whether he should accept the wisdom of Starfleet in choosing this assignment for him -- or was there something else he'd expected from this new turn in his life? He worried himself about the people in that distant city, dependent on power like many cultures throughout known space, and suddenly left without it. Did they have emergency rations? Medicine? Heating or cooling? The ensign punched his desk -- what good was he sitting here reading possibly incorrect data on the Yorans when clearly a medical emergency ought to be expected? Was there something the CMO knew that he did not? He put down the PADD displaying the files on Yorans. "Computer. Play a random selection of instrumental music. Earth, Indian Subcontinent." The computer chirped and the room filled with earthy, rhythmic percussion. Perhaps Paul ought not be worrying about being able to transport the sick or malnourished, or replicating drugs and food. Perhaps engineering would be on top of restoring power altogether. Perhaps he could best spend his time preparing to help those he would surely encounter on the away mission, suffering from stress; separation from family members without transportation; isolated in rural regions without light or communications. Paul took the PADD to his bed and put up his legs. He tapped the screen, retrieving and displaying old textbooks and psychology journals from his Academy days in Shareeza Sindhi's Exopsychoanalysis course. (reply none) (posted by mark) ----- (Rosenante, Personal Quarters, CMO Ensign (sg) Ailyn Andersen, Day 1, 1833) Ailyn reflected on so many things that have changed since she started out on Rosenante. It felt like it was yesterday she came out of the runabout to be greeted by Sanok, meeting up the crew and the CO. How fast did the days pass, the Rosenante felt like a safe haven, she almost forgot the feeling she had of the ship when she first walked her corridors. Never before she understood what's the fascination with starships, but now she did, she wouldn't trade her position on Rose for anything... if she could choose. However, it's not always that we have choices to make. She stood up from her bed, and washed her face in cold water, then took a glance of her self in the mirror. She started knowing a person she never though she would - she started understanding herself. She knew what she wanted, finally, out of her life. She frowned on her own face in the mirror, then smiled as if she's trying to make herself happy, then she sat on the chair, bringing one of the PADDs laying around to her hands. She remembered Tesha helping her a great deal when she was a newbie on the ship, when she took the CMO position, she had less and less time for an occasional chit-chat with her, and she kind of missed it. Regardless, she knew how good Tesha is - Ailyn's opinion is that Tesha was ready to advance further, she definitely didn't lack the willpower and experience. She highlighted Tesha's full name on her PADD, adding her to the list of people for the away team. She then put the PADD away. "Computer, patch me to Earth, my personal residence." [Beep] "Welcome to Andersen sky hotel, we offer free synthole..." "Kenjuro, tell me you're not wrecking my place down?" Ailyn said, smiling at the image of her friend. "Hey Aly, noo I knew it was you. What's up pumpkin?" the man asked, growing a big smile over his face. "Currently on a mission, I've been thinking of asking you for a favor, if you please." "Ofcourse, shoot!" "Can you watch out for my mother? I couldn't get her past few days, I'm worried if her illness is back." she said shrugging. "I tried visiting her but she wasn't there. I thought you guys decided to change her place or something, damn." "No, that's just the thing. We didn't even discuss it." "Don't worry, don't worry, I have it covered, I'll find your mother. She's probably around drinking her nose up. Oh and Aly?" "Kenjuro?" "Did you really believe I was a changeling?" he asked making a sad face. "Of course not, I mean..." "We can always test it, for example, if I'd be the real Kenjuro, I'd knew you always had a secret crush on me." "Oh dear goodness, there's no help for you." she said rolling eyes. "There you see! Nothing better then being forty and feeling like half the age." "And acting like one quarter of it." "Bah, I'm just too cool to even answer that. By the way, your mission, what is it about?" "You do realize it's classified? Technicly you're not a member of Starfleet anymore. But I can tell you it might last for a while." "Cool, I've been thinking about redecorating the place, it's a little bit... boring for my taste, dear." "If you even lay hands on my..." "Yes yes, your damn sculptures and your collection of dusty four hundred years old violins. Don't worry, I'm just kidding. For the redecorating part, I mean." "Kenjuro, can I ask a question?" "Shoot, pumpkin." "Can you really become addicted to technology?" "I don't understand the reason for your question, but yeah, people tend to take technology for granted these days, and of course we're dependent of it." "It's been going that way for hundreds of years." "It has, Aly, but without the technology progress, there wouldn't be a Federation now, there wouldn't be Starfleet either, and we definitely wouldn't be able to talk so far away like we're in the same room." "Yeah, we'd have to take a basket and go out for a picnic instead." "Ya know Aly, that doesn't sound all that bad. Why are you asking?" "It's nothing, just something I've been thinking about. Anyway, I should probably go, official Starfleet business and all." she grinned. "Yeah yeah, serious business and all that. We'll talk some more when you're able." "It might be a while." "Cool, more time for redecorating these boring grey walls." "Kenjuro..." "I'm joking okay." "That's okay, I wanted to ask you something else. Can you do a backtrack of a person for me, please?" "Oh you meant to say 'Kenjuro can you go through unofficial and potentionally very dangerous and definitely illegal sources, risking your head, and everything else for that matters, so that I can find some trivial data like favorite number of a person for me'?" "When you put it that way..." "And ofcourse the answer is yes, Aly." "I'll send you the name, we'll talk when I have the time." "See ya Aly." "Bye. Computer, close the channel." (Reply: None) (Posted by: Lani) ----- (Rosenante, Jackson Quarters, 2O/CSec LCDR Tom Jackson, Day 1, 1900) Tom was sitting in a chair near the large portal thinking about a slew of things. The problem of security. He wanted his people in uniform and discreetly armed . The FO had ordered plain clothes troops on the surface. While he did not agree with that he would comply. The Yorans knew they were Federation officers. Why the pretense he wondered? Tom thought about the magnitude of the logistics needed. Power replacement, food, water and medical needs. Jackson's red alert sense was starting to go off. He closed his eyes and tried to calm his mind. (No Reply) (Posted by: Bill W ) ----- (Rosenante, Bridge, CO Captain Sanok, Day 1, 1915) The Rose was making its final approach to Yora III, and Sanok had called the senior bridge staff to their posts. The crew had been busy the last nine hours preparing, and they were as ready as could be expected. He had approved all the plans, though he did overrule one thing. Matrix had felt that some of the security teams should be in plain clothes, dressing as the Yorans would dress. Jackson had not agreed with this, and Sanok agreed with Jackson. It had been approximately sixty hours since the power had gone out, so it was likely the Rose rescue teams would be facing a looting situation. Sanok felt those Yorans contemplating criminal activity, would reconsider, seeing armed Starfleet officers assisting the Yoran authorities. Those Yorans in despair, would receive hope by seeing a visible Starfleet presence. Initial scans of the planet revealed intense electrical activity in the upper atmosphere. Even from their approach, the bridge crew could see on the forward view screen, the flashes high above Yora III. Sanok surmised that the weather control net was down. "Mister C'Nell, conduct a detailed scan of the atmospheric activity." (reply C'Nell) "Thank you, Mister C'Nell," said Sanok. "Mister Matrix, begin coordinating with all teams, that we will now be using shuttles and runabouts until the weather control net is restored." (reply Matrix) "Captain, sensors are detecting a ship approaching. It's twice the size of a Starfleet runabout. Its markings and design indicate it's the personal ship of the Yoran governor. They're hailing us." "On screen." "Starfleet vessel, this is Governor Jamison Caru. Thank you for coming." "Governor, I am Captain Sanok of the USS Rosenante. We are here to help in any way we can. I would like to beam you aboard so we can discuss your situation. Anything you can tell us, will be most helpful." "Splendid, Captain Sanok! I have my senior staff with me, and I would like to bring them aboard as well." This reaction was not what Sanok would have expected from the leader of a planet that had lost all its power, and was potentially facing a disaster situation. It reminded Sanok of an tourist on vacation, that was about to see some exciting attraction. He motioned for the signal to be muted. "There are seven life forms on the ship, sir. Six are Human and one is Bolian." "Bring the sound back. Governor, we will beam you and your staff on board when we are in range." "Excellent, Captain. I'm looking forward to seeing your ship. Caru out." The screen returned to the view of the ship, with Yora III behind it. ~Curious~, thought Sanok. "Mister Jackson, meet our guests in transporter room 1 and escort them to the main conference room. Remain there until I arrive." (reply Jackson) Members of the bridge crew had already left the bridge to begin their assignments, so Sanok gave them a few minutes before leaving to meet with the Yoran leader. There was a young ensign sitting at the main security station. "You have the conn until I return." As Sanok moved towards the turbolift, he saw the wide-eyed ensign's face turn pale and white. "Dr. Scudder," said Sanok after tapping his comm badge. "Please meet me at the main conference room." He stepped into the turbolift, wondering just what was in store for him when he spoke with Governor Caru. (reply C'Nell, Matrix, Jackson, Scudder, any) (posted by Bob B.) ----- (Rosenante, Bridge, aCSO Ensign Thomas C'Nell, Day 1, 1917) "Mister C'Nell please conduct a detailed scan of atmospheric activity" Ordered Sanok "Aye sir, full scan-it will take a few moments" there was a silence on the bridge, the officers looked towards C'Nell as he did his work "Sir, we have a problem; all planets in the Yora system have a denser than average atmosphere- Yora III incorporates into its weather net, a stabilizing system to allow incoming ships to use transporters. We will not be able to use transporters without a severe risk to crew injury or death unfortunately it would seem it is damaged in the attack." "Thank you, Mister C'Nell," said Sanok. "Mister Matrix, begin coordinating with all teams, that we will now be using shuttles and runabouts until the weather control net is restored." C'Nell observed the dialogue between Sanok and the Governor, but he was thinking. His plan couldn't possibly work any more; he needed transports for that amount of food, the shuttles would be busy with crewmen, evacuees and other more prioritize systems and people. Once the conversation was over C'Nell entered the turbolift with a number of the other bridge crew (Reply any in turbolift iyw) He was going to the science department. It was time for a rethink. His staff were very efficient though they had isolated areas where food might be found, there were some spare rose shuttles it was a start. He would have to go down to the planet and then see what shuttles they had that he could use, the governors ship was pretty big for a 7 man crew... "C'Nell to Matrix, book me a place on one of the shuttles-my plan has changed as you probably guessed" (Reply Matrix) (Posted by Nathan) ----- (Rosenante, Bridge, 2O/CSec LCDR Tom Jackson, Day 1, 1918) Tom was on the bridge per the Captain's request. Thomas been thinking about how his staff had been fairing He had to admit that Sanok had done a great job. His parts for interrupted when he heard the sound of an incoming hail. It was the Yoran Governor. The exchange seemed to Tom to be rather cavalier. He had expected desperation. "Mister Jackson, meet our guests in transporter room 1 and escort them to the main conference room. Remain there until I arrive." the skipper: ordered . Tom replied "Aye Sir" and headed toward the transporter room. As he entered the turbolift Jackson tapped his comm badge and ordered" Security squad Delta meet me in the transporter room ASAP - Jackson out" the link closed. This was Tom's:first test a,s security chief. To say he was nervous would be an understatement. The trip normally only a couple of moments seemed to take an eternity. He entered the transporter room. Jackson knew the transporter operator and greeted him. "OK Chief let's get the guests on board " Tom ordered. The chief's fingers danced across the console and soon the shimmering affect the transporter being started to coalesce into a series of beings. He allowed the guests to get their bearings before speaking. "Welcome aboard the Rosenante. I;;I am Lt. Commander Tom Jackson I serve as an Second!!: Officer and chief of security" Jackson said in introduction. (Reply: Governor) Tom waited as the Yoran Governor introduced his party. "Now gentlemen, please follow me to the observation room where; Captain! Sanok will greet you" Tom added. (Reply: anyone in the Yoran party) As Tom led the assembly towards the observation room, Tom added " Please feel free to ask any questions you like". (Reply: Yorans) Tom's internal 'red alert' was going off like gang busters;. They soon were in the observation lounge. He offered their guests refreshments and excused himself briefly. Tom spoke to the squad leader and said "I want guards posted just outside the door. Understood?" The young ensign replied " Aye aye Commander". And assumed his post . (Reply: None) (Posted by: Bill W. ) ----- (Rosenante, Governor Jamison Caru, Day 1, 1922) Jamison and his entourage materialized on the Rosenante. He glanced at his friends to make sure they were all there. He then led them off the pads, to the Starfleet officer that was there to meet them. "Welcome aboard the Rosenante. I am Lt. Commander Tom Jackson. I serve as second officer and chief of security." Yes, yes, good to meet you, Jackson," said Jamison. Where are we going to see your captain?" "Now, gentlemen. Please follow me to the observation room, where Captain Sanok will greet you." "Very good. Lead on, Jackson." They filed out of the transporter room and into the corridor. "Please feel free to ask any questions you like." said Jackson. "Will there be food? Perhaps some wine?" said Jamison. "And dessert," said Smythe, the Minister of Communication. "Don't forget dessert." The others chimed in agreement. Jackson led the group to a turbolift that barely fit them all. Moving upwards, they got off on deck 2 and entered a large conference room. Jamison looked around for the food table, but was disappointed when Jackson showed them how to use a replicator. When Jackson stepped out, Jamison looked at the others and shrugged. They moved in quickly and began firing off orders. (reply none) (posted by Bob B.) ----- (Rosenante, Sickbay, aCMO Paul Scudder, Day 1, 1930) =^= Dr. Scudder— =^= It was the captain's voice. =^= Please meet me at the main conference room. =^= Paul tapped his communicator without thinking—"On my way, sir."—but inside he felt sick. In the months he'd been on board he'd had very little interaction with the captain, and he couldn't imagine why he'd be summoned now, when the ship should just be reaching Yora II. Paul tapped the Sickbay panel to close the data he'd been working with. "Nurse, I don't expect I will be long." He headed for the conference room. (posted by Mark) ----- (Rosenante, Sickbay, MO Ens (jg) Edward Sutton, Day 1, 1932) Ed looked at the PADD for the third time. The items on the checklist were checked off... again. It was his first time on an away team without having an officer looking over his shoulder, and he wanted to be sure that everything was in place. "OK. All good to go." he sighed to himself as he turned off the lights and walked out of his office with his small rucksack over one shoulder. ~Maybe I should bring an extra box of gloves. You can never have too many...~ He thought to himself, putting the box in the bag, along with an extra box of masks. With Ailyn already at the shuttle bay, and Paul with the Captain, Ed was the last doctor left in sickbay, but it was now time to go. "Computer, activate Emergency Medical Hologram. The computer replied with it's usual chirp before following the command. "Please state the nature of the medical emergency..." The EMH stated as he was activated. "There is none." Ed explained, "All doctors are out on an away mission, and you need to hold down the fort. Understood?" "Unfortunately, I do not comprehend the term hold down the fort Doctor Sutton." "It means that you're the only medical professional in sickbay, and if any crew come in, you take care of them." "Oh. I can certainly do that." "Good. Now I doubt that there'll be anyone coming in, but just in case, be prepared to provide primary care. There are no patients convalescing, but if Crewman Jenkins comes in asking about getting his final crown fitted to his post and core, you can tell him I'll do it when I get back." "Certainly Doctor, is there anything else?" Ed thought for a moment. "Nope, that's all. Have fun!" And with that, Ed walked to the nearest turbolift and made his way to the Main Shuttle Bay. (Replies Any) (Posted by Paul) ----- (Rosenante, Main Conference Room, aCMO Paul Scudder, Day 1, 1934) Paul stood at attention. "Ensign Scudder reporting, sir." (reply Sanok) (posted by Mark) ----- (Rosenante, Main Conference Room, CO Captain Sanok, Day 1, 1935) Sanok arrived at the main conference room and waited only a few minutes for Dr. Scudder to arrive. "Ensign Scudder reporting, sir." "At ease, Doctor." Sanok could see that the man was nervous. He supposed it was natural, but there was no need. Over time and familiarity, he was certain Scudder would be fine. "I asked you here, because you have qualifications in counseling. "We're going to be meeting with the Yoran governor and his advisers, and I'd like for you to observe and assess them. I do not know what information they will give us, how much they may withhold, and what will be the truth. Anything you can do in that regard, will be most helpful." (reply Scudder) Sanok nodded and stepped into the conference room. He did not expect what he saw. The seven men were huddled around the replicator, ordering anything they could think of, then stuffing it into their mouths. Pieces of bread, fruit, vegetables, glasses, were scattered on the floor and the nearby table. When Jackson saw Sanok enter, the 2O had an expression on his face that Sanok took to be disbelief. "Thank you, Mister Jackson. You may leave to prepare to go down to Yora III." (reply Jackson) After Jackson had left, Sanok cleared his throat. "Governor Caru. May we talk now?" There was no response. "Governor Caru." This time, Sanok was stern. "Hello, Captain Sanok," said Caru. "We want to thank you for your hospitality, but is there real wine we could have, instead of this synthehol stuff?" Sanok maintained the typical Vulcan exterior, but inside, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "No, Governor, I'm afraid there is not." All the men paused, each reacting negatively. After a moment, they returned to their revelry. Fascinating. Dr. Scudder, what do you make of this?" (reply Scudder, Jackson iyw) (posted by Bob B.) ----- (Rosenante, Shuttlebay, aCEO Lieutenant Nolar, Day 1, 1938) The last minutes were always the busiest. While everyone else was just getting ready for the mission, in the main shuttlebay, engineers and ops were working together to make sure everything was ready. "No...no. Remove that. Don't you see it is taking too much space." said Gan. Looking around at the stuff he needed to be put on board, he spotted one. "This one...it has just the right form." The engineer did as he said. "I need to crosscheck all the stock we have. We have plenty of space to put all this. The Medical department count on us to find place for all their stuff. If you can't find a place, you will be the one telling them you had to let some of their stuff aside." Gan said authoritatively. The engineer was not to please, but Gan wasn't here to please his engineer. They were here to get the job done. "Sorry Lieutenant. So where were we at?" Gan asked to the Chief of Operations. Together, they rechecked all the stuff they had already placed in the shuttles. "Are you sure it is safe to put all the food on the same shuttles. If we lose one?" asked Gan. "The order come from our superiors." the COO replied. "In that case." he said without spending more time on the matter. Both looked over the list. It seemed he was about to win his bet. They found a place for every item on the list. The COO bet they would only place 80% of what was on the list. (Reply no one) (Posted by Nick) ----- (Rosenante, Shuttle Bay, CMO Ensign (sg) Ailyn Andersen, Day 1, 1941) Packing the usual, Ailyn proceeded to put her luggage into the runabout, her mind was clear and ready for anything. Through the time spent with Taylor, she learned of something to help her out, it was an traditional meditation Taylor practiced, fusing many elements of meditation from dozens of different races across the galaxy into one powerful technique. It always seemed to work for Taylor, and Ailyn wanted a little bit of that calmness. Naturally, her personality didn't change, but she got a little calmer. Just like every day, she controlled her breathing, to perhaps alter her current state of mind. Whatever the name Taylor would put to it, Ailyn agreed - it definitely would calm her down, and that's why she used it. There was another reason for it too, it didn't take a very long time for a smart Taylor to figure Ailyn's an stim addict. Took her three weeks to help Ailyn go without them, and she has been clean ever since. And ever since those three weeks Ailyn knew one thing as well... she finally fell in love. Her time away from the Rosenante started awful, but ended beautifully, fulfilling all that she needed and refilling her batteries for anything that would happen. But this was neither the place nor the time to remember the past. Noticing another person getting into the craft, she turned around trying to catch a face. (Reply: Tesha) "Hello Tesha, I'm glad you'll be with us down on the planet." she explained. (Reply: Tesha) "My best guess is that we're the first ones around, yes. What do you make of our mission?" (Reply: Tesha) "That's what I thought as well, and kept wondering if it's possible. At the moment it's a little bit more then just a speculation though." (Reply: Tesha, iyw) Eventually after a few minutes, few of the other officer arrived to the runabout. (Reply: Any) (Posted by: Lani) ----- (Rosenante, Main Conference Room, aCMO Paul Scudder, Day 1, 1943) "At ease, Doctor." Sanok's expression was unreadable to Paul, who was surprised to find the captain in the hall and outside the conference room, rather than within. "I asked you here because you have qualifications in counseling." Paul's eyes widened with surprise and then became small, his gaze off to the side, as he listened to the captain's assignment to observe the Yorans. ~What could these diplomats have done,~ Paul wondered. "I understand, Captain. I will do my best." Sanok nodded and stepped into the conference room and Paul followed, his hands clasped behind his back. Paul immediately saw a huddle of men at the replicator with a mess of foodstuffs on the floor about them. Paul noted the presence of the Security Chief, which made the potentially comical scene uneasy -- the contrast between the crew's protocols and the Yoran's seeming lack of concern disturbed Paul somehow. Paul held his ground beside and slightly behind the captain, his full attention on the Yorans, as Sanok addressed Jackson and Jackson took his exit. Sanok cleared his throat. "Governor Caru. May we talk now?" No response. "Governor Caru." "Hello, Captain Sanok," said one of the men, apparently the governor. "We want to thank you for your hospitality, but is there real wine we could have, instead of this synthehol stuff?" Paul raised a Vulcan brow while Sanok appeared unphased. "No, Governor," Sanok replied. "I'm afraid there is not." Paul watched as each man disapprovingly booed or cursed, it seemed, with what struck Paul as possibly being Yoran colloquialisms. "Fascinating," said Sanok. "Dr. Scudder, what do you make of this?" Paul's brow furrowed as he seemingly internally tried to process what he was seeing. He continued to watch the Yorans as he spoke, assuming a hushed tone. "If I were to attempt to rationalize their behavior, I'd think their power difficulties have left them without food and starved. Yet their balance does not seem compromised; the Governor spoke lucidly to you. The absence of these starvation symptoms suggests the most obvious assumption is not the correct one." "Their eating appears insatiable rather than satisfying," continued the doctor. "That is, psychologically motivated and not necessarily driven by any biological need." Paul paused. "And given that they are all, assumedly, the diplomats we think them to be. their social disconnection can't be their normal modes. I'd anticipate finding perhaps signs of trauma caused by, again, complications for lack of power, but -- No sign of anxiety? And this compulsive eating?" Paul was clearly perplexed. "They seem almost in a dissociated mania, Captain. Unaware of neither your status nor their society's emergency -- and untempered by any social shame." Paul watched one of the Yorans spit the pit of an olive to the floor. (reply Any in conf iyw) (posted by Mark) ----- (Rosenante, Main Conference Room, CO Captain Sanok, Day 1, 1944) Scudder said, "They seem almost in a dissociated mania, Captain. Unaware of neither your status nor their society's emergency... and untempered by any social shame." Sanok had only the basic psych courses at the academy, so he had only a basic understanding of what Scudder had said. He could see the manic behavior, and he could logically deduce this mania was not how the governor and his staff should be behaving in the present situation, but what was the cause? The Rose had arrived to help, but those in leadership were more concerned at fulfilling some need of their own, rather than discussing what needed to be done on Yora. "I will attempt to engage Governor Caru in a discussion, Doctor. Please mingle with the others to see what you can learn. We need to know what happened down there." Sanok walked to Governor Caru. "Please, sir, have a seat so we can talk about what happened on Yora." Caru looked at Sanok and blinked. After a few moments, he sighed. "Yes, of course, Captain. How rude of me. You're here to help." With a plate of food in one hand and a large drink in the other, he sat at the table. "What is it you'd like to know?" Sanok sighed inwardly and took a seat. "We recieved a call from one of your rural areas, telling us the power in Yora City had gone out. It's been approximately two-and-a-half days. Do you know what happened? Why haven't your people been able to conduct repairs?" He wanted to ask why the leadership cared more about gorging themselves, than about getting the power restored, but that was for later. "Not sure," said Caru with a shrug. He gulped more food. "Are you sure there's no real wine on this ship?" What was happening here? It wasn't the appropriate thing to do, but Sanok considered grabbing the governor by the shoulders and shaking him. He wondered if Scudder was faring any better. (reply Scudder at some point) (posted by Bob B.) ----- (Rosenante, Shuttle Bay, aCSO Ensign (jg) Thomas C'Nell, Day 1, 1945) C'Nell arrived in plain clothes, a small backpack which he carried housed his uniform; but at first he wanted to appear in plain clothes. Though Jessica had talked rarely about her past she had said "often people will hide from a uniform even if they seek to gain from it". So he put her theory into action, it was nice for him to think his partner could help him in a professional manor. In this way he would scout out the areas that needed food but most importantly he would scout out the areas that were hiding food as well. He had to trust that the shuttle officers could manage the logistics of transporting the little food they could carry. He had decided to arrive separate to the food he didn't want to be associated with that when greedy Yorans descended, the security detail would manage it. He meanwhile would be free to move around. He had cleared these actions with the tactical department, perhaps he would discover something that might be of help to others. NRPG: I know I am taking a liberty by saying I have clearance but it is in order to keep things moving. One piece of advice he hadn't taken from Signos was the amount of weapons to carry unlike her whom he was sure would be equipped with more weapons than it would seem possible for any person the carry and still keep hidden-and perhaps some visible ones... as he thought about this he saw Jessica walking towards his shuttle. He intercepted saying "3 Knives, a hand phaser at least 3 grenades and I wouldn't be surprised if you have somehow managed to hide a phaser rifle somewhere" (Reply Jessica) "Well I cannot get it right every time; I am not a tactical officer-it isn't my job that's why I only have a single hand phaser" despite the fact that the crew was distracted and nobody would see; C'Nell restrained himself fearing what might happen if Jackson was to catch them a second time. There was no kiss or even a hold. Jessica was called over to by one of her subordinates. He got onto his shuttle; he noticed that there were a few officers from all branches in his. He didn't know if Jessica would return and he began to scan officers faces to see if he could pick anyone out... (Reply anyone who might be in C'Nell's shuttle) (Posted by Nathan) ----- (Rosenante, Main Conference Room, aCMO Paul Scudder, Day 1, 1946) "Please mingle with the others to see what you can learn. We need to know what happened down there." Paul, still lost in contemplation, nodded as Sanok moved to engage the governor. Though Paul was unaware of it, his careful and concentrated manner made his observance of the Yorans rather conspicuous. Paul's foot struck the discarded end of a brick of cheese, and instinctively the doctor bent down to pick it up. As he stood, one of the Yoran diners snatched it from his hand. "Ah -- Well. Hello," managed Paul. The Yoran nodded and smiled, the cheese already in his mouth. Paul glanced at the man's hands, one holding the cheese and the other a stubby baguette. The man's hands tremored. "A young officer!" Paul was physically jarred as another Yoran pushed in, clasping the doctor on the shoulders and standing, Paul felt, uncomfortably close. "You enjoy the food as well, yes?" Paul stammered, taken aback and -- something, he thought, felt threatening. "I am, thank you," Paul answered. "What occasions this feast, I wonder?" Paul asked. The Yoran tightened his grip, moved his smiling face closer to Paul's, before releasing the doctor and simply wandering away, still smiling and holding the doctor's gaze. Paul frowned, massaged his shoulder, genuinely annoyed. The noise was beginning to bother him as well. He had to concentrate. What was it, when the Yoran was so close Paul could smell his sweat, something the doctor noticed: The man's eyes? His neck? Sweat -- the Yoran's collar was dark with sweat. "Captain," Paul murmured aloud. He could have it wrong wrong, but all of the strange behavior suddenly made sense to the doctor. Though -- what could be causing it...? Paul scanned the conference room, trying to locate the captain and the governor. (reply any in conf) (posted by Mark) ----- (Roseante, Shuttle Bay, FO/CEO LCDR Steven Matrix, Day 1, 1947) "Shuttle crews please gather around." Ordered Matrix. As the crews gathered around Matrix he moved one of the medical palettes over and stood on it so everyone could hear. "Okay folks. Much at the chagrin of the Maries we will be using the Trojan class shuttles to transport personnel to the planet surface. The type 8 shuttles will be used to transport food, medical supplies and support equipment. Commander Jackson will be piloting one of the Trojan shuttles, I will pilot the other. The transport shuttles will depart from the Rose first followed by the personnel shuttles. Once the transport shuttles have landed we will debark, security teams will secure the area. Once Commander Jackson has approved the security posture we will unload the transport shuttles. As each shuttle is unloaded it will return to the Rose for additional supplies. Any questions?" asked Matrix. (Reply Any) "Right now we expect a warm welcome, but should anything go unplanned the security teams will deploy and protect the supplies. I want secondary pilots ready to take the Trojan shuttles back to the Rose once the area is secured. Supplies and personnel will be moved to predefined locations. Medical will deploy at the hospital with my team. The hospital has emergency generators running, but the rest of the city is without power." Continued Matrix. (Reply any) "One more thing...the trip to the surface will be rough. The planet's surface has high levels of electrical activity. Strap in and hang on. Any questions?" asked Matrix. (Reply any) "Good get to your assigned shuttles. We deploy at 2000. Dismissed." Ordered Matrix. (Reply any) (Posted by Steve) ----- (Rosenante, Shuttle Bay, 2O/CSec LCDR Tom Jackson, Day 1, 1948) Tom settled himself into the command seat of the shuttle Cochran and starred the pre-flight checklist. Engineers big ad always had things all set. As the crew assigned to his shuttle filtered in, Tom thought about the Yorans- the governor's party hadn't seemed unduly worried - hungry yes. That struck him as very odd. Ensign Stevens, his assistant day down in the copilot's seat. He had cone to like his new boss . Stevens studied Tom for a moment before speaking The second officer was concerned snout something mission related. "Commander, something bothering you?" he asked timidly Tom snapped back to reality and smiled. "Very perceptive Mr. Stevens" Tom replied. Tom explained his sense of worry. The two were quiet got a moment. Tom made a decision. "We will work with Yoran officials as ordered. However I suspect there" s more going on than we've been made privy to. Each Security officer is to work with their Yoran counterpart but I want each one armed. They are not repeat not to use it unless their is imminent loss of life understood?" Jackson ordered "Roger that Sir" Stevens replied, (Reply: None) (Posted by: Bill W ) ----- (Rosenante, Shuttle Bay, Med Tech PO1 Tesha, Day 1, 1949) Though she wasn't an officer, Tesha had taken it upon herself to take charge of loading the medical supplies into the runabouts and shuttles that were heading down to Yora III. She had the bearing and nature of an officer, and many people had told her she should have gone to the academy, but she was satisfied with where she was and what she was doing. "No, not there. Put it there," said Tesha as she pointed to an empty space between some crates, her antennae moving in small circles. "That's it." She smiled in satisfaction. She loved being on a starship, but it was time to spend some time on a planet, doing a mission. With everything packed, Tesha moved to the runabout that would transport the medical personnel. "Hello, Tesha," said Doctor Andersen. "I'm glad you'll be with us down on the planet." "Thanks, Doc," said Tesha, her antennae bobbing. "My best guess is that we're the first ones around, yes," said Andersen. "What do you make of our mission?" "It will be good to be helping people in need, but since the Yorans haven't had power for over two days, it could get pretty tense down there. Those people are accustomed to a rich, high-tech lifestyle, so they could be in a bad state." "That's what I thought as well, and kept wondering if it's possible. At the moment it's a little bit more then just a speculation though." "We'll know soon enough," said Tesha, her antennae twittering nervously. Tesha took one of the seats in the back and strapped in. Once everyone was settled, the pilot completed the pre-flight checks. Getting clearance to leave, the runabout gently lifted off the deck and headed through the open bay door. (reply any) (posted by Bob B.) ----- (Rosenante, Main Conference Room, CO Captain Sanok, Day 1, 1950) While Doctor Scudder was talking with Caru's staff, Sanok tried to get information from the governor about what had happened on Yora III, but the man was still more interested in eating than in helping his people. Finding no other way to extract what he needed, Sanok decided to try something unexpected. He stood abruptly, slamming his hand on the table. "Governor Caru!" The room became silent. Caru stopped mid-bite, his eyes wide in shock. The others simply stared. "Governor Caru, we are here to help you and your people," said Sanok. "You will answer my questions and you will answer them now." After several moments, Caru put down the food and wiped his mouth and hands with a napkin. "Of course, Captain. Forgive my poor manners. What is it that you wish to know?" Even in his state of cooperating, Caru was still acting as though they were discussing a trivial matter. What was wrong with these people? "Governor, just tell me what happened." "The power went out," said Caru. "Anything else?" said Sanok. Caru shrugged. "No, that's it." Sanok wished they had a medical tricorder. There had to be something affecting these men that caused this unacceptable behavior. "Governor, is there evidence of sabotage?" "No." "Could someone from off-world have done something?" "No. We haven't had a cargo ship for several weeks." "A disgruntled worker or citizen?" "No, Captain. Nothing like that. We have a happy and prosperous life on Yora." "The power just went out?" "Yes." "Are your people trying to make repairs?" "Of course they are," said Caru, his tone and facial expression showed that he was insulted by the question. "Do you know why it's taken nearly three days?" "No. I'm a governor, not an engineer." Sanok sighed. "Thank you, Governor Caru." "Glad I could help." He resumed his meal. Sanok saw that Doctor Scudder was standing nearby, so he ushered the man away from the Yorans. "Did you discover anything that will explain this?" (reply Scudder) (posted by Bob B.) ----- (Rosenante, Shuttle Bay, CTac Ensign (sg) Jessica Signos , Day 1, 1951) C'Nell walked upto her intercepting saying "3 Knives, a hand phaser at least 3 grenades and I wouldn't be surprised if you have somehow managed to hide a phaser rifle somewhere" "Wouldn't you like to know whats all tucked away." She answered friendly teasing. "Well I cannot get it right every time; I am not a tactical officer-it isn't my job that's why I only have a single hand phaser" despite the fact that the crew was distracted and nobody would see; C'Nell restrained himself fearing what might happen if Jackson was to catch them a second time. There was no kiss or even a hold. Jessica was called over to by one of her subordinates. She could tell he was restraining himself keeping on mission, and she was proud of him. She made her way to the tactical officer and began to set her shuttle to rights. (posted by Matthew) (reply none needed.) ----- (Rosenante, Shuttle Bay, 2O/CSec LCDR Tom Jackson, Day 1, 1955) The shuttled were loaded and ready for liftoff. Ton keyed the comm channel and asked" Cmdr. Matrix - permission to commence launch operations?" Tom requested of his superior. (Reply: Matrix) . Tom led off - he intended to be first to arrive to secure the LZ. Once Tom got the OK, he contacted the Rose and requested departure information" Rosenante - this is Cmdr. Jackson - we are ready to depart- initiate departure protocols please". =^= Cmdr. You're cleared to depart- Safe journeys =^= came the crisp reply. ."Thank you Rosenante Jackson out" Tom answered. Tom keyed the com channel and said " Here we?? go - buckle up". (Reply: Any shuttle occupants ) ., Tom soon had his craft outside the Rose. The beauty of space once again struck him again. The deep black always caused him to smile. He wouldn't admit this to anyone other than Dahlia his beloved wife. Tom felt the ride start to get a lot rougher Jackson turned to Ens. Stevens and ordered," re-enforce the shields". Stevens did as the CSec ordered., The turbulence continued to mount in intensity Then as if a switch had been flipped to off the ride smoothed right out. (Reply: None) (Posted by: Bill W)