Compile#6 December 13-19 (USS Rosenante & USS Boudicca Joint) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Personal Logs: Day: 2 Stardate: 2414.02.13 Compile Summary (Starbase Geneva - Personal Quarters - aFO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 2 - 0930) (Starbase Geneva - Vet's Office - aFO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 2 - 0950) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs: Day: 3 Stardate: 2414.02.14 Compile Summary (USS Rosenante - OPS Suite - Lt Cmdr Tom Jackson 2nd Officer/COPS - 1313) (USS Rosenante - OPS Suite - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 13.15) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs: Day: 4 Stardate: 2414.02.15 Compile Summary (Starbase Geneva - Main Medical Sickbay - CMO - Lt (sg) Dr Euan MacGregor - Day 4 - 09.30) (Starbase Geneva - Classroom Wing - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 09.30) (Starbase Geneva - Main Medical Bay - aCEO Ensign Henry Jacobs - 0937) (Star base Geneva - Classroom Wing Room 003 Lieutenant Cmdr Tom Jackson Day 4 1030) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs: Day: 5 Stardate: 2414.02.16 Compile Summary (Star base Geneva - Gymnasium - Lt Cmdr Tom Jackson 2nd Officer/COPS - Day 5 0930) (SB Geneva – Classroom Wing - LCDR Steven Matrix Day 5 1051) (SB Geneva – Rosenante Refit Slip, Engineering Vestibule - LCDR Steven Matrix Day 5 1843) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs: Day: 6 Stardate: 2414.02.17 Compile Summary (Starbase Geneva - Gymnasium - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 09.35) (Starbase Geneva - Gymnasium - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 09.45) (Starbase Geneva - Gymnasium - aCEO Ensign Henry Jacobs - 0951) (Starbase Geneva - Holodeck 15 -CONN- Lieutenant Dralar - Day 6 - 1300) (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Marah Neru, 1700) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs: Day: 8 Stardate: 2414.02.19 Compile Summary (Axtis III, Axtis City, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1620) (Axtis III, Axtis City, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1640) (Axtis III, Axtis City, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1641) (Axtis III, Axtis City, Shren, 1642) (Axtis III, Axtis City, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1643) (Axtis III, Axtis City, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1645) (Axtis III, Axtis City, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1647) ======================================================= Mission: Personal Logs: Day: 10 Stardate: 2414.02.21 Compile Summary (SB Geneva Command Training Wing - Lieutenant Cmdr Tom Jackson 20/COPS Day 10 1030 ) (USS Rosenante- CSO- Personal Quarters/Temp CSO Office- LT David M. Tamblyn- 1410) (USS Rosenante - ACSO - Personal Quarters/Temp CSO Office - ACSciO Lt(jg) Viskhard - 1412) (USS Rosenante- CSO- Personal Quarters/Temp CSO Office- LT David M. Tamblyn- 1415) ======================================================= (Starbase Geneva - Personal Quarters - aFO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 2 - 0930) Josh had awoken that morning knowing that almost the first thing she needed to do was go pick up Bruiser and Lulu so once dressed and not entirely sure how much of their stuff had survived on the Boudicca she went shopping for the bits and pieces that were needed for pets. Carting bowls, toys, beds, mats and most importantly food back to her quarters she laid them out and headed off to the Vet's office. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Vet's Office - aFO - Cmdr Josh Caskie - Day 2 - 0950) Walking through the door Josh was surprised at how quiet it was. Crossing to the woman at the desk she introduced herself and explained why she was there. The woman looked up and grinned at her. "You own that cat?" Josh cringed thinking that she knew what was coming. But the woman started laughing. "My boss is the universe's worst pain-in-the-ass, hard nosed SOB, who thinks that he can take on any animal or person and win. He met his match with that cat believe you me and I want to personally shake your hand. I haven't laughed so much since that Arcturian Glow Monkey sicked up all over him and he ended up being bright green for a week." Josh simply grinned relieved that Bruiser hadn't honestly done too much damage to anyone and as the aide put through the call she was surprise at how quickly both her pets were brought through to her. Two cages were dumped in front of her by the vet and Josh opened Lulu's first. Lulu came out tentatively and Josh realised that she would have to book a holodeck shortly to give her a good run. Having rubbed her down and reassured her Josh turned to Bruiser's cage and opened the grill. Out he stalked, not prepared to be nice to anyone but as Josh simply put her hand out in front of his nose, he deigned to sniff her and eventually began to rub himself against her hand. Picking him up she deposited him on the aide's desk and told him to be nice. As the woman began to tickle him under the chin Bruiser began to purr loudly and Josh turned to the Vet and began to thank him for his care. He started to tell her about their care and maintenance and finally stretched out a hand to stroke Bruiser who immediately hunched down and flattened his ears. Josh, tapping Bruiser on the nose, simply said "No." and left it at that. Turning to the vet and thanking him Josh declined his offer of crates to take her pets with her and smiled at his aide. Snapping her fingers and watching as Lulu came to heel and Bruiser jumped off the counter she opened the door and simply regarded her two pets. "Okay dokay kiddies, time to go." Watching as they simply sauntered out the door she turned, thanked the Vet one more time and winked boldly at his aide. As soon as she was far enough away from his office she picked Bruiser up and started to carry him. Knowing the utter mayhem he could cause whilst loose. (No reply needed) (Posted by Marilyn) ======================================================= (USS Rosenante - OPS Suite - Lt Cmdr Tom Jackson 2nd Officer/COPS - 1313) Tom looked up as Denton Trei enter the area -The man spoke. "CDR Jackson. I was told a self defense class has been requested by several officers at the command school. I here by offer my services in that manner Sir." “Excellent Mr. Trei. I remember your skills during the last mission. I was proud to serve with such a warrior” Tom said. (Reply: Trei) “As a matter of fact, I have asked Captain Carlisle the head instructor to add this module and requested your services Lieutenant. He agreed emphatically providing your CO is ok with this request.”. I trust that this was ok with you?” Tom stated. Tom, smiled as Trei asked if he’d be on the hand to hand training class. Tom chuckled and said “You bet Mister Trei - down beat me too badly ok?” (Reply: Trei) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - OPS Suite - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 13.15) CDR Jackson told Detron that he will be on the class roster and asked him not to beat him too badly. He laughed a hearty warrior laugh. "I will try sir. I can not promise anything" He left the OPS Suite giving a warrior chest pump on the way out. (Reply Jackson iyw) (Posted by Edward) ======================================================= (Starbase Geneva - Main Medical Sickbay - CMO - Lt (sg) Dr Euan MacGregor - Day 4 - 09.30) Despite his name Dr MacGregor was in fact the quintessential English gentleman as portrayed in all the old holovids. Fair enough he didn't exactly wear a three piece suit and a pocket watch, but to be honest if he thought he could have gotten away with it he probably would have. Eccentric came nowhere near describing Euan although he had indeed been called that, and much worse in his past. He had stalled in his Star Fleet career and although he had risen to the position of Chief Medical Officer on Geneva Station he had never reached his dream of captaining his own Medical Ship. Whilst his position on Geneva wasn't a bad one. Some doctors would kill, metaphorically speaking, to be where he was now. Euan knew that it was mostly the young ones with ambition that coveted his post. Shaking his head he smiled. ~Oh if they only knew.~ He though. ~All I am is a small town country doctor nearing retirement and waiting for Fleet Medical to send out my replacement and put me out to pasture, and to be honest I'll probably be glad when they do.~ His reverie was interrupted when his receptionist called through and told him that his next appointment had arrived. Telling her to send him in he picked up the padd sitting on his desk and started to read it. He looked up as a young man walked in. "Ah yes, Ensign Jacobs. Good morning to you, please have a seat and how are you feeling today?" (Reply Jacobs) "Now I see from your notes that you are awaiting eye surgery Ensign and if you wouldn't mind I will need to conduct an examination of your socket to see whether we still have some salvageable optic nerve to work with or not. I'll be as gentle as I can but this might be somewhat uncomfortable for you. I would appreciate it you could keep your head as still as possible please." Sterilising both his hands and his instruments Euan proceeded to bathe Jacobs eye in a sterile solution, both to clean it and to allow they eye to be opened easily. Gently prizing the eyelid open he shone a light into the socket, made his own visual inspection and then ran a medical scanner over the area. Sitting back down at his desk he handed the ensign a hand full of tissues. "Your eye will continue to water for some time since the tear ducts are still intact. This is actually good news Ensign since given that information and the fact that I found a great deal of your optic nerve still viable you could be considered for a full eye transplant rather than having an ocular implant fitted. The down side to this however is that you would need to remain in Sickbay for a lot longer whilst we ascertained whether the transplant had taken or not. This is obviously your choice Ensign and not one to be made lightly. I will give you a padd with all the relevant information you need to be made aware of and I suggest that you go away, study it and then make your choice." "I'm going to book you for a follow up appointment two days from now and if you have made your decision by then we will book you in for surgery the following day. However, I do want to stress that there is no hurry to make a decision, please take as long as you feel you need to make up your mind. (Reply Jacobs) MacGregor nodded and smiled at the ensign. "The only other thing I want to mention Ensign is that Dr Caskie came to see me a couple of days ago and asked if she could be part of your surgical team since you had requested it. I would indeed be grateful Ensign if you could confirm this please." (Reply Jacobs) Standing up Euan smiled down at the ensign. "Very well then. This is not a procedure that I have performed very often so if Dr Caskie is willing to help out and you agree then I see no problem with this. Please tell my receptionist to give you an appointment in two days time and I will see you then." (Reply Jacobs) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Classroom Wing - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 09.30) Detron walked into the classroom wing looking for CPT Carlisle. When he found him, he approached him and stood at attention. "TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei reporting to you as ordered to teach the self defense class sir. Where do you want me to be sir." ~This ought to be a riot and fun to beat on senior officers. Grin.~ (Reply Calisle) (Posted by Edward) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Main Medical Bay - aCEO Ensign Henry Jacobs - 0937) Henry had wasted no time getting from the Assembly area to the medical offices to find out when he was going to have eye surgery. Not half an hour before he received a promotion and now he was hoping to expedite the surgery on his eye. ~Hopefully i am in for more good news.~ Jacobs entered the double doors and approached the receptionist's desk to let her know he was there for his appointment. She smiled as she double checked the padd on her desk and tapped her commbadge to let the doctor know that Henry was there and waiting. The doctor instructed her to guide Henry back to his office and again with a smile she stood from her desk and gestured for Henry to follow her back to the doctors office. Henry walked into a room that the doctor was sitting in and was greeted by the exact ideal of what an Englishman would look like. The doctor looked up as Jacobs walked in. "Ah yes, Ensign Jacobs. Good morning to you, please have a seat and how are you feeling today?" "Today has been a good day. I was promoted to full Ensign today and I am hoping you can continue my luck with more good news." The doctor continued, ""Now I see from your notes that you are awaiting eye surgery Ensign and if you wouldn't mind I will need to conduct an examination of your socket to see whether we still have some salvageable optic nerve to work with or not. I'll be as gentle as I can but this might be somewhat uncomfortable for you. I would appreciate it you could keep your head as still as possible please." Henry complied as the doctor went to sterilize his hands and begin the examination. All Henry heard was an assortment of "uhuhs" and other groans that explained that the doctor was finding out the extent of the damage. As henry sat in his chair all he could think about was how there was still some nerve endings sending information from their location to his brain. He could feel that his eye was open but there was just no information in the form of sight being transferred to his brain. Sitting back down at his desk he handed the ensign a hand full of tissues. "Your eye will continue to water for some time since the tear ducts are still intact. This is actually good news Ensign since given that information and the fact that I found a great deal of your optic nerve still viable you could be considered for a full eye transplant rather than having an ocular implant fitted. The down side to this however is that you would need to remain in Sickbay for a lot longer whilst we ascertained whether the transplant had taken or not. This is obviously your choice Ensign and not one to be made lightly. I will give you a padd with all the relevant information you need to be made aware of and I suggest that you go away, study it and then make your choice." There wasn't much time passed before Henry replied feverishly. "If you do not mind, I have reviewed all of the information. I spent the entire ride from the Dovek system researching the latest in ocular implant surgery. I have submitted it to Commander Caskie and I am sure she has presented the same information to you." "I'm going to book you for a follow up appointment two days from now and if you have made your decision by then we will book you in for surgery the following day. However, I do want to stress that there is no hurry to make a decision, please take as long as you feel you need to make up your mind." Again Jacobs almost didn't allow for time to pass before he responded. "There is no need for a follow up appointment. My mind has been made up for days now, it was just the matter of who would perform the surgery. If possible I would like to have the surgery at the next free time." MacGregor nodded and smiled at the ensign. "The only other thing I want to mention Ensign is that Dr Caskie came to see me a couple of days ago and asked if she could be part of your surgical team since you had requested it. I would indeed be grateful Ensign if you could confirm this please." Henry nodded as he answered the man, " I am very well aware that Commander Caskie wishes to be on the surgical team. I personally asked for her participation in the surgery since she is a fellow crew member and the only physician I had adequate background on while traveling back to the Starbase." Standing up Euan smiled down at the ensign. "Very well then. This is not a procedure that I have performed very often so if Dr Caskie is willing to help out and you agree then I see no problem with this. Please tell my receptionist to give you an appointment in two days time and I will see you then." "Very well sir, I will look forward to the both of you operating on me and hope to see you soon." (reply none) (Posted by Darryl McDaniel) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Star base Geneva - Classroom Wing Room 003 Lieutenant Cmdr Tom Jackson Day 4 1030) Jill Carnak looked at Tom Jackson intently. She spoke. "Commander, I've reviewed your mission report. I want to talk about Ensign Holly's death" she added. Tom gripped the desk in an effort to not strike the counselor. Taking several calming breaths before speaking. He stared at her with a cold emotionless gaze. Lieutenant Carnak shuddered involuntarily. "Lieutenant this was a painful issue" Jackson said. They sat silent for a moment. Tom went on - "We were on the plant's surface after a fierce firefight on board the Rose. I had been designated by the TF CO to implement the codes into the device destined to destroy the Borg's target. As we were leaving some Borg drone's attacked us. We had to engage in hand to hand combat. I was attacked and killed the drone. Looking at the drone I recognized 2nsign Holly. I cradled her - she. Said Thanks' and died in my arms" Tom said. Jill made some notes sand spoke in a soothing tone. "Commander, I cannot imagine what that was like. How have you coped?" Tom thought before replying. "I have talked to my wife quite a bit. I know I had to kill but I will always have this memory he added. Jill made more notes and suggested a pause and a cup of coffee. (Reply: None) (Posted by: Bill W.) ======================================================= (Star base Geneva - Gymnasium - Lt Cmdr Tom Jackson 2nd Officer/COPS - Day 5 0930) Tom and the others assembled in the gym. He smirked as he had an inkling of what was to come. He had told Steve Matrix and advised him to be ready. He kept quiet in regards to the other members of the class. Captain Carlisle enter and the group came to attention. Greg spoke briefly. “Officers, Lt Trei will be your instructor for this block of instruction. He comes highly recommended my Lieutenant Commander Jackson” Carlisle added. Tom whispered to Steve “Oh great - I so love the limelight”. (Reply: Steve, Trei and others) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva – Classroom Wing - LCDR Steven Matrix Day 5 1051) Matrix got up and walked over to the replicator near the rear of the room. "Computer, water, 32 degrees, filtered." Within moments the replicator created the perfectly chilled water. Matrix drank it down and requested another this time taking it over to his chair and started to discuss the weapon he and the sergeant created while fighting the Borg. The conversation turned cooperative with Lieutenant Wisemueller. They discussed mission specifics and its outcome. Clearly, Matrix thought, the councilor was eager to learn about how the Rose's crew managed to defeat the Borg in this instance. Matrix punched up the specifications he authored on his PADD and transferred a copy to the councilor's log. Wisemueller could have easily accessed the files on his own and indeed Matrix was sure he had prior to their discussion. Matrix paused and looked over at the Rose in her slip, distracted while the councilor wrote down some notes. "Commander....?" said Wisemueller. Matrix didn't hear him. "Commander, any more information you care to share with me?" he asked again. Almost startled Matrix spoke up while clearing his throat, "No councilor, I think we covered everything. In fact I'd suggest you read my formal report...if you haven't already." replied Matrix. Wisemueller's expression didn't change. "Thank you Commander. Then that is all I have at this time. I thank you for detailing the mission and your experience here. I think Star Fleet will benefit greatly from you experience." continued the councilor. "If there is nothing else you are free to return on leave." said Wisemueller Matrix didn't waste anytime, thanked the councilor and left the education wing for the lounge deck. As Matrix entered the turbolift and the doors closed he leaned back against the wall, holding his brow and rubbing his eyes. "Lounge deck" said Matrix. The turbolift started to move. ~I'm hungry and tired~ thought Matrix. (Reply any, none required) (Posted by Steve) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (SB Geneva – Rosenante Refit Slip, Engineering Vestibule - LCDR Steven Matrix Day 5 1843) The past few days were filled with both work and rest. Matrix had spent an average of 7.21 hours aboard or around the Rose while the refit teams did their work. At least that's what the logs showed. Matrix had met with the yard Commander about the placement of the primary computer core and worked out the details. Matrix pointed out that the mark XII conduit systems weren't compatible with the current power umbilical that the Rose was using. As a result, the refit teams decided to upgrade the Rose's power feeds and internal conduits to proper specifications. Either that or completely rig the computer core to match. That would cause untold problems in the future. It didn’t' make sense to cut corners. Besides, other refit teams were noticing inconsistencies while installing new equipment throughout the ship. This would set the overall project back by days, but at least it would be done correctly. Matrix sat at a corner desk with his usual PADD at the ready and three large engineering PADDs and a large display board. The display board was feed in real time from the refit command system showing the status of each system aboard the Rose, delivery times, problems and even comments from the installation crews. The refit was behind schedule, largely due to the conduit problem, but things were looking good. Material deliveries were on schedule and the yard had scheduled two more complete teams to help clean out old systems and deliver materials throughout the ship. This kept things moving at a productive pace. "Commander...what do you think...things progressing to your liking?" asked Captain Garret Zephyr. Matrix looked up, a bit surprised by the Captain's visit. "Captain...yes." replied Matrix. Captain Zephyr motioned to take the seat across from Matrix. Matrix moved the many PADDs out off the table and motioned for the Captain to take a seat. Captain Zephyr looked over at the Rose. The workers were like bees on a flower, moving in a seemingly orchestrated order. "Beautiful site. I wanted to be an engineer, designing star ships, testing systems, solving problems." said Zephyr. Matrix replied, "Why didn't you Captain?" Zephyr laughed, "I found the math required beyond my threshold of commitment. I found I could talk better than I could scribble equations...correctly I might add. So I entered the JAG corp and practiced interstellar law." "I find what you do to be beyond my threshold of commitment" replied Matrix. Zephyr smiled. Captain Garret Zephyr was a large man. Human, in his mid 60s by Earth years, but he could likely hold his own with a Klingon half his age. Zephyr played stellar ball while at the Academy and even lettered in wrestling and hand combat. Rumor had it he was even in special operations in his younger years. The combat badge Zephyr wore was similar to that he'd seen on several fleet marines, but he hadn't looked up the specific award. Matrix just knew he could hold his own both physically and conversationally with anyone. "So Commander. How did your debrief go? I heard from Lieutenant Wisemueller that you were discussing the mission in great detail." asked Captain Zephyr. "With all due respect Captain, I've never liked debriefs...but I think the counselor got what he was after." replied Matrix. Zephyr gave a half smile, "You figured that out did you?" he asked. "It was rather obvious sir, he wasn't too concerned about my well-being as much as learning about the Borg engagement." said Matrix. "Lieutenant Wisemueller isn't a counselor is he?" continued Matrix. "Indeed Commander he is. Don't read too much into that. But you know we're very interested in any technology or techniques available to help defeat the Borg. The Rose and her crew managed to defeat the Borg...albeit with great loss of life, but you made it back. Star Fleet needs your experience more than ever." replied the Captain. "Aye sir. I've written up a formal spec on the weapon we designed and I have even expanded on the strategic engagement we experienced. Looking back I think we did our best given the circumstances." replied Matrix. Captain Zephyr leaned back in his chair, one hand on the desk, "Star Fleet agrees with your assessment Commander. In fact the Office of Strategic Advancement would like you to write a paper on the entire mission, specifically your first hand engagements." said Zephyr. Matrix shook his head, "I'm not interested in that Captain, I'm an engineer." replied Matrix. Zephyr Smiled, "...a good one from what I've heard Commander, but I wasn't asking if you're interested." "So I'm being ordered to author a paper?" asked Matrix. "Not at all Commander just think of it as volunteering your newly acquired knowledge." Zephyr smiled. "Yes sir." said Matrix. "Don't worry Commander, at your leisure, but I'd suggest you get something down before your memory fades. A formal request will be sent to you through your Captain before your next mission gets underway. There is no rush, but expect to be contacted in the near future." said Zephyr. Captain Zephyr continued, "Oh by the way...I'm holding a formal dinner the day after tomorrow. I'd like for you to attend. I'll have my office send you an invitation. If you can't make it no problem, but I think it would be good opportunity for you to meet some influential people Commander." "Aye sir...looking forward to it." said Matrix as he stood up and acknowledged the Captain leaving. ~That was interesting.~ Matrix thought. (Reply any, none required) (Posted by Steve) ======================================================= (Starbase Geneva - Gymnasium - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 09.35) Detron watched as CPT Carlisle introduced him as the instructor for the class and stated CDR Jackson recommended him to teach the class because of his proficient hand to hand skills. He smiled at the recommended praise and stepped up to address the class. "As you were told I am TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei of USS Boudicca. The class will be an advanced hand to hand fighting and self defense instruction. You should expect to see a physical test of strength and tactics to improve your fighting ability in battle. You should also expect some one on one fighting with me but mostly fighting with your classmates. If there are any questions say now otherwise prepare to fight." ~This ought to be fun. Rock and roll.~ (Reply Carlisle, Students) (Posted by Edward) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Gymnasium - TAC/SC Lieutenant(SG) Detron Trei - 09.45) Detron gave time for questions then set himself to demonstrate the moves. He spotted CDR Jackson approaching him. He came out of the stance to address CDR Jackson. CDR Jackson offered himself as a partner to demonstrate the moves. Detron thought for a moment then motioned to him to take an opposing stance. "CDR Jackson will help me demonstrate the moves of this class. When we are finished with that, you will pair up and practice the shown moves. There may be time at the end to challenge me. Let us begin." He turned to face CDR Jackson. He ordered Jackson to attack him. Jackson led with a chop to the head. He sidestepped that and came up behind Jackson. He grabbed Jackson and gently pushed him to the floor. Jackson got up and reset. This time he attacked Jackson with a Kung Fu flurry. Jackson blocked most of the shots to the head but a few landed hard in his midsection. Jackson staggered back some then recovered.. He demonstrated the last move without Jackson with a chair. He took the chair and did a Judo leverage flip over his shoulder then placed the chair back to its place. He told Jackson to return with the students. He then watched as the class formed pairs. (Reply Jackson, Students) (Posted by Edward) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Gymnasium - aCEO Ensign Henry Jacobs - 0951) After watching the demonstration between Lieutenant Trei and Commander Jackson the room fell quite to see if the blows that the Commander had taken had seriously injured him. Although the moves used seemed lightning fast it also appeared that each blow dealt deathly damage. After seeing Commander Jackson return to the group all the students were instructed to pair up and practice what was seen. Turning to his classmates he began to speak out loud. "Who wants to pair up with Jacobs? I promise I won't hit to hard." He laughed and waited until someone responded and wanted to pair up. (reply Any) (posted by Darryl McDaniel) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Holodeck 15 -CONN- Lieutenant Dralar - Day 6 - 1300) The air currents over the mountains of Kartor seemed wrong somehow. They smelled the same, they seemed to have the same strength and cantor, yet somehow they were very wrong. The Rosenante's CONN officer felt the wind through the feathers of his outstretched wings as he flew through the simulation. His flight feathers flexed and shifted in anticipation of the smaller lifting currents that allowed him to remain airborne. He had been born to it, literally, as a Skorr prince he had been trained in the finer arts of acrobatic and combat flight. His instructors had been some of the few surviving members of an art form that was rapidly declining, and so Dralar had studied hard. The core principle of the art of Salimalatora was anticipation and understanding the ways of the wind, which was the rough translation of the name of the art in the first place. It involved building up ones ability to perceive even the smallest change in wind speed, pressure, temperature and direction. As a result the flyer was granted an instinctual understanding of flight and it's principles. It was a near effortless form of art that was renown and inspiring to behold. The problem was that there were no subtle unpredictable eddies in the wind current for him to feel and adjust due to the artificial nature of the simulation. The Skorr, twisted his body, driving his left wingtip groundward forcing him to lose lift and slide down towards the ground at an alarming rate of speed. Dralar straightened his neck, closed his eyes and controlled his breathing as he raced towards the lush green field below him. He twisted the tips of his wings, sending him into a slow spin, like a rifled bullet homing in on it's target, which was exactly what he was doing. Below him a Vole was trying to hide in the deep rich green grass of the simulation. It was authentic, which like Dralar were the only things that were in this compartment. As the ground approached, Dralar arched his back, bleeding airspeed, and then with a single powerful stroke of his wings, he opened them, counteracting a great deal of the momentum that was threatening to destroy him. His legs lurched forward as his wing stroke forced the upper portion of his torso skyward. He bent his knees, opened his clawed feet and paused one half beet of his wings. The Vole saw the danger too late. It tried to escape. It rushed forward in the sheer terror that only the threat of sudden death could bring. Dralar was prepared for this, however. He'd been a hunter almost as long as he could fly. His right taloned foot snapped forward, scooping the Vole into the air, where his left foot took over, grasping the small mammal with a vise-like grip. He squeezed the small animal tightly. It suffocated within moments. He landed one-footed, something that many Skorr found difficult to do, since most didn't hunt. He dropped the lifeless body of the Vole on the ground as he landed and settled onto both feet. "The hunt is over, and I am the victor." he began. "I assign you to your place amongst the cosmos, that your life will flow to me and sustain me, but with the knowledge that someday my life will sustain another. As death greets us on our journey, we must be reborn again. Perhaps as prey or perhaps as hunters, and because someday I may find myself beneath your claws, I salute you for your gift of life." Having completed the Hunter's liturgy, Dralar used his sharp beak to begin rending flesh from the bone. It was time to eat that which he had killed. (reply none) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Aldavye, Slave Processing Complex, Marah Neru, 1700) Marah had been lying on the cage floor for hours, her head hurt as did her elbow which was still bleeding a little. Turrel hadn't been to see her and she was beginning to wonder if the guard had delivered her message. He was punishing her, he'd threatened to do this in the past but never did. Maybe she pushed him to far and now he wasn't going to back down. She heard movement behind her but didn't move to see what was going on. "You wanted to see me." Turrel said. Marah rolled over and sat up. "I want to get out of this cage." She said. Turrel looked at her for a couple minutes before speaking. "Slave life not agreeing with you." He continued. "You know what you have to do to get back into my good graces." "I won't deal in slaves." Marah stated. "My ancestors were slaves and I'm going to do that to others." "Are you prepared to be a comfort woman?" He asked. "Just what do you expect me to do." Turrel smiled. "You'll have to do what comfort women do." He stated. "Though you'll only have to do it for me. Cater to my needs, perform when I require you to perform." "I don't know if I can." Marah replied. Bajoran women had served as comfort women for Cardassians during the occupation, she remembered hearing the horror stories. Though some were lucky, every so often one would catch the eye of the prefect and he'd take her as his own. She did hear of a few who had almost enjoyed being the prefects woman, but would she. Turrel turned to leave. "Guess you'll have to stay put a little longer." He said. Before he had gone to far he turned with a wicked smile on his face. "It gets pretty cold here at night, hopefully your companions will share their body heat with you. I'd hate for you to freeze to death on your first night." Marah thought about huddling together with her cell mates, strangers who hadn't showered or bathed since they'd been thrown into the cage. What would happen to her, would one of them rape her in the night? Would they tear her clothes off to at to their own? Was the devil you know better then the devil you don't? She stood and moved to the bars, she grabbed them and forced her face through them as far as she could. "Alright Turrel." She said in a broken voice. "You win. I'll do it." (reply any, none required) (posted by Milo Young) ======================================================= (Axtis III, Axtis City, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1620) After they had finished with the cabin Ben had suggested they go speak with some of the locals, he wasn't sure what they would find out but someone had to know something about Marah. They left the cabin, locked the door and began walking back towards Axtis City. It was a nice evening, there was a gentle breeze blowing but it was warm. The fresh air was nice for a change. "We should go see Klagth first." Ben suggested. The aging Klingon knew pretty much everyone, even though he seemed drunk most if not all the time he was harmless. Ben had earned his respect by surviving his first match. (reply Sanok) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1640) When they arrived at Klagth's cabin there was light coming from the windows and smoke rising from the chimney. Ben walked up the steps and knocked on the door. "Enter." Someone bellowed from within. Ben opened the door and stepped inside the cabin. "Aw." Klagth stated. "My young friend has come for a visit, you honor me." Klagth disappeared into the kitchen for a moment and returned with three mugs which he carried to a barrel and filled. He set then on the table and turned to his guests. "Sit, please." He said. "Join me for a drink. This is the real stuff, made it myself. None of that synthehol or replicated junk." Ben sat down but wasn't sure it Sanok would humor Klagth or not. He reached out and picked up the mug, tipping it to his lips he first smelled and then sampled the contents. It had a full bodied aroma and likely contained a generous quantity of alcohol but it wasn't bitter as one would expect. It was a little sweet but not to sweet. Klagth smiled. "Not bad eh?" He said once Ben replaced his mug on the table. "Not what I expected." Ben replied. "Not bad at all." Klagth lifted his mug and took a big swallow and dropped his mug back on the table spilling some of the contents. "What brings you to my humble abode this evening?" Klagth asked. (reply Sanok) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1641) Inside Klagth's cabin, Sanok stood patiently while the burly Klingon filled three mugs with blood wine and gave one to Ben and then one to Sanok. Klagth was probably drunk to some point, as he was quite boisterous and welcoming. "Sit, please. Join me for a drink," said Klagth. "This is the real stuff; made it myself. None of that synthehol or replicated junk." Ben sat in one of the rickety, wood chairs and first smelled, then took a sip of the Klingon wine. Sanok looked at the dark liquid, wondering if he would insult Klagth by not drinking it. "Not bad, eh?" Klagth said with a smile. He was clearly pleased with his home-made concoction. "Not what I expected," said Ben. "Not bad at all." Klagth lifted his mug and took a big swallow. Dropping it back onto the table, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "What brings you to my humble abode this evening?" Sanok knew he and Ben had to start somewhere in their search for Marah, and going to Klagth was logical. However, the Klingon, who was fat and gray, was perpetually under the influence of blood wine. It seemed a large mug was permanently a part of him hand. "We are here seeking information," said Sanok, still standing, and still holding the mug. He wished he had brought a tricorder so he could scan the contents before drinking it. "Do you remember the Bajoran woman named Marah? She was brought here and turned over to a Nausican. She is gone now and her whereabouts are unknown. We are here again to find her." (reply Ben, Klagth) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, Shren, 1642) Shren had returned to the fleeters cabin and waited for them to leave, he knew they would be talking to the inhabitants and he wanted to know who they spoke with. He had watched them cut wood and make reinforcements for the windows, apparently the pink skin had taken his advice. a few hours had passed and then they left the cabin. Shren kept his distance and followed them as they returned to Axtis City and then to Klagth's cabin. The Klingon was a drunk, no one paid him much attention. He was loud and annoying so it surprised him that the fleeters would chose to speak with him first. The fat old guy was harmless enough and most of the time too drunk to walk, what could he possibly know. Shren found a comfortable place to sit and waited for the fleeters to leave, it was a warm evening and it wasn't raining so he could stay where he was for hours if he needed to. He wouldn't tell Turok that the fleeters had visited Klagth, it wouldn't matter anyway. The Naussican had given Shren permission to orchestrate an accident for them, he wait to see what they knew and then he would act. Though he was no ones fool, if things didn't go according to plan he wasn't about to take the fall. The Naussican thug would have to carry his own weight as well, Shren didn't owe him anything. He wasn't even a good fighter, not like Kavol. Shren watched as Klagth moved around the kitchen filling mugs with blood wine, if his breath was any indication the wine was very potent and wouldn't take long for the fleeters to feel it's affects. The pink skin would become intoxicated fairly quick though he doubted the dog would drink much if any. Shren disliked the pink skin but he dislike the Vulcan more, he guessed it was passed down through the generations, instinct if you like. Vulcan's didn't like Andorian's and Andorian's despised Vulcan's. He leaned back against a tree, the fleeters had been there for almost ten minutes now and didn't seem to be in a rush to leave. Might as well make himself comfortable and wait. (reply any, none required) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1643) "We are here seeking information," said Sanok, still standing, and still holding the mug. "Do you remember the Bajoran woman named Marah? She was brought here and turned over to a Nausican. She is gone now and her whereabouts are unknown. We are here again to find her." Ben looked to Klagth as the Klingon appeared to think about Sanok's inquiry. "I remember Marah quite well." Klagth said as he leaned back in his chair, the wood creaked in protest. "I may not surprise you to know she was as kind to me as she was to everyone else." Klagth rubbed his beard for a moment as a smile spread across his face. "She was a beauty, and very graceful though she lacked confidence. That brute took advantage of that and claimed her as his own, I tried to convince her to leave Axtis but she wouldn't listen." He explained. "She said it would make no difference, that he would find her no matter where she went." Klagth stood and took his mug as well as Ben's, he glanced to Sanok then moved to refill the mugs he had. Returning he placed them back on the table and once again sat down. "When you arrived you changed things, whether you meant to or not." Klagth looked at Ben. "She had taken a liking to you, though I had misjudged you she did not. Others had tried to win her affections in the past but Kavol had dealt with them easily, they weren't protected as you were. The only harm he could cause you was in the ring, and even then he couldn't do as he pleased." Ben had been listening and once Klagth stopped speaking he spoke. "But why me?" Ben asked. Klagth chuckled. "She saw something in you I did not, somehow she was able to sense you could help her." Ben thought back to when he had met Marah at the bonefire. <<>> "Most of the other contestants are much bigger then you, aren't you afraid." "Not really," Ben replied, "It's not the size of the warrior, but his speed and skill. The larger the opponent the slower he is. In close combat he is dangerous but if you keep your distance you can wear him down and over power him." "Most of these guys are here to beat the daylights out of everyone else, I'm sure they will have some fun with you." She said with a smile. "You don't think I'll last for very long?" Ben asked. "I'm hoping you do, some of these guys need to be taught a lesson. They think because they are bigger they will win. A lesson in humility is far over due." <<>> Later during that same evening she warned him about Kavol. <<>> Marah leaned accross the table and kissed Ben on the check, then stood up and said, "It is getting late and we both need our rest for tomorrow. I'll see you in the morning at the arena Ben. I wish you luck in the first round. Watch out for a Naussican called Kavol, he is a dirty fighter and will do what ever he can to win." "I will watch out for him." Ben said as he stood up facing Marah. "I wish you luck as well, and look forward to watching your performance. " "I had a good time tonight Ben," Marah said leaning a little closer. "I don't want to see you get hurt, please becareful." <<>> "She warned me about Kavol." Ben said. "Though at the time I wasn't sure why." Klagth laughed at this. "She didn't want you to end up like the others. What happened to him was just desserts in my opinion." He stated. "Your presence freed her of him, you had been her savior." (reply Sanok) (posted by Milo Young) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, Lieutenant sg Sanok, 1645) Klagth said, "She didn't want you to end up like the others. What happened to him was just desserts, in my opinion. Your presence freed her of him. You had been her savior." The room was quiet while Sanok and Ben digested this information, though Ben was more affected by it. Sanok couldn't help wondering if Marah was more interested in Ben because he freed her from Kavol, and because he could provide a safe and comfortable living for her. It was best that he keep this to himself for now. "Klagth, after Ben and I left Axtis the last time we were here and returned to our duties, Marah went to live on Earth at Ben's family home. We received word that she never arrived. An investigation revealed that she had, but was kidnapped. Eventually, we learned that she was brought here and given to Kavol's family. " Klagth looked at Sanok, the mug of bloodwine, then back at Sanok. Without speaking, the Klingon's eyes stated that he was waiting for Sanok to drink. With a light sigh, Sanok took a small sip. "See, Vulcan? You didn't turn into a babbling drunk." Klagth laughed. When he was finished, he glanced at Ben before speaking. "The Nausican, Turok, is Kavol's brother. Not long after you left, Turok arrived, making a big show of taking his brother's place. A bounty hunter named, Jack, arrived the day after. It was kept very secret, but he brought someone with him. No one knew for sure who it was, but the rumor was that it was Marah. A few days after that, a Nausican ship arrived, and the person was taken away. No one ever spoke openly about it again." Sanok knew it was Marah, as the information from Rupert had already revealed. If Turok was anything like Kavol, and he most likely was, the only way to get any information, was to go directly to Turok. The biggest hurdle would be getting him to talk. "Other than beating him senseless and using illicit drugs, do you know a way we can induce Turok into telling us where he sent Marah?" said Sanok. Klagth chuckled. "No on the drugs, but beating him senseless could work." "That is not what I meant," said Sanok. "Yes, I know you were joking," said Klagth, his voice chiding Sanok, "but I was serious about beating Turok." "Klagth..." "Now don't be so stuffy, and let me explain." Sanok sighed again. "There is a code we abide by here. Other than the tournaments and wilderness tests, we have a ritual called ch'mok. It's similar to a trial by combat. When someone has an issue with another, he can go to the Council and invoke the ch'mok. This consists of three challenges. "The first one is a wilderness test. Each person enters the forest, and using only primitive weapons, must hunt a dagger beast. Whoever finds one first, wins the challenge. "The second task is to cut out the animal's liver and cook it into a paste. The paste is to be eaten. Whoever lasts the longest without puking out their guts, is the winner. "The final challenge is an unarmed fight in the arena. The only rule, is no killing. Last man standing is the winner. Whoever wins two of three, claims the ch'mok." Sanok marveled at the complexity, and the brutality, of this ritual. "What happens once a winner is declared?" "If the winner is the one that invoked the ch'mok, the loser must answer to the challenge. He must do whatever is necessary to resolve the issue. If the challenger loses, he is banished from Axtis forever." Sanok thought about this for a moment. It was brutal, but it seemed to be their only way to learn where Marah was sent. "What is to keep the loser from refusing to resolve the issue?" said Sanok. "If they refuse, they are put to death," said Klagth. "It's been since before you were here last time, that anyone invoked ch'mok, but it is still one of our highest laws." Klagth paused. "The way I see it, you have everything to gain by trying it, and nothing to lose." He looked at Ben. "Except your life. Think long and hard before doing this. Many have died trying to prove themselves by slaying a dagger beast. It is cunning, ferocious, and strong. Is she worth it, my friends?" Sanok already knew what Ben's answer would be. (reply Soma) (posted by Bob B.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Axtis III, Axtis City, CTAC Lt. sg Ben Soma, 1647) Ben listened as Klagth explained the challenge and it's parts to them. It sounded dangerous but it didn't seem like they had much choice, they needed to know where Marah was. "What is to keep the loser from refusing to resolve the issue?" said Sanok. "If they refuse, they are put to death," said Klagth. "It's been since before you were here last time, that anyone invoked ch'mok, but it is still one of our highest laws." Klagth paused. "The way I see it, you have everything to gain by trying it, and nothing to lose." He looked at Ben. "Except your life. Think long and hard before doing this. Many have died trying to prove themselves by slaying a dagger beast. It is cunning, ferocious, and strong. Is she worth it, my friends?" Ben turned to Sanok, his friend already knew the answer. "She is worth it Klagth." Ben responded. "But would the council accept my challenge, I'm not from Axtis." Klagth leaned in on the table. "Your challenge would be accepted," He replied. "and unexpected. You competed in a past tournament which gives you the right to invoke ch'mok. Turok likely doesn't know of the challenge but he cannot refuse it." Ben lifted his mug to take a swallow and found it was empty, Klagth grabbed it and his own and moved to refill them. Ben was a little puzzled, this was his third mug of bloodwine but he didn't feel as if he was becoming drunk. When Klagth returned Ben couldn't help but ask. "How much alcohol is in this bloodwine?" Klagth laughed and leaned in over the table again, in a low voice he said. "Not enough. I'm not the drunk the others think I am." He pointed over his shoulder. "The good stuff is in the kitchen, I only drink that in public." Ben was surprised at the revelation, all this time he had thought of Klagth as a drunk. Now the Klingon stated he wasn't, only in public. "Why the deception?" Ben asked. "A story for another time." Klagth replied. "If your serious about the ch'mok you'll have to prepare. The dagger beast only lives in the high country, two days hike from here." Klagth leaned back in his chair again and stroked his beard. "How can I describe the creature in a way you'd understand." He continued. "What do you know of Earth's predators?" "I've seen videos on cheetahs, grizzly, lion's, tigers, wolves." Ben replied. "I've never seen them in person but the footage was impressive." "That's good, I can relate the dagger beast to those animals. It's similar in size to your tiger and lion, every bit as fast as your cheetah." Klagth explained. "It would rival your grizzly in strength and make your wolf look like a complete fool. The males aren't as dangerous as the females, they can be very territorial and won't back down from anything they think is a threat. Many have hunted the beast, very few have returned and those that have suffered serious injury. To my knowledge only half a dozen have managed to kill the dagger beast." Ben listened as Klagth described the beast, it sounded very formidable. "What are my chances of surviving the encounter?" Ben asked. "Normally I'd say slim to nill." Klagth replied. "But I under estimated you in the past. The council convenes tomorrow afternoon if you decide to make the challenge." "Then tomorrow I will seek an audience with the council." Ben stated. "You have the heart of a warrior my friend, may Kahless be with you when you find the beast." Klagth replied. Ben turned to Sanok. "Let's hope I'm smarter then the beast." He said. (reply Sanok) (posted by Milo Young) ======================================================= (SB Geneva Command Training Wing - Lieutenant Cmdr Tom Jackson 20/COPS Day 10 1030 ) Tom was still sore from the self-defense class taught by Lieutenant Trei. Still, after a nice warm stint in the sauna And a decent massage by Dahlia, Tom learned a lot. As Tom read through the padds about the various historic UFP conflicts and the tactics used, his mind wandered back to the last mission. ~What would history say about the Rosenante and her crew? Would go on to higher duties and who would die in the line of duty?~ he mused silently. The last block of instruction before graduation from command training was the Kobiashu Maru 'no-win' scenario. (Reply: none) (Posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- CSO- Personal Quarters/Temp CSO Office- LT David M. Tamblyn- 1410) With most of the crew being else where doing what ever with who ever, David started doing what he could to take care of his department’s part the day to day management of the refit as best he could. To bad the Rosenante’s refit turned out to be more of a reconstruction for most of the ship. The Sciences section of the ship had been gutted and exposed to the vaccume of space due to battle damage and an unfortunate accident caused by a malfunction in a steering thruster on a Worker-Bee craft that had been working on that part of the ship. Since David had yet to actually set foot in his new office, so he decided to leave to door to his personal quarters open and have the room double as the CSO office until the doors to his new office could be opened. His last duty appointment before he received orders to the Rosenante had been as the Second Officer and Chief of Operarations on the Excelsior class USS Cavalier. His associates in the scientific community found him to be a handy Assistant Project Manager because of his Starfleet operations training, and now Captain Salid wanted to use his civilian experience to head up the science department. ~Problem with being a Historian is that I can tell a great story but I need specialists that can confirm the scientific details. Oh well, such are the twists of life~ “Viskhard, would you mind confirming these Metalergy Reports please.” David inquired as he handed the Denobulan a padd with the indicated reports on it. “The resurfacing part of the refit is almost a week behind schedual. I am going to want you and Mister Maddox to crunch the numbers from those reports and the Construction Reports on the metal failure from portions of the ship that have already been resurfaced and see if everything is normal.” (Reply Viskhard) “Tomorrow I need to finish putting together our department’s purchasing, and personnel requests. Any ideas?” (Reply Viskhard) (Reply Viskhard) (Posted Charlie Raschen) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - ACSO - Personal Quarters/Temp CSO Office - ACSciO Lt(jg) Viskhard - 1412) "Viskhard, would you mind confirming these Metalergy Reports please." Visk turned and accepted the proffered PADD, nodding and beginning to pour over it while listening to the CSO continue speaking. "The resurfacing part of the refit is almost a week behind schedual. I am going to want you and Mister Maddox to crunch the numbers from those reports and the Construction Reports on the metal failure from portions of the ship that have already been resurfaced and see if everything is normal." ~Already sounds like something is not nominal.~ Viskhard nodded as his eyes went a shade of purple that indicated warning to the astute observer. He never stopped reviewing what he had in his hands though, so his eyes were shielded from close scrutiny. “Tomorrow I need to finish putting together our department’s purchasing, and personnel requests. Any ideas?” Visk sat back at that and thought. His voice was laced with a little bit of humour as he replied, "Mister Maddox has been hinting at the woeful inadequacy of the Astrometrics scanners. Not having had a chance to see them, I can't confirm this - however it bodes possible need. We should probably also look at getting the newer tricorders - the quota is barely made and a few extra terraquads of scanning ability could mean that much faster of an analysis during a crisis." (reply Tamblyn) "I don't suppose we could gain another ACSciO in short order? Or at least another junior science officer?" Visk was cautiously hopeful - though he really knew there would be little chance of that happening. (reply Tamblyn) Visk nodded again, "I'll look into the metallurgy difficulties myself. I personally am not keen on being blown into space while in the lab." Visk's cheeks puffed a bit at the thought, but then he chuckled. (reply Tamblyn) (posted by Lori) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- CSO- Personal Quarters/Temp CSO Office- LT David M. Tamblyn- 1415) “Tomorrow I need to finish putting together our department’s purchasing, and personnel requests; any ideas?” Visk sat back, his voice was laced with a little bit of humour as he replied, "Mister Maddox has been hinting at the woeful inadequacy of the Astrometrics scanners. Not having had a chance to see them, I can't confirm this - however it bodes possible need. We should probably also look at getting the newer tricorders - the quota is barely made and a few extra terraquads of scanning ability could mean that much faster of an analysis during a crisis." “That’s a very good point Visk. Fortunately, we will be getting new ‘top of the line’ computers to replace the ones that were lost or destroyed. We should get new tricorders with extra memory and processing capacity to go with them. I do have to order replacements for all the lost BII (NRPG: Basic Issue Items). Then we will put together our wish list in earnist. Any other requests you can think of?” David said. "I don't suppose we could gain another ACSciO in short order; or at least another junior science officer?" Visk was cautiously hopeful - though he really knew there would be little chance of that happening. “I’m already working with the Science Branch Manager to findout what personnel is available with specialties that we are lacking onboard. For reasons not volunteered to or inquired about by me, Mister Maddox does not hold the rank of officer. I’ll bet his living in the Brig area has something to do with it. Reguardless, we can still use his knowledge and experience in the fields of Astronomy, Astral Physics, Computers and Robotics/Cybernetics. I am simply an Historian & Librarian, the captain informed me that Archaeologist is among his accolades, and we have your numerous specialties. I am trying to find a meteorologist, a linguist, a Mathmatician, and a Civil Engineer for starters. After we find the specialists, then I will submit the personnel requests to the captain for BUPERS.” David said hoping he sounded more sure about his plan than he felt. Visk nodded again, "I'll look into the metallurgy difficulties myself. I personally am not keen on being blown into space while in the lab." Visk's cheeks puffed a bit at the thought, but then he chuckled. “I don’t think any of us are up for that.” Tamblyn snickered, “Never the less, make sure you call it a day between 1500 and 1530 hours today. I have to get with Doctor Fisher about my physical. I keep dodging and re-schedualing my appointment with her. It’s about time I took the bull by the horns so to speak.” (Reply Viskhard iyw) As he gave Visk a ‘I’m hurt’ look, Tamblyn tapped his comm-badge “Lieutenant Tamblyn, for Doctor Fisher. I had a 1445 appointment for my physical, or should we re-schedual?” (Reply Fisher) (Reply Viskhard iyw, Fisher) (Posted Charlie Raschen) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------