Compile summary Your adoring CO ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.05 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Dr. Michaella Kirien - 1500) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Promenade - A bar - Ens(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 0300) (Starbase Geneva - Bar's Holodeck, Madam Maria's Bawdy House - Ens(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 0310) (USS Mystique - Bridge - ACONN, Ensign (jg) Andreas Schliegler - 0719) (Starbase Geneva - Science department - Kane Curtis - 0801) (USS Mystique, ACOUNS Office, ACOUNS Ens(sg) Regan Alessi, 0900) (USS Mystique, Bridge, AOPS/CONN Ens(jg) Ash Physioc, 0903) (USS Mystique- Naraht’s Science Station in Life Science Lab- Ensign Naraht (jg)- 0904) (Starbase Geneva - Bar's Holodeck, Madam Maria's Bawdy House - Ens(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 1110 ) (Starbase Geneva – deck 72 docking port - Lt. John Fredericks – 11:15) (USS Mystique - Captain's Ready Room - Ens(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 1125 ) (USS Mystique - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain Saleke- 1126 ) (USS Mystique - Captain's Ready Room - ATAC Ens(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 1128) (USS Mystique - Cargo Bay One - COPS Lt. Travis Keswick - 1130) (USS Mystique - Deck 15 - ATAC Ens(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 1136 ) (USS Mystique - Security office - 2O Lt.(sg) CT Jason Dema - 1139 ) (USS Mystique - Security office - ATAC Ens(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 1140) (Starbase Geneva – docking port for Mystique - Lt. John Fredericks – 11:45) (Mystique – Bridge - Lt. John Fredericks – 11:50) (USS Mystique –Captains Ready Room - Captain Saleke – 11:51) (USS Mystique - Dockingbay - Private Kane Curtis - 1152) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- begin compile Stardate: 2407.02.05 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Dr. Michaella Kirien - 1500) Michaella figured that there was no more putting it off, so she went in to meet this Angeni. She popped her head into the CMO's office with a smile. "Good day, I'm Dr. Michaella Kirien, the new ACMO." Michaella was very careful not to mention her rank, something about the woman's body language screamed insecurity to the Betazoid's clinically trained eyes. "I'm a surgeon and pediatrician, but I also hold a doctorate in psychology. I've been assigned mostly as a liason between the counselling department and you, but also to fill the need of a pediatrician for the what, 22 children aboard?" She asked with a grin, crossing her legs as she took a seat. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Promenade - A bar - Ens(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 0300) The first thing Ranae did after she'd received her assignment was find out all she could about the USS Mystique, and there was plenty of information available. Unlike many of her classmates, she hadn't really hoped for a certain class of ship or to be placed on a starbase. She'd been open to anything as long as she was going where she was really needed, so she was quite content to find that the Mystique was an Akira class vessel. One of the smaller ships; but like lots of small packages, it was a real jewel. During the days spent in travelling from Earth to the Beta sector to meet the ship at Geneva Space Station, Ensign Ammon had passed many an hour swatting up on the technical specifications, its present crew, and some of its missions history and she liked what she learned about it. The fact that it was heavily armed appealed to her as a Tactical officer and she would frequently find herself daydreaming about battles, where the Akira class was victorious over enemies that had far superior fire power thanks to Ranae's tactical skills and the smallness, weaponry and speed of the ship. When she'd arrived on the Starbase and updated the available data about the Mystique, she had been a little disappointed that the woman she'd believed was CO of the ship - Captain Vanyssa Winters, had been replaced by her Vulcan FO who was now Captain Saleke. Captain Katherine Janeway had always been one of Ranae's heroines and she had an irrational curiosity to see how another female captain would measure up to her expectations and how she perceived Janeway's example. ~Just as well,~ she'd decided when she'd read it. ~This way I have no preconceived ideas about how the captain should act.~ That had been an hour ago. Now she stared unblinkingly into her tankard of bloodwine as if seeing the future in its dark depths, but infact she was having trouble keeping focussed. She was exhausted. It had been a long journey with frequent transfers from one ship to another in ungodly hours and no sleeping accomodations available except passenger seats, to ensure that she would rendevous with the ship at Geneva. Ranae had never mastered the art of sleeping while sitting up, so apart from the times when she had dozed fitfully with frequent periods of wakefulness, she'd hardly slept. Lifting the tankard she drained it and placed it on the bar counter. The ship wasn't due for a few hours yet and it wouldn't do for her to report for duty with her eyeballs hanging out with fatigue. Had it not been due in until the following day or later, she'd have been allocated a sleeping berth and despite her eagerness to report in, she almost wished it wasn't arriving today. An idea flickered into her mind and she beckoned the barkeep over. It was quite brilliant, she told herself. "Do you have a holodeck I can rent?" She asked. He leered at her and grinned. "Yes, and a good choice of very *stimulating* programs...If you know what I mean!" He chuckled, giving her what she could only describe as a lewd wink. Any other time she might have been offended and protested, surely there were rules he was breaking, but right now she was just too darned tired. "As long as there's a big, comfortable bed I don't care what it is." She told him as she authorized the payment. "Got just what you want. It's up the stairs, turn left and third set of doors on the right." He told her and gave her the program key. Ranae thanked him and made her weary way up the stairs to the holodeck. She pressed the key into the slot and the doors slid open. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Bar's Holodeck, Madam Maria's Bawdy House - Ens(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 0310) Immediately, the clinky-clanky sound of an old honkey-tonk type piano and lots of laughing and talking assaulted her ears, causing her to wince. Smoke wafted out the doors. She waved it away and stepped inside. Looking around, her eyes widened at the sight of half a dozen semi-nude females of various races sitting on some males' laps serving them with drink. A well-endowed terran woman, dressed in a bright red dress that almost matched her lipstick and rouge traipsed over to her. " 'ello ma cherie, welcoom tu Madam Maria's bahdy 'ouze. Je suis, err..I mean, I ammm Madam Maria." The ample female informed her in a strange accent. "Ahre yooou 'eeere as patron?' Ranae stared at her wordlessly and the Madam tilted her head in enquiry. "Non?" Madam Maria winked slowly and nodded, "Ah see! Den yooou desire tooo be la ..." "Computer, delete all the holographic images!!" The young ensign ordered and Madam Maria and all her girls and customers instantly disappeared, but the music played on. ~Crud!~ "COMPUTER turn off that awful music!" The annoying noise abruptly stopped. Peace and quiet was almost palpable. ~This is more like it!~ She thought with a soft sigh. ~Now there absolutely must be a bed in a place like this! Several in fact.~ The first room she looked in the bed was enormous, far, far too big. In the second room, the bed wasn't much smaller as far as she could tell, but in the third room it looked just right, or she was just to tired to care anymore. Kicking off her boots, she removed her uniform and draped it carefully over a chair and then threw herself with a whoop of glee, on to the big bed to wallow in the soft covers. "Computer, wake me when USS Mystique is docked." [Affirmative] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Bridge - ACONN, Ensign (jg) Andreas Schliegler - 0719) "Captain, I read six Sphinx-Void fighters and one Defiant Class vessel, shields are activated and weapons on standby." came from Ketal as the Mystique approached Geneva. To be honest Andreas didn't really like the looks of things and wondered himself if this wasn't some trap laid out by forces loyal to Doenitz. The approach in attack formation was not how vessels of the 52nd fleet normally operated. "Lieutenant Dema," he called out. "I'll take care of the Defiant if you can keep those fighters off our back. Lieutenant Garret, I need a power spike through the starboard warp nacelle on my mark for no longer than three tenth of a second. Once we have closed the distance to them the power spike should create a warp spike which will induce a power flow through the Defiant's nacelle. Either they will fry all their circuits or they will fry their circuits and have the warpcore blow up." (Reply Dema, Garret, any) When the screen lit up and showed the bridge of the Defiant, Andreas leaned towards Travis. =^= This is Captain Fletcher of the USS Undaunted, identify yourself.=^= "Is he one of ours?" Andreas asked the OPS-officer softly, hoping that Travis would know. (reply Travis) "This is the USS Mystique, Captain Saleke in charge returning to Geneva on the orders of Admiral Gr'Iann to deliver Captain Winters to the medical division for further treatment." =^= One moment Captain.=^= The screen blanked for a moment as the oncoming ships continued to grow in the viewscreen, and Andreas lay his hands on the controls so he could react immediately if required. The seconds ticked by before contact was renewed. =^= USS Mystique your arrival has been cleared by Admiral Gr'Iann, reduce speed to warp three until you reach the twenty thousand kilometer mark then drop out of warp for final entry, any deviation from this will be be taken as a hostile act...=^= "Understood Captain Fletcher we are expecting the arrival of two other ships, one Bajoran and the other Klingon." There was a moment as the Captain spoke with one of his officers. =^= The Kel'Shak and Pelivar have been cleared but have not yet arrived, orders show they are attached to a wedding party...=^= A small smile touched the man's lips at that bit of news. =^= Congratulations appear to be in order for your crew, Captain.=^= The Vulcan nodded. "Thank you for the information Captain, Mystique out." =^= Undaunted out.=^= The screen dissolved to be replaced by space again. "Captain, the ships are peeling off to form an escort." "Ensign, adjust course and speed to follow instructions exactly." Andreas shook his head. "Hostile act, hostile act, I'll give them a hostile act," he muttered to himself, "Gung-ho idiots. With people like that on our side, who needs the enemy. Hostile act indeed. I still think we should have taken him out, just to make sure. See how he likes that. Hostile action....numbskull!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Science department - Kane Curtis - 0801) Scanning equipment, laserscalpels, physics-tests, mental-tests... it all were a part of every single day of Kane's life since he can remember. Extensive studies were made on Kane, as the science officers found him a special subject, something they've never seen before. To Kane it was all the same, tests, research, operate, He didn't knew about a life like a normal human beeing. One of the main researches walked in and greeted his collegues. Taking his glasses out of his blue shirt, he walked up to Kane. "Goodmorning Mr. Curtis, or you ready for today's assignement." Kane stood up, and straightened up. His position perfect as since he could remember. 'Yes Sir!!" He yelled like a well trained marine, beeing courtmartialed. "I think you'll be glad to hear that you have been given an assignement. The high council has cleared you for active duty within Starfleet. You are to report to the Mystique at precisly 1200 hours. Report to Captain Saleke. He'll be informed of yout arrival." He took a PADD from his case and handed it over to Kane. Handing it over, he had trouble letting go of it. Somehow, he grown attached to Kane's emotionless, yet trusty behaviour, a treaty that his Vulcan superior would most likely be fond off. Finally, he let go, knowing he would be in good hands. "Dismissed." He said, and smiled at Kane. Kane on his end, recieved the PADD, saluted and walked out the door, his face as emotionless as always. When the doors closed the science officer sighed to himself ~I hope we won't have a situetion like last assignement~ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique, ACOUNS Office, ACOUNS Ens(sg) Regan Alessi, 0900) Regan was spending the morning tying up loose ends before taking shoreleave. She finished up her reports, and sighed. There was no putting it off any longer. Ashliu Physioc had been kept busy by Lt Keswick for most of their journey to Geneva, but now his shift pattern would change and they would be able to re-arrange their cancelled meeting. She had dictated a message to him to be sent visually to his padd or viewscreen or verbally to his commbadge, whichever he had set up to receive messages at the moment. "Computer, read back message to Ensign Ashliu Physioc." [Message to: Ensign Ashliu PhysiocFrom: Counsellor Regan Alessi Subject: Counselling Session Please let me know when you would be available for our postponed counselling session. I will be taking shoreleave from 1300 today; however, I am available until that time. Message ends] "Ok, send message immediately with a timestamp and route any reply to my commbadge until 1300. After that, send a standard acknowledgement informing him that I am out of the office and that his reply will be dealt with as soon as possible. Keep a copy of this message and any reply in my pending folder." [Message sent at 2407.02.17.0902] Regan sat back and pursed her lips. She wondered how soon Physioc would reply. She rather hoped he would reply immediately so she could get all this out of the way before starting her shoreleave. If not, then she had no intention of having her interrupted by him. Nothing less than an emergency would interrupt that. On that thought she tapped her commbadge. "Regan Alessi to ACEO Norm Harper. Norm, would you like to join Menno and me for some shoreleave later? I'm planning to leave at 1300 and thought it might be nice to find a café somewhere on Geneva to have lunch?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique, Bridge, AOPS/CONN Ens(jg) Ash Physioc, 0903) [Message to: Ensign Ashlitu Physioc From: Counsellor Regan Alessi Subject: Counselling Session Please let me know when you would be available for our postponed counselling session. I will be taking shoreleave from 1300 today; however, I am available until that time. Message ends] Ash read and re-read the message he had received moments ago. In truth he had forgotten about their meeting, but it seemed Alessi hadn't. Ash smiled, he wondered what he would tell the woman. He decided that he should give her his answer to her soon so he began typing in his message as he was on the Bridge and did not want to dictate it in front of other members. [Message to: Ensign Regan Alessi From: Ensign Ash Physioc Subject: RE: Counselling Session Hi, Miss Alessi would 1100 hours be fine for you? I finish my shift at that time and would be more than delighted to join you then. Message Ends] Ash pressed the send button and the computer confirmed that it had been sent. Ash looked back down at the reports he needed to hand to COPS Keswick. Considering his circumstances Ash didnt feel, it would be 'Considerate' to barge in and give him more work. He transferred them to the Lieutenant so he could pick them up at his leisure, and left a small note in with them saying one word. "Congratulations". Ash smiled as he sent them off. And then shook his head and went back to work... If anyone needed him they knew where to find him... Ash's thoughts turned back to the Horta which had come aboard, and wondered whether He was free for lunch. Not many people would eat with Ash, but on occasion people did. He hoped to have some company, as he felt rather lonely at the moment. Nobody seemed to like him enough to be friends, most people just thought of him as an ambiguous arse - Which Ash Resented. He then opened another message and began typing again... [Message to: Ensign Naraht Message from: Ensign Ash Physioc Message Subject: Dinner - Hi, Mr Naraht. I wondered whether you would like to join me for lunch today, catch up. And you can tell me about your first days on the Mystique. I know you have a rather dangerous eating process so if you can come, you can suggest where and how. Thanks, Ash (Physioc) Message Ends] Ash hit the send button again, and the computer confirmed its progress. He sat back and looked around the bridge, and then jumped back into his work. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique- Naraht’s Science Station in Life Science Lab- Ensign Naraht (jg)- 0904) Naraht, waiting for the chemical reaction to the soil sample to finish out, detected a message through his console. It was from Ensign Ash Physioc, the Ensign that had helped him to get his first meal on board the Mystique. Naraht had only glimpsed him in the ship’s corridors and both of them had always seemed in a hurry with no time to do more than wave in passing. He apparently wanted to meet him for a meal to socialize as was the custom with many humanoids. Naraht sighed through his vox. He had only been able to be down on the planet for an hour or so before they had been recalled to the ship. He had felt and seen the planet’s strange magnetic fields and it had ‘pulled’ on him oddly. In his report, he had included its strange fluxing effect that he had not been able to verbalize well to Lt. Ketal and Captain Saleke. They both insisted that he make the attempt, but Naraht had to explain to them that the words did not translate at all. He was still struggling to find enough Standard to verbalize what he had detected. ~Could there have been some undetected asteroid or other satellite that had a high level of iron content to influence the magnetic field? What about an asteroid field? It might have to be a significant amount of iron ore.~ thought Naraht. He pulled up the planets’ holographic model again. The planet had two moons, but he could not run any scans on them due to the fact that the ship had left orbit and was docked at Starbase Geneva. He hoped they would go back to puzzle out the anomalies on this strange planetary body. Lt. Ketal had shown him the magnetic fluctuations that had happened within the last three years and that it showed signs of being a terraformed planet. ~But who could be the author of such a project? An unknown species? That planet is so far away from anything else habitable,~ thought Naraht. But at this point, unless they uncovered new data from all the scans and sampling gathered previously, they would have to go back to the planet. ~Another trip to that planet would be fine with me!~ thought Naraht. He had felt he had spent far too little time on its surface to uncover much of note. ~There had hardly been enough time to overturn a rock!~ Naraht grumped to himself. The analyzer beeped softly to indicate the reaction had ended. Naraht noted the time it took and recorded the results. He twitched his longer phalange irritably. He could have tasted it and gotten those results faster and much more completely! But when a Horta didn’t know what was happening on a strange planet, it gave back in crystals to not ingest potentially unknown substances. He remembered well what had happened to his Gorn friend when Dacoral insisted on tasting something that looked slightly familiar, but wasn’t really the same. Dacoral had been in the Academy Infirmary for several weeks after having foolishly poisoned himself. Naraht shook himself out of his reverie, rippling his phalangi. He should answer Ash Physioc’s message. It would be nice to meet him again now that he was more settled on board the ship. He had already consumed his meal before he started his shift, so he wouldn’t need to eat again until tomorrow. But it would be good to socialize in Ten Forward, with a view of the Geneva Space Station. He had only met a few of his new family and should probably see more of them. Lt. Ketal would probably let him take a break. Naraht often showed up early for his shift since his species needed little sleep and he had no one to talk to in his cabin. He used the console to pull up the message board to send a reply to Physioc. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Bar's Holodeck, Madam Maria's Bawdy House - Ens(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 1110 ) [The USS Mystique has completed docking. Acknowledge] Ranae rolled over and drew a pillow over her head. [The USS Mystique has completed docking. Acknowledge] Ranae groaned softly, surely she hadn't been asleep any longer than half an hour. [The USS Mystique has completed docking. Acknowledge] Ranae threw the pillow across the room, growled and sat straight up. "Prophets!!! Alright, alright already!! Acknowledged!" She yelled as she clambered off the bed, put on the uniform and stuffed her feet back into the boots. She shook her head vigorously and looked in one of the many mirrors adorning the walls and ceiling. ~That's one good thing about having such short-cropped hair, a good shake and it's combed!~ "Computer. End program." The wonderful bed vanished and bare walls materialized. She headed out the doors to make her way to the promenade ignoring the barkeep who was grinning at her and trying to get her attention. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva – deck 72 docking port - Lt. John Fredericks – 11:15) John stepped gratefully off of the Klingon ship he had hitched a ride on. The KinQ’Ta was an typical Klingon vessel. Being a Bird of Prey it was much smaller than he was used to and since he was something like cargo for them his “comfort” wasn’t a large item of concern. They had been surprised by his command of the Klingon Language and did try to include him in with the standard crew . ~Note to self, there is no such thing as a free ride on a Klingon ship~ John laughed to himself as he remembered the “assignments he was given in exchange for the agreed upon ride back to Geneva. It had been a long time since he had worked in a galley as the Federations meals were by large served up by replicators. Klingon’s had never really adapted to the replicated food stuffs and still preferred much of their food freshly killed if not outright still moving. Most of the work was interesting though as he was also expected to be able to fill various post on the ship in case it became necessary. His work in Tactical, Security and engineering on the Boudicca had helped out tremendously as had his childhood fascination with the Klingon lifestyle, language and technology. He wouldn’t go as far as saying the trip had been pleasant but it had been both enjoyable and instructive. He was interrupted violently by a thunderous slap across his shoulders from the Klingon Commander, Torgoth. “SoH ta'ta' QaQ , SoH Hegh QaQ Daq. (“You did well Terran, may you die well in battle.) 'oH ghaHta' quv Daq toy' (It was an Honor to serve) John replied with a deep somewhat louder voice than he would have normally used. “Now that we are docked at the station why don’t you come have a drink with us?" Torgoth asked him as a number of other Klingons exited the docking umbilical. Not wanted to insult his recent host but knowing he needed to report to the station and check to see if the Mystique was in yet John replied. “Nothing would please me more but duty requires me to check in first and look to my new ship before personal pleasures may be seen to”. Torgoth nodded agreement and then turned with his crewmen and headed in towards the central lifts. John headed toward the nearest information center and had himself listed as on site at the station, then did a quick check on the arrival of the Mystique and discovered it was already there. Bypassing what might have been an interesting trip with his Klingon associates he picked up his carry on gear and made arrangements for the rest of his belonging to be transferred from the KinQ’Ta to the Mystique and then headed to the slide walk to get to the other side of the station where the Myst was. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Captain's Ready Room - Ens(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 1125 ) Having only taking the time to make sure her luggage had been transferred to the Mystique, Ranae had quickly made her way to the docking area where she'd stopped at a distance to admire the lines of the Mystique, agreeing with herself that, indeed she was a beauty! Five minutes later, after stating her name and business before gaining admittance to the ship, she found herself now standing in Captain Saleke's ready room speaking words she'd been dreaming of speaking for the past several years. "Ensign Ammon Ranae reporting for duty, Sir." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain Saleke- 1126 ) Having docked with the station didn't mean that a Captain was now free to come and go as they pleased, no far from it, Saleke was going through the mountain of paperwork required to make a smooth transition with a stack of PADDs laid out before him on the table. There were reports from ships stores and what was needed to replenish supplies forwarded from Lt. Keswicks department which included medical supplies, anti-matter and deuterium fuel requisitions, photon torpedoe requisitions, crew transfers both coming and going and last but not least shore leave requests. That didn't count either the wedding arrangements that were going to have to be made. Actually those arrangements had already been planned during the eleven day journey to the station, he only needed to enact them now that he was here... if he could get through his other duties in time. Fortunately he was a Vulcan and able to sift through vast amounts of data in a comparatively short amount of time compared to a human, still it was going to take him most of the day from the looks of it or to be exact 7.13 hours. It was during this interval that the chime at the Ready Room door announced an arrival, he looked up from the PADD and leaned back in the plush chair as he closed his eyes for an instant before giving his approval for entry. The young woman who entered was an intriguing mix of cultures, the nose ridges and coloration marking her as Bajoran while the ridged neck and subdued facial markings pointing to the introduction of Cardassian blood, she walked up to his desk with a hint of a nervous smile and announced. "Ensign Ammon Ranae reporting for duty, Sir." "Ensign Ammon welcome aboard the Mystique." He said and cocked an eyebrow at the PADD she was holding in her hand, the cocked eyebrow meant two things; Firstly he was calling attention to it so that she would give it to him, secondly it was resignation that he would have yet another PADD to cull through. Although her name had appeared on the list of transfers-in he desired more data than just a name. (Reply: Ranae) Taking the PADD he looked through it for a moment to verify its contents that the orders were correct then looked back toward her. "Everything appears to be in order Ensign," Setting the PADD to his left in the small stack of already looked through documents that was woefully undersized compared to the one on his right he continued. "Lieutenant Jason Dema is the Tactical Chief and is on the ship at this time, you are to report in to him. He will see you are issued appropriate quarters. Is there anything else at this time? If not you are dismissed." (Reply: Ranae) As she turned to leave he stopped her for an instant with that deadpan tone. "Once again welcome aboard Ensign, I hope you will find your assignment here... pleasant." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Captain's Ready Room - ATAC Ens(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 1128) "Ensign Ammon welcome aboard the Mystique." Captain Saleke said and cocked an eyebrow, in a very Vulcan-like way at the PADD she was holding, the PADD that she'd forgotten was held in her white knuckled hand. "Oh! Umm! Errr, sorry sir!" ~Ranae you idiot!~ She felt her face heating with embarrassment as she offered the PADD to him. Taking the PADD he looked through it for a moment. "Everything appears to be in order Ensign," he said, setting the PADD to his left in a small stack of others. "Lieutenant Jason Dema is the Tactical Chief and is on the ship at this time, you are to report in to him. He will see you are issued appropriate quarters. Is there anything else at this time? If not you are dismissed." Naturally Ranae's mind had gone completely blank, any questions she'd had just dissipated like morning mist in the warmth of the sun. "No sir and thank you, sir." She replied and turned smartly on her toe to depart. As she turned to leave he stopped her for an instant as he spoke again. "Once again welcome aboard Ensign, I hope you will find your assignment here... pleasant." "Thank you sir. I am sure I will enjoy serving under your command, and I promise to do so with dedication and diligence," she replied, looking back and giving him a gentle smile and a nod before leaving his ready room. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Cargo Bay One - COPS Lt. Travis Keswick - 1130) Travis has turned cargo bay one into a staging area for receiving and dispensing supplies threw out the ships and the departments. Travis separated the cargo bay into subsections each department was assigned a section. and as the new cargo and supplies came onboard Travis and his team would check it in and placed it in it's assigned area to go threw the proper security checks and then after each pice of equipment was checked over it was then sent to there proper departments. Travis stood in the center of the cargo bay as he was assigning some crew members to areas of the cargo bay as loading of the equipment was running smoothly. Travis took a second to scan the bay as it was bustling with activity as the operations team was quickly and efficiently getting the supplies onboard. Travis was looking over the equipment manifest as it was constantly being both from Captain Saleke and the station. Travis was able to stay one step ahead of the constant changes in the equipment upgrade. Even thew Travis had wedding to prepare for he found it hard to focus on the upcoming celebration Intel he was certain to his satisfaction that every signal pice of equipment was visually verified and catalog. "Sir here is an updated list of medical supplies and equipment." The crewman sead has she handed him another padd with a list of the medical supplies on stand by to come onboard. "Thank you." Travis sead with a nodd as he looked over the padd. "Ok this medical manifest as already been checked in send it directly to sick bay." Travis sead as the crewman took the padd as she nodded headed off to take care of it. With all the medical supplies off to sickbay Travis could move on with the science supplies and get them out of his cargo bay and off to science department. Travis knew that Lt. Ketal as been looking forward to this equipment for detecting and analyzing interstellar matter and gases. Travis could never understand how someone can get excited over interstellar matter and gases but to each his own. "Ok people lest get the supplies checked in I wont to have every onboard as soon as possible." Travis sead as he headed over to the equipment that was just beamed onboard to check it in. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Deck 15 - ATAC Ens(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 1136 ) ~Now to see Lt. Dema.~ Ranae thought, pausing outside the turbolift doors to take a few deep breaths before proceeding further. ~Prophets, I swear all this reporting for duty has to be another devious Starfleet way to test the nerves of poor rookies like me...Well the sooner you report in the sooner its over and that should cover all the reporting you need to do for a while.~ She chuckled to herself and walked to the tactical Chief's office amazed at just how much there was on Deck 15. When she arrived at the doors she pressed the hailer and waited for permission to enter, wiping her sweaty palms on her pants while she waited, trying not to fidget with nerves. ~I will be glad when today is over.~ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Security office - 2O Lt.(sg) CT Jason Dema - 1139 ) Jason was digging through the PADD's his officers turned in. They requested extra security supplies, especially towards armament and holodeck-training. During replying, his work was interupted by the chime. "Enter." He said. A female security officer stepped in, one he never seenbefore. On the pips he could see she was only an Ensign. "state your identity and presence." Jason said in a demanding tone. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Security office - ATAC Ens(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 1140) "State your identity and presence." Ranae's superior said after telling her to enter. ~Hmmm, give me a chance to get in!~ The Bajoran/Cardassian half-breed was a little surprised. The Lieutenant gave her the impression that she'd caught him at a bad time, he appeared terse and irritable, but she replied calmly, although she thought, ~will I have to endure more prejudice?~ She stood at attention and reported. "I am Ensign Ammon and I've been assigned as an ATAC for the Mystique, sir." (reply Dama) "My mother is of the Bajoran race, my father from the Cardassian race, but he is a Bajoran citizen by choice and has converted to my mother's religion. I am sure you are aware that there are many mixed breeds like me on Bajor, however unlike most who are raised in orphanages, my brother Zarak and I were raised by our parents." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva – docking port for Mystique - Lt. John Fredericks – 11:45) John presented himself to the officer at the umbilical transfer hatch and handed him the “PADD” with his orders on it and was told to report to Captain Saleke who after a brief check it was determined was in the ready room on the main bridge. John gave his thanks to the officer and proceeded to the lift. “main bridge” John called out. And the lift started. While he waited John lowered his mental shields for a minute to “test the waters” so to speak and was rewarded with a vast flow of mental ramblings much like he had left on the Boudicca. ~Just like home~ he thought to himself as he reapplied his shields. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Mystique – Bridge - Lt. John Fredericks – 11:50) As the lift door hissed open John noticed the ship seemed to have already gone to “leave status” as there looked to be a skeleton crew manning the bridge. After a brief glance around he determined where the ready room was located but first walked to the command chair to announce his presence and reason for being there. After being acknowledge by the officer of the watch he dropped off his carry bag at the door and pressed the sounder. (reply Saleke) After a brief second he heard a calm voice from within tell him to come through. John stepped forward and the doors sensors opened it allowing him access to the small room. Inside he saw a slender Vulcan at the captains desk pouring over PADDs, displays and papers. He knew that some Vulcans stood firmly behind the strictest of rules, manors and military behavior while he had heard there were some that almost seemed to care less. ~Better safe than sorry he thought and went full Klingon~ He walked to within a few paces of the desk and stood at attention while firing off a salute. “SIR, LT. JOHN FREDERICKS REPORTING FOR DUTY AS PER ORDERS.” He then assumed a position of attention and waited for the Vulcan to respond. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique –Captains Ready Room - Captain Saleke – 11:51) The sound of the chime going off for the door interrupted Saleke once again as he bulldozed through the stack of PADDs that were on his desk, although the left stack was still smaller it was growing inexorably and gaining upon the one on his right. The constant interruptions could be an irritant if they were allowed but it was to be expected as there were a number of officers due to report in. He set down the one he was holding and sat back as he called. "Come." The man who walked into the room at his summons was as tall as the Vulcan but a bit more heavily muscled with dark hair and grey eyes, walking forward to the desk he snapped a brisk military salute and bellowed. “SIR, LT. JOHN FREDERICKS REPORTING FOR DUTY AS PER ORDERS”. Having done this he set himself in a ready pose as the Vulcan looked him over. This was an unaccustomed situation he found himself in, Saleke realized he had been saluted more in the last week than at any point in his career up to this time. "At ease Lieutenant." Saleke reached for the PADD the man was holding as he went to a more relaxed pose. (Reply: John) Activating the PADD Saleke read the orders as Lt. John Fredericks waited patiently, the man had an excellent record having served aboard the Boudicca in Tactical before being transferred to engineering where he was made chief and later placed in the command line as 2/0, he also had been decorated heavily and had shown great courage during action. Transfer orders had him being moved to Security on the Mystique as head of that department. Everything was perfectly in order to the letter. "Welcome aboard Lt. Fredericks, the Security department head has been vacant for some time and I welcome your transfer to the ship, you may set yourself up in the office at your convenience. The ship has been at dock for 1.3 hours now and most of the crew have taken shore leave." (Reply: John) Saleke set the PADD down and steepled his fingers as he spoke. "Computer." [Ready] "Process transfer orders of Fredericks, John, Lieutenant to Security department, designation; Chief of Security." Taking a small data disk from a drawer he inserted it into the slot in the desk before him and to his right. "Load departmental security codes to this disk and encode proper clearance authorizations to main data bank." [Yes sir Captain Saleke] The voice that came out this time was more than a little feminine and whimsical. An eyebrow rose to a point as he answered. "Pattia I presume." [Yes sir, Captain sir.] (Reply: John) Saleke turned his attention to the new security head. "Something we picked up along the way would be the proper colloquialism." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Dockingbay - Private Kane Curtis - 1152) Private Kane Curtis, Your next assignement will be on the USS Mystique, wich is under the command of Captain Saleke. The orders he will give you are absolute, but I trust that you won't neglect them. Captain Saleke is informed about your arrivel, and he will be expecting you in his ready room at exactly 1200 hours. I wish you good luck, and take care. No signature was, only a goodbye. Requesting the time, Kane made his way on the Mystique. His feat pounded on the floorplates from his weight and fast pace. The halls were as good as empty due to the shore leave, enabling Kane to go on, without too much interference. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I am attempting to construct a mnemonic memory circuit... using stone knives and bear skins." Spock to Edith Keeler. (City on the Edge of Forever) vulcan1@startrekfreedom.com salekefo@prodigy.net ICQ# 347268405