Compilers Notes: Champlain Compile 4 Excellent quality posts and a high quantity. Remember, we prefer your posts done well to volume. I believe I am finally caught up to when I was away… Fixed Timestamp errors: Please check times before you post. Fixed spelling and grammar errors: These accounted for 40 minutes in spell check mode. That’s crazy. Please be more careful. Fixed formatting errors: Only minor problems here overall. 43 pages of compile in total with - posts in total. Total compile time: 02 hrs 38 minutes. Your compile wombat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mission: Worlds Once Lost Day 2 to 3 Stardate: 2407.02.25 to 2407.02.26 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mission: Worlds Once Lost Day 7 Stardate: 2407.03.02 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Summary of posts: Stardate: 2407.02.25 (USS Champlain - Deck 12 Sick Bay, Acting CMO – Doctor Mor’rel - 1222) (USS Champlain - Deck 12 Sick Bay, ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan 1224) (USS Champlain - Deck 12 Sick Bay - Acting CMO – Doctor Mor’rel - 1227) (USS Champlain - Deck 12, Sick Bay, ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan -1228) (USS Champlain - Deck 12 Sick Bay, Acting CMO – Doctor Mor’rel - 1557) (USS Champlain - Deck 12 Sick Bay, Ops Ensign Bree Frazier - 1558) (USS Champlain - Deck 12 Sick Bay - Acting CMO – Doctor Mor’rel - 1600) (USS Champlain - Deck 12 Sick Bay – Ops Ensign Bree Frazier - 1601) (USS Champlain - Ten Forward - CO - Captain Edward Wolfe - 2009) (USS Champlain – Ten Forward – SO Ensign JG Derrick LaQua – 2043) (USS Champlain - Ten Forward -Counselor - Lt. Alosar- 2048) (USS Champlain – Ten Forward – COUNS – Ensign (JG) Olen Rhinehart – 2049) (USS Champlain – Ten Forward – SO EnsignJG Derrick LaQua – 2050) (USS Champlain – Ten Forward – COUNS – Ensign (JG) Olen Rhinehart – 2051) (USS Champlain – Ten Forward – OPS Ensign Bree Frazier – 2052) (USS Champlain - Ten Forward, ATAC/ASC T'Larah Sullivan - 2053) (USS Champlain - Ten Forward -Counselor - Lt. Alosar- 2055) (USS Champlain - Ten Forward - ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan -2102) (USS Champlain - Ten Forward- OPs - Ensign Smith - 2105) (USS Champlain – Ten Forward – OPS Ensign Bree Frazier – 2110) (USS Champlain - Ten Forward - CO - Captain Edward Wolfe - 2200) (USS Champlain - Ten Forward - ATAC/ASC- Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan - 2204) Stardate: 2407.02.26 (USS Champlain - Observation Lounge - Counselor - Lieutenant Alosar - 1000) (USS Champlain – Observation Lounge – COUNS – Ensign Olen Rhinehart – 1002) (USS Champlain – Observation Lounge – CO – Captain Edward Wolfe – 1021) (USS Champlain – Observation Lounge – CO – Captain Edward Wolfe – 1028) (USS Champlain - Observation Lounge - Counselor - Lieutenant Alosar - 1030) (USS Champlain – Counsellors' Office – COUNS – Ensign (JG) Olen Rhinehart – 1040) (USS Champlain - Counselors' Office - Counselor - Lieutenant Alosar - 1041) (USS Champlain - Main Security - TAC/SC, Lieutenant Jono Janeway - 1043) (USS Champlain - Main Security - ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan- 1045) (USS Champlain - Main Security - TAC/SC - Lieutenant Jono Janeway - 1047) (USS Champlain - Holodeck 1, ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan - 1100) (USS Champlain – Turbo shaft 4 - OPS Ensign Smith- 1140) (USS Champlain - Deck 11, Holodeck 1, ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan - 1735) (USS Champlain - Deck 11, Holodeck 1, ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan  2300) (USS Champlain - Personal Quarters- Ops Ensign Bree Frazier- 2345) (USS Champlain – Personal Quarters – COUNS – Ensign (JG) Olen Rhinehart – 2346) (USS Champlain – Quarters – OPS - Ensign Bree Frazier – 2359) Stardate: 2407.03.02 (USS Champlain - Holodeck 1 – ATAC/ASC – Ensign Sullivan - 0000) (USS Champlain - Deck12, Sick Bay, ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan - 0034) (USS Champlain – Personal Quarters – COUNS – Ensign (JG) Olen Rhinehart – 0703) (USS Champlain – Bridge – CO – Captain Edward Wolfe – 0756) (USS Champlain – Bridge – COUNS – Ensign (JG) Olen Rhinehart – 0757) (USS Champlain – Bridge – SC/TAC – Lieutenant Jono Janeway – 0758) (USS Champlain – Bridge – CO – Captain Edward Wolfe – 0759) (USS Champlain – Bridge – COUNS – Ensign (JG) Olen Rhinehart – 0800) (USS Champlain – Bridge – CO – Captain Edward Wolfe – 0848) (USS Champlain – Bridge – COUNS – Ensign (JG) Olen Rhinehart – 0849) (USS Champlain – Bridge - ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan– 0850) (USS Champlain - Science lab- SO- EnsignJG Derrick LaQua- 0851) (USS Champlain - Captain's Ready Room- SO- EnsignJG Derrick LaQua- 0900) (USS Champlain – Ready room – CO – Captain Edward Wolfe – 0943) (USS Champlain – Bridge – COUNS – Ensign (JG) Olen Rhinehart – 0944) (USS Champlain – Bridge – FO – Lieutenant Commander Ulia Mason – 0956) (USS Champlain - Captain's Ready Room, ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan  -0957) [COMPILE STARTS] Stardate: 2407.02.25 (USS Champlain, Deck 12 Sick Bay, Acting CMO – Doctor Mor’rel - 1222) Mor’rel continued his inventory, ordering items as he went through. While the ship was well stocked, Mor’rel had learned that some items not on Starfleet’s official manifests were infinitely useful. Then a woman entered into sickbay sporting a red uniform and the rank of Ensign. It was clear that she had at least some Vulcan heritage as she spread her fingers into the classic ‘V’. "Peace and Long life to you, Doctor." she said with Vulcan stoicism. Mor’rel nodded and returned the signal, “Live long and prosper.’ "Ensign Sullivan reporting for required physical. On this chip you will find my medical records and the veterinary records required when one brings a live animal on board for one "Norman" a Terran feline." Mor’rel took the chip and put it into the sickbay computer. As he had expected, the woman was half human. Mor’rel nodded, “Please get onto the biobed Ensign.” (Reply Sullivan) “What is the longest you have been in space Ensign?” asked Mor’rel. (Reply Sullivan) Mor’rel nodded and continued his examination, “I would imagine that the feline went through proper procedure upon coming on board. I am guessing that it is felis silvestris catus and not another genus and species.” (Reply Sullivan) “Please be more exact in your descriptions from now on Ensign. Feline is rather broad as a designation. I fail to understand the logic of bringing such an animal onboard,” continued Mor’rel. (Posted by Jeff) (USS Champlain, Deck 12 Sick Bay, ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan 1224)   Mor’rel took the chip and put it into the sickbay computer. As he had expected, the woman was half human. Mor’rel nodded, “Please get onto the biobed Ensign.”   She did as instructed, promptly sitting on the bed facing the good Doctor.   “What is the longest you have been in space Ensign?” asked Mor’rel.   "The journey from Vulcan to Earth just before I began classes at the Academy.  It was on a low warp shuttle, it took 7 months." she said.   Mor’rel nodded and continued his examination, “I would imagine that the feline went through proper procedure upon coming on board. I am guessing that it is felis silvestris catus and not another genus and species.”   "The cat went through all the standard Starfleet immunizations, and testing, he was also neutered shortly before I picked him up.  So his mating instincts don't take over and I have a stinky quarters." she replied.   ~What other species of cat would Star Fleet allow on their vessels?~   “Please be more exact in your descriptions from now on Ensign. Feline is rather broad as a designation. I fail to understand the logic of bringing such an animal onboard,” continued Mor’rel.   "The only reason I have come into possession of such a creature is because of my father's death, I inherited him." she stated plainly. " My Terran extended family was not able to take adequate care of him, so I will."   (Reply Dr. Mor'rel)   "Well If you are finished with me Doctor I have some other preparations to attend to." she said.   (Reply Dr. Mor'rel)   With that she got off the biobed and exited the sickbay, headed to her quarters.   (Posted by Todd) (USS Champlain - Deck 12 Sick Bay - Acting CMO – Doctor Mor’rel - 1227)   Mor'rel cocked an eyebrow at this response. It seemed illogical that someone on a planet could not take better care of an animal than someone in space. There were no natural places for the animal to hunt, run or play. Still, he had dealt with crew having cats from many worlds as well as many forms of dogs before. It was the fact that he dealt with so many different species of animals from so many words that surprised him that someone of half Vulcan heritage would be so imprecise about species type. He was used to humans believing that their pet types were the only ones in the galaxy, but such imprecision was not common among Vulcans. ~Obviously spent too much time among humans,~ Mor'rel thought to himself.   "It is likely that the animal will be unused to being in space for the first while. Be sure to watch it and ensure that it is comfortable. If you have problems, I can look at it, but I am not a veterinarian. As for you, have you ever contracted illnesses while in space or while on other worlds?" asked Mor'rel.   (reply Sullivan)   "I will require a sample of your blood and a small tissue sample for records. I also will be taking a cellular scan in case of transporter difficulties. This is all, of course, routine," stated Mor'rel. With that, Mor'rel began taking the samples and scans that he needed. It was clear to him, however, that Sullivan was fit enough and should prove no difficulty.   (reply Sullivan iyw)   "You seem fit and able for duty Ensign. You will see me in three months minimum. If you have any signs of space sickness I will expect you to come in immediately," stated Mor'rel, not looking up from the medical tricorder.   "Well If you are finished with me Doctor I have some other preparations to attend to." she said.   "You are excused Ensign," stated Mor'rel directly, "If you are in contact with Ensign LaQua, please send him to me."   (Posted by Jeff) (USS Champlain, Deck 12, Sick Bay, ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan -1228)   "It is likely that the animal will be unused to being in space for the first while. Be sure to watch it and ensure that it is comfortable. If you have problems, I can look at it, but I am not a veterinarian. As for you, have you ever contracted illnesses while in space or while on other worlds?" asked Mor'rel.   "No I have not." she responded  ~Wow, a lot of questions, he's being thorough.~   "I will require a sample of your blood and a small tissue sample for records. I also will be taking a cellular scan in case of transporter difficulties. This is all, of course, routine," stated Mor'rel.  He began taking samples and was quickly done.   "Thank you for your assistance Doctor." she said curtly.   "You seem fit and able for duty Ensign. You will see me in three months minimum. If you have any signs of space sickness I will expect you to come in immediately," stated Mor'rel, not looking up from the medical tricorder.   "Well If you are finished with me Doctor I have some other preparations to attend to." she said.   "You are excused Ensign," stated Mor'rel directly, "If you are in contact with Ensign LaQua, please send him to me."   With that T'Larah exited sick bay to attend to her duties.   (Posted by Todd) (USS Champlain, Deck 12 Sick Bay, Acting CMO – Doctor Mor’rel - 1557) Mor’rel could easily hear the entrance of people into the sickbay. His hearing was a great deal better than that of humans. He also could hear his rather wayward introduction. "I believe Dr. Mor'rel is over here," Janeway said, leading the way. "Doctor Mor'rel?" he called… Mor’rel rounded the corner to see a male lieutenant sporting support colours and a female Ensign in command red. “What can I do for you?” asked Mor’rel cocking his head to one side. He quickly recalled Janeway from the personnel files. His medical file was complete. The woman however, was a different story. A situation he would soon rectify. (Posted by Jeff) (USS Champlain, Deck 12 Sick Bay, Ops Ensign Bree Frazier - 1558) The doctor cocked his pointy-eared head in a quintessentially Vulcan manner. Bree sensed benign professional curiosity beneath his cool exterior. "What can I do for you?" "Ensign Brianna Frazier, Ops, sir. I just arrived on board today, and Lt. Janeway has extended the courtesy of showing me around the ship". (Reply Mor'rel) Introductions having been duly made, the doctor turned aside, and Janeway asked Bree where she would like to go next. She had just suggested the Counseling department for their next stop, when Mor’rel returned his attention to her. He suggested that she complete her physical while she was here. (Reply Mor’rel, iyw) Having no specific business to attend to presently, Bree agreed. It would be good to get these preliminaries out of the way ASAP. As expected, she quickly received a clean bill of health; but when she returned to the corridor outside sickbay, young Lt. Janeway had disappeared. She raised an eyebrow in a most Vulcan fashion, then proceeded to seek out other ways to fill her time productively until the time came to dress for the party. (Posted by ConnieF) (USS Champlain - Deck 12 Sick Bay - Acting CMO – Doctor Mor’rel - 1600)   Mor'rel simply nodded and returned to work. A few minutes later he turned back to the pair as they were preparing to leave, "I have just checked. The Ensign has not had her physical as of yet. This would be a good time to take care of that issue."   Mor'rel began his standard examination. "What is the longest you have been in space previous to this point?"   (Reply Frazier)   "Any feelings of dizziness of illness?" Mor'rel asked as he continued his scanning.   (Reply Frazier)   "Have you been experiencing itching sensations, rashes or hives recently?" asked Mor'rel cocking an eyebrow.   (Reply Frazier)   "It would seem that you have an infection of candida albicans. It is not serious but must be treated. Please discontinue any methods of birth control you are currently employing for the next two weeks. Avoid immersion in water unless you are certain the water and the vessel is clean. You will also have to avoid sexual intercourse," stated Mor'rel raising an eyebrow.   (reply Frazier)   "Please use this topical ointment and this hypospray. You will find the instructions on this PADD. See me if the situation does not start to clear up in the next few days," stated the doctor directly, "You may go."   With that, Frazier got up and returned to the corridor outside sickbay.   (Posted by Jeff) (USS Champlain - Deck 12 Sick Bay – Ops Ensign Bree Frazier - 1601)   Mor'rel began his standard examination. "What is the longest you have been in space previous to this point?"   “The journey here was my first space voyage, sir; about a month”, Bree replied, feeling green.   "Any feelings of dizziness of illness?" Mor'rel asked as he continued his scanning.   “None, sir”. ~Not physically, anyway…~   "Have you been experiencing itching sensations, rashes or hives recently?" asked Mor'rel cocking an eyebrow.   Bree cocked her own eyebrow in return, “None with which I have not been previously acquainted with upon rare but recurring occasions, sir”. Bree frankly revealed to Dr. Mor’rel a certain key part of her background that did not appear in her personnel file. I he were to do his job as a physician, he needed the whole story. She hoped that he was as professional as he appeared, and would maintain doctor/patient confidence.   She sighed, but nodded, as the doctor pronounced his diagnosis and prescribed treatment. She knew the drill. It could have been much worse; she had seen more than a few of her colleagues die or contract crippling lifelong diseases as byproducts of the world’s second oldest profession. Her inheritance was uncomfortable, occasionally inconvenient, but hardy life-threatening with proper treatment. She had no doubt that she would receive just that in Merrill’s competent hands. His Vulcan impassivity saved her any unnecessary embarrassment, and the confident, intelligent strength she sensed beneath it reassured her.   As he advised her to avoid sexual intercourse, that impressive eyebrow of his hinged upward once again. ~I would think they would wear those things out…~   “I have no plans for or intentions of participating in any intimate liaisons in the near future, sir”.   “See me if the situation does not start to clear up in the next few days," stated the doctor directly, "You may go."   “I will, sir; and thank you”, she said quite sincerely; then she went on her way.   (Posted by ConnieF) (USS Champlain - Ten Forward - CO - Captain Edward Wolfe - 2009) Edward walked and talked with Devan and Dartena as they entered Ten Forward. Suddenly, Sash stepped to the side and allowed Wolfe to enter first. "Captain Wolfe, I believe I've kept you to myself far too long. I suppose I'm just loathed to let you go." He smiled and patted his friend on the shoulder. "This party is for you. Good luck Captain, and may God have mercy on your soul." Edward looked at Devan and laughed for a second. “As far as I’m concerned, my tenure on the Nimitz was far too short. Things move fast during times of war I suppose,” Edward paused and looked around him for a second before smiling again, “From what I can see, God already has had mercy on my soul.” Edward then watched as Devan made his way over to the Admiral and soon found himself lost in a group of well wishers. He felt both elated and uncomfortable and could feel someone watching him closely. Edward shook off the feeling as the orchestra began to play a Strauss Waltz and finally saw Captain Saleke, his other personally invited guest. "Captain Saleke, glad you could make it," The man was smiling, "I'm told you and I have a dubious honour of both serving under Captain Sash at one time or another." "Dubious" Saleke cocked his head at that one. "I personally have good memories of serving under Captain Sash, am I to understand your time under him was not ... pleasant?" "It was meant as a joke Captain. I enjoyed my tenure under the Captain immensely. So, that ship of yours, tri-vector assault. What is your mission type billed as? Going to the front?" "Tactical assault and independent tactical operations." Saleke said. "We will no doubt be routed to the front lines shortly however the shakedown cruise will be an investigation of an enigmatic planet we found but were unable to explore before returning to Geneva." He looked around at the assemblage. "As a former science officer an exploration vessel such as yours would have been the logical choice for my first command however the Admiralty saw fit to place me in a warship, time will tell if that was a wise choice." Picking up the glass from the table he took a sip of the punch. "You have a good ship Captain Wolfe, my compliments." Edward nodded at him, “Thank you Captain Saleke. I’m very proud of her. Exploration was my first love, always has been. However, we have reports that some of Doentiz’s forces have pushed into the unexplored areas of the Beta Quadrant, so its not just exploration I’m afraid.” Edward shook his head for a second thinking about the search and destroy missions that very well might follow. As Doenitz’s situation worsened it was increasingly possible that he’d send ships to ‘hide’, the Champlain would be the seeker. "How long did you serve under Captain Sash?" he asked intrigued. "I heard that the last mission was especially eventful." he looked around for a second. "I haven't seen him here yet but assume he will make his entrance shortly." “Captain Sash is here, I entered with him. The last mission almost killed me to be honest. Problem with a racist group there. To be honest, every mission on the Nimitz has been eventful. I guess I spent just over three months on her, right after the USS Augustus was decommissioned following 663.” (Posted by Jeff) (USS Champlain – Ten Forward – SO EnsignJG Derrick LaQua – 2043) LaQua raised his glass of wine and nodded back at Rhinehart. He thought to himself this is a person I must get to know better. As the evening went on LaQua asked," So how are you 2 liking the ship so far?" LaQua noticed Rhinehart hesitance to answer and that he looked over at Ensign Frazier also. LaQua smiled and thought to himself he must be shy and not really into small talk. LaQua just thought no more about it and went on with enjoying the rest of the conversation. (Posted John Merriott) (USS Champlain - Ten Forward -Counselor - Lt. Alosar- 2048) Alosar thought for a moment and then raised an eyebrow. "An intriguing analogy. It would be most interesting to work out with you some time. I understand the you are a student of Kareel-Ifla. I myself studied Koon-ut-kalifee. I would be interested to see how the two styles would do against each other." (reply Sullivan) Music began to play and Alosar stopped to listen to it. Although he had no musical talent he had a certain admiration for those who did. It was a matter of mathematics and internal timing. One he could learn, but the other he did not possess. In fact, he had once been told that he "killed" a song. Logically he decided that his time was better spent in other pursuits. He looked over at Sullivan to see her reaction to the music. "Do you enjoy this music Ensign Sullivan?" (posted by Al Muir) (USS Champlain – Ten Forward – COUNS – Ensign (JG) Olen Rhinehart – 2049) Rhinehart had relaxed into his seat as the band reconfigured itself, pushing its brass section to the fore and switching to a smattering of light, string-accented, jazz. ~In The Mood,~ he thought. ~So far, so predictable.~ He had to admit though, despite his fondness for the more esoteric and hard-edged be-bop of the mid twentieth-century, this was the perfect number to get people up and dancing. He noted the white dress uniform of an ensign among the musicians, and vaguely he considered asking to perch on the drummer's stool for a spell, before dismissing the notion as fanciful. In spite of his reserved posture though, he found his foot tapping along to the swinging beat in contrapuntal time as he watched Bree flit around the room attempting to lure Captain Saleke into a dance with a small, wry smile on his lips. Before long she was back in her seat next to him, contentedly watching the orchestra play. The tempo smoothed itself as the band launched into the opening woodwind strains of the Moonlight Serenade, another excellent piece to dance to. In the back of his mind, he resolved to request Rhapsody in Blue later on. He'd love to see Bree's reaction to its sultry oboe howl. He turned his attention to his companion, and sensed a desire on her part. He didn't quite know if it was his place to try and fill it. He was no classical dancer, in truth, but his sense of co-ordination and rhythm were excellent. He glanced from the floor to the green-eyed lady who seemed to have chosen him, weighing his options. An agony of self-doubt wrestled in his breast. Who was he to presume anything about this beauty? And what if he was wrong? What if he was fooling himself? Would she politely refuse his clumsy advance and drift off into the night? He was wondering vaguely just how much of his emotional turmoil she was able to sense when suddenly a white-hot anger flared up. It was anger at himself, his own indecision – the kind of rage that burns cool and focuses the heart. He was being an idiot. Calmly, decisively, he took Bree's hand, getting her attention. He held her eyes with his own, as she had done minutes earlier. “Would you honour me with a dance, Bree?” he asked, simply. (Posted by Noel) (USS Champlain – Ten Forward – SO EnsignJG Derrick LaQua – 2050) LaQua sat and listened to Ensign Frazier do her proposal and then she said, " If you gentlemen will pardon me, I will attempt to make said arrangements. Even if I cannot secure a suitable dance partner, I’m sure your ralash-tanaf (music) will lend a bit of welcomed Vulcan-style class to this affair". LaQua thought for a moment. I haven't really had much time to play lately so I might be a but rusty but what the heck. He excused himself and walked back to his quarters to get his instrument. While on the way memories of T'Skyr and how he played for her came to mind. How they would just sit and he would play and she would listen. Then being snapped back into the here and now a Ensign asked him if the party was still going on and he nodded yes. He went into his quarters grabbed his instrument and remembered again this was his final gift from T'Skyr before she passed away. She had it hand crafted from one of the finest Vulcan craftsman on Vulcan. He carried it gingerly and went back to Ten Forward excited to play. As he entered back into Ten Forward, with Vulcan harp in hand he looked around and saw Ensign Frazier was getting things ready so he went back to the table and sat down waiting for when she would call him. (Posted John Merriott) (USS Champlain – Ten Forward – COUNS – Ensign (JG) Olen Rhinehart – 2051) As he awaited her answer, there was none of the trepidation of before, none of the doubt. Somehow, he knew she would accept his offer. Rhinehart's querulous internal struggle had only been over whether he was the man to make it. It was a question he'd have to ponder later, he realised, as Bree nodded at him, her face an open mask of... what? Shock? He smiled ruefully as they alighted upon the dance floor. ~If you're shocked,~ he thought, ~just imagine how I'm feeling.~ He'd never even so much as cocked an eyebrow at a woman in his life before, never mind led the envy of the room to a slow dance. The pair faced each other a long moment, allowing the slow-smoldering embers of the music to effuse them, and then they began to sway and move together, sweeping around in a loose circle. He was an expert in no dance known to intelligent life forms anywhere, but his natural co-ordination of movement saved him from embarrassment – and Bree from sore toes. Their dance was graceful, simple, and unrehearsed, steps made with the heart as much as the feet. As they circled the floor, he began to feel the gentle roots of his affection grip and tighten. He settled into the music, and soon his tentative steps became second nature. He took the opportunity to gaze long and thoughtfully on his partner. At the back of his mind, he wondered, as often he did in moments of truth, whether his long-passed father was somehow a witness to this moment. Would he be proud of his grey-eyed boy? Somehow, Rhinehart sensed he would. ~She's really something, Olen.~ (Posted by Noel) (USS Champlain – Ten Forward – OPS Ensign Bree Frazier – 2052) “Would you honour me with a dance, Bree?” Olen asked, simply. For a moment, Bree was shocked into silence; a rare occurrence indeed. She had been so wrapped up in her own reverie that she did not feel it coming. But a torrent of words was unnecessary with this amazing man. Apparently, she was not the only one present with a capacity for empathy. She just nodded and offered her hand. As he led her onto the dance floor, a slight haze settled pleasantly over her mind. She felt like a fairy tale princess who’s favorite frog had just turned into a prince; and she hadn’t even kissed him…yet…~down, girl.~ Bree had danced with so many men. Many were accomplished dancers; some were even taller than she. But Olen’s natural, unassuming grace proved more than equal to the task; and his sensitive, considerate spirit held her heart as sweetly as his strong arms, swaying with the smoky swirl of the music. ~He dances tall…~ As her last few remaining functional brain cells flitted away into la-la land, she hoped vaguely that he would have the presence of mind to lead her from the dance floor when the music stopped. She was unlikely to notice… (Posted ConnieF) (USS Champlain, Ten Forward, ATAC/ASC T'Larah Sullivan - 2053)   "...I would be interested to see how the two styles would do against each other." stated the Counselor.   "As with any combat it would depend on the combatants." she answered quickly. "I would be receptive to scheduling a sparring match for a later date if you wish. Contact me when ever you want to, and as long as duty doesn't interfere of course..."   Music began to play and Alosar stopped to listen to it.   "Do you enjoy this music Ensign Sullivan?"   "It seems to be generally free of errors.  I could not give a proper analysis without some remedial training in musical theory and.." she stopped her self. "Oh, you wanted an aesthetic analysis." she paused and thought. "It's very, Terran, I would enjoy it more if it had more woodwinds and less brass." she said finally.   (Posted by Todd) (USS Champlain - Ten Forward -Counselor - Lt. Alosar- 2055) Alosar listened to T'Larah's analysis of the music, as it was functional as well as mostly correct.  They discussed the music a bit and listened as they finished their food and drinks. Soon the music changed to Vulcan music. Alosar was surprised by the wide variety of Vulcan culture that seemed to be appearing on this ship.  It was as if there were a sudden rush of interest. It was a pleasant surprise. He turned to Sullivan and wondered if her studies on Vulcan also led to some of the more artful nature of science.  "Ensign, do you dance?  Would care to dance?" (reply Sullivan) Alosar was impressed by his partner's dancing.  She had most excellent timing, and was able to maintain the rhythm of the music.  Of course, with all the martial arts training she'd had that shouldn't be surprising.  For the first time he wondered about facing her in a sparing match.  Still, even to lose would be a learning experience. When the dance ended Alosar thanked Sullivan and decided it was time for him to "mingle" in order to get a sense of the rest of the crew.  He reminded Sullivan that he will contact her in the couple of days so that they can schedule their sparring and moved through the room. Attention was called for and Admiral LoDona gave a speech, followed by Captain Wolfe.  It was illogical for him to show a feeling of pride at the captain's words of their mission, but he couldn't help but notice himself feeling a little larger, and stronger than before.  He quickly suppressed his feelings and watched the rest of the crowd. After the ship pulled free of the moorings of the space dock the party began to break up.  Alosar decided that he should return to his quarters for some meditation before turning in.  It was going to be another long day ahead of them. (posted by Al Muir) (USS Champlain - Ten Forward - ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan -2102)   Lt. Alosar and T'Larah were discussing various aspects of the music the orchestra was playing, then music of an obviously Vulcan origin began permeating the room.  Then she was taken completely by surprise.   "Ensign, do you dance?  Would care to dance?" asked the Vulcan counselor.   Her face immediately flushed a light shade of green.  She quickly controlled her emotional response and answered. "Um, sure."    As they entered the dance floor, they got some questioning looks from some of the people in the room.   ~I guess they didn't know Vulcan's dance.~ She remembered the dance lessons that she had as a little girl before her father sent her to live with her Vulcan relatives. "Sullivan ladies should know how to dance," he had told her.  They danced for a few songs, still getting curious glances from on lookers.  The Counsellor then said that he should go "mingle" with the rest of the crew.  Also that he would contact her in a couple of days to schedule that sparring match.  "Oh, very well." she said in response as he walked away to go talk to others. ~Likely excuse, I must have danced horribly~ she thought to her self.   The party went on as scheduled.   (Posted by Todd) (USS Champlain - Ten Forward- OPs - Ensign Smith - 2105) Robert was nudged by Tomas who had finished his drink and was also playing his trumpet to Moonlight Serenade. "Who is that?" He was in the middle of counting his rests and looked up. He saw Bree standing near the orchestra looking at Olen. He smiled. "That my friend is Ensign Frazier." "Looks like she's wanting that Ensign to dance with her." He grinned. "Yes it dose." "Don't worries leave it to me." Before Robert could ask him what he was going to do. His rests were up and he began to play again. He had to waited till Moonlight Serenade finished. He saw Tomas leaned forward to a Bolian violinists in front and whispered some thing in his ear. ~What is this?~ The Bolian moved over to the conductor and they had a quick conversation. Robert could not hear what was happening so he waited. He glanced over at Tomas who was looking very pleased with his self. The conductor turned and looked at the orchestra "Okay Guntas has asked to sing. Every one take it slow. Not rushing. Robert just follow Tomas you'll be fine." Robert looked at Tomas "What have you done." Tomas grinned widened. "You'll love it." "Okay every one. one, two, three." Robert sat there for a moment trying to work out the song that they were playing. When the Guntas began to sing. A grin spread across Robert face. The likeness was uncanny. ~Its like Louis Armstrong is here with us.~ He picked up his trumpet and joined the orchestra playing We Have All The Time In The World. (posted by Robbie) (USS Champlain – Ten Forward – OPS Ensign Bree Frazier – 2110) As the orchestra took a short break after the old Earth dance set, Bree approached the conductor and spoke to her about the Vulcan musical interlude she had arranged with LaQua. The lady was agreeable; she was ready to just listen for a while. Bree motioned to LaQua; he came forward and settled himself comfortably upright, harp in the classic position. ~Whoever taught him, trained him well~. Captain Saleke joined her, as promised; but she was pleasantly surprised as Counselor Alosar and Ensign Sullivan completed the set. After the tam, Bree returned to her safe haven at Olen’s side. It had been quite an evening for surprises. Bree wondered how many more were in store for her this night, and in the days to come. ) (Posted by Connie) (USS Champlain - Ten Forward - CO - Captain Edward Wolfe - 2200) The evening, so far, had been a swimming success. Edward was pleased with the way things were going. Then, the orchestra abruptly stopped playing. It was time. Edward watched as the Admiral made his way for centre stage and began to speak. The speech was impressive, stirring, to be expected. The aim at eliminating the threat of Doenitz was clear and well painted for them. Edward grinned throughout. Finally, it was Edward's turn. He walked up to the place the Admiral had vacated and turned to face the crowd. "Friends, fellow officers and crew, honoured guests: This launch, for me, spells the beginning of a new hope. A hope that the values and beliefs we are fighting for will soon be returned to us and peaceful exploration and coexistence is not far off. This ship represents as much what we'd like to be, as what is. Don't get me wrong, I know that the mission is fraught with danger and that there are chances of confrontation with the enemy even while exploring, but the hope still is there and hope is what Starfleet and the Federation were built on. Thank you, end of sermon," finished Edward with a grin. (Reply any) Edward looked around the room, "Wolfe to bridge. Take us out at one quarter impulse." and with that the ship began to move. Soon, reports came down that they had cleared the scaffold, "Prepare for warp." and with that, he turned to the Admiral and waited. Soon, the man gave the word and the Champlain lurched into warp, swung around in an arch at low warp and then dropped to impulse, coming to rest beside Star dock Phoenix. With that, the maiden voyage was done. ~Now onto a real trip,~ Edward thought as the crowd clapped and cheered. In truth, he doubted that LoDona would disagree that these affairs were a waste of time, however he also knew the propaganda value that this sort of a launch could give. (Posted by Jeff) (USS Champlain - Ten Forward - ATAC/ASC- Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan  - 2204)   As the music died down, T'Larah realized that the schedule called for the Captain's speech. She stopped what she was doing and listened.   As if on cue the Captain spoke.   "Friends, fellow officers and crew, honoured guests:   This launch, for me, spells the beginning of a new hope. A hope that the values and beliefs we are fighting for will soon be returned to us and peaceful exploration and coexistence is not far off. This ship represents as much what we'd like to be, as what is. Don't get me wrong, I know that the mission is fraught with danger and that there are chances of confrontation with the enemy even while exploring, but the hope still is there and hope is what Starfleet and the Federation were built on. Thank you, end of sermon," finished Edward with a grin.   ~Good words, lets hope he is right, and there is an end to the conflicts the Federation faces~   "Wolfe to bridge. Take us out at one quarter impulse." said the Captain. At that point T'Larah almost opened her mouth to tell remind the Captain of Starfleet Regulation that specifically state 'thrusters only' while in space dock, then thought better of it.  Especially in this local in front of the entire crew and the Admiralty.  Besides, he probably knows what he's doing, and he would never damage the ship or especially never hurt the crew. Which is why the regulation was put in place to begin with. ~This is the good part.~ The wanderlust that had brought her to the stars manifested itself.  He fingers were tingling with excitement. She found herself holding her breath. She blew out the held breath slowly. ~Not a time to get nervous Ensign, control yourself.~ As the rainbow-hued stretch of stars calmed down moments later signaling that they had resumed sub-light speeds, resuming the white pin prick on black back drop so familiar to space faring cultures across the galaxy.  The view out side of lounge windows, Starbase Geneva could be seen at a different angle then before.   The gathered multitudes began to clap and cheer.  It seems the crowd enjoyed the short trip as much as she did. Then she realized that this is were she belonged, amongst the stars.    (Posted by Todd) Stardate: 2407.02.26 (USS Champlain - Observation Lounge - Counselor - Lieutenant Alosar - 1000) Alosar arrived at the meeting at the appointed time.  Once again, his habit of arriving just in time provided him an opportunity to miss out on the pointless small talk that was most likely to be occurring.  He found a seat next to Rhinehart and nodded to his co-worker. They had managed to get through their lunch work session and through the afternoon, working out a schedule of crewmen that they would each see, and who were priority cases.  It was a most beneficial time. As he looked around the room he noted that he was the last to arrive, and nodded to the CO as Wolfe looked around at his staff.  Then he began his meeting. He  introduced the ships mission to the staff, that of exploration and checking the advancement of Admiral Doenitz's forces.  "Sir, do we have any intel on what actions Admiral Doenitz has been pursuing in violation of the Prime Directive?" Rhinehart asked, to Alosar's surprise. "Also, I would ask that, if possible, any material - Starfleet files, logs, records, and especially profiles prepared by other counsellors - on Admiral Doenitz and his senior staff be made available to my department as soon as possible, sir. I would very much like an opportunity to go over them and add any of my own observations to the mix." Rhinehart paused to allow Lt Alosar to amplify this point if he wished. Alosar had to fight the urge to roll his eyes.  He wished that Rhinehart had spoken to himself about such concerns before bringing them up to the captain.  He had worked hard to maintain a stoic look as Captain Wolfe's glare stopped at him.  He simply raised an eyebrow and took a deep breath as the captain answered the question as Alosar had imagined he might. "All those items are already readily available Ensign and are actually a part of every LoDona loyal ship's library. All you have to do is access them.  Besides which, it is unlikely that we would meet Doenitz there directly." Alosar sat upright in his seat.  "I will take care of this directly after the meeting Captain," he said.  "I apologize for Ensign Rhinehart no having the appropriate information.  It will be rectified immediately." The captain nodded, and then appeared to relax the sternness of his glare. Perhaps he "felt" some kind of sympathy towards Alosar.  The counselor couldn't tell.  Then he moved into the specifics of their immediate mission.  Apparently they were to proceed to Eta Scorpii sector, to Ivor Prime to check on its viability for colonization.  This might be a good use for counselors as the mention of the colony that had wiped out by the Borg in 2373 might leave many of the crew in mental turmoil. As the meeting progressed and the departments all checked in with the CO, Captain Wolfe returned his attention to their side of the table. "Counselling," he said, "I need you to be ready for potential first contact. We don't know who has moved into the planet in our absence, if anyone has. I also need you to review information on the Borg and the Romulans. You may also have to check on some of our crew. For many of them this is their first mission, some anxiety and fear might be occurring. I need everyone ready, willing and able when the time comes." Alosar opened his mouth to speak when suddenly Rhinehart blurted out. "We'll be ready, sir. As regards the crew, myself and Lt Alosar have already studied most of the senior crew files, and will be familiarizing ourselves with the rest in the coming days. I think it may be necessary for us to speak formally with one or two crew members before we get underway in earnest, but we have yet to make any firm decisions on that." Alosar sighed again.  It was the closest to showing an emotion as he had ever allowed himself.  Again the captain gave a response that was almost Vulcan like. "That is a normal part of your job. You don't need my permission for that. Just don't interfere with mission preparation duties," replied Wolfe.  "Obviously, sir, we realise that this is a busy time for everyone, so we will be flexible, and try our best not to disrupt vital work in the lead-up to launch," Rhinehart concluded. "In fact," Alosar added, trying to reassure his CO, "I believe we will not interfere with duties in any way." "Now, that being done. Are there any questions or suggestions?" the captain asked. There were a few, but were quickly dealt with.  Finally the captain called the meeting to a close. "Now, we have only a few days to get things ready," he said.  "I'm going to be relying on you all heavily to get things done expediently and to let me know of any problems. Work with each other, help each other. Dismissed." As the room cleared, Alosar held Rhinehart back for a moment.  "Ensign Rhinehart, I would like to meet you in our office in 15 minutes to go over the information that you requested.  Next time, however, I'd appreciate it if you asked me before a staff meeting, so as not to waste the captain's time." (reply Rhinehart) "I will see you in fifteen minutes," Alosar said calmly. He waited to try and catch the captain before he left.  "Captain, if I might have a moment of your time, I would like to apologize for my failure in bringing Ensign Rhinehart up to date with the most recent information." (posted by Al Muir) (USS Champlain – Observation Lounge – COUNS – Ensign Olen Rhinehart – 1002) Rhinehart sat in flushed, tight-jawed silence as the captain glared back at Alosar and himself in response to his questions, a yawning chasm opening in his abdomen as a grim realization dawned. He began to wish he'd simply kept his mouth shut. So much for making a good impression. He fumed inwardly as the meeting continued, his head buzzing with rage. It was an anger born of acute embarrassment and a perceived humiliation, a burning itch beneath his Starfleet fatigues and an almost overwhelming desire to be /anywhere/ else in the universe but where he was. The next several minutes were an exquisite torture for Rhinehart. He felt pinned to the chair by Wolfe's glare as it played over and over in his mind, and his memory mutated the even tones of the Vulcan counsellor's reply until they sounded supercilious and sneering in his mind. After all, he deserved to be sneered at, hadn't he? Most of his turmoil was self-directed, it was true, but a small part of it burned to give Alosar a piece of his mind right then and there. Fortunately, though, his head ruled his heart. Their relationship had already got off to a rocky start, and even through his deep-seated self-directed frustration, he could sense he was going to be sore about this for a while. It didn't make sense to let things get any worse. He'd just have to keep it under control, absorb it and move on. It wasn't the first time he'd felt like this. The meeting was almost over before his usual calm demeanour had re-asserted itself, but the embers of his anger burned still. He stood to leave as the captain dismissed the crew, intending to head for the counselling offices and look up the information he had asked about, when he felt Alosar's touch at his elbow. He turned, setting his jaw. “Ensign Rhinehart, I would like to meet you in our office in 15 minutes to go over the information that you requested. Next time, however, I'd appreciate it if you asked me before a staff meeting, so as not to waste the captain's time,” said Lt Alosar. “My apologies for wasting the captain's time... and yours, sir,” replied Rhinehart thickly, not meeting the Vulcan's eyes. “It won't happen again.” “I will see you in fifteen minutes,” Alosar said calmly. Rhinehart watched as he stepped briskly down the corridor, calling for Wolfe's attention, disappearing around a corner. Slowly, he let out a ragged breath that he felt like he'd been holding for long minutes, his cheeks burning. Again and again, throughout his young Starfleet career, he'd wrestled with a colossal self-doubt that told him he was about to be exposed as a fraud at any second; escorted from his bunk in the Academy dorm one night, perhaps recycled unceremoniously in the middle of a holo-simm, or escorted off the ship in leg-irons for some act of gross incompetence. His heart told him he had come perilously close this morning, even as his head told him he was getting things completely out of proportion. He had to try and get control of this before too much longer. The ship – the lives of the crew – could rest in his hands. He spun smoothly and strode towards his quarters - still a yet-to-be-unpacked wreck, fitting for his current state of mind. He figured he had time for a quick cup of tea to soothe his stung pride before he headed for the dreaded debrief with Alosar. (Posted by Noel) (USS Champlain – Observation Lounge – CO – Captain Edward Wolfe – 1021) Edward looked around at the faces around the table. There were looks of shock and concern, which were to be expected. Edward also saw, for the first time, the inexperience showing of those in front of him, who had forgotten what ‘exploration’ and ‘unknown’ meant. Edward shrugged, knowing they’d hit their stride eventually. “Sir, do we have any intel on what actions Admiral Doenitz has been pursuing in violation of the Prime Directive?” Rhinehart asked. “I survived one such action Ensign during the Battle of System 663. Doenitz will do whatever he has to do to win the war. The ‘intel’ is readily available in our system files,” responded Edward. “Also, I would ask that, if possible, any material - Starfleet files, logs, records, and especially profiles prepared by other counsellors - on Admiral Doenitz and his senior staff be made available to my department as soon as possible, sir. I would very much like an opportunity to go over them and add any of my own observations to the mix,” stated Rhinehart. “All those items are already readily available Ensign and are actually a part of every LoDona loyal ship’s library. All you have to do is access them,” replied Edward glancing shortly at Alosar. Hadn’t the senior officer of the department briefed him on available items? “Besides which, it is unlikely that we would meet Doenitz there directly.” "Well have everything up and running a day after launch," she promised. That would mean a lot of work for her, but she knew that the team could pull it off. “Good, thank you Lieutenant,” replied Edward. When the Captain had finished LaQua raised his hand and asked, "Sir when was the last time the Borg was actually seen in this area Sir?" “Most likely when they destroyed the colony. There hasn’t been much time for survey missions during the war. This is the joy of exploration, the blanks aren’t filled in,” replied Edward nodding. “Scientific, we need sensors operational, both long range and short range. I need calibrations made to scan for sentient life forms on the planet's surface. I also need you to study the colony records to produce a colony map. Excavation might be necessary once we arrive, it will be easier if we know where we're going.” LaQua looked at the Professor and saw him just nod so LaQua replied, "Yes Sir. We will have a map ready for you and sensors long and short ready to go. I will get the excavation equipment ready also Sir. One question Sir, What is the likelihood we will run into the Romulans. I mean do we have any info on whether they have laid a claim to this planet with The Star Empire being close Sir?" “Once again Ensign, if Starfleet knew that, they wouldn’t be sending us to check. It seems highly unlikely though as it falls on our side of the neutral zone and the Romulans would have had to pass DS3 and DS4 to get there. Of course, it wouldn’t be the first time that they have violated the treaty,” Edward stated. “Counselling,” he said, “I need you to be ready for potential first contact. We don't know who has moved into the planet in our absence, if anyone has. I also need you to review information on the Borg and the Romulans. You may also have to check on some of our crew. For many of them this is their first mission, some anxiety and fear might be occurring. I need everyone ready, willing and able when the time comes.” “We'll be ready, sir. As regards the crew, myself and Lt Alosar have already studied most of the senior crew files, and will be familiarizing ourselves with the rest in the coming days. I think it may be necessary for us to speak formally with one or two crew members before we get underway in earnest, but we have yet to make any firm decisions on that,” said Rhinehart, again looking to Lt Alosar. “That is a normal part of your job. You don’t need my permission for that. Just don’t interfere with mission preparation duties,” replied Edward. “Obviously, sir, we realise that this is a busy time for everyone, so we will be flexible, and try our best not to disrupt vital work in the lead-up to launch,” Rhinehart concluded. “Now, we have only a few days to get things ready. I’m going to be relying on you all heavily to get things done expediently and to let me know of any problems. Work with each other, help each other. Dismissed,” stated Edward, standing up. (Posted by Jeff) (USS Champlain – Observation Lounge – CO – Captain Edward Wolfe – 1028) Edward watched as the group filed out. They were young, in many ways and for that reason he felt no small bit of nervousness. The last inexperienced crew he had to deal with was on the USS Alcazar, one of the ships in his battle group when he was Strategical Operations Officer for the USS Augustus. All hands were lost. Edward was determined not to lose this ship or this crew. He could see a strong team in them, and some excellent officers. They needed to have time to be molded and that might mean he had to be tough at times. No more disasters, not for him. He was lost in thought, peering out the window of the Observation Lounge when his thoughts were interrupted by Alosar. "Captain, if I might have a moment of your time, I would like to apologize for my failure in bringing Ensign Rhinehart up to date with the most recent information," stated the Lieutenant.   Edward looked at him and fixed him in his gaze, "I don't really understand what happened Mr. Alosar. I remember, distinctly, telling you he was coming on board and he would be sent to you for briefing. I also remember him presenting himself and me sending him to you. I would have thought all that information would have been dealt with during that time."   (Reply Alosar)   Edward looked at the Vulcan for a moment, "Logically, it would seem to me, that if an Ensign doesn't follow the orders of a Captain or a Lieutenant, that the Captain should be notified to ensure that the Ensign does what he is told. I'm not Vulcan, nor do I report to be, but I would have thought that logic was relatively sound. Do you disagree with my hypothesis?"   (Reply Alosar)   "Let's keep things clear from now on, shall we? For now, to ensure that it is clear and easy, you're being made Acting Chief of the Counselling division. I'll review things in a few months. Now its not just a lieutenant telling him to report in for briefing but a lieutenant and a department chief. Are we clear?" asked Edward. He did feel some bit of sympathy for both of them in fact. The Ensign was thrust into a new world and it was hard at first to understand what should be what, the Lieutenant was a Vulcan trying to corral what must seem like an impulsive human 'child'.   (Posted by Jeff) (USS Champlain - Observation Lounge - Counselor - Lieutenant Alosar - 1030) "I don't really understand what happened Mr. Alosar," Wolfe began to dig in at the counselor. "I remember, distinctly, telling you he was coming on board and he would be sent to you for briefing. I also remember him presenting himself and me sending him to you. I would have thought all that information would have been dealt with during that time."   "I agree Captain," Alosar stated, however, that initial meeting never took place, and when we did finally meet we did not have enough time to go over the details of the mission."   "Logically," Wolfe said, his frown deepening, "it would seem to me, that if an Ensign doesn't follow the orders of a Captain or a Lieutenant, that the Captain should be notified to ensure that the Ensign does what he is told. I'm not Vulcan, nor do I report to be, but I would have thought that logic was relatively sound. Do you disagree with my hypothesis?"   "In theory Captain," Alosar replied, "your logic is quite sound. Unfortunately, since the line of command in Counseling was unclear, I did not believe it was my place to report on a fellow crew mate."   "Let's keep things clear from now on, shall we?" the captain said finally. "For now, to ensure that it is clear and easy, you're being made Acting Chief of the Counselling division. I'll review things in a few months. Now it's not just a lieutenant telling him to report in for briefing but a lieutenant and a department chief. Are we clear?" "Very clear, Captain," Alosar nodded.  "I appreciate the clarification.  Now if you'll excuse me I will rectify this situation now." Alosar turned and walked out of the room, heading for the counselor's office, where he anticipated an interesting meeting. (posted by Al) (USS Champlain – Counsellors' Office – COUNS – Ensign (JG) Olen Rhinehart – 1040) Every sinew of Rhinehart's body was taut as he stalked down the corridor towards counselling, lending his stride a faintly unnerving sense of malignant purpose. His mind though, was loose and free-flowing, his imagination rehearsing myriad permutations of the encounter to come. The morning's shame had abated somewhat in the intervening minutes, leaving him drained of emotion, yet filled with a grim anticipation. At least his meeting was with a Vulcan. Phlegm-speckled rage and red-faced recriminations were highly unlikely, though not totally impossible. No, what was bothering Rhinehart was the possibility that Alosar might be full of that vague superiority that many Vulcans seemed to unconsciously radiate in the presence of humans, as if, once again, their mastery over their emotions and logic had vindicated them once again. He blinked the thoughts away bitterly, wondering if the slight was imagined or real. A screaming match, he might be equal to, he reflected. But silent, stoic disapproval went all the way to Rhinehart's centre and tore hard. He paused at the entrance to counselling, ensuring he'd got the right door this time – it would be a cold day on Mercury before he made that particular error again. Marshalling his emotions, he drew a deep breath and walked through the door. Alosar was waiting for him. “Reporting as ordered, sir,” he said crisply, coming stiffly to attention. (Posted by Noel) (USS Champlain - Counselors' Office - Counselor - Lieutenant Alosar - 1041) Alosar had made his way to his office and was genuinely surprised that Rhinehart wasn't waiting for him.  However, he did appear within his 15 minute time limit, so the Vulcan decided that was quite adequate.  It also gave him time to contemplate how to handle this with his now junior officer. Rhinehart marched in and stood at full attention in front of him. "Reporting as ordered, sir," he said crisply. "Ensign," Alosar began, "let us start with the fact that I have not suddenly turned into a military regime.  Please be seated.  Although the reason that you were uninformed was your lack of following through on the captain's orders, I also harbor a modicum of the blame.  I would say, let's put this incident behind us and move forward." (reply Rhinehart) "Very well then," he continued, "please have a seat.  First of all I should inform you that the captain has, for the time being, made me acting chief of the department.  So I will be your commanding officer.  I do not, however, want this to change anything in the structure that we have already set up, is that clear?" (reply Rhinehart) "The crewmen you treat will be your responsibility, and I would expect to share the duties on the bridge.  I hope that is still acceptable.  The only difference is that you will answer to me, and I will be responsible for you." (reply Rhinehart) With that settled, at least in Alosar's mind, it was time to go over the information that Rhinehart requested. "Now Ensign, you were looking for some information on Admiral Doenitz.  What was it you wanted to know exactly." (posted by Al Muir) (USS Champlain, Main Security - TAC/SC, Lieutenant Jono Janeway - 1043) Jono listened to Sullivan's advice to the teams and then he dismissed them. The Ensign had stayed sitting, he turned to her and said. "Is there something you need, Ensign?" He asked, he thought he had given her orders to her. (Reply Sullivan - room for more) Jono nodded, and then watched Sullivan walked away. Presumably to holodeck 1. He tapped his COMM Badge, "Lieutenant Janeway to Ops" He said loudly and clearly. (Reply Ops - Bree or Smith) "The security department will be using Holodeck 1 all of today and possibly parts of tomorrow. I thought you should be notified" Jono said smiling. (Posted by Jono) (USS Champlain, Main Security - ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan- 1045) "Is there something you need, Ensign?" He asked, he thought he had given her orders to her. "My inquiry is purely administrative, did you want them to go through all three scenarios or just one?" she asked. (Reply Janeway) "Understood, and sir," she said. "I look forward to our match." (Reply Janeway) With that she walked out of the office on her way to the holodeck. (Posted by Todd) (USS Champlain, Main Security - TAC/SC - Lieutenant Jono Janeway - 1047) "My inquiry is purely administrative, did you want them to go through all three scenarios or just one?" Sullivan asked. "Oh, Absolutely" Jono said smiling, "If you don't mind, Ensign. I will be there once you place it into place and I will be notifying heads of departments of it also, hopefully some of them may also come along... Once you have it Up and Running I would like you to notify the head and co-heads of each department of the time you will be running it with Security." Jono said smiling. "Understood, and sir," she said. "I look forward to our match." Jono nodded, "Me also, Ensign. But that will have to wait until after this Holodeck program" Jono said smiling. He watched Sullivan leave his office, and then he contacted Ops. Once he had finished with Ops he said, "Computer Record Message, High Priority to all department heads and co-heads. Send it to the Captain also" Jono said. [Beep] "This is Lieutenant Janeway, Ensign Sullivan is in the process of setting up a holodeck program to train the security forces. If you would wish to join this holodeck program, to gain some experience which we will hopefully not need. Then please come along. Ensign Sullivan will be in touch with you all to tell you of the time of the program" "Computer end message and Send" Jono said afterwards. [Sent] ~Good~.. (Posted by Jono) (USS Champlain, Deck 11, Holodeck 1, ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan - 1100) Rounding the corner on deck 11 T'Larah found Crewman Horowittz waiting patiently by the entrance to holodeck 1. "Well, sir, are you ready?" asked Horowittz. "Yes, let's get to work." she said " this is all the Federation knows about our three factions we will be making simulations on today." as she handed him a three PADDs. "All that is unclassified that is." she added. (Posted by Todd) (USS Champlain – Turbo shaft 4 - OPS Ensign Smith- 1140) "Well, when the crews first started coming aboard a day or so ago, a lot of them reported strange noises and vibrations in this shaft and number 6. I think it may be a problem with the electromagnet conduits. Do you have any ideas?" she asked. Robert slowly spun in circles in the middle of the shaft. He glanced at the panel Rellie was looking at as he went past. He took out his PADD and accessed the data schematics of the Turbo shaft 4. He scrutinized it as he slowly spun upside down. "Hmm it also looks like those dreaded EPS taps are affecting the power flow to the electromagnet conduits. What do you think Bree?" He tossed the PADD so that Bree could see if he had missed anything. Throwing the PADD had spun him back words so that now he was looking up and down the shaft. (reply Frazier) ~This is not doing anything for my vertigo~ He started to hear laughter from the others. He scowled. "Very funny. Could some one please stop this. You won't be laughing when I show you what I had for breakfast." (posted by Robbie) (USS Champlain, Deck 11, Holodeck 1, ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan - 1735)   After working for all of Alpha shift and getting clearance from the Lt and relief for her shift, through Beta shift too, she looked at her enlisted helper.   "We are finished, finally." He said.   "Ahead of schedule." T'Larah added.   "Do you think we should go through the sims, you know to make sure there aren't any glitches?" asked the crewman.   "The Lieutenant gave explicit instructions to notify him when the programming was done.  So no, that would not be prudent." she said.   "Sullivan to Lieutenant Janeway." she reported in after tapping her comm.   (Reply Janeway)   "Sir, the rough draft of the program is complete, and ready for review." she said.   (Posted by Todd) (USS Champlain - Deck 11, Holodeck 1, ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan  2300)   That was the last group to go through.  All of the teams had performed well, but not up to the level that Lt. Janeway had wanted.  After annotating all of their performances on her report PADD she was going to turn in, she began to wonder, how well did she program the scenarios? She looked at the  different scores most people did poorest on the Borg scenario.  The Lt. had put her in charge when he left to get some sleep for his shift in the morning just moments ago.  He sent  all of Alpha shift for down time a head of him, he had ensured that the Alpha shift had gone first to facilitate the ease of them returning to duty tomorrow.   "May I have your attention," she said to the congregated crew. "The last team finished and has been scored moments ago.  I want you all to know that you performed well, but we all have a lot of work before we reach the level the Lieutenant wanted us at and that we should be at before launch."   She heard mumbles and groans from the enlisted about all the training they were going through.  The volume of which increased rapidly as each tried to be heard over one another. "AT EASE!" she said loudly over the ruckus, the group went silent.   "As I was saying we have a lot of work but 4 days to do it in.  Your shift leaders will use the simulators I have devised to aid you.  You should each only need 2 hrs a day to train.  I don't want you to use your shift time, it's only two hours so I don't want to hear any complaining." she added. "You are all welcome to stay for the last simulation that will be run today."   One of the Crewman began to speak, "But sir, you said we were all done with the simulators today."   "You are, I'm going through." she said. " You are all welcome to watch in the observation lounge where I evaluated you."   The gathered group rushed across the hall from the holodeck where the observation room was.  The room was a new addition in the updated Galaxy Class, just for this purpose, so training sims could be observed with out interfering.   "Crewman, start the Borg simulator." she said approaching the double doors to the holodeck.   "Ready, Sir." he said calmly. T'Larah strapped on her tactical belt.   "This is a tactical belt I have devised.  It is similar in most respects to standard Starfleet issue, except for this." she said pointing to the small of her back. "This is a collapsible tactical baton.  In the next few days you will get rudimentary training in it's use.  Even if the Lt. and the Captain don't authorize it's wear on duty, you may be able to take it on special missions that will require hand to hand combat against armored foes, such as the Borg."   "Open her up, Crewman." she ordered and as the doors parted she entered the simulation. (Posted by Todd) (USS Champlain- Personal Quarters- Ops Ensign Bree Frazier- 2345)   Bree had tried everything short of chemical aids to get to sleep. But her swirling thoughts refused to shut down. She tried to chalk it up to disorientation with her new quarters; but she had been mobile most of her adult life, and new places had never affected her this way before. Besides, last night, she had slept just fine.   She remembered how peaceful she had felt; the deep centering that she had found in Olen’s arms had stayed with her all night. But her peace had been shattered ever since the morning’s briefing. She had sensed that Olen was upset by it, but she had been so wrapped up in her own problems that she barely paid attention.   But he had said she could come and find him…   ~Leave him alone, Bree. He’s probably asleep, like you should be.~   She looked at her chronometer again; almost midnight.   ~This is ridiculous. We aren’t children. It can’t hurt to page him; if he’s awake, maybe he could use some company too…~   She hit the page button for his quarters.   (Posted By ConnieF) (USS Champlain – Personal Quarters – COUNS – Ensign (JG) Olen Rhinehart – 2346) Rhinehart was sitting, loose-limbed, in one of his comedically mis-named 'easy chairs', nursing a small tumbler of Aldebaran whisky. His right leg jerked and bounced as he stared off into the middle distance, regarding nothing but the pooled shadows of his dimly lit quarters. He'd dialed the lights to their lowest setting. He wasn't of a mind to see the degradation of his mood reflected back at him. The morning's unpleasantness had been all but forgotten by the others, and even in his own mind, it had taken on the sepia-tinted tenor of forgotten memory. That was, until the distraction of the day's duties had come to an end. As soon as his shift had ended, he had sagged like a bereft puppet as the tensions crowded back in. He'd moped off to his quarters at the earliest opportunity, and hadn't set foot outside them since. He'd spent the intervening hours going over the briefing in his mind, reliving those agonizing moments of sickening shame, feeling his inner self spiral lower and lower, trying occasionally to distract himself with this task or that. He'd made a cursory effort to unpack some of his belongings, but it hadn't taken many minutes for him to give the task up in frustration. His quarters were worse than ever. Bitterly, he imagined the other crew members, safely ensconced in their immaculate rooms, pursuing avenues of entertainment and study with enviable diligence, each one a separate portrait of unalloyed success. The contrast couldn't have been starker. Huffing, he'd collapsed into the chair, sipping at the whisky and silently, blackly, begun to enumerate all the many ways in which he regarded himself a staggering failure. That was where he found himself when the page went off, jerking him abruptly out of his bitter slide. This was unexpected. He stood, heading for his terminal, his eyebrows shooting to his hairline with surprise as he saw who had sent it. As he keyed to accept the transmission, strangely tentative voice came over the (relatively) secure channel. “Olen? Are you…were you awake?” “Bree... hi,” he replied. “Yes, I'm awake.” He thought about expanding on the reason why, but decided to leave it unsaid for now. He sensed an edge in her voice that snapped his thoughts completely away from himself. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Well, yeah, but… you said this morning that I’d know where to find you… and the air just seems little close in here. Mind if I drop by and, ah, sample some of yours?” The tentativeness was fading, replaced by a faint huskiness. Rhinehart hesitated, glancing around the impressive mess he'd made of his quarters. “Uhh... I dunno, Bree. My place is kind of a mess right now,” he replied, before realizing it sounded like he was trying to brush her off. “We could, uh, meet up somewhere?” She sighed. “Well, I suppose we could, but…I’d really rather not. I know you’ve had rough day, and you aren’t settled in yet, but… I knew you were upset this morning, and I wasn’t really paying attention, and I…” She paused. “Listen, Olen, if you’d rather put it off for another time, I’ll understand.” “No!” he said, surprised at the force with which the exclamation shattered from his throat. “That is... no. It's fine, Bree. Come on by, I'll see you in a minute.” He cast another forlorn glance around the mess. ~What the hell,~ he thought. His pride couldn't really get any more bruised. Could it? He picked up a couple of strewn items with a mind to fixing the place up a little, but dropped them again as he looked around and saw nowhere to put them. Sighing with resignation, he dialed up another glass of whisky for his guest. She sounded like she might be able to use it... Bree reached for her uniform close at hand; then changed her mind. This was not the time for it. She rustled through a trunk she had not yet unpacked and found an old, well-worn pair of denims; even in several centuries, they had never fallen completely from use. She extracted a slightly wrinkled white men’s shirt she was fond of, and surveyed the result. She looked as comfortable as she was; and this outfit should fit right into the alleged mess that Olen currently inhabited. She found her favorite house slippers at the bottom of the pile, slipped them on, and padded down the quiet corridors to Olen’s section of the ship. She stood for a moment outside the door to Olen’s quarters, hesitating. It was very like to go after what she wanted; but so unlike her to be unsure of exactly what that was! Her uncertainty shook her usual confidence to the core. ~Don’t just stand here, Bree. Either knock or leave.~ The familiar voice of common sense from inside her mind settled the question. She had no intention of walking away like some air-headed schoolgirl playing coy. ~The only way to find answers is to research the questions.~ She tripped the door chime. Rhinehart took one last look around his disheveled quarters as the door chime pinged. ~That was fast,~ he thought, crossing the room, dodging books and trinkets as he went. The barrier slid aside and Rhinehart rocked back on his heels at the site of Bree framed in the doorway. For some reason he'd expected her to be wearing uniform. ~Oh my stars...~ he thought. He tried not to notice the way the denims clung, the brilliant contrast between her soft copper hair and the starchy white of the shirt, the soft pout of her lips and the brilliant green eyes sparkling back at him. He searched in vain for something witty or debonair or charming or clever or... something... to say in greeting. “H-hi,” he said, eventually. She smiled gently, casting a glance to the floor then back up at him, meeting his gaze. “Hi Olen,” she replied. Another moment's silence. Rhinehart felt he ought to compliment her, spent too long trying to wrestle the words out of his gullet. A few seconds more and the moment was gone, leaving him wretchedly berating himself. “Well, I suppose I could just stand here for a while longer, if you like…” she stated dryly, one eyebrow arched high; but a little chuckle bubbled up in her throat. Rhinehart chuckled too, in spite of himself. “Of course, I'm sorry,” he said, standing aside so she could move past him. His smile faded as she made her way into his room, turned to a mild grimace as she got her first look at the mess. Bree glanced around, found a chair, moved aside the random debris thereon, dropped into it, and stretched her long legs out in front of her in one sweep. “Really kinda homey, Olen”, she said, enjoying his look of confusion. “I’ve never really been one to stand on ceremony. Thanks for letting me come over.” She hoped that when the shock passed, he would settle back into himself. For her part, she already felt more herself, just being with him in his natural habitat. "You're welcome, Bree," said Olen, standing in the center the room, gazing at her stretched out upon his second chair. He looked as if he might have forgotten where he was for a minute. Then he came back to himself with a slight start. "I, uh, thought you might like a drink," he said, reaching past her for the tumbler of whisky that had been breathing on his desk. He passed it to her delicately, before picking up his own glass and seating himself opposite her. A comfortable silence settled between them. Bree sipped the whisky gratefully. It had been some time since she had tasted the real thing. The real thing. That was what this quiet, gentle man across from her was. She searched her heart; why had she come to him? She knew way too much about people using each other. She would not permit herself the slightest chance of doing that to him. She knew she could seduce him, if she wanted to. She knew every way in the book to do so; her current little health difficulties would present no significant hurdle. She had had men far more sophisticated than he eating out of her hand, sometimes without even touching them. But here was a real friend. One does not use a friend. OK, so she ran to him partly to get her mind off CAPTAIN Wolfe; what was so wrong with that? It worked; maybe she could help him, too, in return. “So, Olen, what went down in the briefing today? I thought they made you look like and ass when it wasn’t you fault. Is Alosar a jerk, or do you think he’s just stupid?” He looked away, biting his lip as if the memory troubled him. His eyes lost focus as they gazed into the shadows all around them. It was long seconds before he answered. "I don't know, Bree," he said at last, frowning into his glass. "I guess I engaged my mouth ahead of my brain... It... I was so focused on showing everyone how capable I was, and I came out of it looking like a..." he paused. "Well, like a total dork. If I could have died right then and there, I would have willingly." He sipped unhappily. He sighed, a bitter grimace twisting his features. "The worst part is, I know how stupid I'm being. It was just a rookie mistake; I’ll be lucky if that's the worst one I make on this voyage... I just... can't seem to let myself off that lightly." He paused again. He still hadn't met her gaze directly since she had asked the question. "Alosar's not a jerk, he's a very... capable... officer." She felt him trip over the word. "A bit austere and unforgiving, perhaps, but not a jerk. Ultimately, I put him on the spot as well as myself. The blame lies with me," he said. “You may be taking too much of the credit”, Bree replied gently. Bree felt his misery; even the memory of it was like acid poured over his soul. But at the time, her mind had been…elsewhere. A little twinge of quilt twisted at her heart. “Olen, I’m sorry I was so selfish after the briefing. I didn’t even ask you if you were OK; I was too busy worrying about trivial stuff. Forgive me?” His eyes snapped up to meet hers. "Forgive you?" He loosed a barking laugh that cleaved the air between them. "Forgive you for what, Bree? I'm glad you caught up with me. It gave me something to think about other than my own injured ego." His gray eyes flickered over her features. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, with concern. Bree sighed. Her thoughts drifted back to the night before; how it had felt, swaying gently to the music in his arms. All she wanted was to feel his touch again; but…how? ~You know damned well how, girl; you were a professional~ But now, the thought hurt. Not that way…not now…not with him… She tossed back the rest of her whisky, the slid from her chair and curled up on the floor at Olen’s feet, her head resting on his knee. “I am now”. Olen’s stomach dropped out of his torso as Bree kneeled at his feet, for all the world like a ginger cat. He felt as if he'd just ridden over the crest of a steep hill and was in freefall on the far side, careening quickly out of control. Involuntarily, his muscles snapped taut, his fingers suddenly sliding slickly on the forgotten glass in his palm. He gulped past the sudden tightness in his throat, groped for the words to ask her what she was doing, reflected that the answer to that question ought to have been perfectly obvious. He sat stock still, barely breathing, for a time he didn't feel passing. Slowly, by degrees, he came back to his senses, became used to the soft pressure of her head resting upon his knee. His breathing deepened, and he found himself aware of the bright scent of her hair filling his nostrils, and the warmth of her breath in his lap. The nauseating terror had not abated, but now it was tinted the color of sunshine. He smiled into the darkness of his room as the memories of their polite closeness the night before rushed back in, completely washing away all thought of the briefing fiasco. Tentatively, he brought his hand up to the curve of her head, rested the palm there, fearing he might break the spell, but unable to resist. Gently, he curled his fingers between the strands of soft smooth hair, pressing his fingertips down carefully among the roots. He sighed, a long, low breath between barely parted lips. If Bree could have purred, she would have. All the stress of her journey, her struggles to get to this place in life, and even her unanticipated confusion about…everything else seemed to flow away, like stream in a secluded meadow where no one could come but her and Olen. Likely, the storms were not gone forever; but for now, it was enough to just be here. A welcomed weariness stole over Bree as Olen’s hand stoked her hair. She felt a little foolish about it, but she did not want to leave. The thought of going back to her quarters was not one she relished. Dare she ask? She dared. She raised her head sleepily, and with considerable effort, focused on Olen’s soft gray wolf’s eyes. “Olen, would you mind too awfully if I stay here tonight? I promise I won’t try to jump your bones…”she murmured. Olen coughed gently at the question, stirring slightly in the seat. "Uh, sure Bree, no problem," he replied. "The bed is made up already, so you take it. I'll take these chairs. I wonder if there's some spare bedding around here...?" In the dim light, she could not see him blush; but she felt it, and it charmed her. As he started to rise, found his hand and captured it. “Honestly, Olen, you’re safe with me. ~Tonight, anyway~. She cocked her head and asked, “Am I safe with you?” She tried to say it lightly, but she was too tired to completely keep the little part of her that was serious from coming through in her voice. "You’re safe, Bree,” he replied simply. “Then set’s just skip the construction project, huh?” She led him to the bed, slid into it, and gently drew him in beside her. Then she maneuvered herself into the circle of his embrace, and remembered no more until the morning. There was little space in the narrow bunk for modesty. Rhinehart curled himself close, coiling protectively around her, looping his arm over her waist and drawing the sheet up high. He found himself unable to relax, so aware was he of his perceived duty to protect her sleep at all costs – he was transfixed by the fear of waking her. He kept his breathing consciously low and gentle, and turned his gaze to the view port, contemplating the inky vista beyond. With the heady drifting scent of Bree's copper hair suffusing his being, he reflected on the amazing turns his day – his life – seemed to have taken. (Posted by Connie and Noel) (USS Champlain – Quarters – OPS - Ensign Bree Frazier – 2359) It had been a long day, as Bree had anticipated. She could barely hear the muted sound of her eccentric but talented neighbor’s trumpet playing through the acoustically well-designed wall between her quarters and his. Most times, it would have lulled her to sleep, as the distant sounds of music had so many nights long ago in her room at Madame Leduc’s elegant house in the crumbling French Quarter. She knew she should sleep, but she was restless. Alone in her quarters, Bree could no longer ignore the question that had quietly nagged at her ever since Edward’s briefing. ~There you go again, Bree!~ She sighed. She was not telepathic. That fact had been tested, proven, and established. Empathetic, yes, strongly so for a half-Betazoid; but she could only sense feelings, not read thoughts. So; ~where did it come from?~ She remembered the sensation in stark detail. “This is going be an interesting ride”. Not a particularly remarkable thought under the circumstances; but not her own! She was certain of that. It felt too…different. It could have come from any one of them. They were all anticipating an interesting ride. Olen? She wanted it to be Olen. But…it didn’t fit his idiom. Just wasn’t his style. And the voice; she could not identify it clearly, but it didn’t sound like him. It did not feel like him. Male; that she was sure of. Not Delzar or Sullivan, then. Janeway? Well, the idiom was right; but there was a sternness in the “voice” that the exuberant youth showed no evidence whatsoever of possessing. Alosar had the maturity she sensed, but he was a Vulcan; no way. La Qua? Doubtful. He was so thoroughly French, she would likely have picked up his accent even in an internal echo of his thought. Robert? She laughed out loud at that one. Despite his obvious competence and cheerful demeanor, her estimable teammate was still too overwhelmed by the size of the Champlain and the nature of her mission to refer to the ride they were about to take as merely “interesting”. She smiled as he launched into a heartfelt rendition of a classic Blues number and tried to focus on it to calm and clear her mind. It worked, to an extent. But in that calm, she heard her own inner voice; the one that had seen her through all her life, when she would listen to it. She knew better than to ignore it; but tonight, she did not want to hear what it gently told her. (Posted by Connie F) Stardate: 2407.03.02 (USS Champlain - Holodeck 1 – ATAC/ASC – Ensign Sullivan - 0000)   The simulation was designed to flow like this.  The ship was to encounter a Borg Cube, depending on the  way the person being tested performs, the Borg attack the ship, and sooner or later, they get the shields down and send an assimilation party transported to main engineering, the testee is relieved of the tactical station on the bridge by a simulated Lt. Janeway and are ordered to Main Engineering to deal with the intruders.   T'Larah stepped off the turbo lift on Deck 31 in Main Engineering her Type III compression Phaser Rifle at the high ready.   "Computer, seal off Deck 31." she ordered.   "Sealing deck" the computer chirped.   She came around the main console and got a report from the bridge.   =^= Ensign, you have bogeys aft ward.  Internal sensors were damaged during the attack, so there could be one, or as many as a dozen, be careful.=^=   "Understood," she said tapping her COM badge with her off hand the returning it to the forward grip. "I will keep this channel open and report my findings."   =^= Very well, Ensign, good luck.=^=   She cautiously started walking aft.  Weapon at the high ready.  She noticed an uneasy feeling in her gut.  She was nervous.   ~CONTROL. Control yourself, it's just a simulation.~   As she rounded the corner she saw it.  One of the drones had opened a panel and was interfacing with the console directly.  She wasted no time.  Pulling the trigger on her weapon twice she sent a controlled pair center mass into the Borg drone. It convulsed wildly, dropped to the deck and stayed completely still.   "One  Drone encountered and neutralized." she stated.   =^=Understood, there are more out there. Stay on your toes.=^=   "Acknowledged." she said, and continued on her mission. Advancing down the passageway some more, she came up upon an intersection when three drones advance around the corner.  Quick to react she fired two shots in succession one at the right most drone and one at the middle drone. The first dropped to the ground with a smoking hole in its chest.  The second's personal shield activated with a green flash distorting the air around him. ~They've adapted~ Now with in reach the second drone now made a swipe at her with an arm claw, and scratched her right forearm.  She barely maintained grip on her weapon, and spotted her target, she grabbed a small module on the right side of the drone's abdomen and exerted considerable force pulling the unit directly away ripping the unit off of the drone. Blinding sparks flew out in all directions momentarily distracting the Borg.  She leveled her rifle and fired at point blank range, sending the drone flying 6ft away and slumping to the ground.  The last drone in the group recovered from the blinding flash and lunged for T'Larah.  She got her rifle stock up just in time and the drone grabbed on to that instead.  ~If I don't finish this he will overpower me.~ She used his advance and power, and gave into it dropping supine using that momentum to carry the drone's considerable size up and over her and she let go of the rifle sending the Borg a hand full of feet away.  Using a push from her hands an arch in her back she landed on her feet.  Spinning around she reached in the small of her back and pulled out the baton. She flicked her wrist, extending the baton to its full length of three feet.  Closing the distance, she swung her baton in a wide arc smacking the drone in the back of his skull plate. The swift blow from the tritainium composite rod cracked and dented the plate stunning the drone. She followed through by putting the drone in a head lock.  Using the baton for leverage, she pushed forward on the back of it's cervical vertebrae and it's moorings gave way.  The neck snapped at an unhealthy angle and the drone dropped to the ground.  She stood there for a second breathing slightly elevated, and green blood soaked through her torn sleeve, dripping on the floor. "Computer, end simulation." she said, and exited the simulation as the doors parted.   Her arm hurt badly.  It was a burning and itching as her body rapidly responded to the breach in it's integrity. She kept her face even.   "Sir, you are hurt, medical team to..." he said tapping his COM badge.   "Belay that, " she interrupted giving the crewman a tense look. "I will be down shortly, Sullivan out."   Her face now easing. She addressed the Crewman.   "I am not that badly injured," she explained. "That was excellent initiative." she praised him. "You all were watching my performance.  As you may have noticed I faced numerically less contacts in the phaser and hand to hand portions of the scenario. Also remember that you went in as a pair, I went in alone.  As an average I faced more drones then each of you did individually.  I want you all to study some of the moves that I used.  I by no means did flawlessly, but I gave you some alternative to think about during combat. Maybe even buy you some additional shots with your phasers making them more effective." she said. “If there are no questions, you are all dismissed. Get some rest and be on time for your shifts tomorrow."   The group dispersed going their separate ways. T'Larah made her way to sick bay. (Posted by Todd) (USS Champlain, Deck12, Sick Bay, ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan - 0034)   Entering sick bay T'Larah had her left arm cradled with her right hand. Looking around 'till she found the medical personnel on staff at that hour.   "Can you help me out?" she said a little sheepishly.   (Posted by Todd) (USS Champlain – Personal Quarters – COUNS – Ensign (JG) Olen Rhinehart – 0703) It was useless, Rhinehart reflected, as he stared out of the view port over his bed. It had been four hours since he'd finally managed to wind down enough to feel somewhere close to tired, and he estimated that he'd managed a light doze of maybe 20 minutes since then. He was due on the bridge in little under an hour for the Champlain's maiden flight. It had been 50-50 between him and Alosar drawing the duty yesterday, and Rhinehart had 'won' the honour. Alosar's promotion to chief counsellor a few days back had added to the sting of his embarrassment during the briefing. In his mind, it represented the first chip in his professional reputation. His first real test, and he'd flunked. He felt an enormous, pummeling pressure to ensure the chip didn't become a crack. Alosar and he had maintained a polite and professional working relationship since that day, but the frigidity between them was pronounced, even for a Vulcan/Human relationship, hardly known for their congenial warmth. Initially, he'd been pleased that it would be him on the bridge as the Champlain finally made headway under her own steam. He saw it as a chance to prove – mostly to himself, although he did not realise it – that he was worthy of the uniform and the pip on his collar. But as the hours of the day had wore on into the ship's night, and sleep continued to elude him, the anticipation had turned slowly to misgiving and nerves. Shortly before 'dawn', the nerves had turned to dread. Sighing, he swung his legs out from under the thin coverlet, and stood, gazing around his quarters, his dismay deepening. A full week he'd been on board now, and he still hadn't managed to get this place looking reasonable. Blearily plodding over to the replicator, he dialed up some breakfast and tea, and made his way into the head, leaving the plates cooling, gently wafting steam into the air above his cluttered desk. It was going to be a rough day. (Posted by Noel) (USS Champlain – Bridge – CO – Captain Edward Wolfe – 0756) Edward stood on the bridge in front of his command chair clasping and unclasping his hands behind him. He looked around the bridge to see Janeway on tactical, Frazier on Operations and La Qua working the sensor array. He still waited to see who Counselling would send up to occupy the seat to the left of him. The right seat, that of his FO, was suspiciously vacant. "Sir, a message is coming in from Geneva," said a young woman working the communications board. "Onscreen," replied Edward. The face of Lieutenant Commander Ulia Mason filled the screen. =^=Captain, Starfleet Command has transferred me temporarily to USS Champlain, to serve in the capacity of First Officer. Permission to come aboard, Sir?=^= Edward looked at the severe woman in front of him and shuddered. He wasn't pleased. He hadn't gotten along with Mason when he was the Nimitz FO working on Geneva and wasn't overly thrilled about having her as his number one now. However, orders were orders. "Permission granted," he replied curtly, "but we're leaving in the next few minutes so you'd better hurry." The screen went dark and soon an indicator came up that the Lieutenant Commander was on board. Edward knew she'd be joining him shortly along with someone from counselling. (Reply someone from counselling?) Soon, Mason was on the bridge and sitting in the seat to the right of his as well. Now it was time to get down to business and Edward opened a channel. "Engineering, bring engines to ready," stated Edward into the intercom. (reply Dezlar) "Operations, please ensure regular power flow to engines and begin systems checks," Edward stated. (Reply Frazier) Edward glanced over to Janeway, "Ensure deflector dish is operational. Don't want a piece of space dust taking ourselves out before we get started. Run systems checks and ensure readings are constant." (Reply Janeway) "All stations report readiness," ordered Edward. (Reply Dezlar, Frazier, Janeway, La Qua) "Helm at ready, Sir!" stated the young man on the helm station. Edward could feel it now as the excitement surged through the crew. He could tell that they were all as excited as he was. He just hoped that no ensigns wet themselves this time. That was just messy when it happened on the USS Augustus. It was also unfortunate for the science department Ensign who had to go through the next few years being called 'Ensign Stinkypants'. ~Excitement does strange things,~ thought Edward grinning slightly. "Communications at ready, Sir!" "Helm, prepare to take us out, one quarter impulse and lay in a course for Ivor Prime in the Eta Scorpii system," stated Edward, "Operations ensure power compensation. As soon as we're clear of the station, go to warp." Edward felt a surge of excitement and pride at this point. He knew that they had taken a little cruise several days ago, but this was the real maiden voyage of the USS Champlain... of his ship, his first command. They were now on their way to their first mission. (Posted by Jeff) (USS Champlain – Bridge – COUNS – Ensign (JG) Olen Rhinehart – 0757) The turbolift doors opened onto a hive of activity. The bridge was almost fully manned as the final preparations were made for launch. Rhinehart stepped out timidly and inched slowly down the ramp, sticking close to the wall. He understood most of what was going on around him in a workmanlike, theoretical sense, and so felt he had best keep himself out of the way. The captain was standing before the three central chairs, addressing a serious-looking woman on the view screen. “Permission granted,” he was saying. “But we're leaving in the next few minutes so you'd better hurry.” Rhinehart was spared only a few seconds to wonder who the woman was, before Captain Wolfe turned. “Counsellor Rhinehart reporting, sir,” he said, coming to attention. Despite his trepidation, his anxiety, he had to admit, it felt damn good to say those words. It would feel even better to sink into that enviable seat at the captain's left. (Reply Wolfe, iyw) Rhinehart gently sat in the counsellor's seat, easing himself back into it. He was only going to do this for the first time once in his career, and he intended to ensure he got the maximum satisfaction from it. There he sat, at the centre of the activity, a mute observer to the preparations going on around him. Before long, the severe-looking woman he had seen on the view screen was sitting in the other central chair beyond the captain's. Evidently she was the ship's First Officer – introductions would doubtless wait until they were clear of the dock. He relaxed into the seat, watching the crew work all around him. Bit by bit, he became caught up in the moment, his soul brightening, the dread easing, his fatigue lifting away from him like a sail catching its first wind. The time was creeping up on them, Rhinehart could feel it. It was all around them, filling the spaces in between. Even the old hands aboard couldn't help but be caught up in it, he sensed. More than once, his gaze alighted upon the red hair of Bree, seated at the Ops console in front of him. He wondered how she was feeling at this moment, more actively engaged in the launch than was he. In some ways he envied her the pivotal role she was playing, the chance to be part of the fulcrum in the truly amazing endeavour of launching a ship the size of the Champlain for the first time. But in truth, he was grateful for the chance to sit and absorb this atmosphere, unique among anything in his experience, without the need to juggle data or manipulate controls. He flicked his gaze to the captain, his calm authority belying the rampant excitement Rhinehart reasoned he must be feeling at that moment. The tension in the air was palpable. How could he not be as caught up in it as the rest of them? And then it was time. “Helm, prepare to take us out, one quarter impulse and lay in a course for Ivor Prime in the Eta Scorpii system,” said the captain, smoothly. “Operations ensure power compensation. As soon as we're clear of the station, go to warp.” The anticipation hit fever pitch, seemed to bind them all together like forks of lightning, crackling around the bridge. For the first time, Rhinehart felt part of the whole. In that moment, it seemed to him, the disparate elements of the bridge crew galvanized, coalesced, became a team. He felt, more than heard, the dull roar of the impulse engines gearing up, preparing to lance them into the breast of the cosmos. He held his breath. (Posted by Noel) (USS Champlain – Bridge – SC/TAC – Lieutenant Jono Janeway  – 0758)   Jono had been on the bridge for about an hour now. He had been preparing for the ships launch, and the anticipation was killing him. He wondered what was going through Edwards mind right now, was he nervous? If he was he wasn't showing it, Was he proud? Happy? Ecstatic?   Jono was pulled out of his tangled mind games by a voice at the front of the bridge. "Sir, a message is coming in from Geneva," said a young woman working the communications board.   Jono looked over to Wolfe. What could Geneva want now? Just before they launched. Wolfe gave the order to put the transmission through. The face of Geneva's FO popped up on the screen.   =^=Captain, Starfleet Command has transferred me temporarily to USS Champlain, to serve in the capacity of First Officer. Permission to come aboard, Sir?=^=   Jono opened his eyes wide. So this was the FO they were waiting for? Oh dear. He knew Wolfe and Mason weren't too people to get a long very well. He didn't exactly know why, in something's they were very much alike but in other things they were totally different. Jono wasn't overly pleased about having Mason as first officer, but she wasn't permanent so he would live with it for the time being.   Wolfe gave her permission to come aboard. And as soon as She beamed across Janeway said "First Officer Mason is on board, Sir. She'll be joining us momentarily."   He was right, soon enough Mason and someone from Counselling popped along to join Edward in front of Jono.   Jono took a deep breath as Wolfe began the launch procedures. He contacted engineering first, and then Ops. He then turned around to look at Jono, Janeway nodded to him before Edward could say anything and gave a slight smile as if to say 'Lets do this thing'.   "Ensure deflector dish is operational. Don't want a piece of space dust taking ourselves out before we get started. Run systems checks and ensure readings are constant." Wolfe said, Janeway noted the slight rise in Edwards voice, he seemed to be getting just as excited as Jono... probably even more.   "Aye, Sir" Jono said as he received his orders. He went to work at his console smiling. Jono began running system checks and before long he heard, Wolfe:   "All stations report readiness," he ordered.   Jono looked up, "Deflector dish is online, Sir. All readings are constant and within acceptable parameters." Jono said smiling and then added, "Were ready" In a softer more quieter tone.   (Reply Dezlar, Frazier and La Qua, Wolfe IYW)   The Helm and Communications officers gave Edward their reports and then Wolfe seized the opportunity to take the ship out. "Helm, prepare to take us out, one quarter impulse and lay in a course for Ivor Prime in the Eta Scorpii system," stated Edward, "Operations ensure power compensation. As soon as we're clear of the station, go to warp."   Jono smiled, he leaned on his console and watched the ship role out of the dry-dock. He looked down at Edward and wondered how excited he was. Jono doubted Wolfe would ever forget this moment, he knew he wouldn't.. And somehow he didn't think Wolfe or any of the other officers on the bridge would either....   (Posted by Jono) (USS Champlain – Bridge – CO – Captain Edward Wolfe – 0759) Edward watched as Ensign Rhinehart presented himself on the bridge. He hoped that the young man was starting to settle in and knew that the man had taken a slight hit to his ego due to the briefing. ~We've all been there at some point. Time to learn about balancing the fact we don't know everything with the fact that we're supposed to prepare ahead. Better he learns it on a briefing than on a planet,~ Edward thought before grinning broadly at the young man. It was all done now though, all forgotten. Edward didn't doubt that Rhinehart had learned something. “Counsellor Rhinehart reporting, sir,” he said, coming to attention. Edward nodded and smiled, "No need for that at the moment, although I do appreciate your adherence to regulations. Have a seat," he said motioning to the seat to his immediate left and knowing that soon 'that woman' would be joining him on his right. Rhinehart sat down. "Quite a sight, isn't it?" asked Edward of Rhinehart looking out into the stars, "You never forget your first launch, just like you never are supposed to forget your first command. I'm glad you're able to be on the bridge for this Ensign." Edward then dropped his voice, "I have my doubts that Lieutenant Alosar would appreciate it as much as you do. Besides, he's been on launching craft before." (Reply Rhinehart iyw) Edward then looked out and gave his orders for disembarking. (Posted by Jeff) (USS Champlain – Bridge – COUNS – Ensign (JG) Olen Rhinehart – 0800) “Quite a sight, isn't it?” asked the captain, looking out into the stars. “You never forget your first launch, just like you never are supposed to forget your first command. I'm glad you're able to be on the bridge for this Ensign.” He added conspiratorially: “I have my doubts that Lieutenant Alosar would appreciate it as much as you do. Besides, he's been on launching craft before.” Rhinehart smirked slightly in spite of himself, glancing at the floor between his feet. He chose to let that be his response to the captain's comment, focusing instead on the first of his remarks. “It certainly is an awe-inspiring sight, sir,” Rhinehart replied, in a hushed voice. “This is a moment none of us will ever forget.” He said nothing more for the moment, not wishing to distract the captain. He was pleased, though, to have been brought into the centre of things. He settled back into his seat, beginning to get the feel of it, looking forward to the many hours he would spend there, at the nerve centre of the ship. (Posted by Noel) (USS Champlain – Bridge – CO – Captain Edward Wolfe – 0848) The jump to warp 6 had been smooth and easy. Everything seemed to be operating properly and they were well on their way. The stars streamed in glorious patterns and colours around them creating a kaleidoscope effect around them. Edward sat back in his seat and watched his people at work, he had no doubt that in time they'd be a well oiled machine. Edward felt another surge of pride as they continued towards Ivor Prime... but he also felt an undercurrent of concern. In time, he knew he'd stop doubting the abilities of others and himself, but for now things were going to be a bit strange. He didn't doubt that most first commands were like that, especially at the beginning. Edward glanced over at his 'first officer'. She sat coolly back, hair in a tight bun with one eyebrow raised. No sense of wonder or joy seemed to pierce the steely visage. Edward couldn't help but wonder what this woman even cared for space travel or flight. Perhaps she was a total military mind, in it for battle and glory. He had tried that route and found it cold and empty. Edward couldn't help but pity anyone who lost their wonder at the reaches of space. Rhinehart, on the other hand, seemed to be on the edge of his seat. Edward wasn't sure if it was the joy at being chosen for this duty or the same surge of excitement that he, himself, felt but the Ensign seemed to be enjoying himself. Edward nodded at the young man grinning. (Reply Rhinehart iyw) "Operations? How are the power flows? Everything operating properly? We are still under warranty, so now's the time to tell me," Edward called out loud to Frazier. The ship was still, after all, being tested. Edward was constantly concerned that something might go wrong.  (Reply Frazier) With that, Edward sat back to enjoy the ride, before being rudely interrupted, "Sir, we have a priority one message from Starfleet coming in." Edward was shocked out of his joy for a second. ~That didn't take long, we just went underway. What's wrong now?~ Edward rose and nodded at communications. "I'll take it in my ready room." With that he walked into the ready room and let the door slide shut behind him. (Posted by Jeff) (USS Champlain – Bridge – COUNS – Ensign (JG) Olen Rhinehart – 0849) The launch had perfectly, as far as Rhinehart could tell. They'd been cruising steadily at warp six for the last hour or so, all systems green, everything working perfectly, it seemed. And yet there was still a palpable tension in the air, the crackle of excitement that heralded the ship's launch had not abated. The past hour had been largely silent, except for one or two uttered questions and reports. It was by no means the first time Rhinehart had journeyed the stars, but it was certainly his first time as part of the senior crew complement of a military capital ship. Somehow this was unique. Throughout, he'd sat in the counsellors' chair, simply taking it all in. He'd cast occasional glances to his right, at the captain and the new first officer. She'd barely spoken since coming aboard, and radiated a sense of defensive ambivalence that left him disinclined to try and break the ice for the moment. Perched near the edge of his seat, he cast another glance around the bridge, and caught Wolfe's eye. The captain nodded and grinned. Rhinehart returned the smile, letting the excitement of the moment radiate out of him. (posted by Noel) (USS Champlain – Bridge - ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan– 0850)   Thoughts were racing through T'Larah's head. The past week had been grueling, the training that the crewmembers and she had gone through to prepare for this mission, the reclamation of Ivor Prime, if it was in need of reclaim. She her self had her own suspicions on the subject.  Her job was not suspicions, her job was to be prepared for the worst, to the best of her knowledge her crew and she was.  She cleared her head of such thoughts using meditation  techniques she learned on Vulcan, using the hypnotic rainbow hues on the main view screen as a focus.  A voice startled her out of her trance, she realized she should get back to work checking the security systems.  Soon she would be going to check the phaser arrays and the torpedo launchers.   "Sir, we have a priority one message from Starfleet coming in." came a voice.   "I'll take it in my ready room."  said the Captain, T'Larah didn't have much experience reading human emotions, but he looked perturbed at the announcement of an incoming message.   ~I wonder what that message is all about.~   The Captain exited the bridge and went into his "Fortress of Solitude" his ready room.  T'Larah noticed how the Captain didn't put the XO in charge when he left.  It was implied that when he left the bridge the next senior was in charge.  It ran smoother then most vessels and their need for protocol in such a situation.  It was efficient, she liked it.   The First Officer, T'Larah had met her a few days ago.  She carried her self as well as any Vulcan.  If there were an officer on board that T'Larah tried to emulate it would be the XO.  That gave T'Larah an idea, that when she got rank high enough she could try to slide into the command track and maybe even command a starship of her own.  She began thinking of which classes of starships she would like to command.  She tried to think about which class currently in service would present the least area to target when a summons came over the communications for her.    "Wolfe to Ensigns Sullivan, LaQua, Frazier and Rhinehart. I need you in my ready room. Lieutenant Commander Mason, you should be here too. Immediately."   With that she looked up at Lt. Janeway as if to tell him where she would be, and he nodded his understanding, it was the Captain after all. She stood up and made her way to the ready room, as she approached the chime on the other side went off. She waited for the call to enter from the other side.   (Posted by Todd) (USS Champlain - Science lab- SO- EnsignJG Derrick LaQua- 0851)   LaQua was reading up on some new material that he found on xenobiology of horta's,when he heard his comm badge pipe up.   =^=Wolfe to Ensigns Sullivan, LaQua, Frazier and Rhinehart. I need you in my ready room. Lieutenant Commander Mason, you should be here too. Immediately.=^=   LaQua tapped his badge and said,"LaQua here. Understood Captain, I'm on my way Sir." LaQua turned off the computer he was using and headed for the ready room.   (posted by John) (USS Champlain - Captain's Ready Room- SO- EnsignJG Derrick LaQua- 0900)   LaQua walked to the Ready room door and paused for a second. He straightened his uniform and composed himself. He walked in and said, "Science Officer LaQua reporting as ordered Sir." He stood at attention until the Captain answered him.   (Posted John Merriott) (USS Champlain – Ready room – CO – Captain Edward Wolfe – 0943) Edward sat down behind his desk and looked at the screen expectantly after keying in his access codes. The face of an admiral flashed on the screen. =^=Captain Wolfe, I'm sorry, we're going to have to divert you,=^= said the ranking officer. ~Oh great, here we go. To heck with exploring. Off to the front.~ "I don't understand Sir. We're headed for Ivor Prime," replied Edward. =^=And you will continue in that direction with a small deviation before returning to your mission. It has come to our attention that there is a group of Lodona loyal officers on Deep Space 5.=^= "I understand Sir," replied Edward. DS5 was close to Ivor Prime, in fact about half a day at the most away from it, "But we are just one starship." =^=I understand that Captain, however, DS5 would be extremely useful to both your mission and to our civil war on the whole. I need you to get weapons to the fifth column there and aid in the removal of the Commander of the station. The First Officer is loyal to our cause. Once that is done, it should be a relatively easy task. The difficult aspect will be in getting the weapons and personnel onboard, especially without being assaulted by the station. Intelligence reports that you'll have an excellent window over the next 5 days as there will be no scheduled ships arriving at the station. Be careful, but capture that station. Command out.=^= With that, the screen went blank and Edward felt a momentary shudder course through him. ~Time to assemble a team... wonderful. Talk about trial by fire.~  Edward contacted the helm from his office with course corrections. Immediately, the ship moved from its normal trajectory. He opened a comm link, "Wolfe to Ensigns Sullivan, LaQua, Frazier and Rhinehart. I need you in my ready room. Lieutenant Commander Mason, you should be here too. Immediately." With that, Edward sat back and waited for the onslaught. (Posted by Jeff) (USS Champlain – Bridge – COUNS – Ensign (JG) Olen Rhinehart – 0944) =^=Wolfe to Ensigns Sullivan, LaQua, Frazier and Rhinehart. I need you in my ready room. Lieutenant Commander Mason, you should be here too. Immediately.=^= Rhinehart started at the mention of his name. He looked across the empty central chair at the first officer with a question in his eyes, before standing tentatively and walking towards the ready room door where the others were gathering. He wasn't sure how much he could infer from the captain's tone of voice, but it didn't seem likely that they were going to a tea party. The group milled nervously for a moment, before the door chime was tripped. The door slid back and Rhinehart filed through with the others. (Posted by Noel) (USS Champlain – Bridge – FO – Lieutenant Commander Ulia Mason – 0956) Ulia had watched as Wolfe left the bridge and immediately shifted to the center seat. She was not amused. Ulia was more than happy being on her space station. Captain Adrianna had always taken a bigger interest in the diplomatic circles than actually taking care of the day to day running of the station. This mean that Ulia was virtually in charge most of the time. In some ways, becoming the FO of a starship was a demotion. Ulia knew, however, exactly why she was there. No other command class individuals of her rank were available. Still, she didn't care much for Wolfe. He was a maverick and ignored certain rules of procedure when it suited him. That had led him to take control of one of the investigations on her station without so much as a 'how do you do' several weeks ago. It was within his power, he was a commander at the time, still the bitterness of the moment still stung her. Ulia considered the stars around her and wondered what the communiqué was about. Mentally she relented her chastisement of Wolfe for an instant. ~Starship captains need to be a bit 'maverick' at times I suppose. Starbases are orderly compared to a ship that could be days, months or even years away form Starfleet Command. Still, he should try harder, he's Starfleet.~ Ulia's thoughts about this fact, and her distaste still for it, were interrupted a moment later by the Captain's voice. =^=Wolfe to Ensigns Sullivan, LaQua, Frazier and Rhinehart. I need you in my ready room. Lieutenant Commander Mason, you should be here too. Immediately.=^= ~So nice to be an afterthought... especially after Ensigns.~ Ulia thought bitterly. This had definitely shifted her thoughts about the captain away from his favour. Still she got up and looked over the Lieutenant Janeway, "The Bridge is yours Lieutenant," she stated as she traversed the bridge towards the ready room. Ulia glanced at the Vulcanesque looking tactical officer waiting at the door. "When he calls you in, it's generally immediate. Just walk in," stated Ulia entering the ready room. She was soon joined by the counsellor who had been sitting to the left of first the captain and then herself. She knew that the other officers summoned would join in due course as well. The Captain, himself, did not look overly pleased sitting behind his desk. On the view screen on the wall behind him was a plan of a deep space station. Ulia almost immediately was able to put two and two together, and she didn't like it. Wolfe motioned for the group to sit down, not looking up from his desk computer with the same frown permeating his face. (Posted by Jeff) (USS Champlain - Captain's Ready Room, ATAC/ASC Ensign JG T'Larah Sullivan  -0957) "When he calls you in, it's generally immediate. Just walk in," stated Ulia entering the ready room. "I was unaware that was a standing order, thank you sir." she said curtly and walked in standing a respectful distance leaving the seats for others, until she saw the Captain motion toward the chairs indicating that those he summoned should sit down. She did so and noticed the XO looking at a screen behind the CO.  Looking herself she saw the deck plans for Deep Space 5.    ~I hadn't included the station on any of my simulations! Oh-no.~ she thought but showed none of the panic on her face that she felt at that thought.   ~The Crewman will be able to adapt though, of that I'm sure.~ she thought calming her self.  A few Ideas of how to proceed where already going through her mind.   ~Just wait for the mission, calm down.~   Captain Wolfe continued to study the screen intently.   (Posted by Todd) [END COMPILE]