Removed NRPG messages Timelines were perfect! Great job. Excellent posting week! Compile summary Your adoring CO ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.04 (USS Mystique - Ten Forward - ACEO Ens(sg) Norman Harper- 1402) (USS Mystique - Ten Forward - Gabriella and Elizabeth Wilson-Kirien - 1412) (USS Mystique, Ten Forward, ACOUNS Ens(sg) Regan Alessi, 1417) (USS Mystique, Ten Forward, ACMO Lt (jg) Vren Marto and ACOUNS Ens(sg) Regan Alessi, 1500) (USS Mystique - Life Sciences Lab- CSO Lt. (jg) Ketal -1505) (USS Mystique - Life Sciences Lab- Asst CSO Ensign Naraht (jg) -1506) (USS Mystique - Life Sciences Lab- CSO, Lt. (jg) Ketal -1507) (USS Mystique – Naraht’s Cabin/Sickbay- Asst CSO Ensign Naraht -1536) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.05 (USS Mystique - Transporter Room 1 -CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 819) (USS Mystique- Ready Room - CO, Captain Saleke -1007) (USS Mystique- Ready Room - Dr. Michaela Kirien -1008) (USS Mystique- Ready Room - CO, Captain Saleke -1009) (USS Mystique - Holosuite 3 - Ensign (jg) Andreas Schliegler - 1122) (USS Mystique - Front hangardeck, control room - Ensign (jg) Andreas Schliegler - 1127) (USS Mystique - Flight Ops Office - Dr. Michaella Kirien - 1139) (USS Mystique - Flight Ops Office - ACONN - Ensign jg Andreas Schliegler- 1141) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ begin compile Stardate: 2407.02.04 (USS Mystique - Ten Forward - ACEO Ens(sg) Norman Harper- 1402) As the server neared Norm looked at Regan and asked, "What was that thing you like? Something with a weird name..." "Nasi goreng," she supplied with a smile. "I think I'll get one of those." He leaned back and rubbed his hands together and waited for the server to move on. "I finally got my new holodeck programme running." He said, "I based it on my my old dock at home and my mom's old Boston Whaler. I think you might enjoy a ride on the ocean, and maybe a dip in the water. What d'ya say meeting me after duty?" "That sounds great. Could we make it about 1930? I've got a pretty full schedule," she said, pulling a face. More because of her appointment with Ashliu Physioc than her full schedule. "I've got a lot to do today, too. Starting with that guy's replicator. I never thought a project so small could take so long! Then I have to go get my hands checked out," Norm added. "I'll survive, though." "Then it looks like it's a date," she smiled. "It'll give me something to look forward to after A--" she broke off. " ... a busy day," Regan amended, forcing a smile. "I'll tell you all about it later. Well, the bits I can tell you, the non-confidential bits." She picked up a forkful of food almost absently. "So what exactly is a 'Boston Whaler' ?" she asked. (reply Norm) She listened to Norm's explanation with fascination, picking at her food. "I can't wait to see it," she said with a smile. then she frowned as she saw a message routed through to her padd marked urgent. "Excuse me a moment," she said to Norm and opened the message. A broad smile spread across her face and she felt a weight lifted from her shoulders suddenly as she read the message from the OPS chief informing her that her meeting with Ashliu Physioc would have to be cancelled due to a change in duty shifts. She sent an acknowledgement and returned to her food with renewed appetite. "Sorry about that, one of my appointments had to cancel. One I wasn't particularly looking forward to," she explained. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.04 (USS Mystique - Ten Forward - Gabriella and Elizabeth Wilson-Kirien - 1412) ::Mother is going to kill us.:: Ella warned her sister, as they stepped into 10-Forward instead of the schoolroom where they were supposed to be. ::Your such a worry-wort, Ella.:: Beth replied, slipping into the side-channel the two twins had since birth. ::Yes, well this isn't the Nimitz...:: ::Speaking of the Nimitz, Mum owes us. Dragging us away from Devan...:: Beth began to rant... Ella stopped her sister as they got to a table towards the back, "Maybe she had to leave." Ella said quietly as the server came to take their lunch order. "I can't see why." Beth continued to complain. "Maybe you should open your eyes. You know that Dartena woman didn't like us spending so much time with Devan. And he certainly didn't like that Mother and he got along so well. And Holis is coming here too, and maybe Mum can be happy. He loves Mum you know..." Ella trailed off as their lunches were brought, biting into her cheeseburger with a grin. "Yeah I know, but I wish Mum had loved Devan then we woulda been a proper family again, well, not like we ever were.." She said, eating her sloppy joe with a grin that matched Ella's. "I wish Mum hadn't gone half-mad and driven Da away from her." Ella finished the other half of her sister's thought, having a french fry with ketchup. The two looked up in apparent guilt at the woman who approached. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.04 (USS Mystique, Ten Forward, ACOUNS Ens(sg) Regan Alessi, 1417) Regan had been watching the two girls surreptitiously for about five minutes. She didn't recognise them, but that wasn't so odd, she had only been on the ship a few days. She was, however, sure that they should be in the schoolroom and not in Ten Forward at this time of day. She leant forward and whispered to Norm, "Don't make it obvious you're looking, but you see those two girls at that table over there towards the back? Do you know them?" (reply Norm) "Well whoever they are I'm pretty sure the shouldn't be here. They should be in the schoolroom," Regan said. "Excuse me for a moment, Norm? I really should ask the teacher about them." She took a breath and sent a message to Katie Troi. ::Katie, I'm sorry to bother you but I think there are a couple of truants here in Ten Forward. Girls, about 12 years old, twins by the look of them:: (reply Katie) ::I'll go over and speak to them, see if I can find out what they're doing here when they should be in school:: "I'll be right back," Regan apologised to Norm, stood up and made her way over to the girls' table. As she approached she heard one of them say to the other, "I wish Mum hadn't gone half-mad and driven Da away from her." Catching sight of Regan approaching, the two girls stopped speaking and looked up at Regan with almost identical expressions of guilt. "Shouldn't you be in school, girls?" Regan asked. As she did so, she did something she rarely did but something in those expressions was just too guilty to be real. It reminded her of a rather bad holoactress. So she dropped her shields enough to allow any 'conversation' the two might have between themselves to be 'audible'. She had heard of identical twins having means of communicating without words, and while these two did not look Betazoid, it didn't mean they were not part Betazoid. Menno, for example, took after his father in looks, though thankfully not in temperament. Meanwhile her own thoughts were still well-shielded. She waited for a reply from the girls, or for Katie or another teacher to arrive. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.04 (USS Mystique, Ten Forward, ACMO Lt (jg) Vren Marto and ACOUNS Ens(sg) Regan Alessi, 1500) After Commander Saleke had allowed her to leave Marto had not left 10 Forward but simply removed herself as far away from that table as was possible. Sitting down at a free table across the room Marto looked up only to see the waiter standing there. "Can I get you something?" Smiling, she nodded. "Lapsang Suchong, hot, no milk, no sugar please." and waited quietly as he brought it over. Regan was sitting letting her green tea get cold and reading up on her next session notes when looking up she noticed that whatever had been going on with the FO, Dr Mias, and the CMO and Dr Vren has apparently finished. Everyone else except for Dr Vren had left, but Vren had remained, not looking very happy. After a few moment's inner debate, Regan stood up and took her padd and cup over to the table. "Mind if I join you?" she asked. "I was having lunch with Norm Harper, but he had to return to duty and I have some unexpected free time." Marto looked up at Regan and nodded. "Feel free. It's nice to see you again. How are you settling in?" "Quite well, on the whole. Menno loves it here, there are far more children aboard than there were on my last posting," Regan said. "People here seem a lot friendlier too, by and large." She looked at Marto closely. "Are you Ok?" she asked tentatively. "I don't want to pry but you look a little... frazzled." Marto shook her head, smiled and took a sip of her tea and went off on what she hoped might be a slightly unrelated tack. "Regan, do you ever have days when everything starts out so well and then ends up so awful? Because I think this has been one of them." Regan nodded. She was all too familiar with that. "I do, and in fact I thought this might be one of them but it's turning out better than I thought it might earlier. But tell me," she asked with a smile, "Would the starting out well be the reason you and Lt Keswick looked so happy at the start of the meeting earlier?" Marto simply couldn't help her reaction. Her smile caught even her unawares and she nodded. "Indeed it would be. He asked me to marry him this morning." "That's wonderful!" Regan said, genuinely pleased to hear it and to see the broad smile on Marto's face. The woman's happiness was unmistakeable. "Congratulations! I'm sure you'll both be very happy," she added. Privately she wondered what had transpired to take that joy away, even for a while. True, there had been the CMO's behaviour in the meeting, and then the meeting in Ten Forward with the FO and Riven, but there must have been more to it than just what occurred in the meeting. However, she decided not to press it for now. If Marto wanted to talk about it, she would. Marto couldn't help grin back at Regan. She was so easy to talk to. Ok, she was a counsellor and that was her job, but Marto actually realised something that a lot of people didn't. That was that Counsellors were people too and just like everyone else needed friends relationships and all the hard things that made people human. Taking a deep breath Marto began talking before her shyness could over-rule her. "Regan, I have a favour to ask, and if you say no, I will understand. I honestly haven't made many friends on this ship. Female friends especially. You, probably are the nearest thing I have had to a friend since you came on board." "I would be honoured if you would be my witness during the wedding." Regan stared at Marto for a moment, hardly able to believe what she'd just heard. "I - I'd be delighted," she said, her eyes shining, and a big smile lighting up her face. "And I'm the one who's honoured, to be asked to do this for you. But you'll have to fill me in on what I need to do, the only weddings I've been to are Betazoid ones and they are full of all kinds of tradition. Apart from the obvious one which most of the universe seems to have heard of, with the bride being naked," she added with a droll look. Marto couldn't help it she just dissolved in laughter. "Nothing so spectacular honestly. I simply need a witness, A Bajoran ceremony is fairly informal." Regan grinned. "I'm glad to hear it," she said with relief. "Between you and me, if I were ever to get married I would NEVER go for a Betazoid ceremony! You have to have everything just so or someone or other from one family or the other gets upset.... and I guess I've lived to long away from all that to go for it in a big way. So, when and where is this informal ceremony going to be?" Marto smiled over at Regan. "To be honest we haven't set a date yet. I guess it will be when it is." "But I think Travis might be pushing for Geneva." Regan nodded. "A better chance of your families being able to make it there I guess," she said. "Are you happy with that?" Marto shook her head. "It's highly unlikely that our families would make it. But Travis wants this ceremony. Why not give it to him. If it makes him happy then I am happy." Regan smiled. "That's the best way to be, happy together. In that case I'm even more delighted to be your witness. And I'm so excited for you!" she exclaimed impulsively. Marto couldn't help it. She matched Regan smile for smile. "Thank you Regan. Believe me this means a lot." She stood up crossed round the table and hugged her. "Thank you again." Regan hugged Marto back, tears almost coming to her eyes. She blinked a couple of times. "No need to than me! It means a lot to me too," she said honestly. "That you asked me, as a friend. I'm really very, very happy both for you and Travis and to be included in your special day." Marto stood there and looked at Regan beaming back over at her. Somehow it had all worked itself out again. Marto felt a lot better, Part of that was because of that, and she turned to Regan. "If you are available perhaps you would care to come and celebrate with us tonight. In here, around 20.00. Bring anyone you like." Regan nodded. "I'd like that very much, but I have to tell you I have a date with Norm this evening. But if he doesn't mind coming here instead, then I'd love to! I'm sure when he hears the news that he won't mind, but I need to ask him first. Or you could, if you see him. He should in theory be coming along to Sickbay to get his hands seen to later. He had an accident with a replicator and a thoughtless lieutenant earlier," Regan explained. Marto smiled. "To be honest Regan. I'm not sure if I will spend much time in Sickbay today. Maybe you should tell him." "I will, don't worry," Regan smiled back happily, looking forward to giving Norm the glad news about Marto and Travis. "And I hope to see you later, but I'll let you know definitely as soon as I hear from Norm." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.04 (USS Mystique - Life Sciences Lab- CSO Lt. (jg) Ketal -1505) Ketal stood before a table mounted with instruments monitoring an experiment as the computer ran through the a variety of scenarios regarding the mystery planet, so far there had been no concrete decisions made regarding either its formation or the reason for its instability. He dimly heard the sound of the lab doors opening and closing along with a rustling noise as he looked at scenario 303 and shook his head slightly, still nothing. There was a scent that began permeating the chamber suddenly that he caught and took notice of, it was an earthy smell and not unpleasant in the least, it actually reminded him of the caves in the Black Hills of North Dakota where he had been raised by his Vulcan mother and human father. Ketal's head came up suddenly not only due to the odor but to the mechanical voice that broke out across the lab. “Excuse me, could you direct me to Lieutenant Ketal, please? I am newly assigned to the ship and I need to report in to him. I understand he is here somewhere.” The half-Vulcans head snapped around then toward the source of the voice and he noted a brown and orange mottled creature undulating slowly near one of the lab technicians a bit over ten feet away, the creature was oval in shape at about four feet in length and stood less than three feet high at the apex of its rocky, armored body. Ketal straightened up and turned around as his brain reached an intriguing hypothesis. An appendage was lifted up from the creature as it swept around the room. The technician's eyes were wide and he had slid away two steps from the creature as it moved up to him, he replied with a slightly quavering voice. "The CSO is at that table." The man turned and pointed to him, seeing Ketal's attention was on them he added. "That's him there." (Reply: Naraht) As the creature rumbled over to him Ketal crossed his arms and cocked his head in fascination. "A Horta I believe?" He asked as it neared him. (Reply: Naraht) "Interesting, I assume you have seen the Commander then?" (Reply: Naraht) He nodded slowly. "You were assigned as ACSO? Fascinating. What are your areas of speciality Ensign Naraht?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.04 (USS Mystique - Life Sciences Lab- Asst CSO Ensign Naraht (jg) -1506) “Excuse me, could you direct me to Lieutenant Ketal, please? I am newly assigned to the ship and I need to report in to him. I understand he is here somewhere.” The technician's eyes were wide and he had slid away two steps from Naraht as he moved up to him and he replied with a slightly quavering voice, "The CSO is at that table." The man turned and pointed to him, seeing Ketal's attention was on them he added, "That's him there." “Thank you so much. I appreciate your kind help,” said Naraht and he shifted away toward the tall Vulcan stalk. As Naraht rumbled over to him, Ketal crossed his arms. He seemed fascinated, judging by the increased electrical activity closer to the top of his tall head. "A Horta, I believe?" he asked as Naraht neared him. Naraht made sure his speaker grill on his vox was facing the department chief. “Yes sir. I am Ensign Naraht junior grade, newly graduated from the Academy and assigned here by Admiral Green for the Mystique’s Science Department. I was under the impression that the Mystique apparently was in need of my particular talents, else the Admiral would have assigned me elsewhere.” "Interesting, I assume you have seen the Commander then?" “Yes, I came here directly from meeting Commander Saleke in Ten Forward. I am unsure when I will meet with the Captain. I was intending to get in some deep pressure time for just a few hours in an atmospheric chamber after meeting with you, unless I can go underground planetside. It is important to keep my armor healthy and I have not been able to do so for over a week. Most facilities keep that equipment in Sickbay.” Naraht shifted uneasily at the thought of another Sickbay, but reminded himself of the importance of building trust with his fellow crewmembers. ~They do not wish to hurt or take advantage of me~ he told himself firmly. ~It will be alright.~ Lieutenant Ketal nodded slowly. "You were assigned as ACSO? Fascinating. What are your areas of specialty, Ensign Naraht?" “I majored in Geology, Metallurgy and Tactical Exploration, and have a good handle of fault lines, seismic activity, continental drift, Volcanlogy, and Mineralogy. Due to the way we Hortas perceive our environment, we are sensitive to and can detect changes in heat, pressure, temperature, and vibration, and we can perceive mechanical and bio-chemical electrical energy as well as detecting magnetic energy. We don’t need an atmosphere to survive. Though my species can exist in the cold vacuum of space, I might not continue to exist by becoming a meteorite.” Naraht paused and then continued with dry humor, “I overturned the rocks of the instructors at the Academy by graduating with honors. But I admit I have the ability to get very close to my work and that gave me a distinct advantage. If you would like a more detailed report both on me and my species, I gave that information to Commander Saleke on two PADDs.” “I detect that you are Vulcan, sir. I look forward to working with you. Mother often told me how much she admired the Vulcan Commander Spock’s ears, and I can understand why. After meeting you and the Commander, I see that your ear organs are tall graceful spires that accent your more willowy balanced body.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.04 (USS Mystique - Life Sciences Lab- CSO, Lt. (jg) Ketal -1507) The voice that emenated form the variation of a universal translator upon Naraht's body was quite artificial sounding but Ketal admired the engineering that had gone into translating the beings minute vibrations or perhaps its specific brainwave pattern into understandable speech. Ketal was quite aware that it was possible to contact the Horta by telepathy as they were known to be highly intelligent which Narahts presence here proved but he found it more likely it was subsonic vibrations that the Horta used to communicate considering their normal environment. “I majored in Geology, Metallurgy and Tactical Exploration, and have a good handle of fault lines, seismic activity, continental drift, Volcanlogy, and Mineralogy. Due to the way we Hortas perceive our environment, we are sensitive to and can detect changes in heat, pressure, temperature, and vibration, and we can perceive mechanical and bio-chemical electrical energy as well as detecting magnetic energy. We don’t need an atmosphere to survive. Though my species can exist in the cold vacuum of space, I might not continue to exist by becoming a meteorite.” Naraht paused and then continued with undisguised humor which the CSO found stimulating, “I overturned the rocks of the instructors at the Academy by graduating with honors. But I admit I have the ability to get very close to my work and that gave me a distinct advantage. If you would like a more detailed report both on me and my species, I gave that information to Commander Saleke on two PADDs.” "I wil download the data later Naraht thank you." Ketal said as he continued to look upon the being with undisguised interest. "Your sense of humor is quite refined and intriguing. I am looking forward to working with and getting to know you and I find your posting in my department refreshing." “I detect that you are Vulcan, sir. I look forward to working with you. Mother often told me how much she admired the Vulcan Commander Spock’s ears, and I can understand why. After meeting you and the Commander, I see that your ear organs are tall graceful spires that accent your more willowy balanced body.” An eyebrow arched at the comment, this meeting was turning quickly into what was referred to as a meeting of the mutual admiration society as he had been told long ago therefore it would be best to move the young Horta along to his destination. "Thank you. One moment Ensign." He turned back to the computer and brought up a list of available cabins and chose a large one which would allow the silicon based life-form greater ability to manuever in his quarters. "Deck 3 cabin 5 will be your quarters Naraht, have your ..." he stopped there, what would a Horta need with luggage? "Your personal belongings transferred there. As for your need for pressurization... we will not be transporting to the planet today, report to medical and they will see to your needs there. There is a spot though on the fourth landing party tomorrow morning which I will expect you to fill, I believe you will find the terrain to your liking. You are dismissed to attend to your cabin and medical condition." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.04 (USS Mystique – Naraht’s Cabin/Sickbay- Asst CSO Ensign Naraht -1536) Naraht, relieved to get quarters assigned him, was happy that he had gotten something else to eat and his dish moved up to his room. It would be nice if that he could contact OPS or maintenance and find out who could renovate the replicator in his cabin. He would even help if it would move things along. Naraht sighed to himself. He reluctantly had to face the reality that it was time to get himself to Sickbay. A frssion of fear flicked through his phalangi. Naraht quelled it, firmly reminding himself that this would be different. These stalks would be his family group now, just like his fellow students had been at the Academy and they would not seek to actively hurt him. In fact, like his fellow students, they might well end up seeking him out. He swayed his longer phalange in happy nostalgia at the good times they had had on bivouac and on some of the field trips and research assignments. He missed Stephen Anderson, the human, and his tall stalwort Gorn friend Dacoral. They had made an unusual trio on the campus and had a lot of fun together. He had promised to keep in touch, but who could know if that was possible in these troubled times? Well, it was time to get to Sickbay. Naraht knew he had put it off too long. Sandy bits of rock had already started crumbling off of Naraht’s armor in tiny spots here and there on his edges. He really needed to get some deep pressure time in and deal with it. A rest during this would not hurt him either, especially if he would end up going planetside. He wanted to be ready and full of energy. Naraht paused outside of Sickbay in the corridor. He knew he was “being foolish,” as Stephen might say, but he couldn’t help himself. He felt quite nervous and was not happy about the possibility of providing “samples.” Naraht steadied his shaking innards and rippled his pahalngi with great determination. He had conquered more than his own fear before; after all he was the only Horta in Starfleet! He moved over to the doors leading to Sickbay and shifted through when they opened in front of him. ~I am a Starfleet officer; and on board this, my home ship, I have nothing to fear!~ He rumbled over the threshold, carefully pulling in all his phalangi behind him. He kept his longer phalange firmly and courteously coiled up underneath him; there was no ned to go wubbering about like a new child. There were a few staff on duty, and Naraht did not know who to ask for, so he quietly rumbled up to one stalk that was standing at a biobed. “My apologies for bothering you. I am Ensign Naraht. My department chief Lt. Ketal sent me here to Sickbay. Who do I speak to about getting some time in the atmospheric chamber?” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.05 (USS Mystique - Transporter Room 1 -CMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 819) Angeni strode into the transporter room, not really looking to talk to anyone, but she looked at Mason and she saw him staring at Cindy, and it made her cheeks burn brightly. She clung onto her med kit tightly. She was so lost and alone, and she knew she must've looked horrible. She thought back and she realized it had been at least 36 hours if not more that she hadn't either been unconsious or working, or being thrown out of meetings, so she sighed softly and listened to the two of them talk. "We should encounter plenty of life down there," Cindysaid. "All our scans found no signs of even the mostprimitive constructs or cave dwellings. There wasn't so much as a campfire. That's not to say that we won't find some kind of smart tree-dwelling PRE-sentient life form. Given the age of this planet and the abundance of animal life, that seems very possible. Unfortunately, there is no way to know what kind of hostility will be displayed." "But it would be prudent to assume that this planet has it's share of aggressive predatorial species." "So remember, it's the law of the jungle," Cindy finished the thought in a wistful tone. "Sounds like a plan..." Her voice was lifeless and non energetic. She waved lightly at both parties, not even looking at them. Her eyes were focused on the floor and she wasn't going to move them. She just wanted to get the mission done and over with before she had to say or do anything, and then escape back to her room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.05 (USS Mystique- Ready Room - CO, Captain Saleke -1007) The chime to the Ready Room sounded and Saleke looked up from the screen then turned to see the latest arrival enter the room, Dr. Kiriens journey however had been well communicated. The woman was a Betazoid though very pale with long, silvery white hair. Saleke had worked closely with her before as she had also been assigned to the Nimitz until recently. Now she was coming on board the Mystique as an assistant CMO. Her blue labcoat over her uniform with her long hair gave a look of almost unearthly beauty which was redundant as she was of course not from earth. She sat a PADD containing her orders on his desk then stood at attention. "Doctor Michaella Kirien reporting for duty, Sir." He set his hands before him on the table and interlocked his fingers with the tips of the index fingers touching but made no move for the PADD, as former 3/0 of the Nimitz he was well aware of her qualifications. "Dr. Kirien this transfer was somewhat of a surprise but well received, the ship will be better for your presence." The Ready Room was still just as Ketal had decorated it in anticaipation of its launch with Captain Winters in command with the cherry wood cabinet and Louis XIV divan along with the persian rug and other furnishings, he intended to make no changes until they had arrived at Geneva at least before he began to replace them with his own meager souveniers. "What was the purpose of your transfer request to the Mystique?" (Reply: Michaella) He motioned her to a seat before him. "Doctor Trommashere is the CMO here and you will be working closely with Dr. Vren Marto who is the other assistant. You will of course wish to speak with Dr. Trommashere after you leave here." Breaking off the normal line of instructions he asked. "Are Elizabeth and Gabriella well?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.05 (USS Mystique- Ready Room - Dr. Michaela Kirien -1008) "Doctor Michaella Kirien reporting for duty, Sir." "Dr. Kirien this transfer was somewhat of a surprise but well received, the ship will be better for your presence.What was the purpose of your transfer request to the Mystique?" Michaella cast her eyes down, somewhat surprised at the question. "It is of a personal nature, Sir." She finished, not wanting to go into her history with Devan Sash and also not wanting to ask the one question that was on her mind, was Holis's request approved ? He motioned her to a seat before him. "Doctor Trommashere is the CMO here and you will be working closely with Dr. Vren Marto who is the other assistant. You will of course wish to speak with Dr. Trommashere after you leave here." Breaking off the normal line of instructions he asked. "Are Elizabeth and Gabriella well?" She took the proferred seat with a smile. "Yes, I am glad to be here, Sir. It was hoped that I could work with Dr. Mias on the way to Geneva to help break through Vanyssa's mental barriers. I'll be working with Dr. Mias and the counselling department, I hope." She grinned at the mention of her twin terrors, "They are well. Beth is still mad about flying - she gets that from her father and Ella about science and medicine. They are both a little sad to leave the Nimitz, Devan Sash was the father that John Wilson couldn't be, but it's for the best, I think." She crossed her legs demurely then risked the one question she had been dying to ask, "Was Dr. Gralen's transfer request approved?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.05 (USS Mystique- Ready Room - CO, Captain Saleke -1009) She took the proferred seat with a smile. "Yes, I am glad to be here, Sir. It was hoped that I could work with Dr. Mias on the way to Geneva to help break through Vanyssa's mental barriers. I'll be working with Dr. Mias and the counselling department, I hope." She grinned at the mention of her twin terrors, "They are well. Beth is still mad about flying - she gets that from her father and Ella about science and medicine. They are both a little sad to leave the Nimitz, Devan Sash was the father that John Wilson couldn't be, but it's for the best, I think." She crossed her legs demurely before asking , "Was Dr. Gralen's transfer request approved?" Saleke nodded. "Lt. Commander Gralen will be joining us at Geneva, he will be replacing Lt. Ketal who has asked to remain on Geneva in an advisory capacity while Captain Winters undergoes treatment and rehabilitation. Ella should find herself in an excellent position to further her education on the Mystique with yourself and Dr. Gralen to instruct her." Saleke didn't touch on Beth's desire to fly at this time, while the ship had by all reports an excellent navigator it remained to be seen whether he had the discipline or patience needed to watch over her instruction. (Reply: Michaella) Since she had brought up the name he asked a follow-up question. "How is Captain Sash? I noted the Nimitz is scheduled to leave Geneva before our arrival." (Reply: Michaella) Saleke stood to his feet. "I will hold you here no longer Doctor, I am certain you wish to report in to your department. Welcome to the Mystique." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.05 (USS Mystique - Holosuite 3 - Ensign (jg) Andreas Schliegler - 1122) =/\= Ensign Schliegler? Jones here from the flight deck. We seem to be having a problem.=/\= Andreas sighed as he walked over to the computer and closed down the simulation. "And what is the problem, Crewman? Mummy gave you cheese on your sandwiches again?" =/\- NO, Sir! And it was jam, if you must know. But we are either being visited by a trespasser or a stowaway from the planet. Type 6 shuttle 2 is inhabited by an alien!=/\= Rolling with his eyes, Andreas cursed. "OK, on my way, Schliegler out." For a moment Andreas considered warning security but knowing Jones's imagination he would wait until he had investigated the issue himself. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.05 (USS Mystique - Front hangardeck, control room - Ensign (jg) Andreas Schliegler - 1127) "Ok, Jones," Andreas blurted out when he entered the control room, having found the bay devoid of people "Where's this...alien of yours." Jones pointed at a type 6 shuttle, standing below on the hangar deck. "There it is, Sir. You can see it through the cockpit window. A small blue-skinned alien sitting in the pilot seat. The boys were just about to unload the shuttle because it returned from the planet when they heard eerie noices coming from the cockpit. Since they didn't know if the alien was peaceful they left the shuttle as quietly as they could, closed the hatch and warned me. I then called you." Peering at the shuttle through slitted eyes, Andreas asked: "What kind of eerie noises?" "Frank?" Jones called out to one of the hangardeck operators standing behind them. "It was Yeeeeeeouououou, tackatackatackatack, Sir." one of them said. "Yeeeeeeouououou, tackatackatackatack?" the ACONN asked. "TAckatAckatAcka, Sir" Frank replied, laying emphasize in the correct a's, earning him a glare from Andreas. "Oh Gott, gib mir Kraft!" he muttered to himself as he opened a one way commlink with the shuttle. Almost immediately a voice rang out of the speakers. =/\= YEEEEEEEEEEOUOUOUOUOUOUO, Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh. =/\= "See, Sir?" Frank piped up. "I see nothing, that was an eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, not an tAckatAckatAckatAck." "Yeah, well, the Yeeeeeeououououou was the same," Frank defended himself. Andreas looked at the man non-believing before turning to Jones. "You...uhhhh...notice anything peculiar?" he asked the crewman. "Sir" Jones blinked not understanding. "Uhhh, no, Sir?" Andreas shook his head in disbelieve. "Am I the only one here then who can recognise a human voice? You...you....DIPSTICKS!" To prove his point, Andreas activated one of the remote cameras and pointed it at the cockpit of the shuttle. "THERE is your bl**dy alien! A ten to ... hmm..fourteen year old child, female, wearing a blue shirt. That is SHIRT, MR JONES, NOT FL******NG SKIN !" Andreas took several deep breaths glaring at everyone who even dared to open his mouth. Having found enough courage to speak, Jones finally piped up. "But what is she doing there, then? Those noises?" "Trespassing, for one," Andreas reacted turning to the control panel. "Playing fighter pilot, is the other.Hmmm. So we want to play pilot, do we?" Andreas grinned shortly. "How about," he said as he was tapping the controls placing the shuttle on auto-pilot and putting in a short flight course, filled with loops, turns and flips. After some thoughts, he amended the flightplan slightly. "Probably not wearing the seat belt," he muttered to himself, locking the flightplan so that no one could override it. "There! Enjoy the trip, missie!" he finally said as he opened the hangar doors and raised the shuttle off the ground. Through the comm-system, the voice changed her pitch as the shuttle lifted off the floor and started rocking from side to side. There were short shrieks and shouts, changing to a ear-piercing: =/\=AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!=/\= as the shuttle accelerated out of the door. Andreas sighed and turned back. "Mr. Jones, when the shuttle returns in three minutes, find out who the parents are and tell them that I want to see them toutesuite. I'll be expecting them in my office in five minutes." Andreas shook his head as he turned around to walk out but before he reached the door, the voice over the comm changed =/\= YEAH! WOOOHIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! =/\= the sound came through the comm. =/\= OWOWOWOWOHHHHYEAH! GERONIMOOOOOH! =/\= Unable to stop him from smiling, Andreas turned round. "And Mr. Jones! Cut the sound! I don't think your ears are old enough for this yet." Turning around, Andreas shook his head again. ~Kids!~ he thought as he left the control room. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.05 (USS Mystique - Flight Ops Office - Dr. Michaella Kirien - 1139) Being called out of emergency surgery to deal with one's errant child was not putting Michaella in a good mood. She could feel Beth siting contritely in the Flight Ops office as she walked in a streak of blood on her face, in surgical scrubs, her lab coat over it. "I'm ACMO Commander Michaella Kirien, the mother of Elizabeth Wilson-Kirien, this minx. I understand she got into some mischief today." Michaella very carefully established the fact that she ranked this gentleman, and that she was not in the mood for this meeting. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.05 (USS Mystique - Flight Ops Office - ACONN - Ensign jg Andreas Schliegler- 1141) "I'm ACMO Commander Michaella Kirien, the mother of Elizabeth Wilson-Kirien, this minx. I understand she got into some mischief today." Just like he had done with the little brat as she was brought to his office, Andreas disregarded the woman completely as she made her entrance into his office. He kept looking at his screen and tapping away at buttons, inwardly cringing at the knowledge that the little miscreant had a Commander as mother. Normally it wouldn't have made much difference to Andreas but after his run in with Saleke he knew he might have to change his tune somewhat. Finally after a few minutes, Andreas looked up at the woman. " Mischief......mischief....hmmm, yes, I guess you could call it mischief, if you were in a very good mood, which I am not, by the way." He fell silent then followed it with "Commander," just in case she would immediately run to Saleke to complain about him. Andreas sighed and placed his hands in front of him with his fingertips touching, as he had seen Saleke do it. "Your ... minx was found earlier playing with the controls of a type 6 shuttle, Commander. And perhaps you may not know this, but a type 6 shuttle has two mark 4 phasers. Not very powerful weapons, but still quite deadly without the protection of shields. Also you are probably quite unaware of the fact that you only need to press three buttons to actually fire the weapon." It felt like a good time to put another "Commander," in, just to be on the safe side. Of course, it didn't really matter that once he had placed the ship on auto-pilot, it would have required a further 7 buttons to press. It was, after all, the principle of the matter that counted, not eventualities. "Your....minx pressed two of those buttons already and reviewing the control-log it would have only been a matter of minutes before she would have pressed the third one." Andreas thought it best to flash her a quick smile, just in case. She was after all a Commander. "The resulting blast would most likely, and I did simulate it, have resulted in the loss of all flight crew in that area, including me, and with 65% probability blown away the aft hangar doors. This would of course have led to an explosive decompression resulting in another twenty-four, twenty-five, perhaps twenty-six further deaths and a grand total of .....thirty-seven or thirty-nine letters to write for Captain Saleke, explaining to the bereaved ones his sorrow about the unfortunate accident." "Commander." It sounded like it was time for another one. "I do not know what your previous experiences were with other flight operations and hangar decks but on this ship we are real people, who work with real vessels, which are equipped with real weapons. We are NOT a crèche, NOR a kindergarden." Andreas took a deep breath. "Commander." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------