Mission:  Supernatural.  Day: 5 
Mission:  Past, Present…Future?  Day: 3 
Stardate:  2407.07.04 

 (U.S.S. Dennison, Bridge, Ensign (JG) Chance Temerarious, 1105)

=^=U.S.S. Dennison, this is F.M.V. Stellar Pilgrim requesting to come along side for the transfer of one ensign, some heavy cargo & raw materials, and a ‘hand to hand’ item.=^=
            As Chance heard the message coming in, he looked up at the screen and smiled. On the screen he saw one of his old friends and a Denobulan in a Starfleet uniform wearing the same rank Chance was “Chuck Tamblyn, It’s nice to see you’re still alive.”  He said to the civilian ship’s captain.  “Who’s this?” Chance finished saying, pointing to the ensign.
Playfully putting his arm around Trysdon “This is Ensign J.G. Trysdon; your new engineer” responded Chuck.
“Mr. Trysdon, I’m afraid your going to have to hit the ground running; we’re gonna beam you from your location strait to engineering over here and you are to report to Ms. Darsons; so just bring what you can carry and will get the rest later.”  Temerarious told the new arrival.

(Reply Trysdon)
Turning and nodding his head at Maria Rios, who was manning the ops station; Trysdon vanished from beside Tamblyn on the screen.  “We have him and he is in engineering now sir.” Rios reported.
All Chance managed to say was “Very well” then over the speakers he heard =^=West to Bridge, we need to come to a complete stop, we have to take the warp engines off-line for the moment; Impulse, for the moment if fine. =^=
Just before Trevan finished speaking Chuck spoke up saying “From the looks of it, you’re getting to be pretty busy.  I’m heading for the starbase and I’ll be there for about a week.  Hope to see you there.”
Chance turned his attention back toward the main screen smiling, thinking of all the (mis)adventures he and his friend had had together over the years; and said “Helm, all stop.”

(Reply Night)

            Once the engines stopped Temerarious felt ill and noticed that neither Chuck Tamblyn or his ship, the Stellar Pilgrim, were on the screen.  Tapping his COMM badge “Captain, You need to come to the Bridge.”

(Reply Davis)

As the skipper entered the bridge, Chance started giving his report before she even called for it.  Once he finished his report and she nodded her head in acknowledgement, Temerarious returned to his station and started running diagnostics on his equipment in an attempt to find out what had just happened.



(USS Dennison, Brig, Ensign jg Sanok, 1106)


=^= "Bridge to Sanok.  Please compile a report of all data 
regarding our
prisoner's activities.  If you are having trouble retrieving 
information,
see Ensign Bracken for that, she can help." =^=

"Yes, sir," said Sanok.

Sanok wasn't sure what to make of the order from the XO. 
Darsons wasn't talking, but what could Bracken do to help? 
Perhaps there was some super-secret interrogation in the 
science lab he didn't know about.  Sanok chuckled at the 
thought.

"CSO Bracken, please report to the brig."

Sanok sat in his chair, watching the prisoner, an expression 
of hatred on her face.

(Reply Bracken)
(Posted by Robert Brown)


USS Dennison – CSO's Office – CSO Bracken – 1107)

=/\= CSO Bracken, please report to the brig.=/\=

Dale looked up from her desk in semi-surprise at the call. As CSO she
generally worked with most areas on the ship, the brig however, was
not one of the more common ones. She recognised the voice as that of
Ens Sanok, the new ATAC, but she was ashamed to admit that she hadn't
had time to introduce herself properly as yet, this was obviously an
opportunity to get to know him.

"Acknowledged, I'm on my way down. Bracken out."

She stood up from her desk, and made her way to the turbolift, all the
time wondering what this could be regarding.

(USS Dennison – Brig – CSO Bracken – 1110)

Dale walked into the area of the brig where Sanok was currently
working, to discover that it was by the cell occupied by Darsons, who
shot her a look of poison as she walked into the room.

"Ensign Sanok, we haven't met properly I don't think, how can i help?"

(Reply Sanok)

"Dale, please, or just 'D', I've got no intention of stumbling over
'Ensign Sanok' so I certainly don't expect you to trip over CSO or
'Ensign Bracken." She smiled gently as she spoke. "Anyway, i
interrupted you, what do you need me to do?"

(Reply Sanok)
(posted by Mark)




(USS Dennison – Brig – Ensign jg Sanok – 1111)

"Ensign Sanok, we haven't met properly, I don't think.  How 
can i help?"

"Ensign Bracken, thank you for coming," said Sanok.

"Dale, please, or just, D.  I've got no intention of 
stumbling over
Ensign Sanok, so I certainly don't expect you to trip over 
CSO or
Ensign Bracken.  Anyway, I interrupted you.  What do you 
need me to do?"-

Sanok nodded at Dale's request for informality.  "I'm sure 
you heard about the arrest of Engineer Darsons.  I have 
questioned her, but have not received any answers. 
Commander West suggested that I summon you here for 
assistance.  I'm not sure why.  Is there anything you can do 
to coax some answers from Darsons?

(Reply Bracken)
(Posted by Robert Brown)








(U.S.S. Dennison, Bridge, Ensign (JG) Chance Temerarious, 1112)
 
The captain had been sitting in the command chair starring at the main viewer when Commander West entered the bridge.  Chance was working diligently at his station when he heard the skipper ask for the status.  Temerarious couldn’t help himself from thinking ~our status is that we’re totally F#&ed~.  With a simple “Unknown” Trevan’s response was much more professional that what Chance would have said to the captain, no matter how cute her butt was.




(USS Dennison – Brig – Ensign jg Sanok – 1113)

Bracken said, "That’s weird.  Look at this.  The main 
database has been altered.  Can that be done?  As easily
as that?"

"Of course it can be done," said Sanok.  "I have learned, 
that if people can build or create something, someone else 
can find a way to exploit it.  However, in this case, 
exploiting the database, would be a very difficult thing to 
do.  It will take some work to trace who it was and how it 
was done."

(Reply Bracken)
(Posted by Robert Brown)





(USS Dennison – Brig – CSO Bracken & ATAC Sanok – 1114)

"Of course it can be done," said Sanok.  "I have learned, 
that if people can build or create something, someone else 
can find a way to exploit it.  However, in this case, 
exploiting the database, would be a very difficult thing to 
do.  It will take some work to trace who it was and how it 
was done."

"Okay." Dale replied. "Let's approach it from the other way. 
We have our suspect, evidence to back  that up. Lets 
investigate her movements and compare them to moments where 
we know things were tampered with." She caught Sanok's 
glance. "I know that it will be a little ungainly, but this 
will be the only option I think. We do have a start 
actually. I know for a fact that one file" she pointed to
one in the list on the screen, "was placed somewhere that it 
had absolutely no place being, at a time where it couldn't 
have been placed. It contains all the old command codes for 
the Dennison, and was recovered... well," she stopped it was 
found anyway. So we compare the creation of this version of
the file with Ms. Darsons' movements and we'll have the 
beginning of something."

Sanok cocked his head and chuckled.  "By all means, go for it."

(USS Dennison – Brig – CSO Bracken & ATAC Sanok – 1230)

Dale moved back to the terminal that Sanok had been working 
at. She herself had moved to an ancillary terminal the other 
side of the room some time ago, but was now eager to find 
out how the evidence against Darsons was building.

"This is quite tedious," said Sanok.  "I must admit, that 
had I chosen to be a typical Vulcan and purge my emotions, 
things would be going more smoothly."  He stretched.  "How 
are you doing on your end?"

Dale smiled at the half quip and nodded, "I think we're 
pretty much getting there, I've managed to wade through most 
of this, and we now have most of her movements. Some of this 
is... I don't know... really well covered up. Someone really 
knew what they were doing. It was Darsons. Each time that 
there was some kind of 'breach' Darsons was not at her duty 
post. Look."

Sanok studied the readout for a moment.  It was indeed very 
good work.

"Yet, there is that lack of physical evidence," said Sanok.

Dale nodded at the comment, "although we have no direct dna 
evidence, she was careful enough to avoid that. We have 
enough to prove that she was the only person on board who 
could have done any of this."

"The work you did to uncover all this was also very good, 
but better," said Sanok.

"Well," Dale said, turning away from her terminal and 
stretching herself, "I think that's more or less all that i 
can do. Anything else will come from the bits that you're 
just finishing off now. Want me to stick around?"

"No, that won't be necessary," said Sanok.  "You put me on 
the path, now I just need to put the finishing touches on 
it.  I'll compile the report and get it to the XO.  Thank 
you, Dale."

(Reply None)
(Posted by Mark & Bob)











 (U.S.S. Dennison, Bridge, Ensign (JG) Chance Temerarious, 1146)

             After running scans and diagnostics for the better part of an hour, Temerarious was starting to feel helpless, and he hated it.  West and Davis carried on a conversation at West’s station, and after wards Chance noticed that the stardate on his console jumped forward almost five month, by his count.
“Tactical, what have you got for me?" Chance heard Trevan ask.
After listening to Divay’s report about a single shuttle;
"That would be the shuttle from the Nimitz with our new officer, clear him to Shuttlebay one if you wouldn't mind; and tell him to meet me there once he is aboard please." Chance listened to West say, and was amazed at how the commander just took the time jump in stride.
  Before Trevan stepped into the turbo-lift, Temerarious caught up to him “Sir, if I may, it might be a good idea to have Sanok or Divay take a security down there with you just in case.” Chance said.

(Reply West, any in earshot)

          As he stood outside the lift as West entered it “Well sir, we did just vanish for a few months and then magically returned for starters.  Let’s be honest, a lot of things could have changed.” He said.

(Reply West)

 Holding the lift doors open, Chance reasoned “If something does go wrong, you’ve got the folks on hand to take care of the situation.  If everything checks out then just tell him that a plot was discovered that members of the crew were going to attempt to steal the Dennison and hand her over to Deonitz’s forces to be used against the 52nd; and that the security team is there for his protection.”

(Reply West, any in earshot)

 As Trevan spoke all Chance could think of was ~Tell them the truth; and they won’t believe it. ~ Temerarious smirked as he remembered how much he got paid by Colonel D’Rajavon to lead a group of mercenaries to steal the Dennison and deliver her to Bajor.  Chance’s big concern was how to tell the ship’s command that he, and 20 of his band, wish to militarily defect from Deonitz’s forces and either stay with the 52nd or start new lives elsewhere in the Federation after this bloody civil war is over.  Then the other question was how to get rid of the rest of his band without alerting anyone in authority.

 

(Reply all)

(Posted by Charlie Raschen)



Nimitz Mission: Blood of Angels 
Day 2
Stardate: 2407.07.04 


(Runabout Rapier – Cockpit  – Dennison 1st Officer – Lt. Commander Eric V. McDermott -2331) 

Eric finished his checklist and then reaching forward he called in for clearance. "Bridge this is the Rapier requesting launch clearance." 
In a moment the response came back, =^=You are cleared for departure Commander.=^= There was a brief pause and then, =^=Good luck sir!=^= 
Eric keyed up the launch sequence and in moments he had left the Nimitz's shuttle bay behind and with a deft flip of the runabout he was flashing over the surface of the Sovereign class starship. As he passed the bridge he responded with, "Luck is not a factor Nimitz. See you in Sector 001. Rapier out." 
As he moved through the Task Force that was forming up for the final assault, he took some time to look over the fleet. Hundreds of warships had assembled for the attack on the Mars Defense Perimeter. Intelligence had already picked up reports that forces loyal to the usurper Doenitz were taking up defensive positions and readying to hold off the attack. In a matter of days, one way or another the beginning of the final act of this war would begin. 
=^=Rapier this is flag. You are ordered to pass within transport distance of the flagship to receive an additional officer transferring to the USS Dennison.=^= 
McDermott changed course and responded with, "Rapier acknowledges. I will be within range in thirty-seven seconds." 
McDermott only spared a moment's glance at the USS Boudicca as the Rapier flashed past it and watched his instruments until they confirmed that he had received his additional passenger. 
"Flag this is Rapier, transport complete."
=^=Flag acknowledges Rapier. Good luck.=^=
McDermott did not bother to give the same response to the flagship that he did to the Nimitz's watch officer and simply concentrated on setting a course to rendezvous with the USS Dennison. Just as he was activating the small vessels' warp drive he heard the entrance of the officer he had just brought aboard. 
Turning he was more than a little surprised that he recognized the officer. It was the Vulcan officer that he had just a few short hours earlier conversed with at the party that was currently still going on aboard the Boudicca. 
Ensign T'vel looked at him and something in her eyes told him she was equally surprised to see him as she said, "Good evening again Lt. Commander. Congratulations on your new posting." 
McDermott nodded and gestured for her to take a seat in the co-pilots seat saying, "Thank you Ensign, I wasn't aware that you were the other officer transferring to the Dennison." 
She nodded and said, "I've been awaiting transport for three days now, and your posting has been the first chance I've had to transfer to my new post." 
Eric nodded and said, "Well we are on course for our rendezvous at Warp 5 so for the moment there is nothing more to do then sit back and relax." 
T'vel nodded and after a moment said, "Certainly sir but I'm sure we could come up with more…interesting things to do on this trip." 
For some reason T'vel's words brought a highly inappropriate and highly improbable idea of what to do with their time to McDermott's mind. What was more surprising was that it was almost what it seemed that she was inferring! 
Turning to her he noted that her eyes never wavered as she looked at him and they at least gave nothing away. But it almost…almost looked as if she had a slight smile playing about the edges of her lips! Swallowing he said, "I'm open to suggestions Ensign, what did you have in mind?" 
"Well sir," she said after a moment. "We could continue with the conversation that was interrupted aboard the Boudicca. I found the information on your upbringing in a boarding school most enlightening." 
McDermott nodded and picked up where he had left off with an immense feeling of relief…and disappointment.

(reply none)
(Posted by Kenneth Thacker)








Mission:  Supernatural.  Day: 7 
Mission:  Past, Present…Future?  Day: 5
Stardate:  2407.07.05

 
 
(USS Dennison, Sickbay Sideroom 1,Dr Nymes, 0859)
 
Nymes lay back as the EMH looked him over. It really was too much, the balding, spritely fellow was a fixture of the Starfleet vessels for years, and his bedside mannerisms were painfully disjointed. Better than the Mk 1, but still.
 
It was the way the hologram kept looking over to the security guard stationed in the corner of the room, hand on the phaser.
 
Medically, Nymes was still feeling the temporal effects. The events of the flashback had killed his memories of his previous lifetimes - only those that Lewis Gemill remembered of them remained. It was like his entire genetic memory had been erased.
 
~But I know I used to have seven lifetimes~
 
Ele Night had been allowed a brief visit, though she left in a rush when she saw the security guard looking at her as if she were a suspect. Not that Lewis thought she had the slightest involvement - Dee had put his mind at rest on that - but Nymes was definitely in a convalescent period - he would take the day off, and relax - if the guard would let him.
 
Safe in the knowledge that any medical emergencies could be dealt by a recently repaired, hugely damaged EMH.

~Yeah. It'll be a slow day~
 
 
(reply any post arrest)
(posted by GC)




(USS Dennison, Bridge, Commander Trevan West, 0900)
 
    With the Dennison still under impulse power, they were crawling towards Starbase. It had taken them nearly a full day to travel from the telescope, Trevan wrapped his knuckles on the chair in frustration, "Damn it!," he said to no-one in particular.
"Engineering, this is the Bridge. When can I have warp drive back, I would like to reach Starbase before I turn fifty."
    =/\= This is Darsons in Engineering sir. Warp drive will be on-line within twenty minutes, but I suggest we take it slow. I can give you warp 4 until we re-align the plasma." she replied.
    "I'll take anything at this point, West out."
Trevan turned towards the Captain, "Sir, permission to leave the Bridge?" he asked, "I have some business to take care of before we arrive."
    "Very well Commander, permission granted," was the Captain's reply.
 
 
 
(USS Dennison, Personal Office, Commander Trevan West, 0910)
    
    With the door fully secured, Trevan went about bringing up his entire computer database. In a matter of moments he had access to all of the data collected so far in this mission. He remembered before being beamed out of Engineering that he had noticed a data block that looked familiar. "Computer, bring up data block zero-nine-alpha."
    The computer replied and displayed a screen filled with numbers, "Now, load the database from the Sub-space telescope and compare."
    It took almost three minutes for the computer to give him an answer. The data was identical, whomever tampered with the array, also tampered with the visual logs from Sickbay.
    Trevan didn't like the looks of it.
    Then a light went on in his brain, "Computer!" he said almost frantically, "Show me the sensor data log from the warp core breach on the USS Beowulf."
    Again, the data came up on the screen. It was an identical match in every way, which meant only one thing. Someone not only sabotaged the Beowulf's warp core, but also set-up the Doctor and tampered with the telescope and he knew exactly who it was.
    "West to Security, take Lt. Darsons into custody and place her in the Brig now!"
 
(reply Divay, any)
(posted by Kerry Fletcher)







(USS Dennison, Outside Engineering, Ensign jg Sanok, 0915)

Before entering engineering, Sanok stopped to brief the 
three security personnel that were with him.

"Remember, we want this done with as little trouble as 
possible, and as little shooting as possible.  Darsons may 
choose to fight, and she also may have allies.  I will 
approach her.  Ch'Mok, you will be with me.  Smith will 
guard the entrance and Vick, you watch our backs.  Any 
questions?"

"The sooner we get this traitorous p'tak into the brig, the 
better," spat Ch'Mok.

"I agree, Mr. Ch'Mok," said Sanok.  "Okay, let's go."

Sanok led the security team into engineering, moving 
directly to where the computer had told them Darsons was: 
near the warp core.  Ignoring the stares and hushed whispers 
from the engineering personnel, Sanok and Ch'Mok stopped 
near her.

"Lieutenant Darsons." said Sanok in a firm tone.

"What is it?  I'm busy," said Darsons, as she kept her eyes 
on the console she was working on.

"Lieutenant Darsons," said Sanok, more firmly.  He could 
sense the tension increasing in the room.

"I said, wh-," said Darsons, as she turned to face Sanok. 
Briefly, her face showed fear, but it was gone as quickly as 
it had appeared.  "What is it, Ensign?  I have a lot of work 
to do."

"By order of Commander West, I am placing you under arrest. 
  Please turn around, place your hands on the console, and 
spread your feet apart."

"Arrest?  What's the meaning of this?" demanded Darsons.

Sanok could see out of the corner of his eye, that Ch'Mok 
was becoming impatient.

"Do as I have instructed you, now, or Crewman Ch'Mok will do 
it for you."  Sanok glared directly into Darsons' eyes.

Darsons kept her cool and stared back.  "You really don't 
want to do this."

"Ch'Mok," said Sanok.  "Take the lieutenant into custody."

Ch'Mok grunted and moved toward Darsons.  As he was about to 
grab her, Darsons blazed into action far more quickly than 
Sanok would have thought possible.  From somewhere in her 
uniform, she produced a knife and slashed Ch'Mok across the 
neck.  Blood spatter covered her, the console, and the 
floor.  Nearby engineering personnel scattered.  In a 
continuous motion, Darsons swung the blade at Sanok.

Instinctively, Sanok blocked the attack, but before he could 
counterattack, he heard the short burst of a phaser on stun. 
  Darsons grunted and collapsed to the floor, unconscious. 
Vick had done his job.

"Vick, put Darsons in restraints and take her to the brig!" 
shouted Sanok.  He dropped to his knees and placed one hand 
firmly on the wound on Ch'Mok's neck.  With the other, he 
tapped his comm badge.

"Computer, emergency medical transport to sickbay!"

As he and Ch'Mok were taken by the transporter beam, Sanok 
could see Ch'Mok looking at him.  He was angry for allowing 
Darsons to get the drop on him.

"Do not be concerned, Ch'Mok, you won't be seeing Sto-vo-kor 
today," said Sanok.

(Reply Medical)
(Posted by Robert Brown)



(USS Dennison, Sickbay Sideroom 1, 0916)

=/\=Computer, emergency medical transport to sickbay!=/\=

"Do not be concerned, Ch'Mok, you won't be seeing Sto-vo-kor 
today," said Sanok.

Nymes heard the voice from outside the door, and just walked through, no time for the security guard, as the EMH flickered once again and died a holographic death - Sammy's holo-repairs needed some work it seemed.
 
The scene was one for the horror movies of ancient earth.
 
A vulcan was pressing on a klingon's neck, the latter having been stabbed. Blood was everywhere.
 
~The Captain isn't going to like that on the cream carpets in here...~
 
Nymes sprang into action.
 
"Ensign, biobed 1, now. Sickbay Crashed. Blue." He ordered, the computer running the orders onto the rest of the protocol; all secondary sickbays were activated for any mass-cas alerts, all first aid trained personnel bleeped to station, and the crash nurses RTB'd.
 
"I need a Vasc-kit. Preferably yesterday." Nymes asked of the two returning nurses, both had been running. "Don't look at me like that, Alison - I may be under investigation but I think we all agree that this guy needs us more than I need the eyebrows raised at me."
 
Nymes turned to the vulcan security officer. "Hold that on." he said, indicating to Sanok to keep the pressure on as Nymes worked to cut the uniform away. "and now tell me whats happened?"
 
(reply Sanok)
 
Nymes listened to the history. Someone had assaulted the man with a knife, but it was a naive order to assume that it wasn't a possibility. Doenitz officers, especially the engineering spy-types, seemed to have 2 things in common: Murderous psychosis, and trying to destroy Nymes' career.
 
"And then what?" He asked, as he ordered  the nurses "I need central lines and fluids. Standard K-bags."
 
(reply Sanok)
 
"So I see. Sickbay to the Bridge. Sickbay is Crashed, EMH offline. All qualified personnel should be on station, standard kits. Redirects to 2ndary sickbay as protocol. Commander West & security to Sickbay, stat."
 
Nymes saw his own guards body stiffen at that order. "Crewman Walker, we have had an attempted murder on our hands. We have been timetravelling, we have had all manner of spies and moles in our midst, so lets not argue about how there probably isn't someone else trying to kill us. Porthells did... and now look at your coworker here... Stand by your station, and use your valid codes to lock sickbay down."
 
(reply Sanok)
 
Nymes finished placing the left central line, and started the fluids running. "No, don't move your hands, ensign. You are being a damn good first aider here. Damn that knife cut; lacerated the jugular on the right... What's the BP?"
 
"Bleeding out, 4 litres gone, replaced one litre through and through. Running unit 2. BP 76/30, Tachy at 160."
 
~and thats not normal for a fiery klingon. damn this to hell.
 
"We need to get the bleeding sorted. Computer, run EMH-Nymes backup Thirty Four alpha."
 
"Please state the nature of the medical emergency?" the EMh appeared.
 
"Knife wound, lacerated right Jugular, klingon patient." Nymes stated, running the required fields into the hologram.
 
"So I see, Where is the current CMO of ship."
 
"Right here, prepping for surgery. Run Anaesthetic protocol K-1"
 
And the EMh backup suddenly changed to an anaesthetist, and took over the care of  airway, where Nymes had been standing for 10 minutes, letting him scrub in for the operation.
 
(reply Sanok, West)
 
(USS Dennison, Sickbay , Dr Nymes , 1045)
 
Alison had scrubbed in, her colleague having preprepped the klingon for the surgery. Sanok was finally relieved of his compression job.
 
(reply Sanok)
 
Nymes was working at controlling the bleeding. It had been an hour since the operation had started, and it was worse than he had thought possible. Ch'Mok's windpipe had been cut, and every breath was whistling impending doom. The jugular wasn't a huge problem once he had started, but the major artery carrying blood to his head was gaping open, and blood had collected around his neck, adding to the windpip problems. Ch'Mok had been given 20 units of blood, so far, and still the blood loss was severe - he probably needed another 10. The EMH had done a great job so far, but he flickered in and outof view repeatedly as the holoemitters failed.
 
~but this doesn't look good.~
 
"I need a tex graft for the windpipe; we are going to have to go the old fashioned way to repair this, theres no way a regenerator will heal this properly; and any mistakes with it would be fatal. The graft is good enough as a stopgap."
 
The EMH bustled off to get it, leaving the room with the Trill, the Vulcan, and the Klingon.

(Reply Sanok, West)
(Posted by GC)



(USS Dennison, Sickbay Sideroom 1, 0917)

    As Trevan entered Sickbay he could see that the EMh backup suddenly changed to an anaesthetist, and took over the care of  airway, where Nymes had been standing for 10 minutes, letting him scrub in for the operation.
"I'm here Doctor, and I am a little pressed for time. What is it that you require?"
 
(reply Nymes)
 
    "Very well, I will see to it. However, Ensign Sanok can and will assist you in any security matters. I will be in touch," and with that, Trevan left the room in a huff.
The doors to Sickbay closed behind him and he headed full steam to the Bridge via the nearest Turbolift. 'Damn it, am I needed for everything here?' he thought as the lift began its climb to the Bridge.
 
 
 (USS Dennison, Sickbay Sideroom 1, Dr Nymes, 0918)

"I'm here Doctor, and I am a little pressed for time. What is it that you require?"
 
Nymes was shocked at West's apparent indifference to the situation. The blood was everywhere in the Sickbay, it wasn't exactly someone would miss.
 
"Well, I need my access codes reinstated so I can get the drugs dispensed, officially."
 
"Very well, I will see to it. However, Ensign Sanok can and will assist you in any security matters. I will be in touch," 
 
"Good." Nymes returned to getting ready for the surgery.
 
(reply none)
(posted by GC)





(USS Dennison, Bridge, Commander Trevan West, 0922)
 
    "Helm, engage at warp four. Previous heading to Starbase."
 
 
 
(reply any)
(Posted by Kerry Fletcher)




(USS Dennison, Bridge, Commander Trevan West, 0925)
 
    Trevan was pacing like a caged Targ at the back of the Bridge, going over in his mind what had just transpired down in Engineering.
"Mister Divay, join me in the conference room please."
 
(reply Divay)
 
 
(USS Dennison, Conference Room, Commander Trevan West, 0926)
 
    When the doors slid shut behind Divay, Trevan turned to face him. "Ash," he said informally, "I am putting you back on full security and tactical status as of now."
 
(reply Divay)
 
    "No problem," he replied, "Also, I want you to personally take charge of the Darsons investigation. I would like to, but as it's a total conflict of interest, I cannot."
 
(reply Divay)
 
    The two looked at each other of a moment in silence, "I want her treated like any other criminal. When we arrive at Starbase, see to it that she is placed in their maximum security holding cell, talk to their JAG officer and convene a hearing."
 
(reply Divay)
 
    Trevan nodded, "Yes, I am willing to testify to her character."
 
 
(Reply Divay)
 
(USS Dennison, Bridge, Commander Trevan West, 0935)
 
    The stars slipped past the view screen at tremendous speed, "Helm, you are clear to push it to warp seven."
 
 
(Reply any)
(Posted by Kerry Fletcher)








(Runabout Rapier – Cockpit  – 1st Officer – Lt. Commander Eric V. McDermott -1103) 

 

McDermott's thoughts were interrupted by a flash of red and a beep on the screen in front of him. Bringing up the display he looked over the information briefly and then keyed the little ships intercom saying, "T'vel please come to the cockpit." 

In moments the Ensign had arrived and Eric felt a brief flash of envy, wishing he could climb out of bed looking as fresh and alert as the Vulcan officer did. At her questioning look he said, "We have a problem." 

As she settled into her seat there was another beep and when Eric keyed it saying, "We're being hailed."

=^=Rebel ship this is the Federation Runabout Hathor, you are ordered to shut down and prepare for boarding. This will be your only warning you have thirty seconds to comply.=^= 

McDermott said, "I have three targets on screen Ensign, please scan them I'd like to know what we're up against." 

T'vel complied immediately and after a moment said, "Sir I'm reading three Danube class Runabouts, IFF shows them to be a part of Doenitz forces. All three are showing various degrees of battle damage, I believe they may have been recently involved in a skirmish and withdrew to affect repairs." 

After a brief pause as she coaxed more information out of her sensors, "One appears to be leaking a minute amount of drive plasma, the others are showing various levels of hull damage." 

McDermott nodded and said, "Going to emergency Warp. Let's see if we can lose them, otherwise we'll have to fight." 

T'vel looked at him and said, "Even in there present condition our chances of surviving combat against three other Runabouts is approximately twenty-six percent." 

McDermott nodded and said, "All the more reason to avoid a standup fight unless we have no other choice."

 

(Reply None)

(posted by Kenneth Thacker)



(USS Dennison, Bridge, Commander Trevan West, 1104)
 
    The stars slipped past the view screen at tremendous speed, "Helm, you are clear to push it to warp seven."
He said, though they were still at least twelve hours away at their present speed.
    "Bridge to Sanok, please compile a report of all data regarding our prisoners' activities. If you are having trouble retrieving information see Ensign Bracken for that, she can help."
 
(reply Sanok)
 
    "Understood, West out."
"Commander," said the assistant communications officer, "Starfleet is requesting that we proceed to sector 3494. They are detecting weapons fire and would like us to investigate."
    Trevan shook his head, "Put them on the viewer."
The image of the stars winked out and the image of a Starfleet Admiral appeared.
    "Admiral." was his stunted reply.
The Admiral merely blinked a moment, "Dennison, you are ordered to investigate weapons fire in sector 3494. I know it's out of your way and I know you are in bad shape, but you are still the closest capable ship."
    "Admiral, with all due respect, the Dennison is still at least seven hours away at present speed. By the time we get there, whatever was fighting will be long gone."
    "Understand your condition Dennison, proceed as ordered."
    "Aye sir. Dennison out," and with that the image of the Admiral was again replaced by the image of the warp stars, "Helm, lay in a course for sector 3494."
    "Chance, see if you can inquire with someone in Engineering about getting us a little more speed please."
 
(reply Chance)
 
    "Mister Divay, take us to yellow alert."
 
 
(reply ALL)
(Posted by Kerry Fletcher)



(U.S.S. Dennison, Bridge, Ensign (JG) Chance Temerarious, 1105)

 

"Chance, see if you can inquire with someone in Engineering about getting us a little more speed please."

 

“I’m on it Commander” Temerarious said as he started putting the communication through.

 

“Engineering this is the Bridge; can we muster up anymore speed out of this tub?”

 

(Reply Trysdon)

 

“Copy that, I’ll pass the message on.” Chance said to the new engineer, ending the discussion.  Turning in his chair to face Commander West “Sir, engineering basically said that when they can give you more, they’ll call up here and let you know that you can have it.”

 

(Reply Trysdon)

(Posted by Charlie Raschen)






(USS Dennison, Bridge, Commander Trevan West, 1910)
 
    The Dennison, currently running on Yellow Alert, slowed to full impulse as it entered the sector of space it was ordered to. 
"Full impulse to the target location, go to Red Alert. Full scans, I want to see what it out there."
    The helm replied and the ship made a graceful bank to port and started heading towards their target location.
The sensors had reported that there was at least two ships near a nearby gas giant.
    "Tactical, standby to take action. Time to intercept?" asked West.
The helm responded, "Ten minutes and thirty seconds sir."
    "Very well."
 
 
(reply any)
(posted by Kerry Fletcher)




USS Dennison, Bridge, ACONN Ens.sg Elenor Night, 1916)
 
Ele stepped onto the bridge with the sounding of the red alert klaxon, stepping up to the CONN station she had vacated a whole 10 hours previiously. She was finally refreshed and happy after so long in between laughter and sadness at the absurdity of her friends arrest for treason.
 
"Sir," she said, acknowledging West's command. "We have two contacts at our coordinates, running at low warp, Sensors show weapons damage on the lead craft..."
 
[...beep...]
 
"And we are being hailed."
 
=/\=USS Dennison this is Lt. Commander Eric V. McDermott aboard the Runabout Rapier approaching your position with transferring officers. We have been engaged with Doenitz forces and are currently being pursued. We are requesting your assistance at this time=/\=
 
(reply any)
(posted by GC)





(Runabout Rapier – Cockpit  – 1st Officer – Lt. Commander Eric V. McDermott -1917) 

 

The Rapier was battered, it's hull scarred in numerous places and its shields were down to forty-two percent. Despite all of that it had yet to suffer any critical damage. 
McDermott had been forced to turn and fight four hours previously; he had taken advantage of a nearby-uninhabited star system and had dropped out of warp in the systems main asteroid belt. In a wild hit and run battle that had lasted less than ten minutes the Rapier, dodging asteroids the size of mountains and enemy runabouts alike, had succeeded in destroying one of the already damaged Doenitz runabouts that were pursuing them before escaping again into high warp. 
Just over an hour previously Eric had again been forced to drop out of warp in yet another small star system to face the pursuers that were snapping at his heels. This time he had used a convenient gas giant and in a close orbit maneuver he had used the planets gravity well to slingshot the Rapier back into the faces of her pursuers. Surprise and luck was with them and yet another Doenitz craft dropped out of the chase, this time crippled instead of destroyed. 
McDermott knew that he'd pushed his luck to the limit. While the Rapier had yet to suffer critical damage the hours long chase at high warp with no chance to slow down or even bring the little ships shields back up to full strength was beginning to work against them. A final confrontation with the remaining pursuer was just as likely to see them destroyed or disabled as it would the remaining pursuer. Even worse they had picked up communications from the remaining runabout requesting assistance, a request that had been answered. 
T'vel spoke at that moment interrupting Eric's thoughts, "Enemy ship will be in range in three minutes and twenty seconds." 
Eric nodded but said nothing. Another flash on the screen in front of him caused him to lean forward and in a moment he sat back and said, "The Dennison is moving into sensor range. Please open a hailing frequency Ensign." 
T'vel worked the panel in front of her for a moment and then said, "Hailing frequencies open sir."
McDermott adjusted their course a bit and then said, "USS Dennison this is Lt. Commander Eric V. McDermott aboard the Runabout Rapier approaching your position with transferring officers. We have been engaged with Doenitz forces and are currently being pursued. We are requesting your assistance at this time." 

(Reply: Any as Needed)

(Posted By: Ken Thacker)



(U.S.S. Dennison, Bridge, Ensign (JG) Chance Temerarious, 1918)

 

=/\=USS Dennison this is Lt. Commander Eric V. McDermott aboard the Runabout Rapier approaching your position with transferring officers. We have been engaged with Doenitz forces and are currently being pursued. We are requesting your assistance at this time=/\=

 

“Commander, the Rapier is inside an asteroid field.  I wouldn’t recommend taking the Dennison into that.  May I suggest that Night, Divay, and I take the Star Hawk; fly into the field to pick them up and try to tow their ship back with us?” Chance recommended.

 

(Reply West, any)

(Posted by Charlie Raschen)




(U.S.S. Dennison, Bridge, Ensign (SG) Ele Night, 1919)

 
“Commander, the Rapier is inside an asteroid field.  I wouldn’t recommend taking the Dennison into that.  May I suggest that Night, Divay, and I take the Star Hawk; fly into the field to pick them up and try to tow their ship back with us?” Chance recommended.
"Chance," she replied. "The Hawk is still in refit - the Topaz was top of the refit list, we need starbase repairs for the 'Hawk. The Topaz isn't exactly ready either... but its the most ready we've got."


(Reply, Chance West, any)

(Posted by GC)




(U.S.S. Dennison,Flight Ops, EO/CPO Sammy Ulston 1920)

 

Sammy was feeling pretty damn good. The Doctor had done his work, despite his traitorous leanings, and hell, he was back at work already, even if he was working with the apprenctices.

 

The Topaz refit was all bar the manuveuring thrusters done. The Shields and weapons were running at 100% for parts, even if the pilot interface was slow.

 

The Hawk was progressing, but slightly more slowly; the apprentices had been stumped by some of the more... exotic components of the Hawk. But it was space worthy, even if the weapons were a little patchy; the controls were more reliable than the Topaz, even if she was less sturdy (at the moment) in a fight.

 

As for the rest of the shuttles, none of them were ready for space flight, after being cannabalised for the Hawk and Topaz.

 

Still, he mused, it didn't look like they were going to be used soon, and the starbase was only a few light years away.

 

(reply any)

(posted by GC)

 

(Reply West, any)

(Posted by Charlie Raschen)





(U.S.S. Dennison, Bridge, Ensign (JG) Chance Temerarious, 1921)

 

 

“Commander, the Rapier is inside an asteroid field.  I wouldn’t recommend taking the Dennison into that.  May I suggest that Night, Divay, and I take the Star Hawk; fly into the field to pick them up and try to tow their ship back with us?” Chance recommended.

 

"Chance," she replied. "The Hawk is still in refit - the Topaz was top of the refit list, we need starbase repairs for the 'Hawk. The Topaz isn't exactly ready either... but its the most ready we've got."

 

"That's fine, but we need to go in something that has weapons and somekind of towing ability to save those people; and we need to get underway immediately." Chance replied, as he started to get out of his chair while making a mental note to get with Terry Duke and have him finish repairs on the 'Hawk. Facing West "Sir?" Waiting for the man's decision.

 

(Reply West, any)

(Posted by GC)



U.S.S. Dennison - Bridge - CSO Bracken - 1921)


"Commander, the Rapier is inside an asteroid field.  I wouldn't recommend
taking the Dennison into that.  May I suggest that Night, Divay, and I
take the Star Hawk; fly into the field to pick them up and try to tow
their ship back with us?? Chance recommended.

"Chance," she replied. "The Hawk is still in refit - the Topaz was top of
the refit list, we need starbase repairs for the 'Hawk. The Topaz isn't
exactly ready either... but it's the most ready we've got."

"That's fine, but we need to go in something that has weapons and some
kind of towing ability to save those people; and we need to get underway
immediately." Chance replied, Sir?"

Dale hit the scanner as soon as she heard the exchange begin checking the
asteroid field.
"Confirm sir, the rapier is well inside there. There's no way that we'll
get the Dennison through without getting utterly destroyed. " She paused
in her delivery, her eyes flicking over the display as the display
changed.
"Okay...I've got a rough map of the field, it won't be more than 95%
accurate I'm afraid but it's being uploaded to the shuttle
database...now."

(Reply Chance/West)

Dale turned briefly back to the science station running her fingers over a
few key combinations, before turning back to the bridge.

"Okay, looks like the telemetry is back up and running well, what we could
do is run a live link from the sensors, through this station then to the
shuttle - it's going to take some doing but we can do it."

(reply Chance/West)

(posted by Mark)


(U.S.S. Dennison - Bridge - Commander Trevan West- 1922)


"Commander, the Rapier is inside an asteroid field.  I wouldn't recommend taking the Dennison into that.  May I suggest that Night, Divay, and I take the Star Hawk; fly into the field to pick them up and try to tow their ship back with us?? Chance recommended. 

"Chance," she replied. "The Hawk is still in refit - the Topaz was top of the refit list, we need starbase repairs for the 'Hawk. The Topaz isn't exactly ready either... but it's the most ready we've got."

"That's fine, but we need to go in something that has weapons and some kind of towing ability to save those people; and we need to get underway immediately." Chance replied, Sir?"
    Trevan thought about taking the Dennison in anyway, they needed full fire power, but before he could  take action, Bracken spoke up.

Dale hit the scanner as soon as she heard the exchange begin checking the asteroid field.

"Confirm sir, the rapier is well inside there. There's no way that we'll get the Dennison through without getting utterly destroyed. " She paused in her delivery, her eyes flicking over the display as the display changed.
"Okay...I've got a rough map of the field, it won't be more than 95% accurate I'm afraid but it's being uploaded to the shuttle database...now."
    "Well, it's the best you can do then I will take it. Chance, Ash, Night report to the shuttle bay." he ordered.
Trevan grabbed a seat at Chance's now vacant OPS station, "I'll monitor from here," he said.
    


Dale turned briefly back to the science station running her fingers over a few key combinations, before turning back to the bridge.

"Okay, looks like the telemetry is back up and running well, what we could do is run a live link from the sensors, through this station then to the shuttle - it's going to take some doing but we can do it."
    Trevan nodded, "Whatever it takes to get those people aboard Ensign. Whatever it takes."
Within moments, the live sensor link had been established, however it was still not ready to connect to the shuttle and they were still waiting for the three of them to get aboard.
    "West to Shuttle bay, Chance you're going to have to skip the pre-flight checks and just launch. We don't have the time. If you can't reach the crew, then beam them out of there using the emergency transporter."
 
(reply Shuttle)
 
(USS Dennison, Bridge, Commander Trevan West, 1935)
 
    With the sensor link established, they were ready for action. "Tactical, see if you can lay down cover fire for them if needed."
    Then turning his attention to Dale Bracken, "Ensign, their lives are in your hands now. You make the calls."
 
(Reply all)
(Posted by Kerry Fletcher)



(U.S.S. Dennison – Bridge – Ops Chance Temerarious - 1923)
                “Okay...I’ve got a rough map of the field; it won’t be more than 95%
Accurate I’m afraid but it’s being uploaded to the shuttle database...now.”
             "Well, it's the best you can do then I will take it.   Chance, Ash, Night report to the shuttle bay." West ordered.  Temerarious then saw Trevan sit down at the OPS station, "I'll monitor from here," Chance heard him say.
 Chance looked at Trevan and nodded his head in acknowledgement of his orders, then turned and looked at the science officer amazed “Rough; 95%, that’s fantastic.” Temerarious said quietly yet excitedly.  Anybody watching him would have been able to tell that he was anxious to get into action.
 Dale turned briefly back to the science station running her fingers over a few key combinations, before turning back to the bridge.
 “Okay, looks like the telemetry is back up and running well, what we could do is run a live link from the sensors, through this station then to the shuttle – it’s going to take some doing but we can do it.”
                Before stepping into the turbo-lift with Divay and Night, Chance walked up behind Dale as she sat in her chair, put his hand on her shoulder and quietly said into her ear “Ms. Bracken; I don’t know about anyone else; but anything you can do to help us out there, I greatly appreciate.  Thank you.” Then, without giving her an opportunity to respond, he entered the lift and the doors closed.


(Reply none)

(posted by Charlie Raschen)





(U.S.S. Dennison, Shuttle Bay, Ensign (JG) Chance Temerarious, 1924)

 

            =^=West to Shuttle bay, Chance you're going to have to skip the pre-flight checks and just launch. We don't have the time. If you can't reach the crew, then beam them out of there using the emergency transporter. =^=

 

As Temerarious listened, he couldn’t help but wonder why the commander didn’t contact Night; after all, she was the senior ranking person on this ‘little outing’.  As he looked at Night, Chance tapped his comm. Badge “Understood, Bridge” he said thinking ~maybe because we’re taking my ship. ~

 

(Reply None)

(Posted by Charlie Raschen)





(U.S.S. Dennison – Bridge – Ops Chance Temerarious - 1939)
 

Ele turned to the other two. "Gentlemen, a choice. Chance, can you do some field repairs on the Hawk? Asteroid fields and bad controls don't make me happy."

 

“Sure, as long as they put my tools back so I can find them.” Chance answered her, shrugging his shoulders.

 

"So we are agreed." The doors slid open, showing a scene of organised chaos, the shuttlebays were a hive of activity, with the CPO running to the turbolift.

 

"Sirs, Ma'am. Preflights are underway. Systems are red lining across both craft, they shouldn't be used, but they are the best we've got..."

 

"Understood, Chief. Stop preflight on Topaz, get back to repairs. I want a field kit for the Hawk, now." Night had instructed the NCO.

 

Smiling at his superior officer “You are really looking forward to getting a hold of her controls; aren’t you?” With, what appeared to Chance, a spring in her step toward his ship.

 

"Well, guys," she smiled, as she walked to the 'Hawk, "Let's go."

 

(Reply None)

(Posted by Charlie)









(USS Dennison, Bridge, Commander Trevan West- 1941)
 
    The viewer switched to an external view of the asteroid belt with a small shuttle moving towards it at high impulse. There was a battle, perhaps, going on in that field but it was too far away for the naked eye to see.
Sitting at the OPS station Trevan West monitored the situation, at the Science station Ensign Bracken was calling the shots through the sensor relay while Captain Davis sat and watched.
    "No weapon's fire detected as of yet," he announced to no-one in particular, "Dale, how is the shuttle?" he asked.
 
(reply Bracken)
 
    "Good, let's keep it that way," was Trevan's reply.
    "Open a channel to the shuttle," there was a pause as the channel was opened, "Shuttle, not to put too much pressure on you but this needs to be done fast. I don't want to take the Dennison into combat, so in and out. To save time, I am going to have the shuttle bay door kept open."
    "Helm, swing the Dennison around one hundred and eighty degrees."
The mighty ship spun on her axis presenting the shuttle bay towards the asteroid field, "Lay in a course for Starbase and engage at maximum allowable warp the moment the shuttle is in the bay."
 
 
(reply any)
(Posted by Kerry Fletcher)


(Star Hawk - Cockpit - Ops ENS (J.G.) Chance Temerarious - 1941)

 

"Terminating Preflight. Hawk to ShuttleOps, We are clear for immediate departure. Initiating sequence underway." Chance heard Night say.

 

“Ele, just remember; you don’t have to be gentle with her.  If you don’t show this bitch who is boss, the Star Hawk will kick your ass.” As he watched her reaction to what he said he continued “That is what Easy Ed told me the first time I flew her, and he was right. It was like riding a bucking bronco.”

 

And with the affirmation, they shot forward out of the shuttlebay, and towards the asteroid field. Dee had started talking Chance through the approach.

 

=/\=Okay...I've got you onscreen. Heading 224 mark 018, proceed 3 quarter impulse, we need to hurry, but some of these asteroids are quite close, and moving at quite a pace, we may need some maneuvering room =/\=

“Star Hawk copies; heading 224 mark 018 at ¾ impulse.” He responded while facing Night to make sure she heard the maneuvering order clearly from Bracken over the speaker in the cockpit.


=/\=Okay steady as she goes, I've got your back, but be careful out there.=/\=

Using a light sense of humor “I think Night will be glad to know that I’m not supposed to be the responsible adult then.” Chance said as he laughed, trying to lighten up the stress.

 

"I'm on it, Chance, headings are underway, 3/4 impulse, sir." Night said.  After all, West had put him in charge of the rescue. 

 

(Reply None)

(Posted by Charlie Raschen)





(USS Dennison - Bridge  - CSO Bracken  - 1942 )

"No weapon's fire detected as of yet," West announced, seemingly to no-one
in particular, "Dale, how is the shuttle?" he asked.

Dale didn't look away from the screen. If someone were to ask how she
felt, she would simply answer 'in the moment', and expect them to
understand what it was 'the moment' was. For no other reason than the
simple fact that if you had to ask, then there was no way that you could
possibly comprehend what it was. If she were forced to make an
explanation, she would possibly simply shrug, then say something like
'where information is flowing direct to your brain, which is making
decisions, that your hands or whatever are acting on, without the
conscious interruption of anything, or everything around you.' Dale would
perhaps then shrug again or chuckle and say 'or something like that, I
don't really know.'

"Shuttle is 80% the way there sir. If there's anything hidden in those
asteroids then there's no way that we can find them."  Dale paused,
hitting another seemingly random combination of keys, "things are getting
a little tight, some of these rocks are colliding at some velocity sir.
It's a little slower than I would have thought at the moment. That said
all systems 100%, no damage, no sign of hostiles, and no, repeat no delay
to the ETA on the Rapier."
"Good, let's keep it that way," West answered simply.
(reply any,none)
(posted by Mark)




(U.S.S. Dennison – Bridge – Ops Chance Temerarious - 1942)
 =^=Chance, this is Bracken; confirm status on telemetry feed through my station. =^=

 “We are receiving telemetry; do you have us on your screen?” Chance asked.  He was feeling strange commanding the Star Hawk and having someone else piloting the ship, but Night was doing a damn fine job flying the Hawk though.
 =^=Okay...I’ve got you onscreen. Heading 224 mark 018, proceed 3 quarter impulse, we need to hurry, but some of these asteroids are quite close, and moving at quite a pace, we may need some maneuvering room.=^=
 “Star Hawk copies; heading 224 mark 018 at ¾ impulse.” He responded while facing Night to make sure she heard the maneuvering order clearly from Bracken over the speaker in the cockpit.
 =^=Okay steady as she goes, I’ve got your back, but be careful out there. =^=
 (Reply None)
(Posted by Charlie Raschen)





(Star Hawk - CONN  - ACONN Night  - 1943 )

Ele was calm as normal, her pliot's reflexes subduing her usual friviolity, her experience on the Brillianthaving taught her to be professional when entering into the unknown. That said, she still had her sense of humour, despite the situation.
 
"How are the field repairs coming, boys?" she asked of Chance and Ash, both were working hard on the tactical systems to make them ready, if they needed to be.
 
"Hawk to Dennison, We are reading raised heavy metals in the asteroid field, unknown cause, may interfere with comms, suggest deflector uplink to increase bandwidth. The Target is 5 minutes away, looks dead in space."
 
=/\=Shuttle, not to put too much pressure on you but this needs to be done fast. I don't want to take the Dennison into combat, so in and out. To save time, I am going to have the shuttle bay door kept open=/\=
 
"Aye sir, Shuttle out." she said, snapping the comms off. "Guys, stand to, prepare for extreme manuveurs."
 
The Asteroid field was a challenge, but not one that Ele was unprepared for; the cadet squadrons regularly trained in the Sol Belt before the civil war, and she had had her experiences in a variety of crafts, and she enjoyed the sensation of piloting in such environments, even taking the gravity down to enjoy the astronautical experience. But she wouldn't today.
 
Ash piped up from the tactical readout, "Ele, two hits on scans, one dead in space, reading as our transponder target, one rounding, weapons charged." 
 
(reply Chance)
 
"Weapons online and charged, shields... well, don't get us hit, Ele." Ash returned.
 
Ele rolled her eyes, ~one of those types of weeks~ "Understood. Fire a warning shot across the enemy vessel"
 
(reply Chance)
(posted by GC)







(Star Hawk - Cockpit - Ops ENS (J.G.) Chance Temerarious - 1944)

 

Ash piped up from the tactical readout, "Ele, two hits on scans, one dead in space, reading as our transponder target, one rounding, weapons charged." 

 

“Bring torpedoes online, charge phasers, and raise shields.” Chance ordered as if he was sitting in the command chair of a capital ship.

 

"Weapons online and charged, shields... well, don't get us hit, Ele." Ash returned.

 

Ele rolled her eyes, ~one of those types of weeks~ "Understood. Fire a warning shot across the enemy vessel"

 

“Ele, she’ll be able to take 1 or 2 direct torpedo hits. Please, let’s not see if she can take 3.” Chance said, both confident of, and concerned for his ship.

 

(Reply None)

(Posted by Charlie Raschen)









(Runabout Rapier – Cockpit  – 1st Officer – Lt. Commander Eric V. McDermott –1945)

 

In the end McDermott had been forced to yet again dive into another asteroid belt to play hide and seek with the pursuing Runabout. Both ships had hammered each other hard in several clashes before each broke off to play hide and seek yet again. 

 

Diving in and out among boulders and chunks of ice the size of starship the Rapier had given as good as she had gotten. Eric had refused to get bogged down in a straight up fight, which is exactly what his opponent had wanted. Eric however was simply not willing to risk a one on one fight with help so close at hand. There was simply no reason to take such a risk. 

 

When T'vel reported the approach of the shuttle Star Hawk, McDermott nodded as he ducked the Rapier around and behind yet another lazily rotating boulder to set his trap. T'vel followed his earlier instructions and soon enough the ploy had born fruit. 

 

"Sir the Star Hawk is closing on our position. She's firing a warning shot at the enemy Runabout. The Enemy is closing on our position, he'll be clearing the other side of the asteroid in twenty seconds." 

 

McDermott nodded and said, "Thank you Ensign, you may stop venting drive plasma and restore power." In moments McDermott had swung the small craft around unexpectedly and had positioned it on the rear of the very surprised enemy craft firing a fusillade of Phasers and torpedoes into the small ships rear sending it spinning and racing for cover, trailing debris." 

 

After adjusting his course McDermott hailed the shuttle, "Excellent timing shuttle Star Hawk. You are ordered to form up on my port side. We will withdraw back to the Dennison. Hopefully my playmate will decide that he's had enough fun for the day." 

 

(Reply: As Needed)

(Posted By: Ken Thacker)    





(Star Hawk - CONN  - ACONN Night  - 1945 )

Ele smiled at the recklessness that she had seen on the sensors - the runabout had reactivated, meaning someone had decide to play dead in space in an asteroid field. Which would have been a fantastic idea.
 
=/\=Excellent timing Star Hawk. You are ordered to form up on my port side. We will withdraw back to the Dennison. Hopefully my playmate will decide that he's had enough fun for the day.=/\=
 
"Runabout, please confirm identity codes>"
 
(reply eric iyw)
 
"Confirmed Status, Follow us to the home fires, sir."
 
(reply Eric iyw)
 
Ele tapped in the normal commands to get underway again. Ash was manning the tactical side, which had been flickering unsteadily throughout the mission.
 
"Ele, look ahead..." he said.
 
"Rapier! Check your 8 o clock high!" Ele almost shouted down the commlink as she piloted the Hawk through a series of barrel rolls to avoid  gigantic chunk of rocks as it spiralled across their path. Ele's days as a Fighter controller had taken over in an instant.
 
Ash was working well, he had destroyed some smaller asteroids with well placed phaser shots, but the Hawk was feeling the strain. The tactical system that they had Macgyver'd was flickering more and more with every shot, and with such little warning the console exploded, covering Ash with glass, lacerating the skin on his prosthetic arm, and giving him a gash on his head, the blood mixing with the shards embedded in his body.
 
"...Ele!" he said, as he turned before he hit the ground.
 
"Chance, you take the Conn! Night to Dennison, We have one injured on the Hawk, Prepare Medical for arrival." She stated, her worry showing through her communication, which changed as she reported the mission result "The Runabout Rapier is being escorted. ETA 2 minutes."
 
Ele was, by this time, scanning Ash with the medkit's tricorder, and had given a shot to try and stop the major bleeding, cleaning up the injuries as best as she could ~If Nymes saw this he'd faint~ she thought, grimly.
 
(Star Hawk - Cockpit - ACONN Night - 1955)
 
"Set her down, Chance, immediate power to inertial dampeners ASAP, looks like we are jumping to Warp."
 
(reply Chance IYW)
 
Ele looked at Ash's face - the colour had drained from it, but Ash himself was floating in and out of conciousness.
 
As the Hawk touched down, Ele turned to Chance to say one last thing before the teleporter whisked Ash and herself to Sickbay.
 
"Chance, It was your jaunt - you can do the paperwork. Two to beam directly to Sickbay, Auth: Night Seven Alpha Three."
 
(reply Chance, Eric)
(posted by GC)
 
(reply Eric iyw)











Runabout Rapier – Cockpit  – 1st Officer – Lt. Commander Eric V. McDermott –1947)

 

=^=Runabout, please confirm identity codes.=^=

 

McDermott did not hesitate as he responded with, "Runabout Rapier, IFF confirm code Alpha-five-two-Gamma-seven-three-five-nine-slash-seven-seven-delta-one-eight-two. This is Lt. Commander Eric Vitellius McDermott, Authorization Sigma-three-three-Omega-eight-four-one-nine-six-seven. I am transmitting an encrypted copy of my orders from 52 nd Fleet Command now."

 

Eric watched as the pilot of the shuttle brought it smoothly up to the Rapiers side and concentrated on getting to the Dennison, which he was just now able to make out just outside the debris field. A flash warned him and he was already taking evasive actions when the warning came from the Hawk. 

 

=^=Rapier! Check your 8 o clock high!=^= 

 

The Rapiers much abused inertial dampeners screamed as Eric threw the little ship into a dive and then threw it into an inverted climb to avoid several large boulders. Flipping back toward the Dennison he was immediately confronted by another series of jagged chunks and he guided the Rapier on a wild zigzagging course through the flotsam all the while noting that several of the asteroids showed signs of weapons detonations. 

 

As they cleared the debris Eric quickly calculated the direction from which the sudden barrage of debris had come from. It was obvious to him that the remaining Doenitz Runabout had tried to kill them by launching torpedoes at some of the nearby asteroids in hopes of taking them out in a shot gun affect. 

 

"Sir the Star Hawk is reporting that they have injured aboard. They are requesting that Medical be prepared for injured." T'vel said from the co-pilots seat. 

 

"Acknowledged." McDermott gritted his teeth as he flipped the Rapier around facing the rear in the direction of the attack while allowing the runabout to continue coasting toward the Dennison. 

 

Finding a likely heavy concentration of mountain size rocks Eric targeted them saying, "Locking on weapons preparing a full spread of torpedoes." After a moment he snapped, "Firing." 

 

He watched as the weapons flung themselves from the runabout launchers within seconds they had found their targets. The detonations rocked the Asteroid field sending a blizzard of dangerous fragments in all directions. At this distance they were no danger to the Dennison or the small ships that were heading for the starship but for the enemy vessel that was hiding out there…they would likely be fatal. 

 

Maneuvering back to a close escort position McDermott contacted the shuttle, "Star Hawk this is Rapier, we have your wing. We will provide you escort while you get you're wounded aboard the Dennison. Thanks for the assist." 

 

(Reply: Any as needed)

(Posted By: Ken Thacker) 






(USS Dennison - Sickbay - Dr Nymes- 1956 )

Nymes had walked in to Sickbay (with his burly security guard whom he had nicknamed Shakespeare for his complete lack of literature) the crash cart ready with the trauma kit - the Sickbay nurses were good, especially if they were given some notice.
 
The teleporter whirred and two people appeared, drenched in blood and gel pack fluid.
 
"Report, Ensign."
 
It was Ele, looking more like Bouddica than the Jazz Singer he's spent so much time with at the Academy.
 
"Ash took an exploding console to his head and torso, I've staunched the bleed, but its contaminated wounds, Doc."
 
Nymes had taken over, realising that the nasty-looking shard protuding from Ash's arm wasn't a medical issue - it was an engineering one - and concentrated on the head wound.
 
"Okay, this isn't too bad an injury. Give me micro forceps and some gause. Shakespeare - hand that nurse a bag of Hartmann's, its behind you in that tray, thanks - Nurse Alison, set up a peripheral line to his ankle, thanks." Nymes hummed snatches of Jazz songs long lost to Earth, ones that he, Ele and Hudson had been singing for three years back when they were but cadets, to calm her down.
 
"Computer, record case log, Ash DIvay, Stardate as recorded. Ash has presented with explosive trauma secondary to a console malfunction in a hostile combat situation. His two main injuries are to his head, with a 5 centimetre laceration above his eyebrow, and a 10 centimetre laceration which is caused by a 10 by 5 piece protruding from his prosthesis.
 
The bleeding has been well controlled, fluids are running as a precaution."
 
As he talked, he worked to remove all the specs of glass from the wound, scanning the wounds to make sure the micro-regenerator wouldn't be effected, and using a tool to dissolve the microscopic elements that he couldn't see to remove. This work took him all of 10 minutes to achieve, and he finished up with regenerating the skin and removing the glass from his arm.
 
"Ele, can you report to the CO on the bridge, please." he said. "Oh, and Ele... you did well. Don't think about it too much." he said as she turned away and left Sickbay.
 
"Nymes to Engineering"
 
(reply any)
 
"I need an engineering opinion, please report to Sickbay immediately, Out."
 
(reply any)
(posted by GC)






(Star Hawk - Cockpit - Ops ENS (J.G.) Chance Temerarious - 1956)

 

"Set her down, Chance, immediate power to inertial dampeners ASAP, looks like we are jumping to Warp."

 

“I’ve got this; you just take care of him.” Chance barked as he brought the Star Hawk to settle on the deck of the shuttle bay.

 

Ele looked at Ash's face - the colour had drained from it, but Ash himself was floating in and out of consciousness.

 

As the Hawk touched down, Ele turned to Chance to say one last thing before the teleporter whisked Ash and herself to Sickbay.

 

"Chance, it was your jaunt - you can do the paperwork.  Two to beam directly to Sickbay, Authorization: Night Seven Alpha Three." Night sternly said.

 

As Night and Divay vanished from inside the ‘Hawk, Chance couldn’t help but say a silent prayer for Ashes well being.  Then he said to himself “It’s nice to know that fleet or privateer; if I’m involved when things go to hell in a hand basket, I still get stuck with the damn paperwork. Oh well, thank God for copy/paste.” 

 

As he walked off the ramp of the ‘Hawk and saw all the commotion Chance tapped his badge “Duke, this is Temerarious, do you have a minute.”

 

=^= Sure Chance, what is it? =^=

 

“I want you and a couple of your guys to the shuttle bay to fix my ship.  These Starfleet jackasses messed it up trying to set her up for fleet specs.  I want her reset to the bounty hunter specs and put back together the she was.”

 

=^= Understood Chance, I’m gonna get Maggie and Cowboy to help out also and it will be done. =^=

 

“That's fine, and thanks man” Chance said ending the conversation as he started toward the bridge to get his ass chewing out of the way first.

 

(Reply None)

(Posted by Charlie Raschen)








 (USS Dennison - Bridge, Commander Trevan West, 1957)

    Trevan's OPS panel indicated the shuttle was aboard and he spun around to the Captain, "Captain, shuttle is aboard and secure."
    "Helm engage!" she commanded.
Trevan looked back at Ensign Bracken, "Nice work Ensign," was his comment, "One you can get a replacement here, take a break, you've earned it."
    "Mister Sanok, please escort our guests into the conference room please, I would like to speak with them."

(reply Sanok)
(Posted by Kerry Fletcher)






Runabout Rapier – Cockpit  – 1st Officer – Lt. Commander Eric V. McDermott –1958)

 

As the Rapier escorted the shuttle back to the Dennison, McDermott had little time to inspect his new ship. As such he only had time for first impressions. Sleek and deadly were two words that came to his mind. 

 

Once the Hawk had entered the Dennison hanger Eric directed the Rapier in and settled it into an available slot touching down just as the Dennison went into warp. T'vel left the cockpit to him as he went through shut down procedures and by the time he was finished she was standing near the exit of the runabout with their luggage. 

 

Nodding he took his bag from her and touched the stud opening the boarding ramp and stepped aboard the USS Dennison for the first time. They were met by a security ensign backed up by three additional security people asking for their orders. McDermott presented the officer with a PADD without comment and waited until he was asked to follow the young officer. 

 

As they were led through the ship Eric looked around with interest. He'd never been aboard this class before so the design and technology was new to him. The next thing that impressed itself upon him was how worn and tired many of the crew looked. It was obvious that this vessel had seen recent action and the crew needed rest and relaxation. Sadly enough Eric knew that was not likely to come for some time. 

 

When the small group entered the bridge a few minutes later Eric looked around and found the bridge of the Dennison to be much different from that of a Sovereign Class. He knew it would take him time to get used to the changes and regretted the fact that he'd been rush into this assignment before he had time to do more than glance at the specs. 

 

He noticed a few curious glances in his direction and within moments he was in the Dennison's Conference Room facing a Commander. From the briefing he had read this could only be Trevan West who was a senior SFI Agent and acting as the Dennison's Second Officer. 

 

West extended his hand towards McDermott, "Lieutenant Commander McDermott, welcome aboard the Dennison. I am Commander Trevan West," With a subtle point of his index finger, "Would you care to introduce?" 

 

McDermott nodded politely and said, "This is Ensign T'vel she's been assigned as a Security Officer to the Dennison and I can tell you from personal experience she is an excellent co-pilot and a superb officer to have with you under fire." 

 

T'vel nodded to West and said, "Greetings Commander. I am pleased to make your acquaintance."

 

    "I see, welcome aboard. The quartermaster will see to your personal belongings and assign you quarters. Mister McDermott, please follow me. There is much to discuss." 

 

McDermott and T'vel nodded to each other once before they went separate ways. Once they were alone McDermott looked at West and said, "Well Commander I believe we have a lot to talk about." 

 

(Reply: West)

(Posted By: Ken Thacker) 












(USS Dennison - Bridge, ACONN Ens.sg Ele Night, 2000)
 
 
Ele was still covered in Ash's blood as she stepped onto the bridge, still lost in thought at the mission she had just come back from - she had saved a live, but once again a friend had been put in danger.
 
Her outward persona would take care of everyone's view of her, the professionalism she showed in her actions would see to that, but she could use some downtime.
 
She walked over to the CONN, taking the officer's leave, and tapped in her command codes to take over.
 
"Eta to Starbase, 3 hours at current velocity." she stated as an initial report.
 
(reply any)
(posted by GC)




(U.S.S. Dennison–Bridge–Ops Ensign (JG) Chance Temerarious-2005)
 

            The turbo-lift opened its doors, just as Chance was stepping out of it he almost bumped into Bracken, ~I’ve heard her referred to as simply “D”; I wonder if she’s ever been called “Vampire Hunter D”? ~ As Chance started to smile about what he was thinking, he said to her “Hey Dale, I just wanted to say thank you for everything you did to help us out there; I really appreciate it.”

 

(Reply Bracken)

 

“You have a good night Dale, you’ve earned it.  Maybe we’ll get together at the starbase and finish our debate from earlier?”

 

(Reply Bracken)

 

Smiling, he stepped aside to allow Bracken to go about her business.  Temerarious then went to his Ops station and started pulling up all the information he could and copying it to the station in his quarters so he could work on his report during the night and try to have ready to hand to the commander the next morning.

 

            As he worked at his station, Temerarious saw Night sitting at the CONN wearing the uniform that got covered in Divay’s blood.  Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Chance went over and stood just behind and to the left of the CONN.  “Is Divay going to be okay?” Chance asked her as he looked at the main view screen.

 

(Reply Night)

 

            Leaning in close with a hard look to match hers, and he quietly said “I know you think of me as ‘pirate scum’; but I am sorry about your friend Ash.”

 

(Reply Night)

 

            With a grin on his face “Don’t worry about your pretty little record about it.  The report will be done saying that it was my idea, my ship, my command, and therefore my responsibility.” Chance said feeling frustrated at the differences between Federation officers (Fleet and Marines) and privateers.

(Reply Night) 

 

(Reply Bracken, Night)

(Posted by Charlie)









(U.S.S. Dennison - Bridge - CSO Bracken - 2006)

            The turbo-lift opened its doors, just as Chance was stepping
out of it he almost bumped into Bracken, ~ As Chance started
to smile about what he was thinking, he said to her
"Hey Dale, I just wanted to say thank you for everything you did to help
us out there; I really appreciate it.?

Dale nodded, "no problem, few hairy moments, but under control for the
most part. Good piece of flying by the way."

"You have a good night Dale, you've earned it.  Maybe we'll get together
at the starbase and finish our debate from earlier?"

Dale laughed, an amused smile on her face. "I'm looking forward to it
Charles, I'm looking forward to it."

Temerarious stepped to one side allowing her to walk past. She had been
replaced at the science station as West had ordered a few minutes ago. She
was now headed to her quarters to get a shower, a change of uniform and a
strong coffee.

(Reply none)
(posted by Mark)











(USS Dennison - Bridge, Commander Trevan West, 2007)
 
    The doors to the conference room slid open to reveal their new officers. Trevan stepped inside and the doors closed behind him as he proceeded to the head of the large table.
    Trevan extended his hand towards McDermott, "Lieutenant Commander McDermott, welcome aboard the Dennison. I am Commander Trevan West," he said as he felt the firm grasp of the man. Indicating with a subtle point of his index finger, "Would you care to introduce?"
 
(reply McDermott)
 
    "I see, welcome aboard. The quartermaster will see to your personal belongings and assign you quarters. Mister McDermott, please follow me. There is much to discuss."
 
(reply all)
(Posted by Kerry Fletcher)










(U.S.S. Dennison–Bridge–ACONN Ens.sg Ele Night-2008)

  Temerarious then went to his Ops station and started pulling up all the information he could and copying it to the station in his quarters so he could work on his report during the night and try to have ready to hand to the commander the next morning.

 

            As he worked at his station, Temerarious saw Night sitting at the CONN wearing the uniform that got covered in Divay’s blood.  Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Chance went over and stood just behind and to the left of the CONN.  “Is Divay going to be okay?” Chance asked her as he looked at the main view screen.

 

"'Course, Lewis is on the case," she said, dismissively.

 

            Leaning in close with a hard look to match hers, and he quietly said “I know you think of me as ‘pirate scum’; but I am sorry about your friend Ash.”

 

"He's your friend too, Chance. Filed the report yet?"

 

            With a grin on his face “Don’t worry about your pretty little record about it.  The report will be done saying that it was my idea, my ship, my command, and therefore my responsibility.” Chance said feeling frustrated at the differences between Federation officers (Fleet and Marines) and privateers.

 

"And while it was your ship - as far as it can be called your ship - I was the ranking officer on board, and that makes it my responsibility. I want to you to copy me in when you send it to the commander."




(Reply Chance iyw) 

 

"Good. Least we get some R'n'R soon."

 

(Reply Bracken, Chance)

(Posted by GC)




U.S.S. Dennison–Bridge–OPS Ens.jg Chance Temerarious-2008)

              As he worked at his station, Temerarious saw Night sitting at the CONN wearing the uniform that got covered in Divay’s blood.  Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Chance went over and stood just behind and to the left of the CONN.  “Is Divay going to be okay?” Chance asked her as he looked at the main view screen.

 

"'Course, Lewis is on the case," she said, dismissively.

 

            Leaning in close with a hard look to match hers, and he quietly said “I know you think of me as ‘pirate scum’; but I am sorry about your friend Ash.”

 

"He's your friend too, Chance. Filed the report yet?"

 

            With a grin on his face “Don’t worry about your pretty little record about it.  The report will be done saying that it was my idea, my ship, my command, and therefore my responsibility.” Chance said feeling frustrated at the differences between Federation officers (Fleet and Marines) and privateers.

 

"And while it was your ship - as far as it can be called your ship - I was the ranking officer on board, and that makes it my responsibility. I want to you to copy me in when you send it to the commander."




As Temerarious listened to her he thought ~I don't care if a fleet admiral is onboard the Hawk, she is still a privately owned vessel under contract to starfleet and I hold the papers on her.~ but simply and politely said "No problem; I'll shoot you a copy after I discuss my report with the skipper or Commander West."

 

"Good. Least we get some R'n'R soon."

 

(Reply None)

(Posted by Charlie)








Mission: R&R  
Stardate:  2407.07.06

 (USS Dennison - Bridge, Commander Trevan West, 0100)
 
    Trevan had wandered onto the Bridge slightly before the day watch came on. He always hated being early, as it gave him too much time to dwell on the past. However, today was going to be a good day and he could feel it.
The Dennison was only minutes away from docking at Starbase and getting a much needed refit and re-supply. They were slightly delayed in arriving as they were pushing the warp engines hard, and had to decrease their warp factor from nine to six, to avoid burning out the reaction chamber. The Dennison would need a good team of Engineering personnel to overhaul the warp core before their next mission.
    "Commander, arriving at Starbase." stated Night from the CONN posiiton.
Trevan arose from the command chair, "Very well Ensign, drop us out of warp and hail Starbase."
    The ship slipped into normal space a moment later. The massive Starbase filled the screen ahead of him before being replaced with the Captain of this particular base.
    "Starbase control here. Welcome home Dennison, you are cleared for docking port nine," answered the Captain of the base.
    "Cleared for docking port nine acknowledged." was Trevan's reply.
    "Ensign," he said directing his attention again at the helm, "Thrusters slow ahead one quarter, stand by mooring beams. Nice and easy Ensign, don't scratch the paint," he said with a sly smile on his face.
 
    The Dennison slowly entered Spacedock, gliding almost effortlessly into its assigned docking bay. "Mister Sanok, have our prisoner beamed into the Starbase's high security facility. I want her on a full watch."
 
(reply Sanok)
 
    "All hands this is the Bridge," said Trevan into the ships general intercom, "We are arriving at Spacedock, R&R granted for the entire crew. Senior staff report to the conference room in fifteen minutes." he finished and then closed the channel as he could hear the giant walkway from the base connecting with the port side docking collar. "Good job Ensign, shut her down."
    Trevan looked around the battered bridge of the Dennison, smiled, and then made his way into the conference room for the staff meeting.
 
 
(reply All)
(Posted by Kerry Fletcher)





(U.S.S. Dennison–Quarters–Dr Nymes-0101)


=/\=All hands this is the Bridge, We are arriving at Spacedock, R&R granted for the entire crew. Senior staff report to the conference room in fifteen minutes. =/\=

 
 
~well, that doesn't concern me~ Nymes thought, as he turned back to try and get to sleep. He was, he thought, the second most highly guarded member of the crew at the moment. Whoever had attacked the Klingon officer Ch'mok must surely have been caught and be in the brig.
 
[...Beep...]
[...Incoming Prioroty Transmission, Starfleet Medical...]
 
Sighing, Nymes got up, ran a hand through his hair, and tried to look presentable before tapping the unlock commands into the workstation.
 
"This is Dr Nymes. With whom am I speaking?"
 
=/\=This is Commander Falkirk, Doctor. Starfleet Command, Medical Liason. Your court-martial for alleged treason will occur within the next few days. Your future in this service will be determined at that time.=/\=
 
"Understood, sir."
 
=/\=As I thought you would. Falkirk out.=/\=
 
The screen winked off, the afterimage of the older human gentleman leering at the camera lingering for a few seconds.~Well, there goes the going back to sleep idea.~ A few seconds in the shower, followed by a new uniform, and he was ready for the first trillian tea of the day.
 
"Nymes to West. I have been advised of Court-martial proceedings to occur on the Starbase in the next few days, by a Commander Falkirk, Starfleet Medical and Intel. As legal proceedings are underway, Do you want me to be at this staff meeting?"
 
(reply West)
 
"Understood Sir."
 
(reply West iyw; none)
(posted by GC)




(U.S.S. Dennison–Bridge–ACONN Ens.sg Ele Night-0101)

 
Ele had taken a few minutes, back at about 2200, to scrub up. Whilst her uniform was still matted with blood and soot, her face and hands were at least clean now - she felt more human.
 
 "Cleared for docking port nine acknowledged." was Trevan's reply.
    "Ensign," he said directing his attention again at the helm, "Thrusters slow ahead one quarter, stand by mooring beams. Nice and easy Ensign, don't scratch the paint," he said with a sly smile on his face.
 
"Aye, sir." Ele smiled at the screen as she piloted the ship forward, eventually docking with precision, and tapping out the docking sequences. "We are at full stop, Docking lines are engaged. Base Flight Ops are informed, and requesting standard resupply lists, Chance."
 
(reply Chance iyw)
 
"I'll send it through."
 
(reply none)
(posted by GC)



(U.S.S. Dennison–Bridge, Commander Trevan West-0102)
 
 
"Nymes to West. I have been advised of Court-martial proceedings to occur on the Starbase in the next few days, by a Commander Falkirk, Starfleet Medical and Intel. As legal proceedings are underway, Do you want me to be at this staff meeting?"
    Trevan thought about that for a moment before replying, "Doctor, it would be nice to have you there, but if your legal and medical obligations prevent it, it is not required that you be there. I will come down the moment my shift is over to brief you on everything."
 
"Understood Sir."
    Trevan closed the channel and made a mental note that he really should go down to see the Doctor before the trial.
 
 
(reply any)
(Posted by Kerry Fletcher)




(USS Dennison-Conference Room-Lt. Commander William Banowsky-01.02)

Will had already been seated in the conference room when Commander West 
walked in. Will was dilligently working on paper work, and also trying to 
decide whether or not to count himself now as 27 years old instead of 26, 
seeing as how his birthday had passed during their jump, even though his 
body had officially aged 27 years. He was pretty certain that he would count 
himself as 27, and probably go out and celebrate.

Of course he had a major announcement to make, and that was one of the 
reason of the conference. The last few days, which literally felt like 
months to Will before the time job, caused him to reevaluate his life and 
make a choice that he hoped would positively impact his future. He was 
tired, stressed out, not enjoying his service, and overall burned out. He 
was young and had less then a year of service and had seen things it takes 
many people multiple years to witness in the line of duty.  He had doubted 
himself and he had come to a decision. He was left groggy and weak after the 
incident with Nymes escaping sickbay, and then after recovery, to make 
matters worse, he came down with a 24 hour bug that found him confined to 
quarters left with nothing but his thoughts for 24 straight hours, while the 
rest of the crew was out doing there jobs. He felt as if he let them down. 
He liked being first officer, but at the same time, he didn't. So after 
deliberation, talking with the new counseling staff, and Captain Davis, all 
the while sitting on his bed wearing his pajamas (when he wasn't throwing up 
or to tired to even sit up). He had come to a decision that would utilize 
his command experience, but put him in a position to be most effective. The 
command expirement was a success, and Will thought he had done a good job, 
but emotionally he wasn't ready. Now if he was a Vulcan that wouldn't have 
been a problem, but he wasn't, he was only human. And as a human he just 
felt he needed to put himself in a postion that wouldn't burn him out. He 
definetly wanted to be a command officer and one day have his own ship, but 
only when the time was right, for him. Besides, the position he was taking 
was one he loved, and excelled at. Plus this decision would be one that best 
supported his desire to stay in Starfleet and lower the stress that was 
causing him to doubt his place in Starfleet.


As West walked over at sat next to him Will smiled and spoke,

"Commander, I take it you have read my report and my decision." Will spoke. 
He didn't know what Trevan's reaction would be, but hopefully it would be 
supportive.

(reply West)


"I hated making it, but it was either this, or leave, I don't think I was 
coping with stress well enough. Just something I was missing that would 
probably have come with more experience in Starfleet, that I just don't have 
now. It's been over a year since I graduated due to the jump, but it still 
has been less than a year of service. I thought I could handle it, but I 
guess I just couldn't take it."  Will replied

(reply West)

"I hope that the rest of the crew doesn't hate me, or lose respect for me 
over this, but if they don't well ....I dunno, I dunno Trevan," Will said 
hoping the commander wouldn't be put off by his informal address. "What do 
you think, am I doing the right thing?"

Will knew he wasn't changing his mind, but he trusted and respected 
commander West, and even though what West said wouldn't change his choice, 
he was just curious what he would say.

(reply West)

Will nodded to West's reply as Ensign Night walked in and took a seat next 
to him. Will turned to Night and smiled, then turning back to Commander West 
whispered.

"I will make the announcement when everyone else arrives."

Then turning back to Ensign Night, Will smiled and said, "We will be getting 
a new Chief CONN officer soon, he is a good officer, has served on multiple 
ships in the fleet, and he is a pretty good guy, grew up with him, and have 
known him pretty much all my life."

(reply Night)

(reply West, Night)
(posted by Will Banowsky)





(U.S.S. Dennison–Bridge–OPS Ens.jg Chance Temerarious-0103)

 
"Aye, sir." Ele smiled at the screen as she piloted the ship forward, eventually docking with precision, and tapping out the docking sequences. "We are at full stop, Docking lines are engaged. Base Flight Ops are informed, and requesting standard resupply lists, Chance."
 
"I got the packet here along with an inquary about the stuff the Stellar Pilgrim was going to deliver just before we disappeared from along side of them." Chance answered.
 
"I'll send it through."
 
(reply none)
(posted by Charlie)



(USS Dennison-Conference Room, Commander Trevan West, 0103)

    Trevan walked into the conference room, only to see that Ensign Night and Commander Banowsky were already awaiting him there. Upon walking up to the Commander, Will spoke to him.
   
 "Commander, I take it you have read my report and my decision." Will spoke.
    Trevan looked at him for a moment before speaking, "I have read it. It's unfortunate to have read it at all. You never want to hear that someone needs to make a decision like that."

    "I hated making it, but it was either this, or leave, I don't think I was coping with stress well enough. Just something I was missing that would probably have come with more experience in Starfleet, that I just don't have now. It's been over a year since I graduated due to the jump, but it still has been less than a year of service. I thought I could handle it, but I guess I just couldn't take it."  Will replied
    Trevan placed a caring hand on his shoulder, something he never did. "I always thought you took it quite well actually," stated Trevan.

"I hope that the rest of the crew doesn't hate me, or lose respect for me over this, but if they don't well ....I dunno, I dunno Trevan," Will said hoping the commander wouldn't be put off by his informal address. "What do you think, am I doing the right thing?"
    Trevan was taken aback by the sudden informality, but it didn't bother him. In fact quite the opposite, it made Will seem like a human rather than 'just an officer', which is something Trevan never thought of him as.
    "It doesn't matter what I think, what matters is what you think Will," he replied fearing it sounded too cliché. "I know that sounds like a cop out but it's true. I was once faced with a similar choice years ago. You always tell yourself that you won't have any regrets, but that is a lie we tell ourselves to make it feel better," he said as he stared out the window thinking about his first transfer off the Boudicca to be an Engineer on a Starbase. 
    "A major life choice or career change will always leave a little twinge of regret, but usually that is a good thing, when you start enjoying what you are doing you realize why you did it."
    Trevan knew he probably wasn't making any sense to Will, but there was nothing else he could do or say.
"I've been there twice in my life Will, and let me tell you something about that," he said noticing Night sitting at the table, "I wouldn't be the person I am if I hadn't, and," he added, "It has helped me understand not only myself better, but others as well. I used to be the typical stiff officer who didn't care about the personal feelings of the people around him. Things changed that and I think I am better now then I was back then. It will take time my friend, but in the end, everything will be fine....Will." he said as he laughed at the end of his sentence.


Will nodded to West's reply as Ensign Night walked in and took a seat next to him. Will turned to Night and smiled, then turning back to Commander West whispered. "I will make the announcement when everyone else arrives."

(Reply any)
(Posted by Kerry Fletcher)


(USS Dennison, Bridge, Ensign jg Sanok, 0103)

West said, "Mister Sanok, have our prisoner beamed
into the Starbase's high security facility.  I want
her on a full watch."

"Yes, sir," said Sanok.  Motioning for the person manning 
the auxiliary tactical position, to take over the main 
position, Sanok left the bridge and went directly to the 
brig.  Once there, he contacted base security.

"This is Assistant Chief of Security Sanok.  We have a 
prisoner we need transferred to your maximum security 
holding area.  She is an officer being charged with treason, 
espionage, sabotage, resisting arrest, and assaulting a 
member of Starfleet.  Are you able to arrange this?"

The base security chief whistled.  =^= You've got a bad one 
there, Ensign.  We'll get on it right now.  Stand by. =^=

While waiting, Sanok reflected on how his life had changed 
since his promotion.  Things were much quieter being just 
another officer on the graveyard shift.  Being in the loop, 
and being part of the action, was as good as he had expected 
it would be.

=^= Ensign, we're ready.  Send us the file on your prisoner 
and the coordinates.  We'll need you to come down, to sign 
the transfer orders. =^=

"Thank you," said Sanok.  He tapped the console and sent the 
information.  A few moments after that, he was taken by a 
transporter beam, materializing in the base maximum security 
area.  Darsons was in a cell, a humming force field keeping 
her secured.

The security chief held out a PADD.  Sanok took it, read 
what it said, and signed it.

"Thank you again," said Sanok.

"Sure thing," said the chief.  He tapped the console before 
him, and Sanok was beamed back on board the Dennison. 
Thinking about Darsons, he shook his head and began heading 
back to the bridge.

(Reply None)
(Posted by Robert Brown)




(U.S.S. Dennison–Conference Room–ACONN Ens.sg Ele Night-0110)

 
Ele nodded to those present as she walked into the room for the meeting, taking the seat next to the First Officer, Will Banowsky, who had been almost as conspicous in his absence from the bridge as the Captain.
 
Night placed the PADD she was carrying on the table, a PADD that carried the recent reports from CONN and Shuttle & Flight Ops. As she waited, she recalled the first time she had visited a starbase after a tour of duty. ~I think Hudson is still paying those breakages off~
 
(reply any)
(posted by GC)


(U.S.S. Dennison–Conference Room–ACONN Ens.sg Ele Night-0111)

 
"I will make the announcement when everyone else arrives."

Then turning back to Ensign Night, Will smiled and said, "We will be getting  a new Chief CONN officer soon, he is a good officer, has served on multiple ships in the fleet, and he is a pretty good guy, grew up with him, and have known him pretty much all my life."

Ele listened, trying to carefully modulate her face to what she was hearing. She had taken the step down from Acting CONN chief on the Brilliant to take the ACONN role on the Dennison and had been running Flight Ops in the absence of Lt Lea, and thought that it had showed through. She had been organising the Helm shifts in the absence of a CONN lead, and thought maybe she'd finally get the chance to step up...
 
But then again, she hadn't passed the fighter school exams - the squadron had been decimated by the attack that had taken Nymes' sister, and completely removed the graduating class from the equation. Maybe she needed more time before someone put her in a position of command. She wondered where the Brilliant was, and who was now sitting in her chair, whether another fresh faced ensign jg had been forced into the chief's seat like herself.
 
"Sounds..." she started, hiding the disappointment in her eyes "...great, sir.When do we find out who he is?"
 
(reply iyw)
(posted by GC)



(U.S.S. Dennison–Conference Room–Ops Ensign (JG) Chance Temerarious-0113)
 

            Chance walked into the conference room and noticed that he was one of the last ones to arrive to the meeting.  It really didn’t surprise him considering he had his report in hand to discuss with the FO and 2O before he submitted it.  Though he and his mercenary crew got a big break when Commander West announced immediate shore leave fore the entire crew; Temerarious made short work of making up the duty roster for the night and having the skipper sign off approving it.  He made sure all his people had duty so once everyone else was gone they could steal the Dennison and take her to Bajor like they were paid to do.

 

            There were a few problems with that plan however.  One, getting the ship out of the starbase; Two, Chance and most of his crew had decided to change sides in the war and stop being Deonitz’s paid flunkies; and three, everything balanced upon the reactions of the ships chain-of-command.

 

            As he took his seat, Chance started passing information on to the skipper and the three commanders “Ma’am, sirs,” he said nodding to each in turn “I have the report here about the incident earlier this evening.  The crew is all on shore leave currently with the following exceptions; those of us that need to attend this meeting and the 40 crew that are on tonight’s duty roster.”

 

(Reply Davis, West, Banowsky, McDermott iyw)

 

“There is one more thing I need to discuss with you four after this meeting.”

 

(Reply West, McDermott)

 

“Thank you” Chance simply said with a satisfied grin on his face thinking ~ in a few short minutes I will have complete control of this ship.  The only question is; who am I giving her over too; Deonitz, by way of Colonel D’rajovan, or back to Davis? ~

 

(Reply Davis, West, Banowsky, McDermott)

(Posted by Charlie)




(USS Dennison – Conference Room  – 1st Officer – Lt. Commander Eric McDermott –0114)

 

McDermott slipped quietly into the Conference Room and remained silent, standing at the back of the room. For him arriving anything less than ten minutes before a scheduled meeting was more than just a little unusual, but this was an extremely unusual situation. 

 

Anyone else in his shoes would likely be more than a little nervous but McDermott had long ago abandoned petty emotionalism and being nervous would have been a waste of energy. Eric had many concerns and worries right now; most of those concerns were with the battle that was shaping up in Sector 001 right now. Concerns about career and promotions were of little importance to him at the moment. 

 

He had nodded politely to West and Banowsky as he had entered but otherwise did his best not to attract any more attention than was necessary. McDermott, West and Banowsky had discussed this meeting in detail and for the time being Eric was going to stay in the background. Later there would be time for him to move into the forefront. 

 

McDermott had spent the few hours he'd had since he'd come aboard reading ships logs and generally staying in the temporary quarters he'd been assigned. From everything he'd seen, this crew and this ship had literally been through hell and back and now they were about to be cast back into the crucible. 

 

Eric found himself wondering if they were up to one last Herculean effort to throw down the tyrant that had turned most of their lives upside down. 

 

He could only hope they were for the fate of billions depended upon them. 

 

(Reply: Any as Needed)

(Posted By: Ken Thacker)




(USS Dennison, Conference Room, Commander Trevan West, 0115)
 Trevan was busy making small talk when he saw his OPS officer walk into the room.

             “Ma’am, sirs,” he said nodding to each in turn “I have the report here about the incident earlier this evening.  The crew is all on shore leave currently with the following exceptions; those of us that need to attend this meeting and the 40 crew that are on tonight’s duty roster.”

    "Thank you Chance, I'll look at it later." 

 

“There is one more thing I need to discuss with you four after this meeting.”

     Trevan raised an eyebrow, Davis just sat there with her usual stoic look. "Very well Ensign, we will talk," was the Captains Reply.

“Thank you” Chance simply said with a satisfied grin on his face.

    When Chance finally took his seat, the setting was complete. All the senior staff were assembled around the table, the notable exception was the Doctor who had his reasons for not attending. Trevan rose from his seat, walked around the edge of the table to the front of the room where the large viewscreen was, next to that large green plant with the funny pattern on its leaves. Adjusting his uniform and clearing his throat Trevan began.

    "Good morning, or good evening depending on your point of view," god how he hated public speaking, "This meeting will not last too long, so you can all catch your rest or whatever it is you are doing on your off time."

    Taking a few steps forward he continued, "There are a few matters that need to be attended to. First," he said gesturing to his left, "I am sure you are all wondering who this person is," he said referring to Eric McDermott, "We will get to that in a moment."

    Then Trevan leveled his gaze towards Ash and Chance, got himself angry and fired away verbally, "You two front and center."

 

(reply either)

 

    "Face forward, don't eyeball me." he said in his most convincing command tone.

    "Mister Temerarious, you are one of a kind let me tell you. You come on to this ship and act the way you have and expect something for it?"

    Then before anyone could react, Trevan walked towards the right of the Ensign in question. "Chance," he said in his more usual soft voice, "you have saved my life at least twice. You have gone above the call of duty for this ship and her crew more times than I can count. You bring honour to your uniform and to yourself, for that I reward you with this," he said as he opened the small black box he produced from his side pouch.

    Removing the pip on his collar and replacing it with a full gold one, "I now promote you to the rank of Ensign SG, full Ensign, and expect you to continue to perform your duties as you have in the past," announced Trevan extending his hand to congratulate the new Ensign.

 

(reply Chance)

 

    "Now," he said moving towards Divay, "Mister Divay. I also award you the rank of full Ensign SG. For performing your duties in the security of this ship, her crew and the Fleet. For being hard nosed, inquisitive and forthright in your duties I congratulate you as well."

 

(reply Divay or anyone)

 

    "Ensign Bracken, as such I can not award you a full promotion as of yet, I can however place two awards in your record. You are awarded the Starfleet Commendation Medal for serving the USS Dennison as CSO in saving her from being displaced in time. I am also awarding your the Starfleet Cross for exceptional teamwork in a crisis. These awards have been placed in your record and will be in your quarters when you arrive there."

    

(reply Bracken)

    

    Trevan walked back towards his seat, "Now I believe Lieutenant Commander Banowsky has a few things to say to you all."

 

(reply all)

(Posted by Kerry Fletcher)

 


(USS Dennison, Conference Room, Lt. Commander Will Banowsky, 0117)
 Will listened as Commander West handed out the promotions and the awards. This was a great crew and they all deserved it. But he really didn't pay to much attention to the promotions, he was to wrapped up in his own thoughts, and what he was going to say. Will watched as Trevan walked back towards his seat, 


"Now I believe Lieutenant Commander Banowsky has a few things to say to you all."

Will stood up,

"Yes I do commander, yes I do." Will paused, "First off we have a new crew members with us, Lt. Commander Eric McDermott, and we are going to be getting a new chief Conning Officer." 

Will smiled, as he dropped a little red herring, "But first announcement. The last few days, I have been on the verge of mental breakdown. I have been through a  lot in my short career. I have had my body swapped with a crazed lunatic, I have seen friends die when standing withing feet from me. I have been hounded by saboteurs, seen my CO come back from an away mission missing his legs. I thought I was ready for the stresses that are needed to be a First Officer. I know I did my best, and I did a good job, but I have gotten to a point where I am not sure this is where I need to be. Through much deliberation and discussion, I don't think I am ready for this. I enjoy being First Officer, but I rushed into something I may not have been ready for."

Will paused

"Therefore effective immediately I am stepping down from the position of First Officer. It was a tough move, but I feel I can better benefit Starfleet with another position in the Fleet. I enjoyed serving as First Officer of the Dennison, but it just wasn't the right place for me in this point in my career. It was a good time serving as your First Officer."
 
Will paused again. He was now ready for his other announcement. "Now on to the Chief Conning Officer, who will also fill the position of Third Officer. He is a good officer, I've known him for a long time. So everyone your new Third Officer and Chief Conning Officer is Lieutenant Commander" Will paused, hoping to add suspense to the matter, let his red herring sink in, and hopefully they would believe it to be Commander McDermott. "William Gonzalo Banowsky, thats right, I am not going anywhere, I have taken that position here on the Dennison. Now then back to Commander West, with an even more important announcement."

(reply West)

(reply West, any)
(posted by Will Banowsky)





(USS Dennison, Conference Room, Commander Trevan West, 0118)
"William Gonzalo Banowsky, that's right, I am not going anywhere, I have taken that position here on the Dennison. Now then back to Commander West, with an even more important announcement."
    Trevan stood up and once again addressed the staff of the Dennison, "Ladies and gentleman I would like to introduce the new First Officer of the Dennison," he said pausing, "Lieutenant Commander Eric McDermott."
 
(reply McDermott)
 
    "Lieutenant McDermott will be shadowing me for a bit before taking over. To try and get a feel for the Dennison and her crew. Now," Trevan said grabbing the PADD on the desk, "Computer, transfer all First Officer command codes to Lieutenant Commander Eric McDermott."
    The computer chirped out a reply, "Codes transferred. First officer of the USS Dennison is now Eric McDermott."
 
    "Now, guys and gals. It's late and I am off, enjoy your shore leave you've all earned it. Dismissed."
When the final person left the room, all that remained was himself, Eric, Will, Captain Davis and Chance, "Okay Chance, what did you want to discuss?"
 

(reply all)
(Posted by Kerry Fletcher)





(USS Dennison – Conference Room  – 1st Officer – Lt. Commander Eric McDermott –0119)

 

McDermott watched the promotions quietly taking note of the reactions of the various officers. During times like this it was always interesting to note how the various officers reacted to promotions and recognitions. Pride, pleasure, genuine joy were often a part of these events not just for those receiving the accolades but also for their friends and shipmates. 

 

Unfortunately the other sides of the coin were those who for whatever reason felt jealousy, anger and even insulted. An officer or crewmember that felt that his or her contributions were not noticed or appreciated could become a potential problem on any ship. Such disaffection could breed discipline problems, affect ship efficiency or even cause cases of insubordination or worse. 

 

McDermott had seen more than one case in his short career and had learned to watch for the warning signs. Often a firm hand at the outset could prevent problems from getting out of hand and unruly crewmembers could often be saved from themselves by clamping down upon them before they had done there own careers irreversible damage. 

 

Eric had learned the hard way early in his career, the first few weeks aboard the Nimitz when he was posted as the Assistant Chief Tactical Officer over a senior Lieutenant with over ten years service. Allen had been a mediocre officer at best, passed over for promotion and advancement time and time again. Most of his problems revolved around the fact that he had been passed over early for promotion and in the subsequent years he had continued to harbor resentment and contempt for the chain of command, his superiors and eventually even his peers. This of course caused him to continue to be passed over. 

 

Eric had been too green at the time to see the warning signs and had not acted quickly enough to head off the problem before it got out of hand. The end result had been unfortunate for all involved, as Allen had made the mistake of throwing a punch at him during a division briefing in front of 30 crewmen. The end result was a broken arm for Allen, followed by being forced to resign from Starfleet in order to avoid a court-martial and being drummed out of the service. 

 

McDermott had made a habit since then to pay closer attention to such things. 

 

A small, almost insignificant smile appeared on his face at the antics of Commander West as he promoted and decorated the officers who had distinguished himself or herself on the last mission. It was good to see the genuine camaraderie that the officers of the Dennison shared. 

 

McDermott was further amused when Lt. Commander Banowsky stepped down from his post as First Officer and teased the crew as to who his replacement would be 

 

It was then that West stepped forward. "Ladies and gentleman I would like to introduce the new First Officer of the Dennison," he said pausing, "Lieutenant Commander Eric McDermott." 

 

Even had Eric not been part Betazoid he would have been able to feel the surprise in the room. Faces turned toward him, some curious, others carefully neutral. 

 

Nodding to them all he said, "It's good to be aboard. I'd like to take the time to thank the flight crew of the Star Hawk for their assistance earlier today. As for the rest, I've heard great things about the Dennison so I am looking forward to serving with all of you. I'll avoid launching into a long speech. We'll all have time to get to know each other later. Congratulations to those of you just promoted and decorated and well done to everyone else. I have not had time to go through the ships logs in detail on the last mission but from what I've seen you all acquitted yourselves admirably." 

 

West took back over at that point. "Lieutenant Commander McDermott will be shadowing me for a bit before taking over. To try and get a feel for the Dennison and her crew. Now," Trevan said grabbing the PADD on the desk, "Computer, transfer all First Officer command codes to Lieutenant Commander Eric McDermott." 

 

The computer chirped out a reply, "Codes transferred. First officer of the USS Dennison is now Eric McDermott." 

 

 "Now, guys and gals. It's late and I am off, enjoy your shore leave you've all earned it. Dismissed." 

 

When the final person left the room, all that remained was himself, Eric, Will, Captain Davis and Chance, "Okay Chance, what did you want to discuss?" 

 

After the last person had left the room Eric moved up to take a seat next to Captain Davis and turned his attention to Chance, curious as to what was on the officers mind. 

 

(Reply: Any as Needed)

(Posted By: Ken Thacker) 



(U.S.S. Dennison–Conference Room–Ops Ensign (JG) Chance Temerarious-0120)
 

            When the final person left the room, all that remained was Trevan, Eric, Will, Captain Davis and himself "Okay Chance, what did you want to discuss?" West asked.

 

            “You know; it’s hard making the plunge from privateer to full boar pirate.  You see about a year ago I was approached by a Colonel D’rajevon, a member of Deonitz’s Special Operations Command; he was trying to recruit me to lead a team, which is currently onboard, to steal one of the 52nd’s newest ships.” Chance started saying, but before anything else could be said Smith, Walker, Duke, Kree-ton (Klingon), and 3 others in security uniforms with phasers trained on the captain and the 3 commanders. 

 

“Chance, the rest of the crew has disembarked, gangway is retracted and moorings are awaiting your orders, command over-ride codes are disabled, and the ship’s magnetic fields are up in order to prevent beaming.  Sir, we have complete control of the ship.”

 

            “Thank you Maggie.”  Chance said to her, and then returning his attention to their four prisoners, he continued his narrative “The colonel wanted the ship delivered to him at Bajor.  But stealing this ship and getting paid for it isn’t the problem.”

 

(Reply Davis, West, Banowsky, McDermott, iyw)

 

            “The problem is; who do I give the ship to.”

 

(Reply Davis, West, Banowsky, McDermott, iyw)

 

            As Chance listened to what his superior officers were saying, he decided his next course of action.  Calmly standing up and walking around behind Walker retrieving a knife with a 18 inch blade from Walkers belt, Chance walked up behind one of the security officers and with a blood thirsty look on his face ran the blade into the mans back.  Just then the room exploded in one way phaser fire killing the other security crewman in the room.

 

            “Kree, Cowboy; we’re giving the ship back.  Find the ones that aren’t with us and kill them.” Once Chance gave the order; the klingon and human left the room.  Looking at the body draped over the table, Chance grabbed hold of the handle of the knife and pulled the body off the table.  With a bloody hand he reached up, took his new gold pip and placed it on the table saying “Ma’am, sirs; my real last name is Raschen and I return to you the Prometheus-class starship Dennison.  My crew and I wish to become permanent members of the 52nd Fleet.”

 

(Reply Davis, West, Banowsky, McDermott)

(Posted by Charlie)


(U.S.S. Dennison–Quarters–Dr Nymes-0125)
 
Nymes had walked into a wall. Or, in actual fact, a door. His decision to take a check on his patients recovery in Sickbay, including Ash Divay's medical records, was coming apart before he had had time to get going with it. Far be it from him to avoid the chain of command, he tapped a memo to OPS regarding it, but it wouldn't send; comms we down too, which was most peculiar. The pacing of his security guard outside his quarters had stopped, suddenly, which was ominous in the extreme, especially as Nymes was - quite accurately in the past few days - just through being framed for hostile actions.
 
And with the door not opening, it left two courses of action: to stay put, and be subject to any and all risks that lay to him, or to find out what was going on. And to find out what was going on, he'd need to see an internal scan of the ship, which meant getting to Sickbay, and using the computer there, three decks away. 
 
~Its not as if I've had exercise anyway~ he thought, as he opened the manual lock on the Jefferies tube serving his room, and plodded his way to the service junction, pausing to collect the med kit that was on the wall, before descending down to the correct level.
 
(USS Dennison - Sickbay - Dr Nymes - 0127)
 
Nymes worked frantically, eventually dragging up the last known internal scan before the system went offline. It showed a teams of six or so people heading to the bridge, engineering and flight ops, with the stationed personnel unaware at there actions, before all hell broke loose with phaser fights, with some of the gun men turning on each other. From the looks of the medical overlay, they had been shooting to kill.
 
Lewis could think of a few potential solutions, but they were all dependant on the bridge crew not realising what was going on, and warning the others.
 
He was going to flood Flight Ops, Engineering and deck one, with the same anaesthezine that he used days ago to effect his escape. From there, he'd beam all personnel into a secure location, tend the wounded and deal with who was right or wrong when they regained conciousness.
 
As he tapped out the command, he realised that there were 4 VIP blips on the screen, the CO, FO, 2O and 3O. Hostages, which complicated things somewhat. In all, there were about 30 echo responses on the ship, outwith himself, which left 26 potential hostiles.
 
Time to decide.
 
Nymes hit the code send keys, but it only allowed him to deliver the gas to ENgineering and Flight Ops, hopefully taking care of twenty or so of the gunmen. He needed to get to a comms unit to get help from the starbase, and judging from the bridge lockout, it seemed that it was time to move from Sickbay, and race whoever they were to Engineering. He'd have five minutes breathing time in there before the gas sent him to sleep once he entered.
 
Time to move.
 


(U.S.S. Dennison–Conference Room–Ops Ensign (JG) Chance Temerarious-0128)
 

            =^=Chance, this is engineering; there is some kind of gas that is starting to fill the compartment.  It’s making us feel tired; we are sealing off the compartment with the exception of the exhaust vents which are engaged. =^=

 

“I copy that; I want all privateers to start using your OBAs, and keep a weathered eye out for the doctor.  He is the only gasser in the crew.  Defend yourselves, but don’t harm him.  Just watch him and keep him out of the way.” Then facing Maggie, “Please get OBAs for our guests here just in case.” Chance said “Terry, he’s going to try and contact someone for help; let him think he is getting through and that help is on the way, but make sure you intercept that signal so it doesn’t really go out.”

 

“Yes sir” they both said before handing Chance a pair of phaser pistols and leaving the room.

 

“What can I say?  To be considered one of the best; you have to work with the best.” He said to the four officers sitting at the conference table as he took the two phasers and tucked them into his belt.




(U.S.S. Dennison–Conference Room–Commander TRevan West-0129) 
 

            =^=Chance, this is engineering; there is some kind of gas that is starting to fill the compartment.  It’s making us feel tired; we are sealing off the compartment with the exception of the exhaust vents which are engaged. =^=

 

“I copy that; I want all privateers to start using your OBAs, and keep a weathered eye out for the doctor.  He is the only gasser in the crew.  Defend yourselves, but don’t harm him.  Just watch him and keep him out of the way.” Then facing Maggie, “Please get OBAs for our guests here just in case.” Chance said “Terry, he’s going to try and contact someone for help; let him think he is getting through and that help is on the way, but make sure you intercept that signal so it doesn’t really go out.”

 

“Yes sir” they both said before handing Chance a pair of phaser pistols and leaving the room.

 

“What can I say?  To be considered one of the best; you have to work with the best.” He said to the four officers sitting at the conference table as he took the two phasers and tucked them into his belt.

 Trevan eased the grip on the 'cricket' phaser tucked in his belt, he didn't want another shooting match.









(USS Dennison - Engineering - Dr Nymes - 0130)
 
Engineering was bathed in a fog of translucent grey, Nymes had put on the med kits Oxygen facemask, giving hm a few more seconds to do what he needed to do, but he realised that some one had barricaded themselves in the CEO office once they realised what was going on. Nymes wasn't prepared to let them out without calling for help, but despite what he did, there was no overriding the bridge controls with the limited access he was given to the database. 
 
As time progressed, he needed to think harder to remain concious... Time to leave.... Get a ...phaser ... Get a commbadge...He managed on the second attempt, staggering through the fog to the comparative safety of the corridor, his head clearing as he through away the face gulped down more oxygen than fog. The wave of nausea had hit him when he saw three crewmembers with searing burns across their backs, obviiously immobile from the gas, but obviously dead from their injuries.
 
" Sickbay to West. I have finished the workup on Ash Divay, he may return to limited duty in the morning. Lieutenant Gr'iann sends his regards, but the fog around the campfires reminded him of home." Nymes stated a strange message, but one that the Intel officer would no doubt recognise as a friendly element knowing of the action that had been taken: the Lieutenant Gri'ann would be immediately recognised by Davis and West as a fallacy - that something was abnormal (They knew that Nymes had served under Admiral Gr'iann earlier in the Dennison's missions), but it wasn't a distress call. The fog related to the Gas deployment, with "reminds him of home" a coded reference that they weren't home free, and that there were some hostile elements still at large. Nymes was rusty at the game, but only serving Intel officers should have understood the context.
 
(reply West, Chance, Will, Eric)
(posted by GC)





 

(U.S.S. Dennison–Conference Room–Ops Ensign (JG) Chance Temerarious-0131)
 

 =^=Sickbay to West; I have finished the workup on Ash Divay, he may return to limited duty in the morning. Lieutenant Gr'iann sends his regards, but the fog around the campfires reminded him of home. =^=

 

            As Chance listened to the Nymes’ voice, he understood the message with in the message.  With his years of black ops experience, plus the very mention of Gr’ann made the hairs on Chance’s neck stand on end.  You never forget those that leave you to die after you save their ass.

 

“Doctor, turn off the gas and come to the bridge please.  I have captured the ship and was in the process of returning it to Captain Davis.  If you don’t cease your current course of action I will change my mind again about stealing this ship and blast my way out of here and kill as many, and destroy as much, as possible on my way out before you are able to detour me.  Please keep in mind that in starbase there isn’t enough room for ships to raise their shields.  The death toll would be enormous.  I will give you to the count of three.  Two”

 

(Reply Nymes iyw)

 

“Captain, Commanders; one of you, please speak to him.”

 

(Reply any)

 

(Reply Davis, West, Banowsky, McDermott, Nymes)

(Posted by Charlie)



(U.S.S. Dennison–Conference Room–Commander Trevan West-0132)
 

 =^=Sickbay to West; I have finished the workup on Ash Divay, he may return to limited duty in the morning. Lieutenant Gr'iann sends his regards, but the fog around the campfires reminded him of home. =^=

     "Acknowledged Doctor," was Trevan's reply. He wasn't happy about it but at least something was done. He didn't like officers working alone, and without all the facts something could have gone drastically wrong. This was not looking good for Lewis's trial coming up. It was just more evidence against him, even though he was innocent it still doesn't help to give the JAG office more evidence to the contrary.

      

“Doctor, turn off the gas and come to the bridge please.  I have captured the ship and was in the process of returning it to Captain Davis.  If you don’t cease your current course of action I will change my mind again about stealing this ship and blast my way out of here and kill as many, and destroy as much, as possible on my way out before you are able to detour me.  Please keep in mind that in starbase there isn’t enough room for ships to raise their shields.  The death toll would be enormous.  I will give you to the count of three.  Two”

 

(Reply Nymes iyw)

 

“Captain, Commanders; one of you, please speak to him.”

    "Lewis, this is Commander West. Everything is under control, stop your actions. I understood you message and order you to stop. You will kill possible thousands in Spacedock, you are ordered to the Bridge." Trevan hoped he was getting through that impossibly stubborn mind of the Doctor's. "Good, now get up here now." was his final order and closed the channel.

    Trevan looked back at Chance, giving him a sneaky look. "Chance, I don't know what to say. I trusted you, now I am less trusting and I don't like that." He felt let down, after all the emotion he put towards this friendship.

    "I am happy you have decided to come to our side, but you do understand my feelings right?"

 

(reply chance)

 

    "Good, we welcome you to the 52nd. But I do need to, um, interview you. Down in my office once things are cleared up here, I need some information."

 

 

(Reply Davis, West, Banowsky, McDermott, Nymes)

(Posted by Kerry)





(U.S.S. Dennison–Conference Room–Ensign Chance Temerarious-0133) 
 

           Trevan looked back at Chance, giving him a sneaky look. "Chance, I don't know what to say. I trusted you, now I am less trusting and I don't like that.  I am happy you have decided to come to our side, but you do understand my feelings right?"

 

"I completely understand sir, and I don't blame you in the least." Chance replied

 

    "Good, we welcome you to the 52nd. But I do need to, um, interview you. Down in my office once things are cleared up here, I need some information."

 

 

(Reply none)

(Posted by Charlie)














(U.S.S. Dennison–Somewhere near Sickbay - Dr Nymes - 0136) 
            

=/\=Doctor, turn off the gas and come to the bridge please.  I have captured the ship and was in the process of returning it to Captain Davis.  If you don’t cease your current course of action I will change my mind again about stealing this ship and blast my way out of here and kill as many, and destroy as much, as possible on my way out before you are able to detour me.  Please keep in mind that in starbase there isn’t enough room for ships to raise their shields.  The death toll would be enormous.  I will give you to the count of three.  Two=/\=

 

Nymes believed his ears, which was unfortunate. "The death toll is high already, chance, 14 dead at the last head count, 4 security officers, including my own bodyguard, all from your actions, and I can only assume half of your mutinous lot. You realise that you are personally responsible for that loss of life?"

  

=/\=Captain, Commanders; one of you, please speak to him.=/\=

 

    =/\=Lewis, this is Commander West. Everything is under control, stop your actions. I understood you message and order you to stop. You will kill possible thousands in Spacedock, you are ordered to the Bridge. Good, now get up here now. =/\=

 

"I want this traitor to hang, sir. They killed Shakespeare." Nymes had grown accustomed to his bodyguard over the last 3 days, and the thought of him lying in a corridor in front of a door with Nymes' name on it made him sick with grief. It was a liability of the medical profession, that one gets too attached to ones close friends, family and colleagues; but he fought to compose himself before continuing. "I have stopped, sir. I was only attempting to maintain the soverignity of this vessel, and the lives of the crew aboard her, as any officer would do."

 

Nymes had no intention of using a turbolift to get to the bridge; he would be easily captured by whatever unit that was apparently in control of the ship. No, he would climb through the ship to the jefferies tube servicing the conference room, and... no. Not with a court martial about to take place.

 

"Computer, log last communications from this commbadge and the bridge. Play back."

 

[... 

=/\=Doctor, turn off the gas and come to the bridge please.  I have captured the ship and was in the process of returning it to Captain Davis.  If you don’t cease your current course of action I will change my mind again about stealing this ship and blast my way out of here and kill as many, and destroy as much, as possible on my way out before you are able to detour me.  Please keep in mind that in starbase there isn’t enough room for ships to raise their shields.  The death toll would be enormous.  I will give you to the count of three.  Two=/\=

 

=/\=The death toll is high already, chance, 14 dead at the last head count, 4 security officers, including my own bodyguard, all from your actions, and I can only assume half of your mutinous lot. You realise that you are personally responsible for that loss of life?=/\=

  

=/\=Captain, Commanders; one of you, please speak to him.=/\=

 

    =/\=Lewis, this is Commander West. Everything is under control, stop your actions. I understood you message and order you to stop. You will kill possible thousands in Spacedock, you are ordered to the Bridge. Good, now get up here now. =/\=

 

=/\=I want this traitor to hang, sir. They killed Shakespeare. I have stopped, sir. I was only attempting to maintain the soverignity of this vessel, and the lives of the crew aboard her as any officer would do.=/\=

 

...]

 

"Computer, duplicate recording, file in Personal Medical Database, CMO Log, Nymes Personal log, and download to this Tricorder and PADD." At least he would have the evidence he needed. "Also copy video records of the last 2 hours of Flight Ops, Engineering and the Bridge to these areas."

 

Nymes placed the tricorder in the medkit, putting it in Sickbay under lock and key before resuming his climb to the bridge. PADD and phaser in hand, he exited the jefferies tube as the Commanders and Chance were deep in conversation.

 

 

(USS Dennison - Conference Room - Dr Nymes - 0138)

 

"Sirs, please explain to me why this traitor is not in restraints." he said, thowing the phaser to the floor as he stepped out of the jefferies tube. "He is responsible for the deaths of 14 crew, and, in all probability, of running the agent that tried to frame me. I must therefore demand he is placed in the brig forthwith." Nymes said, fluidly manuveuring himself to be covered by the commanders from Chances privateers' lines of fire. "Don't even think about it, gentlemen," he said to the guards. "You would shoot an unarmed man? Hasn't there been enough bloodshed today?"

 

(Reply Davis, West, Banowsky, McDermott)

 

"Now explain why I shouldn't give this PADD to the 52nd." he said, laying the PADD on the table.

 

(reply any)

(Posted by GC)







(USS Dennison – Conference Room  – 1st Officer – Lt. Commander Eric McDermott – 0139)

 

McDermott's senses screamed in warning almost as soon as Temerarious began speaking. Being a new element aboard this vessel there were many things about him that were not well known. One was that until just a few short months ago, McDermott and just about everyone else was under the mistaken assumption that he was a full-blooded human. 

 

There had always been some things however that had never quite added up and one of those was a faultless almost preternatural sense of danger that had manifested itself when he was barely a teen. McDermott had never spoken to anyone about it, not even his closest mentor, friend and Sensei, Shin Yoritomo. During McDermott's training in Aikido, Ju Jitsu and Kendo the older man had often commented on Eric's almost impossible seeming speed and reflexes. 

 

It had only been through his meeting of Lt.(jg). Cecilia Bruce, herself a human/Betazoid hybrid, that McDermott had learned the truth that his mother had been a full-blooded Betazoid, something that he'd never known. The meeting and subsequent events had triggered his abilities in full force and he had been forced to quickly learn to control the frightening power of his own mind, a power that as of yet had not been measured or was even fully understood. 

 

The next and most critical thing that was unknown about McDermott was the fact that he was by training a tactical/security officer. The soft-spoken, compact 5'-6" officer often appeared diminutive and small framed next to his larger peers but again appearances were deceiving. McDermott had the body of an acrobat, hard, flexible and strong. 

 

In his time aboard the Nimitz, McDermott had rose smartly through the ranks by a combination of skill, ability and sheer force of will. In his first action as an Ensign he had led a small three-man crew aboard a borrowed Klingon Bird of Prey to a victory over a fully manned and equipped Defiant Class Starship. In his last mission aboard the Nimitz he had served as Captain Sash's acting First Officer and had led a ground assault on Ferasa, which eventually led to a full-fledged revolt that had freed the Caitian people from Doenitz' tyranny. 

 

Eric had not gotten to where he was by being a desk jockey or because of his sweet disposition. More importantly he was never unarmed, even when he was in bed asleep. 

 

None of his thoughts showed on his face, which remained, expressionless and unreadable. He watched and listened as the events before him transpired, waiting for the proper moment in which to act. 

 

When the ships doctor contacted them after and abortive attempt to gas a number of pirates into submission McDermott felt a flash of respect for the man's initiative even if it had failed. When Temerarious threatened to destroy the ship and Geneva with her in order to get the Doctor to surrender McDermott's eyes narrowed. There was no way he was going to believe that this man who had just casually committed murder and was threatening to kill thousands more would ever be a loyal or committed member of Starfleet. Temerarious was out for himself and everything else came secondary. 

 

McDermott said nothing when asked to tell the doctor to surrender and again kept his counsel to himself when West ordered the Doctor to the bridge. When Nymes arrived a few minutes later he was not happy and stated as much. 

 

Trevan looked at Chance saying. "Chance, I don't know what to say. I trusted you, now I am less trusting and I don't like that." He felt let down, after all the emotion he put towards this friendship. 

    

It was at that point the McDermott slowly stood up and carefully placed himself between Temerarious and Captain Davis, shielding her with his own body. The move was obvious, but Eric was relaxed, ready, but not visibly tense. In his eyes however there was something dark, deadly and dangerous. 

 

Looking at Temerarious he said coldly, "And I don't trust you at all mister. You've just committed over a dozen specific crimes here and by the time I'm done putting the case against you together there will probably be about a dozen more. So I suggest you tell me why it is you have chosen to commit mutiny and murder only to turn around and change your mind right in the middle of your crime spree because right now I see absolutely no reason to not lock you up in the deepest and darkest hole I can find where you can rot for the rest of your life?" 

 

McDermott paused for a moment and then said, "And don't make the mistake of making another threat to this ship, it's crew or any other innocents. It doesn't impress me nor will it deter me in any way, shape, or form." 

 

(Reply: Any as Needed)

(Posted By: Ken Thacker)  





(U.S.S. Dennison–Conference Room–Ops Ensign Chance Temerarious-0140)

 

Looking at Temerarious, McDermott said coldly, "And I don't trust you at all mister. You've just committed over a dozen specific crimes here and by the time I'm done putting the case against you together there will probably be about a dozen more. So I suggest you tell me why it is you have chosen to commit mutiny and murder only to turn around and change your mind right in the middle of your crime spree because right now I see absolutely no reason to not lock you up in the deepest and darkest hole I can find where you can rot for the rest of your life?" 

 

McDermott paused for a moment and then said, "And don't make the mistake of making another threat to this ship, it's crew or any other innocents. It doesn't impress me nor will it deter me in any way, shape, or form." 

 

 “Only a dozen, I must be slowing down as I’m getting older sir; but I understand and what you’re saying it’s fair enough sir.” Chance started to say as he slowly grabbed the phasers in his belt and tossed them toward the wall behind him.  “Well sirs, Please understand that I didn’t get to pick my whole team for this mission.  Those three there,” Chance pointed to the dead bodies on the floor “plus 12 others on my team are all part of a spec ops murder squad sent by Colonel D’rajevon.  They were put on my team to make sure I did what I was hired for.  During my month long journey to rendezvous with the Dennison I made a few stops along the way.  That was when I discovered that myself and the members of my team that I did select were to be killed weather we were successful in stealing this ship or not.  What I couldn’t find out was specifically who was on the murder squad and who was not.  Kree-ton, Terry 'Cowboy' Walker, Maggie Smith, and Terry Duke I have known since the Federation-Cardassian War; that still left 45 individuals left on my team.  Fortunately, I let it out that I hate to kill without need.”

 

            Chance then faced the doctor “Sorry Nymes, I was bluffing to get you to stop so you wouldn’t get killed by accident as well.”

 

(Reply Nymes)

 

            =^= Chance, the last member of the murder squad is dead sir.  He committed suicide after being cornered.  Last count for our side is 9 dead and 13 with minor to moderate injuries.  Are we staying or going sir? =^=

 

Looking at McDermott, Banowsky, West, and Davis in turn then said “I want Smith, Duke, ‘Cowboy’, and Kree-ton to join me in the conference room.  I want the rest of you to separate our dead from D’rajevons boys and put the two groups at the foot of the Hawk then get out of here and contact Easy Ed for your final payments.  Chance, out.”

 

Focusing his attention back on McDermott Chance returned to his narrative “Where was I?  Oh yea; I let it out that I hate to kill without need, so when I figured out how to capture you four plus the ship I had a hunch that those on the murder squad would try to get me to kill you instead.  Well, they volunteered to be your executioners.  When I told them ‘NO’ the 15 that talked to me as a group to get me to change my mind I figured had to be the whole team.  One way or another someone was going to die; and I’d rather them than you four.”

 

(Reply Nymes, Any)

(Posted by Charlie)




(U.S.S. Dennison–Conference Room–Dr Nymes -0142)

  

 “ Fortunately, I let it out that I hate to kill without need.” Chance then faced the doctor “Sorry Nymes, I was bluffing to get you to stop so you wouldn’t get killed by accident as well.”

 

"And much comfort that is to Shakespeare's wife and child, Chance. Or the others." Nymes picked up his phaser that was on the deck, while Chance was on the Commlink. 

 



Focusing his attention back on McDermott Chance returned to his narrative “Where was I?  Oh yea; I let it out that I hate to kill without need, so when I figured out how to capture you four plus the ship I had a hunch that those on the murder squad would try to get me to kill you instead.  Well, they volunteered to be your executioners.  When I told them ‘NO’ the 15 that talked to me as a group to get me to change my mind I figured had to be the whole team.  One way or another someone was going to die; and I’d rather them than you four.”

 

"You traded 28 lives for your conscience, Chance, for four people you felt closer to." Nymes summarised, walking to the replicator to create hand restraints. "Hands front and centre, and put these on." He continued, throwing the restraints to Chance and his crew.

 

(reply Chance)

 

As they put them on, the displeasure was evident on the face of one of the mutineers, and she thumbed her phaser into a higher setting, aiming at the back of Chance's head. WIthout thought nor apparent action, Nymes pressed the trigger, stunning the woman with a short, controlled phaser burst. From the look of controlled shock on the Captain's face, he had acted just in time; the prefire coils had initiated, and the phaser aimed at Chance discharged, missing the man by inches and ploughing the conference room's wall and ceiling.

 

(reply Chance)

 

"And you said that you were sure of your mutineers' loyalty, Chance. Computer, continue gas deployment, all areas bar deck one. Nymes Delta Four Zero." The computer beeped its affirmation, and within 30 seconds any non-trills in the other decks of the vessel were soundly asleep. Nymes crouched by the fallen pirate, she had been hit by the standard phaser stun blast, and there would be no ill effect thereafter. Considering the six foot gouge in the wall, Chance was lucky that the trill had fired first to ask questions later.

 

Nymes walked around to the new LtCommander, and whispered his next words.


"I have read your file, sir. If Jonas Lemar vouches for you, then I do; my hosts knew of him on Trill." Nymes handed the new FO the phaser. "Permission to regain control of Bridge operations, begin security crew call-backs?"

 

(reply Eric)

(posted by GC)




 (U.S.S. Dennison–Conference Room–Ops Ensign Chance Temerarious-0143)
 

“Fortunately, I let it out that I hate to kill without need.”        Chance then faced the doctor “Sorry Nymes, I was bluffing to get you to stop so you wouldn’t get killed by accident as well.”

 

"And much comfort that is to Shakespeare's wife and child, Chance. Or the others." Nymes picked up his phaser that was on the deck, while Chance was on the Commlink. 

 

 

Focusing his attention back on McDermott Chance returned to his narrative “Where was I?  Oh yea; I let it out that I hate to kill without need, so when I figured out how to capture you four plus the ship I had a hunch that those on the murder squad would try to get me to kill you instead.  Well, they volunteered to be your executioners.  When I told them ‘NO’ the 15 that talked to me as a group to get me to change my mind I figured had to be the whole team.  One way or another someone was going to die; and I’d rather them than you four.” 

 

"You traded 28 lives for your conscience, Chance, for four people you felt closer to." Nymes summarized, walking to the replicator to create hand restraints. "Hands front and centre, and put these on." He continued, throwing the restraints to Chance and his crew.

 

Chance looked at his confederates “None of you pick those up; but drop your weapons.  The commander here is taking the five of us into custody now without further incident.  Isn’t that right sir?” 

 

(Reply McDermott)

 

Chance picked up a pair of cuffs and tossed them at the doctor’s feet “Why don’t you get off hypocritical high horse.  As these four will tell you,” he indicated the four command grade officers “as a commanding officer you have to choose the lesser of two evils.  So tell me Doc, 28 lives now or 28,000 lives later if this ship got in their control?  Yea, I’m sorry Shakespeare died; but did you know he was ordered to kill you if you got out of hand?”

 

(Reply Nymes iyw)

 

Before Chance could respond, he and his 5 confederates were escorted out of the room by the new XO without harm or incident.

 

(Reply Nymes, McDermott, Any iyw)

(Posted by Charlie)







(U.S.S. Dennison–Conference Room–Commander Trevan West-0144)
    
 
Chance picked up a pair of cuffs and tossed them at the doctor’s feet “Why don’t you get off hypocritical high horse.  As these four will tell you,” he indicated the four command grade officers “as a commanding officer you have to choose the lesser of two evils.  So tell me Doc, 28 lives now or 28,000 lives later if this ship got in their control?  Yea, I’m sorry Shakespeare died; but did you know he was ordered to kill you if you got out of hand?”

TRevan turned to the Doctor, "He's right about that at least Lewis. I would gladly trade twenty-eight dead instead of twenty-eight thousand."

Then West turned towards Eric, "You will escort them out to the Brig for now,"

 

(reply Eric)

 

"Doctor, I appreciate the effort but it was not needed for you to be here. You have other issues at hand do you not," it wasn't a question that needed to be answered. "You are preparing for your trial, this doesn't help matters. Go back to your quarters and take the time to reflect or whatever you need to do, I need you focused for your trial."

 

 
(USS Dennison – Conference Room  – 1st Officer – Lt. Commander Eric McDermott – 0145) 

 

Eric's humor was not improving any as he watched the confrontation between Nymes and Temerarious. While the Doctor had shown initiative earlier in taking the pirates on as he had. Now he was showing an appalling lack of protocol. He obviously did not trust his superiors to handle the situation and had taken it upon himself to confront the traitorous Temerarious and that did not sit well with the Dennison's First Officer. 

 

It was obvious that it was not sitting well with West who turned to Eric and said, "You will escort them out to the Brig for now?" 

 

"Of course," McDermott nodded and not bothering to reveal that he was already armed, he took two of the Phasers that had been surrendered by the Pirates and training the weapons muzzles on the small group he said, "I believe we all know where we are going." 

 

As they were leaving the Conference Room McDermott heard West round on the Doctor. 

 

"Doctor, I appreciate the effort but it was not needed for you to be here. You have other issues at hand do you not?" it was obviously not a question as much as a statement. "You are preparing for your trial, this doesn't help matters. Go back to your quarters and take the time to reflect or whatever you need to do, I need you focused for your trial." 

 

As the door closed behind him McDermott was full of questions. Within hours of being aboard the Dennison he had seen an attempt to commandeer the ship and discovered that the ships Chief Medical Officer was about to face a court-martial. 

 

McDermott sighed softly, obviously the problems that Captain Madison had been having with a stable command staff was affecting discipline and adherence to regulations, to say the least. As he followed the miscreants down to the Dennison's brig, McDermott came to the realization that he had a lot of work to do. 

 

 

(USS Dennison – Brig  – 1st Officer – Lt. Commander Eric McDermott – 0147)

 

When McDermott and his prisoners entered the brig they surprised the lone watch officer who until that very moment only had to monitor an empty brig. Moving forward the Lt(jg). said, "Hold on here. What is going on?" 

 

McDermott who had been behind the group stepped to the side still keeping his distance but allowing the watch officer to see him. "Each of these prisoners are to be locked down individually in solitary confinement Lieutenant." 

 

The man blinked and looked at Eric not recognizing him at all. Finally he said, "I'm sorry commander but I need command authorization for that." 

 

"You've got it Lieutenant, I'm Lt. Commander McDermott your new First Officer now move it."   

 

The young officers eyes widened for a moment and then he said, "Yes sir. Sorry sir I didn't know anything about that." Moving to his main panel he did a quick check with the ships computer and discovered that this stranger was indeed the ships new First Officer. With that he opened the maximum security, solitary confinement cells and watched as McDermott gestured each of the prisoners into there own holding cells. 

 

=^=Sullivan to McDermott.=^=

 

Eric was not sure who Sullivan was but he was sure that it would be some time before he new everyone aboard the Dennison. Tapping his badge he responded, "Go Sullivan." 

 

=^=Sir, Commander West is on his way over to meet with the Station Administrator for a briefing at 0200. He has requested that you join him sir.=^= 

 

McDermott responded with, "Understood Sullivan. As soon as I've seen to the prisoners I'll beam directly over from here." 

 

That done McDermott proceeded to check each of the prisoners over individually, using a combination of security tricorder scans and he even went as far as personally frisking each person. By the time he was done he had confiscated a small pile of items from each person all of which was placed in an evidence bin for each person and sealed. 

 

With each prisoner left with nothing but their clothing and sealed in solitary confinement Eric turned on the sweating Lieutenant and said, "No visitors and no one is to see them or even know about them with the exception of command staff or flag officers is that clear mister?" 

 

"Yes Sir!"

 

McDermott offered the young man a wry smile and said, "You did the right thing checking the computer to ensure that I was not using rank to bully you into doing something against the regs. I'll be noting that in your service records." 

 

The Lieutenant nodded and offered a weak smile. "Thank you sir."

 

McDermott had just entered the passageway when he spotted T'vel, her uniform in shambles, striding toward him with a Phaser rifle in hand and an ugly bruise on her left cheek. Concerned he moved toward her and touched the side of her face, examining the bruise, before he remembered that Vulcan's rarely liked to be touched. 

 

Dropping his had he said, "Are you alright? What happened?"

 

Again she seemed to be almost…almost smiling at him. "I am unimpaired sir. I was just moving my belongings into my new quarters when the officer that was escorting me attempted to stun me. There was a struggle and he attempted to sexually assault me. He is unconscious and restrained in my room." 

 

McDermott nodded and tapped his badge, "McDermott to security. There is another privateer currently restrained and unconscious in Ensign T'vel's quarters. Have him picked up and placed in solitary confinement immediately." 

 

=^=Yes sir.=^=

 

Turning to her he said, "You better come with me for now."

 

She nodded and said, "Of course."

 

Tapping his badge yet again he said, "McDermott to bridge. Two to beam over to Geneva."

 

In moments the two officers were gone.

 

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(USS Dennison, Bridge, Commander Trevan West, 0148)

 

    The bridge had finally been restored back to working order, the shields had been dropped and the walkway to the Starbase had been extended again. 

"Commander West," said one of the replacement crewmen at tactical, "you are requested to meet the Station administrator at 0200."

'Great' thought Trevan, 'just what I need now' "Tell him I am on my way over, inform Commander McDermott and have him meet me there."

 

 

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(posted by Kerry Fletcher)






U.S.S. Dennison - 'All Bar None' - CSO Bracken - 0200)

Dale lay back in the chair, her feet on the chair opposite. She had
reached the bar to find that no one she recognised was currently there.
Part of her was slightly disappointed, of that fact, the rest of her
however was actually glad for the time alone, where she could actually
relax, let the job go for those few moments that could allow her eyes to
close, and her mind to truly empty. She felt a smile come to her face as
she remembered moments from her childhood, moments when her mother, hard
core marine that she had been, had hit the bars once shore leave hit. It
had had always been a moment of some stress for the young Dale and her
father, Shore leave meant a company of elite marines out letting their
company hair down; it had once resulted in Leola, Dale's mother,
hospitalising a Cardassian warrior. That however was a story that had been
old in the telling, many would come later perhaps, depended on who turned
up to join her, as Dale felt her consciousness ebb against the
semi-oppressive flow of the bar.

Dale heard the chink of a full glass against the table, "Drink's up
Ensign, welcome to shoreleave." She heard the barman say jovially. The
smile deepened, She didn't open her eyes. "Humour me barkeep, what is it."
Dale answered, not really wanting to know. She now understood the
unsuppressible desire to really kick back . The bittersweet sting of a
mission ended, the hint of adrenaline of completion mixed with a dash of
trepidation of what is yet to come.
 "Bit of this, bit of that."  Dale felt a friendly pat on the shoulder.
"Good to be back?" he continued.
Dale opened her eyes, picked up the glass and drained a third of it
without blinking, then looked up at him. "Mostly, looking forward to the
next mission now though - you know how it goes"

The barman nodded knowingly, understanding more perhaps than Dale realised.
"I certainly do Sir." he answered quietly, patting her shoulder once more.

Dale heard him walk away, and she kept lifting her drink in a silent word
of thanks, her eyes now closed against the rest of the room once more.

(Reply any who fancies joining.)

(Posted by Mark)





(Starbase geneva, JAG Office, Commander Trevan West– 0230) 

 

 

    The Judge Advocate General's office, or JAG, was about what he expected it to be. It was a plain room, slightly larger than an Admiral's quarters, with several stacks of PADDS and other personal items strewn about the large wooden desk.

The woman behind it however, did not seem to be in a very good mood this morning. Weather it was from her job, lack of sleep or something altogether it wasn't going to help the day pass quickly for anyone in her grasp.

    Trevan stood at attention before her, "Commander Trevan West, reporting as ordered sir," he said feeling slightly silly when having to address a woman as sir. 'Stupid traditions' he thought.

The woman slowly stood up and looked right into his eyes, "Captain Erica Hastings, JAG officer for this sector," she didn't extend her hand to greet him.    

    Sitting down back at her desk she pulled a PADD out of the stack, apparently knowing what was what in the mess. "Commander, the court martial that is scheduled will be a little different than what should take place. As you can see," she said indicating the office with a wave, "I am not really equipped for such a thing and with the war on, I have been a little busy."

    Captain Hastings went on to explain the procedure she had laid out for the day. The trial, or what she called a trial, would be held in her office with the usual supporting cast. The person or persons on trial would not get a chance to really explain themselves but would be allowed one officer to produce evidence of their guilt or innocence. The defending officer would then, of course defend by showing their own evidence. Once this was complete, the JAG officer would produce a guilty or not guilty verdict based on what she thought was the right thing to do.

    "Also, the proceedings will only be one hour in length. I am sorry about that but I am too busy to have lengthy proceedings these days, and really most are a waste of time. However in this case, it is not. There are some serious charges here and I intend to see the evidence. We will commence at 1200 hours as opposed to 0900 hours. You have until then." she said dismissing him.

    Trevan stood at attention again, "Yes sir." he replied and walked out into the corridor.

Tapping his badge he managed to communicate all this information to Eric McDemott who would relay that to Darsons, Nymes, and now Chance.

    "Thanks Eric, as you know I will be a character witness to Miss Darsons so I can't help you on this but Dale Bracken should be able to give you a hand with anything computer related."

 

 

 

 

(Reply McDermott)

(posted by Kerry Fletcher















(U.S.S. Dennison–Brig–Ops Ensign (sg) Chance Temerarious-0300)

 

            The agents had separated the five of them and turned on monitors for each of them with no sound so they could each watch from their cells and see what happened to the others in the interrogation room when the interviews began.  Chance decided Intel was pissed because someone was able to covertly penetrate their, supposedly, impenetrable ship security.  ~So we bruised their ego, F*#k them. ~ he thought.

 

            Chance thought back too when he first met Duke, Walker, Smith, and Kree-ton during the Fed-Car war when he was a cocky, young privateer.  It was a mission he will never forget as long as he lived.  Using the Star Hawk as a landing craft, he had taken part in a joint forces effort to rescue POWs from a Cardassian prison.  Kree-ton was a Colonel in the Klingon Forces at the time and he led the mission.  Chance pulled the four of them out of that hell hole along with 22 others, which included Romulans, Klingons, and Federals.  But that was also the mission that Chance’s fiancée, a Romulan woman, T’Lela was murdered by an Andorian who tried to steal the Star Hawk and leave the rest of them behind to die in an attempt to save his own hide.

 

            After their withdraw from the prison and had gone to warp, Chance went to where he had the Andorian, Thrall was his last name, had been chained to a bulkhead and with revenge in his heart and murder in his eyes; Chance beat the Andorian to death with a piece of piping.  Chance didn’t know it at the time, but Kree-ton witnessed the beating.

 

            During the war, Margaret “Maggie” Smith had been a civilian contractor who worked as a planner in Combat Logistics.  While being transferred from one field commander’s staff to another, the ship she was a passenger on fell under attack.  She was captured and sent to the Cardassian prison that Temerarious helped rescue her from.  While in prison, she was raped and beaten within an inch of her life by her captors.

 

            Sergeant Terry “Cowboy” Walker was a combat engineer whose unit operated AS the left flank for an advancing ground campaign.  When he came up missing, his platoon leader declared him AWOL.  Come to find out he got wounded and captured during an overnight engagement with the enemy. 

 

            Petty Officer 2nd Class Terry Duke was a Engineer’s Mate on a Miranda-class ship.  While on a scouting mission, the ship was attacked by 3 enemy vessels and was damaged so badly that the captain gave the order to abandon ship.  Duke’s life pod was picked up by the enemy and he was sent to prison.  The federation declared him Killed in Action.

 

            After that mission Smith, Duke, and Walker all left Starfleet.  Chance talked to his grandfather, “Easy Ed” Raschen, about hiring them.  Ed not only hired them, but gave them training and counseling so they wouldn’t fall victim to people like their Cardassian captors again.

 

            Chance met the three humans again after the war, when he went home to Texas.   His mom, Margaret, had told Terry, ‘Cowboy’, and Maggie about him turning down a Starfleet commission, but agreed to being contracted for special operations work as a privateer in foreign territories.  They had remembered Chance being the one to fly them away from prison during the war; so they asked if they could join him in his upcoming adventures, and Chance agreed to let them join him.

 

            During a mission deep into the Klingon Empire, they came across Kree-ton in a deep, dark hole of a cantina.  As the five of them talked, come to find out, shortly before Kree-ton was to be promoted to General, he had lost favor with the Klingon High Counsel, and sent into exile.  So Chance hired the Klingon onto his crew.

 

            Over the years the five had become a family of sorts.  Cowboy and Maggie were engaged to be married.  Kree-ton, and Terry shared a good humored rivalry over almost everything from women to drinking to fighting to God knows what else in between.  Chance joins them in their misadventures in drinking just to see what happens.

 

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(Posted by Charlie)








(U.S.S. Dennison–Brig–Ops Ensign (SG) Chance Temerarious-0500)

 

            Ever since Temerarious was locked away in his cell, he decided he would get some sleep.  Every 30-40 minutes, it seemed, Chance would sit-up in his cot and listen to the noises outside his cell.  He started to smile when he heard the lone guard snoring.  Remembering how thorough the new XO was about frisking him and his four friends.  Chance even recalled McDermott using a tri-corder to scan them; confiscating several hidden items from each of the 5 privateers in custody.

 

~Fortunately, ~ Chance thought as he lay on the cot in his cell ~he didn’t scan our boots to good. ~ Temerarious reached down and pulled a tiny tab on the back of his boot heal.  Inside the tiny compartment was a handy little gizmo his Bounty Hunter grandfather called “The Locksmith”.  Taking the little device and pressing up to the bulkhead by the cell door and squeezing the device between his fingers.  Emitting a tiny pulse wave, the “locksmith” caused the door to open.  Putting the little device back into his boot heal, Chance then stuck his head out of his cell and watched his guard sleep for a minute or two.

 

Temerarious walked around to the desk and opened the four cells his comrades were in.  As they stuck their heads out to see what was going on Chance just ordered them “Stay in your cells.  If we don’t try to escape they might believe us more readily.”  When the other four nodded in understanding and ducked back into their cells.

 

Chance then opened the cell roster on the computer to see who was in the other cell.  Temerarious didn’t know the man, but he was arrested for attempted rape.  Chance had no stomach for rapist; especially after he met Maggie at the Cardassian prison.  Chance did notice that he was listed as one of his privateers.  Considering, Chance understood how they would come to that conclusion; but it still pissed him off.  Temerarious left a note on a PADD that said “the rapist in number 6 isn’t one of my people.  C. Temerarious” and gently laid it on the sleeping guard’s chest before returning to his cell.  Of the six cells, Chance left the rapist locked up.

 

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(Posted by Charlie)








(Runabout Ribble - Cockpit - Internal Affairs, Counsel - Lt.sg Rachel Islington - 0600)

 
Rachel sat at the copilot's station, reading over the case notes supplied from the JAG office regarding proceedings happening on the Dennison. It was not her concern, yet, that the vessel had gone dark for a couple of months, nor did she find any interest in it - it would be broken down into a report at some point. No, her concern was focused around the case of two individuals, and who she had been assigned to defend in the impending court-martial.
 
"Lewis Nymes, Ensign, s.g. Joined Trill, Serving CMO of the Dennison from 2407.01.19. Charged with: Gross Misconduct unbecoming a Starfleet Officer, Kidnap, Conspiracy to commit Perjury, Conspiracy to Defraud, Aggravated Assault of a fellow Starfleet Officer, Failure to follow orders, and Treason. They're just the headlines.
 
"Woo-ee. And this guy is a Doctor."
 
Her pilot merely nodded, requested clearance to dock at the starbase, and set the runabout down.
 
Rachel took her shoulder bag and walked down the gantry to the starbase - small shuttles and runabouts weren't her most favorite part of serving in the Fleet - she was a mild sufferer from vertigo, compounding her space sickness. 
 
As she stepped onto the deckplate, she was met by the First officer of the Base.
 
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"It wasn't a bad flight, sir. Rachel Islington, Internal Affairs."
 
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(posted by GC)



USS Dennison - Quarters - Dr Nymes & Cmdr West - 0900 )

Nymes sat with his third, fourth, fifth empty cups of tea around his desk, with several PADDs scattered on his desk. He had been reading and rereading his logs, and preparing his written statement into the proceedings that were levelled against him.
 
The Charge of insubordination, was a non-entity. He had acted as a concerned, aFO would have acted in that situation, by suggesting a nonviolent, innovative and safer option for the resolution of the Holodeck fiasco. The fact that he had been demoted for that philanthropic consideration, which had been very quietly displayed on the bridge, was one for the historians and lawyers. But It did not matter. Nymes had since proven himself loyal by saving the lives of half the bridge crew; Bracken, West, Semme, and Divay were all still upright due to his appropriate care, so dereliction of duty was also not applicable.
 
The charges of Espionage and treason were laughable, especially in the light of the full and frank confession of Darsons. The involvement of a Doenitz element in Nymes' history was a strange concept, but the intelligence services had long memories, even if that had overlooked that Nymes had been joined during that ill-fated mission, all those lifetimes ago. The Telescope had been recovered for LoDona, and Nymes had been cleared of espionage charges on the Dennison.
 
Despite this, Nymes had used the medical transporters without consent, and deployed anaesthetic gas in the Sickbay, knocking out half of the security detail on board and escaping. Nymes' rationale for this would be to prime the mole hunt, and find the very person who had tried to frame him for the computer problems that they had seen. As a means to an end, it worked, even if he had abducted a senior officer at phaserpoint to do it. And again, there was a rationale for that too - West had been seriously injured and needed medical care, medical care that the only doctor on board could provide in the absence of a viable EMH. 
 
Even with a hawk of a prosecutor, Nymes felt that, at worst, he would walk away from the court martial with a mild rebuke. With the arrest of the real spy, there was every possibility that his actions would be accurately seen for the caring actions of a falsely accused officer who was attempting everything in order to be able to continue his work, as evidenced by the 7 personnel that would have died had he not intervened. He could have given up on any or all of them, but he not stopped in the face of adversity.
 
Nymes looked up as the doors opened to his quarters, and he saw Commander West standing there. Nymes quickly got to his feet, smoothing his work uniform as he did so.
 
"Is there any news about the court-martial, sir?"
 
Trevan replied, "As far as I can tell, it will take place at 1100 hours in the JAG offices."
 
"Who will be representing me at the proceedings?"
 
'" Well, it usually falls to me, but as I have a conflict of interest in the proceedings, Lieutennant Commander McDermott and Ensign Divay will be acting counsel."
 
"Thank you, sir."
"No problem Lewis, the evidence is surely in your favour. However, I must point out that I have been asked to testify as a character witness to Miss. Darsons and have accepted."
 
 
(reply West)
(posted by GC)





USS Dennison – Deck 2 - First Officers Quarters – 1st Officer – Lt. Commander Eric McDermott – 1015) 

 

By the time the meeting on Starbase Geneva had ended, and the written reports had been completed it had been late indeed. McDermott had returned to the Dennison exhausted from the events of the last three days. He had yet to get more than five hours of sleep straight and it was not looking like that would happen anytime soon. 

 

After a quick four-hour nap in his temporary quarters on deck seventeen. The computer awoke him at 0900 and he spent an hour trying to wake up while going over the Dennison's duty logs for the previous mission paying close attention to any entries that referred to the criminals that had attempted to take the Dennison only a few hours before. 

 

A brief message popped up on the screen informing him that the First Officers Quarters had been vacated and prepared for him and that he could move in at any time. It had taken Eric perhaps five minutes to gather his belongings as he'd not even bothered to unpack anything and he simply threw on the uniform that he'd worn the day before. 

 

The trip to deck two was quick and he was able to duck into his new quarters without anyone seeing him, which suited him fine as he was in no state to be meeting his crew or fellow officers. When the door closed Eric brought up the lights and felt his mouth drop open as he looked around him. Never in his life had he had such…luxurious living accommodations. 

 

The large living area had certain sections that were obviously devoted for different functions. The Replicator and small table in one corner were obviously for meals and it looked as though he could even host a number of guests for meals if he chose. Just across   the room was what was obviously an area for relaxation and general living with a plush couch and several chairs and even a holographic generator. The third area was a nook that was obviously meant to serve as an office so that he could work while he was in his quarters. 

 

Through a small entryway he found the next set of rooms, one was meant for personal hygiene and again Eric was stunned as he found a full sized shower with real running water. The bedroom was large and dominating the normal bedroom furniture was a large luxurious bed. Even the closet was large, especially considering the small number of personal items that Eric owned. 

 

His first act was to take and enjoy and long hot shower. The first water shower he'd had in longer than he cared to remember. That complete he unpacked his belongings, which were few in number. He only had three sets of civilian clothes, which he hung up in the closet. With that done he replicated seven complete duty uniforms for himself and one full dress uniform, which he also hung up. He knew that many officers replicated clothing on a day-to-day basis but Eric had always felt that his closet looker ridiculous with only four or five items hanging up and therefore always kept a weeks supply on hand. 

 

At the bottom of his clothing duffle he found the one luxury that he allowed himself. A large, soft, fluffy white terry clothe robe. Slipping that on with a satisfied sigh he looked at the still almost empty closet and after a few moment replicated several other unusual uniform items, and soon his closet looked at least somewhat full although some of the items were wildly out of place in a personal closet. 

 

With that done he contacted the Quartermasters office and requisitioned a desk along with the standard senior officers office equipment, requesting that it be transported to his quarters as soon as possible. With that done he contacted security and ordered the duty officer to send up an officer with a full kit as soon as possible. 

 

While waiting Eric unpacked the few belongings that he had. His Katana and Hrathen Razor Saber went upon their display racks in the corner behind where his desk would eventually be. The small holoprojector that stored all of his father's old personal logs he set aside for later placement on his desk. Several pictures of him at the Academy were hung about in various spots to break up the monotony of bare walls and behind where his desk would be went the picture of him as a fourth year cadet standing next to his fathers old friend, Captain Stanford Evers at the beginning of his last year at the Academy. 

 

A familiar sound caused him to turn and he watched as a large black angular desk with a mirror like shine materialized in his living room along with various boxes that he assumed contained the rest of his equipment. McDermott was rather stunned by the desk. He'd expected nothing more than a larger version of the basic desk he'd had when he was second officer aboard the Nimitz. 

 

He was about to call the Quartermaster and ask him about it when the chime on his door announced that he had a visitor. 

 

Annoyed Eric said, "Enter."

 

An Ensign entered with a large sealed case in one hand. She looked at him a bit surprised to see him standing before him in a robe and then looking around at the disarray she smiled and said, "Still settling in sir." 

 

McDermott nodded and gave her the slight smirk that served as a smile for him saying, "Yes I'm afraid it's going to take a while before I'm ready for guests." 

 

She chuckled and said, "I can imagine sir." Looking around her again she said, "I was told to report here sir but if you'd like I can come back at a better time." 

 

Eric shook his head and said, "I appreciate that Ensign but let's get this over with now."

 

Nodding she took the case over to a convenient table and opened it. The case contained various weapons packed in form fitting foam and was part of a kit that Security used when signing out weapons. Those officers and crewmen whose jobs required them and senior ships officers were all allowed to sign out personal weapons and keep them in their quarters. 

 

The Ensigns eyes widened when Eric began pulling weapons out quickly and it was obvious that he'd already made the decision on what he was going to take. Most officers, especially command level officers took a type one and type two Phaser. McDermott however took a pair of the small holdout type one Phasers and a total of three type two's. He pulled out a type three, commonly called a Phaser Rifle and pulled out a total of three photon grenades. Finally he took out and advanced Mark XI Tactical Tricorder. 

 

As he was signing for them the Ensign had to ask, "Sir do you mind if I ask what branch you were in before you went into command?" 

 

McDermott offered her another wry smirk and said, "Tactical/Security Ensign. Why do you ask?"

 

She smiled and said, "I thought that might be the case sir. I've never had anyone sign out such an extensive personal kit before." 

 

McDermott nodded and said, "I assume I can trust you to keep your knowledge to yourself Ensign."

 

She stiffened a bit and said, "Sir I consider confidentiality a part of my job and I would only tell the Captain or the Chief of Security about the extent of the equipment that you've signed out and then only if they asked." 

 

McDermott nodded and gave her another of his small smiles saying, "I appreciate your diligence and circumspection Ensign." 

 

She had only just left when another chime announced yet another visitor. This time it was a Lieutenant who introduced himself as the ships Quartermaster. McDermott was less than pleased with the man at the moment but he seemed delighted to see Eric and bustled into the quarters saying, "I just thought I'd give you a hand sir. I know that setting some of this stuff up can be overwhelming and the desk is really heavy." 

 

Eric followed him in saying, "I appreciate that Lieutenant I was actually going to contact you about this desk-"

 

"Isn't it incredible!" The quartermaster said hurriedly. "As soon as you came aboard sir I did some research on you and of course I found out who your father was. It took some crosschecking but eventually I was able to find some pictures of his desk when he was the First Officer aboard the Agamemnon and later aboard the Venture. It took some doing but I was able to find the records on the exact details of the desk and after that it was just programming it into the industrial replicator. This is an exact reproduction of that desk." 

 

Eric had been about to cut the man off but then what he had just said sunk in and Eric had to force his mouth closed. As the Quartermaster hurried toward the desk Eric had to fight to get control of his expression, he felt as though he had been kicked in the groin. While it was obvious that the man had done this with the best of intentions, he had simply poured salt in an old wound that would likely never heal. 

 

Taking several deep breaths McDermott was able to compose himself just as the Quartermaster turned to him and said, "Shall we move it into position sir?" 

 

Eric knew he had to either accept the gift as it was or say something now and subject himself to the explanations that it would require. Nodding he said, "Of course." 

 

Within thirty minutes the desk was in place and all of the equipment was installed and operating including his personal terminal. Both men stood back to study the affect and after a moment the Quartermaster said, "Perfect!" 

 

McDermott grunted noncommittally but the other seemed to take that as agreement and turning he said, "Well sir I'm sure you have a lot to do so I better let you get to it." 

 

Eric nodded saying, "Yes it's going to be a busy day."

 

As he let the Lieutenant out the young man said, "Oh by the way sir, I'm, Lieutenant Sims."

 

Eric shook his hand and said, "A pleasure Mr. Sims."

 

Sims nodded and said, "Might I enquire how your father is sir? I didn't have time to go though all the records but the last entries were over a decade ago. I'm figuring he's a captain by now if not retired." 

 

Eric looked at the eager young officer for a moment and then said, "He's dead Mister Sims."

 

Sims paled and after a moment stuttered, "Oh sir…I'm sorry…I didn't…"

 

Eric shook his head and said, "There is nothing to apologize for Mister Sims. Good day to you."

 

McDermott spent another half hour unpacking the last few items he had before he finally made himself take his fathers Holoprojector and placed it upon his new desk…his father's desk. Taking a seat at the desk Eric looked around him and tried to get a feel for it. After a long minute he reached out and touched the projector selecting a specific entry. 

 

The miniature version of Roderick McDermott appeared and even in miniature it was obvious that he was a large man and in life he would have stood at least a foot taller than his son. There was no doubt that the two were father and son, although Eric firmly believed that his father was much better looking of the two. Touching the play button Eric sat back with a sigh as the image of his father began to speak. 

 

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(Posted By: Ken Thacker)    




(Starbase–SFI Office Section–Colonel Benjamin Hernandez-1040)

 

To:

U.S.S. Dennison; NCC-91376 Command Staff

 

From the Office of:

Assistant Deputy Director of Security for Starfleet Intelligence Special Operations

 

Subject:

ENS (SG) Chance Temerarious (a.k.a. Charles “Chance” Raschen)

 

            The psychological report on him from the academy says “This individual exhibits a unique resourcefulness, uses unorthodox methods, but doesn’t appear to have any moral grounding whatsoever.”  I have also received copies of your own reports concerning this individual stating that he is resourceful, unorthodox, capable, dependable, selfless, and courageous.  Also in your own reports, he has performed above and beyond the call of duty risking the loss of his own life and personal property (Star Hawk FPV-1273) to save the lives of his fellow shipmates, and members of his Chain-of-Command, as well as the U.S.S. Dennison herself.

 

            I feel I must apologize for your current dealings with this individual because we didn’t accept his defection months ago.  On stardate 2407.01.20 during his journey to rendezvous with you after his graduation from the academy, Mr. Temerarious (Raschen) made contact with this office through one of our agents.  He claimed that he had been a Federation privateer before joining Starfleet; and that while at the academy he was recruited and paid handsomely (half up front) by COL D’rajevon to steal a multi-vector ship from the 52nd Fleet and deliver it to Bajor.  When Mr. Temerarious (Raschen) stated that he wished to defect to the 52nd; my agent incorrectly informed him that he couldn’t simply defect, but had to deliver something of military significance.

 

            All of the evidence as well as the following points have all been discussed with the bases JAG office.  I understand that murder is illegal, but he did kill your would be assassins after his defection was accepted by you; thus making those killings an act of war and saving your lives in the process.  The charge of Piracy by way of seizure of your vessel should also be considered an act of war; due to the fact that he was acting as an enemy operative when he gained control of your ship.  Especially in view of the fact that less than two single minutes passed from the time he announced he had gained control and wished to defect, to his defection being accepted, and control of the vessel being returned to you; after all, the ship’s engines didn’t even go online according to the stations sensors.  You shouldn’t even really try to bring the charge of Jailbreak against him because according to the videos I’ve seen, he didn’t go anywhere but back to his cell.  That in itself demonstrates his sincerity because once he got out he and his compatriots could have fled, but didn’t.

 

After discussing the evidence with JAG; it is the opinion of this office that if he wasn’t sincere about defending his shipmates and defecting, he wouldn’t have risked his life to save other members of your crew or your ship. If you do decide to punish him, it is the recommendation this office and the JAG office that it be Non-Judicial Punishment.  With the exception of this incident, this individual has proven himself a valuable member of your crew and that is where he should be kept.

 

One last thing; you should consider yourselves lucky that the actions of your doctor didn’t cause him to change his mind.  The amount of devastation that Mr. Temerarious (Raschen) could have caused would have been astronomical.

 

Signed,

Benjamin Hernandez

Brigadier, SFMC

 

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(Posted by Charlie)






(USS Dennison – Office of the Judge Adjutant General – 1st Officer – Lt. Commander Eric McDermott – 1321) 

 

McDermott was in a foul mood and this interminable wait was not improving his mood any. He had better things to do than to be defending miscreants who should be sitting in a Starfleet brig. This was not the first time he'd been forced to deal with criminals wearing Starfleet uniform although he was fervently hoping that it would be the last time. 

 

The whole incident was bringing back memories of the Djorn Major Incident in which he had investigated the murder of Starfleet marine Major Julian Wells at the hands of Ensign Thom Hania. Hania had turned out to be a brainwashed Doenitz assassin who had later committed suicide in order to prevent his own capture. 

 

The whole thing had left a bad taste in Eric's mouth and starting out on a new ship this way was not auspicious in his view. 

 

As First Officer Eric had been forced to act as the defending officer for the accused and he was not at all happy about it. Neither was he happy with the hearing that the local JAG, Captain Erica Hastings had put together. 

 

She had somehow contrived to place what should have been two separate legal proceedings into one hearing. With the seriousness of the charges that the defendants were facing, this should have been a full court-martial with a five-member panel of command grade officers. Instead it was a court of inquiry headed by Hastings herself with two Lieutenants serving as panel members on the board. 

 

McDermott had gotten a bad feeling more than halfway through the hearing that the decision had already been made on what the results were and he was sure that this whole thing was going to be whitewashed. Eric of course had conducted himself as his duty required and had defended his clients vigorously and saw to it that each and every regulation was scrupulously adhered to and that the rights of his clients were protected. He had also expected to see each and every one of them led away in restraints. 

 

When Captain Hastings returned into the room after the too brief deliberation period, with a relaxed look on her face he knew that his suspicions had been correct. 

 

When Hastings took her seat she said to everyone assembled, "You may be seated."

McDermott took his seat, his face wooden and a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He took a quick glance at Nymes, Chance and Darsons, they all looked appropriately nervous as they well should be. 

 

Hastings cut Eric's thoughts off with, "This has been a disturbing series of events and in all my years of service I have never seen such a twisted and ambiguous set of circumstances. The fact that it surrounds a group of officers within Starfleet and on such a celebrated vessel as the USS Dennison disturbs me even more." 

 

Hastings paused as she reorganized several PADD's on the table in front of her and then looking up she said, "Please stand Ensign Nymes."   

 

McDermott stood along side the young officer he had just defended and waited in the tension filled silence.

 

Looking at them both her expression unreadable Hastings said, "Lewis Nymes the board finds your actions reprehensible and your conduct unbecoming of an officer and a member of Starfleet. If it were not for the additional circumstances involved here I would certainly see to it that you were dishonorably discharged and that you would serve a term in a Federation Penal facility. As it is this board finds you guilty on a single charge of kidnapping a Starfleet officer." 

 

Hastings paused for a moment and then went on, "Due to the mitigating circumstances the board has chosen not to impose the maximum penalty for this crime and as such you will be penalized in the following ways. Upon the end of this hearing a formal Letter of Reprimand will be entered into your permanent service record. Additionally you will be on probation for one year starting today. Should you so much as step a toe out of line between now and the termination date of your probation I can assure you that you will face the full weight of your misdeeds and this court will not again be lenient with you. Do you understand me mister?" 

 

(Reply: Nymes)

 

Hastings turned from Nymes at this point and Eric gestured curtly for the Doctor to sit. His mind was in turmoil and he was disgusted with the results of Nymes trial. 

 

Hastings was again speaking, "Please stand Ensign Darsons."

 

Again Hastings paused although this time for a considerably shorter period. "The charges against you Ensign are impressive in number and in seriousness. The evidence is irrefutable, the witnesses impeccable and the case is ironclad. As such this board find you guilty on all charges." 

 

Hastings paused again as she pulled another PADD in front of her and after a moment she went on, "However…during this investigation it has been discovered that you have also been a victim and been used in a manner that I have come to expect from the forces supporting the Usurper Rodrigo Doenitz. The fact that you were acting as an agent and operative of the Doenitz Regime is completely mitigated by the fact that you were operating under the influence of a Neural Synaptic Inhibitor, which forced you to act as an agent for enemy forces without being aware of it." 

 

"As such the Court of inquiry will be dropping all charges against you and you will be placed under a probationary period of six months during which time you will serve aboard the USS Dennison as an Assistant Chief Engineering Officer. When you have completed this period you will be allowed to continue on with your career in the manner that you choose. Do you understand these findings?" 

 

(Reply: Darsons)

 

Again Captain Hastings paused as she shuffled through the PADD's in front of her. Looking up with a distinctly unfriendly look in her eyes she looking at Temerarious and said, "Get on your feet Mister." 

 

When he was standing she spoke coldly and with little emotion. "Mutiny is one of the most serious charges that anyone can ever face in Starfleet. In times of war it can be punishable by death. As much as I would personally like to impose that sanction in this case…circumstances prevent me from doing so. Due to the extremely unusual circumstances involved in this case, this Board will be sanctioning you in the following way." 

 

"Immediately upon the conclusion of this hearing a Letter of Reprimand will be placed in your permanent Service Record. Additionally you will be placed on two years probation and as with Mr. Nymes if you so much as look at someone the wrong way you will find yourself in a court-martial and you had better pray to whatever deity that you believe in to have mercy on your soul because I certainly will not." 

 

Hastings looked down for a moment at her PADD and then looked back up, "From your record I see that you have just received a promotion. While I would like nothing better than to demote you at this point I see such an action as superfluous at best so I will allow you to retain your rank." 

 

Hastings paused for a moment her eyes boring into Temerarious and she went on with, "You owe Starfleet more than you will ever be able to repay Mister. I think that perhaps your true sentence should be a lifetime of service to the organization that you tried to harm and while I cannot enforce such a penalty I would certainly like to. Perhaps, if you're any kind of a real man you will devote yourself to a lifetime of serving those you tried to harm. I shall be interested to see what it is you choose to do with this chance to make amends." 

 

Not bothering to ask him if he understood her she waved him back into his seat her disgust apparent. After making several entries on the terminal in front of her she said, "These proceedings are now at a close. Commander McDermott please get your crewmen back to your ship at once." 

 

Eric nodded and turning to all of the witnesses and former defendants he said, "Return to the Dennison immediately. Mr. Temerarious, Mr. Nymes report to my office immediately, I will be there shortly." 

 

Eric waited until everyone had filed out and then turned to face Hastings. When it was only the two of them she said, "You did an excellent job here Lt. Commander. I'll be noting that in your record." 

 

McDermott nodded and said, "Then why do I feel so dirty right now?"

 

She looked at him sharply for a moment and then with a sigh she said, "Because real justice did not happen here today and we both know it." 

 

McDermott nodded and said, "I do know that Captain but presumptuous as it is, I'd like to know why? We're Starfleet officers we're supposed to protect and uphold Federation Law. What we did here today was a whitewash and goes against everything we have sworn to uphold." 

 

"Damn it McDermott don't you think I don't know that!" Hastings blue eyes burned into his cool green ones.

 

"This outcome was predetermined before 0900 this morning! The findings I handed down were given to me before we even started the initial proceedings." 

 

McDermott's eyes narrowed and he said, "By whom? For what reason?"

 

"Who do you think Commander? Think about it. The 52nd is in a fight for its life right now! Millions of sentient beings are struggling to cast down a tyrant and we have this one chance to do it. If we fail, if…we…fail…we could be condemning the galaxy to a dark age that could last for the next thousand years! The Dennison is needed in sector 001 right now and you need your crew, every one of them! One ship, just one ship could make the difference right now. We've got bigger concerns right now than whether or not these people face the punishment they truly deserve!" 

 

McDermott was silent for a long moment and then said, "I understand what your saying Captain but I can't say I like it." 

 

She shook her head and said, "Your opinion is irrelevant at this point Commander. Now I suggest you get back to your ship and do your part to get it ready to rejoin the fleet. Right now the Dennison is badly needed and you are wasting critical time." 

 

McDermott nodded saying, "Understood Captain, good day to you."

 

Erica Hastings sat alone in from some minutes after Lt. Commander Eric McDermott had left her chambers and then is a sudden fit of fury she threw her mug full of tea across the room where it smashed against the far wall. 

 

"Damn!"

 

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(Posted By: Ken Thacker







(USS Dennison – Office of the Judge Adjutant General – Dr Nymes – 1322) 

 

 

Looking at them both her expression unreadable Hastings said, "Lewis Nymes the board finds your actions reprehensible and your conduct unbecoming of an officer and a member of Starfleet. If it were not for the additional circumstances involved here I would certainly see to it that you were dishonorably discharged and that you would serve a term in a Federation Penal facility. As it is this board finds you guilty on a single charge of kidnapping a Starfleet officer." 

 

~ Reprehensible. Saving lives is reprehensible. Figures ~ Nymes thought. Considering he wasn't guilty at all, conversations about sanctions were a bit too much. He had already started the process of determining his appeal letters as the captain continued. But then again, he expected little else - Hastings had bad feelings towards the medic in front of her, despite Nymes' attempts to save the life of her cousin, back on Earth, he had failed. It explained enough for what was to follow.

 

Hastings paused for a moment and then went on, "Due to the mitigating circumstances the board has chosen not to impose the maximum penalty for this crime and as such you will be penalized in the following ways. Upon the end of this hearing a formal Letter of Reprimand will be entered into your permanent service record. Additionally you will be on probation for one year starting today. Should you so much as step a toe out of line between now and the termination date of your probation I can assure you that you will face the full weight of your misdeeds and this court will not again be lenient with you. Do you understand me mister?" 

 

"I understand the words but not the sentiment. I, for one, would address me by my proper title, Captain."

 

No response. Maybe the words had hit home, the wasn't even a hint of contempt in the way he had uttered the sentence. 

 

"Commander," he added, whispering to his counsel. "This has not been a fair trial. Captain Hastings cannot be impartial towards me; there is a back history in the fleet."

 

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(posted by GC)




(USS Dennison – Office of the First Officer – 1st Officer – Lt. Commander Eric McDermott – 1342)

 

McDermott walked through his outer officer and nodded to the young yeoman who hastily stood up behind his small desk. The young man came around the desk and said, "These came for you while you were gone sir," and he handed McDermott several PADD's. 

 

Eric took them and said, "Thank you Carter."

 

With the PADD's in hand and his attention diverted to them McDermott walked right past Nymes and Temerarious leaving them both standing there. When he got into his office the first thing he noticed was Ensign T'vel standing toward the back of the office standing at parade rest with a Phaser at her side. Before he had a chance to ask her why she was there the answer popped into his mind. 

 

She was there to provide him with personal security during a disciplinary action. He felt a bit annoyed at that, as he was more than capable of taking care of himself and neither of the two officers that he was about to dress down were capable of endangering him, no matter what they themselves might think. 

 

Regulations however dictated that she be here and there was no point in challenging it as she was following regulations by the book as was the Chief of Security who had ordered her to be here. With that thought in mind McDermott nodded politely to her and surrendered to the inevitable gracefully. 

 

Sitting behind his desk he swiftly glanced over what needed his attention and discarded two of the four PADD's almost immediately. They were routine and could wait till later for his attention. The other two were more serious matters and needed his attention now. In fact they needed his attention over two hours ago while he was wasting his time aboard Geneva on a sham trial. Gritting his teeth he tapped a button on his desk and his inner office door opened.

 

"Ensign Nymes," he called.

 

The door snapped shut behind Nymes as he entered and McDermott felt a stab of rage flush through him at the look of indignation on the Doctors face as though he had somehow been wronged. Eric cut him off before he even had a chance to speak. 

 

"Don't make the mistake Ensign of believing that my defense of you during this proceeding was an indication that I am on your side. I did my duty as was required of me by the book. The truth of the matter is I believe you should be in restraints and your way to a Federation Penal facility right now!" 

 

McDermott paused for a moment to take a breath and then continued before Nymes had a chance to break in. "There are a number of things that do not impress me Doctor, insubordination is one of them. You may have thought your remarks to Captain Hastings were clever but they were nothing more that a continuation of your own mistaken assumptions." 

 

McDermott paused for a moment as he pulled out another PADD from his desk and tossed it down on the desk in front of Nymes. "As was a part of my duties I did look into the background of each of the court principles, officers and witnesses and I did discover your previous history with the Captain, specifically the unfortunate matter with her cousin Terrance Hastings." 

 

"I felt that it was possible that there was a definite conflict of interest and that she might not be able to serve impartially in this matter. The fact is after more research I discovered that Captain Hastings conducted an extensive investigation into the death of Terrance Hastings and it was she that discovered that the cause of his death was due to his past exposure to the industrial chemical Pentachlorithymal Lythazine, which is used in the fabrication process of industrial Ventox Crystals." 

 

"During that time the potential hazardous affects of overexposure to that compound was not known so, when Terrance Hastings began to suffer from Synaptic collapse, there was no known cause for why it had happened. When Hastings discovered the true cause of her cousins death she did everything she could to see to it that no one else would ever die as her cousin had. She also publicly stated that she no longer held you responsible for the death of her cousin and that it was her belief that you had done everything in your power to save him. This was of course some time later and you apparently never learned of this leading to your mistaken presumptions today." 

 

McDermott stared hard at the man before him before going on, "I do not appreciate your implications that I did not do my job Ensign. I determined that Captain Hastings would be an impartial arbiter in this matter based on the fact that she does not have any ill feelings toward you. I also do not appreciate your comments in that hearing as they were insubordinate and disrespectful in the extreme and ungrateful, especially considering the favor she did for you today!" 

 

McDermott sat silent for a long moment staring at Nymes his expression was distinctly unfriendly. "I have some rather startling information for you Ensign. You are actually assigned to the USS Dennison as its Chief Medical Officer. You are not assigned as a Starfleet Intelligence Agent. Nor are you a Marine. Nor are you a Helm Officer, Engineer, Security Officer, Operations Officer or even a Tactical Officer. You are also not a command level officer deserving of the respect or the responsibilities that come with that rank." 

 

"As such from this moment on you will confine yourself to your duties, which is that of Chief Medical Officer. I will tolerate no further activities from you outside of what you are supposed to be doing on this vessel so if you have any further private agendas then you may consider them officially at an end right now. On duty your business will be that of what has been assigned to you. I do not expect to find you in Engineering telling the engineers how to realign the warp coils. Nor do I expect to find you in tactical trying to devise new strike routines. Nor do I expect to find you anywhere else doing anything else that you may believe you can do better than those officers assigned to it!" 

 

"I do not like officers who go off half cocked and I do not need a loose cannon running around this vessel Ensign Nymes and you mister are exactly that. You have been placed on probation and I can assure you that I will be watching you very closely. If you step out of line in the slightest I will come down on you like a Galaxy Class battle cruiser! You will come up to acceptable standards, you will attend to your duties and keep your nose out of areas that do not concern you or I will break you and see you dishonorably discharged and then you can join the ranks of those bitter individuals who have to live with the fact that they were found unfit to wear the Starfleet uniform." 

 

McDermott sat for a long moment staring at the officer before him wondering if Nymes was a lost cause and would find out the hard way that Eric McDermott would follow through on his threat. Nymes expression did not give Eric much hope for the Doctor but it was possible that he would take to heart what had happened today and change the course that he had set for himself. People could change if they chose to. 

 

When Nymes opened his mouth to speak Eric cut him off harshly saying, "This is not a discussion Mr. Nymes nor is anything I've said here up for debate. Get out of my office and return to your duties. I'll expect a report from you on the Medical departments readiness no later than 1700 today. Dismissed!" 

 

McDermott watched as the door closed behind Nymes and then looked down at the last PADD in front of him and sighed. The next interview was likely to be very unpleasant. 

 

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(USS Dennison – Office of the First Officer – CMO Dr Nymes – 1343)

 

Nymes walked in, PADD in hand, to a tirade of tired abuse. It wasn't the first time he had experienced such verbal assault, but it was a worrying development that the new first officer, one who had had a stellar rise on another ship, felt compelled to be so vocal when he was new to a scenario.

 

The FO's actions, however, were impeccable.

 

As Nymes was dismissed, he placed the PADD on the desk before departing.

 

In it was the final report from medical for the last 7 days of hell: Davis, Banowsky, Semme, Divay and Night's injuries at the hands of the Holodeck malfunctions, Dee, West and Chance's injuries from the Destruction of the artificial wormhole, Ulston's peri-fatal incident with fixing the holodecks, and Nymes own injuries sustained during the entire fracas.

 

It evaluated the command crew required at least 4 weeks medical leave, more for some than others; Dee's neurosurgery would usually necessitate 3 months recuperation back at a specialist SFM centre. Ash Divay was a medical miracle from Fort Bragg, and would need to be seen there by Commander Falkirk's team whenever it was feasible. Night was forever lucky, and apart from the psychological damage, the rest of the crew would function as walking wounded.

 

Taking in the damage to the crew manifest, which was down 57 personnel from the last time they had docked, all fresh faced and eager, the Dennison was running at 80% capacity, even with contigencies in place. The report finished by requesting personnel be seconded to the vessel immediately.

 

Not once did it blame any actions, persons or deceits.

 

It appended all logs, stamped and confirmed as reports should have been.

 

It was textbook.

 

The one omission was that of the CMO's health. The apparent loss of his symbionte's memories from the timetravel jump, removing everything but Lewis Gemill's recollection of Nymes' previous lifetimes. It was an eerie feeling, and one that the doctor did not feel compelled to share with anyone. After the way he had been treated, after a demotion for an irrational reason, Nymes had to think before he could answer the standard question he asked himself each day, "Why should I get up today?" 

 

The saddest thing? He didn't have an answer. The fleet had taken everything from him, his work, his job, his career prospects... even his family. Yet he had served without comment.

 

Nymes walked serenely to the Sickbay, and began the normal working day, Ensign S.G once again.





(USS Dennison – Office of the First Officer – 1st Officer – Lt. Commander Eric McDermott – 1348)

 

McDermott left Temerarious standing for a long moment before he finally acknowledged his presence. Finally looking up he spoke softly to the man as though they were having a quiet conversation about something completely inconsequential. 

 

"Trust Mr. Temerarious is a valuable commodity. More valuable than gold pressed Latinum or Octi-Cyrstals, It's also a very curious commodity in that it is something that you have to work hard to gain. You have to work equally hard to keep the trust that you have earned. You can also lose that trust in an instant and getting it back is very difficult." 

 

McDermott paused for a long moment and then went on softly, "You may believe that you're a hero and that what you did was noble in some way. You may think that you accomplished something great and spectacular." 

 

McDermott shook his head almost sadly and said, "What you accomplished mister was completely losing my trust within hours of my coming on board this vessel. You put a Phaser in my face and threatened the lives of thousands and don't give me that drivel about it being a bluff because I don't believe more than about every third word out of your mouth. We both know you've had your own agenda from the beginning and that you still do." 

 

McDermott got up from his seat and turning away from the Temerarious he walked over to his view port and looked out it for a long moment before turning back to that man saying, "When you lose my trust mister it is nearly impossible to get back. I'm not saying you won't be able to do it, I'm just saying that I have no idea how you are going to do it or if it is even possible." 

 

With another pause McDermott went on with, "From here on in you may consider yourself under constant surveillance. I'm going to be watching you every moment of every day Mr. Temerarious. If you sneeze I will be there to hand you a tissue. If you trip, you will fall on me. If you have a quiet meal alone in your quarters, you won't be alone because I'll be there. You may not see me, you may not hear me but I will be there." 

 

McDermott moved to stand face to face with Temerarious; "If you ever do anything again to endanger this ship or any member of this crew, I promise you will regret it for the rest of your life." 

 

McDermott stared hard in the other man's eyes and something dangerous and deadly flashed like a shadow in his eyes. Finally after a long moment he said, "Dismissed." 

 

Chance simply did an about face and marched to the door; as it slid open he stopped and turned back to face the ship's XO "I know your heart wasn't in it, but thank you just the same." 

 

Then he paused as if he were going to say something else.  Chance watched the man staring Phaser beams back at him, and then he left McDermott's office. 

 

McDermott returned to his seat and after a moment he began to look and one of the reports in front of him.

 

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(U.S.S. Dennison–XO Office–Ops Ensign Chance Temerarious-1350) 

 

            Chance knew the dressing down he was getting was inevitable, so he decided to simply stand at attention, shut-up, and pray to God that McDermott wasn’t long winded.  When it was over, Chance simply did an about face and marched to the door; as it slid open he stopped and turned back to face the ship’s XO “I know your heart wasn’t in it, but thank you just the same.” Then he paused as if he were going to say something else.  Chance watched the man staring phaser beams back at him, and then he left McDermott’s office.






(USS Dennison – Personal quarters – CSO Bracken – 1400)

Dale pulled on the fresh uniform, and took the few steps over to her
desk, and picked up the pip that signified the legion of honour that
she had been awarded. She fastened it to her left collar, and allowed
herself a small smile as she did so. She admitted that aesthetically
it balanced out the rank pip on the other side.

Now dressed, she pulled her mind back to what was important. She had
received at last got the final list of new personnel in her
department, which meant that duty rota changes in her department could
now be completed. She glanced over it one last time, draining the now
cold coffee that had lain on the nightstand.

(USS Dennison – FO's office – CSO Bracken – 1410)

Dale hit the chime as she reached the door to the FO's office, she
hadn't spoken much, at all really to Cmdr McDermott, but since her was
now the First Officer, it was he who Dale should now report regarding
these matters. She did have a matter for Cmdr West, but that would
wait for the moment.

She heard a voice from inside granting her entrance, she stepped
toward the door, which opened as she approached, then not slowing her
gait, walked toward the desk. She presented the PaDD as she reached
the Commander.

"Good Afternoon Sir." She began, "The final versions of personnel
changes to the Science Department and the new versions of our duty
rotas for your perusal and authorisation sir."

(Reply McDermott)
(posted by Mark)






(U.S.S. Dennison–Bridge–Ops Ensign Chance Temerarious-1405) 

 

             As the turbo-lift doors opened, Chance watched the hustle and bustle for a couple of seconds before stepping out onto the bridge.  Halfway to his station, Chance noticed that everyone on the bridge stopped what they were doing and started staring at him like he was some kind of freak of nature.  Once he reached his station, he noticed a light blinking indicating that he had a message from a secured source.  Everyone was still watching him; it was so bad that the crewman who was sitting in Chance’s chair didn’t even move.  “Excuse me” he said as he reached past the crewman and slapped the button to show the message in text only mode on his screen.

 

            “Mr. Temerarious” the message started, but continued “This is Colonel Hernandez of Fleet Intel.  It is currently stardate: 2407.07.06 at 0845 hours.  I’m unable to prevent the hearing today for the charges you face, but you’ll find the outcome satisfactory just the same and they WILL remain in place.  As per your agreement with SFI; for helping deep cover agents return to us under the ruse of being a crew to steal the Dennison we will accept your defection and reinstate Raschen as your true last name.  I am happy to say that 21 out of the 37 agents that were with you were able to make it back into our fold alive; that as well as the death of an elite murder squad deserves congratulations.  Good work Mr. Raschen; perhaps in the future we could use you again as Mr. Temerarious for something less theatrical.  Feel free to copy this message to your immediate chain-of-command.”

 

            With a piratical grim on his face “Chance Raschen” he said the name as if it belonged to a long lost friend.  I know exactly what to do with this little puppy.

 

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(USS Dennison – Office of the First Officer – 1st Officer – Lt. Commander Eric McDermott – 1411)

 

"Good Afternoon Sir." She began, "The final versions of personnel changes to the Science Department and the new versions of our duty rotas for your perusal and authorization sir." 

 

McDermott had already been in a foul mood and the report that he was reading from the dock master was not improving his already foul humor. He looked up crossly at the Ensign standing before him and took the PADD she offered him. 

 

He glanced over them and after a moment put the code in for his authorization. As he handed it back to her it hit him that he'd not really acknowledged her and had been more than a little rude. 

 

With a sigh he said, "Forgive me Ensign. I've had a bad day so far and I'm afraid it's not getting any better."

 

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(Posted By: Ken Thacker)




USS Dennison – Office FO's Office – CSO Bracken – 1412)

  

  

McDermott looked up crossly from the report that he had been reading, at her and took the PADD she offered him. He glanced over them and after a moment put the code in for his authorization. As he handed it back to her his demeanour changed slightly, and with a sigh spoke to her 

  

"Forgive me Ensign. I've had a bad day so far and I'm afraid it's not getting any better."

  

"Not at all Sir." She replied smiling, "It's obviously been a trying day, with one thing and another. I'm sorry to have troubled you. I'm due to see some of the new team to the posts. We still have a whole load of data to sort through from the previous missions. With your permission Sir?"

 

Dale felt the speech was slightly awkward, with a hint of babble that was generally unlike her. 'One thing and another' had been a sentence she'd learned from her Father. She remembered him telling her that it was a useful sentence that said very little but could be meant to mean quite a bit; she smiled internally at the recollection.

 

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"Thank you sir." Dale answered simply before stepping away from the desk, and back toward Science lab 2, where shortly she would be holding a meeting for the science staff, to meet the new faces, and begin to hand out new, or reassign old research projects.

 

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(USS Dennison - Office of the First Officer - Counselor - Lt. Alosar - 1430)

Alosar's contact had been swift and to the point.  Prepare to ship out with
the USS Dennison at his earliest opportunity.  He had simply raised an
eyebrow to that prospect.  He was not in the midst of anything with the
exception of his research, and that he could do anywhere.  In fact, a
starship provided him with ample opportunity to observe the human affliction
of emotions at a more intimate level.

And so he packed what little he held important and made his way to the
Geneva's teleport pads.  They were under a strict security protocol, and it
took Alosar at least five times longer than was absolutely necessary, but he
understood the precautions.  His trip to the Dennison was uneventful.  Once
on the ship he had been informed to check in with the ships new FO, Lt.
Commander Eric McDermott.

Alosar had raised an eyebrow of interest at that news.  Apparently the
former Tactical Chief of the Nimitz had made a marked impression on people.
As he walked through the hallways of the ship he contemplated what he had
been told.  Apparently several crewmembers have been under some form of
disciplinary action.  One of them seemed to be under the influence of a
neural synaptic inhibitor.  

Such drugs were not easily over come, nor easily forgotten.  Alosar was
certain that he was going to have to spend some time with Ensign Darsons.
He was most assuredly going to have to spend time with Ensign Raschen and
Dr. Nymes.  

This seemed to be a crew, falling apart, and on the brink of war that is not
an easy thing for most CO's to handle, especially a time displaced captain
who may not yet have dealt with loosing everything that Captain Davis had
lost in her trip through a temporal rift.  He wondered how the engineering
department was doing.

Finally he found his way to the First Officers door and hit the door chime.
When the door opened Alosar stepped in and moved over to the desk of a man
who appeared ... harried.

"Lt. Commander McDermott?  I am Lt. Alosar, your ships new counselor."

(reply McDermott)
(posted by Al Muir)



(USS Dennison – Office of the First Officer – 1st Officer – Lt. Commander Eric McDermott – 1431) 

 

 

McDermott's mood was foul and it was not improving since the Dock master had arrived. Looking at Lt. Commander Samson who was seated comfortably in a chair toward the back of the office McDermott was all too aware that the man felt that he was being put out and that his position protected him from a mere starship officer. 

 

Shrugging the man said, "I'm sorry commander but it's going to take forty-eight hours at least."

 

McDermott shook his head and just then the chime interrupted him. When Lt. Alosar stepped into the office and introduced himself McDermott felt a sudden irrational urge to scream. 

 

"Lt. Commander McDermott?  I am Lt. Alosar, your ships new counselor."

 

McDermott nodded and gestured to the other seat and said, "I'll be with you momentarily Lieutenant please take a seat."

 

Turning back to the Dock mast he said, "Forty-eight hours is entirely unacceptable Commander. The Dennison needs to be underway by 0900 tomorrow." 

 

Samson shook his head unmoved, "Impossible sir. I'd have to work my crews all night and even then it would not be enough. I'd need at least another hundred men to finish the job and I can't spare them right now." 

 

McDermott wasn't having it. "Tell me something Commander, how much do you know about old Terran History, specifically World War Two?" 

 

Samson frowned and shrugged, "Not much."

 

McDermott spoke calmly but firmly despite his urge to snatch the other man out of his seat by the scruff of his neck. "The USS Yorktown was one of the principle American ships in that battle. She pulled into port at Pearl Harbor just days before the Battle of Midway. She had been badly damaged less than a month earlier at the Battle of Coral Sea and nearly sunk. In just one day hundreds of dockworkers swarmed over the ship and repaired the worst of the damage and had her on her way to the Battle of Midway, which became the turning point in World War Two. Had the Yorktown not been at that battle the Americans would have lost to the Japanese and it is likely that they would have lost the war as well." 

 

McDermott paused for a long moment and then went on, "In thirty minutes I expect to see hundreds, not dozens commander, hundreds of dockyard personnel swarming over this vessel and getting her ready to pull out by tomorrow morning at 0800." 

 

Samson stood up outrage visible on his face, "Now see here Commander-"

 

McDermott cut him off coldly saying, "Commander Samson I have already spoken to the Station Commander and the Captain has promised me every resource available and your full cooperation in getting the Dennison prepared to pull out tomorrow. Now if I can't have your full cooperation please let me know and I will contact the Captain again. Hopefully your replacement will be a little more willing to work with me." 

 

Samson stood still for a moment face turning red and then pale, finally he said, "There's no need to be hasty not sir." His voice had become placating and almost servile. "I was not aware that the Station Commander had placed such a high priority on your vessels repairs. I'll pull people off of less important tasks and get them over to the Dennison immediately." 

 

McDermott nodded and said, "Thank you Mr. Samson I appreciate your diligence. If you have any problems or issues at all I want you to contact me immediately." 

 

Samson nodded backing away toward the door saying, "Of course sir. You may rely on me sir."

 

"I know," McDermott said coolly and stared at the man until he had fled the office.

 

McDermott reached out to his panel and made several entries into it before turning to Lt. Alosar. "I apologize Lieutenant but I'm afraid that I had to take care of that before I could properly greet you. Welcome aboard the Dennison. I for one am very glad to have you aboard as I have more than one concern that I think you may very well be able to help me with." 

 

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(Posted By: Ken Thacker)  




(USS Dennison - Office of the First Officer - Counselor - Lt. Alosar - 1434)

Alosar sat and watched the display of egos between the two men.  The Vulcan
had been well aware of the human predilection to displays of ... for lack of
a better term... manhood.  He wondered if they would expose their genitals
to see who had a larger one.  Fortunately it never came to that, and the
dock master acquiesced to McDermott's demands.  It was an... intriguing
display, and all quite unnecessary, as it turned out that the Dennison
already had the station CO's approval for a speedy departure.

Once the dock master had left McDermott turned his attention back to the
counselor.  "I apologize Lieutenant but I'm afraid that I had to take care
of that before I could properly greet you. Welcome aboard the Dennison. I
for one am very glad to have you aboard as I have more than one concern that
I think you may very well be able to help me with."

Alosar nodded, "So it would seem.  I would, of course, appreciate an
opportunity to meet with the three crewmen that would require the bulk of my
attention.  Is there anything that I should know before I set appointments
with them?"

(reply Alosar)
(posted by Al Muir)




(USS Dennison – Office of the First Officer – 1st Officer – Lt. Commander Eric McDermott – 1435) 

 

 

Alosar nodded, "So it would seem. I would, of course, appreciate an opportunity to meet with the three crewmen that would require the bulk of my attention. Is there anything that I should know before I set appointments with them?" 

 

McDermott thought about the questions for a moment and then said, "I certainly have my opinions on the matter but I confess that I have very little understanding of emotions myself and have more than once wished that I had been born a Vulcan." 

 

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McDermott offered Alosar a small smirk, "I've done my best to purge myself of most emotional impulses but unfortunately I have not been entirely successful. Understanding others and the emotions that rule them is quite beyond me and I'm afraid I'll have to bow to your expertise in the matter." 

 

McDermott paused for a moment and then said, "If you're interested in my opinion on the three than I would say that I am of the opinion that the chances of rehabilitating Ensign Raschen are almost none. In my presence he has displayed an attitude that does not engender my trust and has made decisions that I feel make him a danger to everyone around him." 

 

With a pause McDermott went on, "As for Ensign Nymes, I believe the chances of salvaging him are about fifty-fifty and a lot of it is going to depend upon him changing his attitude. It's my hope that you will be able to help guide him toward an attitude that will be more constructive for himself and this crew." 

 

McDermott pulled a PADD out of the pile on his desk and handed it to Alosar, "This is a full and detailed report on Lieutenant Darsons. Of the three she is the one I feel that has the best chance to move on but I would ask that you move…gently with her. She has been used rather badly and that Neural Inhibitor that was forced on her would traumatize anyone and it is her that I feel the most…empathy for." 

 

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McDermott sat back and paused for a long moment and then moved on. "The crew as a whole has been through a lot Mr. Alosar and I confess that I am more than a little concerned about the well being of many of the crewmembers although I have not been here long enough to give you any specifics. You do however have my complete support and if there is any help or resources that I may provide you than please don't hesitate to ask any time day or night." 

 

McDermott sat back with a sigh and for a moment the fatigue that he was feeling washed over his expressions. In the last four days he'd had less than four hours of sleep per night and it was beginning to show in his expression, the redness of his eyes and the dark circles that were beginning to become apparent. 

 

Sitting forward Eric made several entries into his terminal and then looking up at the Counselor he said, "I've logged you aboard as the Ships Counselor and requested that quarters be provided for you and that your office be equipped to your specifications. If you talk to the quartermaster he should be able to see to your needs." 

 

Standing McDermott said, "Is there anything else I can do for you today Counselor?"

 

(Reply: Alosar)

(Posted By: McDermott)



(USS Dennison - Office of the First Officer - Counselor - Lt. Alosar - 1436)

Alosar raised turned his head inquisitively at the concept of somebody
wishing they been born a different species.  It seemed so illogical, since
you were born what you were born and there was little one could do about
that.  It had nothing to do with choice a predisposed situation.  Although,
if McDermott could change species, he had made a very logical choice.

"We can't all be perfect... sir," Alosar replied.

McDermott explained his comment, and he felt that the first officer was on
the right track, but most assuredly needed more work.

Then McDermott went on to explain his concerns about the three officers
involved in the disciplinary measures.  It was disconcerting to hear an
officer give such a low level of confidence in his trust of his
subordinates, and wondered why these men were even still on board the
Dennison.  The logical choice would be to have them reassigned.  However, in
times of war, logic was rarely the dictate. 

"She has been used rather badly," McDermott concluded about Lt. Darsons,
"and that Neural Inhibitor that was forced on her would traumatize anyone
and it is her that I feel the most.empathy for."

Alosar raised an eyebrow again.  "Empathy?  That is an intriguing descriptor
of your emotional state.  However, I do see how you could have such a ...
feeling.  Humans often feel such empathy for those that have allowed
themselves to be victimized."

McDermott went on to describe his concern about the well being of the crew.
Indeed, this was not a ship that he would recommend for battle.  Yet he knew
that they had been ordered to ship out to the battle for the Earth.
McDermott looked very tired as he offered his support and resources.

"I am certain that I can find my way around to the quarter master sir,"
Alosar stated.  "But I'd rather go to my office and get started if you don't
mind.  Other than that, I require little else but the time of the officers I
need to speak with.  Thank you sir."

(reply McDermott)

With his dismissal Alosar turned and left the FO's office, to find his way
to the Counseling Department.

(reply McDermott)
(posted by Al Muir)









(USS Dennison - Quarters, Lieutenant Haley Darsons- 1455)
 
    Haley had been given the green light to return to her quarters, but still off duty until the counselor said so. 'Ugh' she thought to herself, 'a ship's counselor is the last thing I want. I would rather face forty romulans in an airlock then do that!'
The quarters she was in hadn't changed much, it was still a mess of PADDS and clothes. She decided she didn't need to clean it since she wasn't going to be having any guests for a while. Looking at the time display on the desk, she figured she would go and see this new person that was supposed to fix her forever.
    "Darsons to," she paused trying to think of the name, "Lt. Alosar, if you are free, I could use a talk."
 
(reply Alosar)
(Posted by Kerry Fletcher)




(USS Dennison - Counselor's Office - Counselor - Lt. Alosar - 1456)

Alosar had just settled into his seat and pulled up the files he required on
his computer when his comm badge beeped.

=^=Darsons to ... Lt. Alosar, if you are free, I could use a talk.=^=

Alosar was genuinely caught of guard.  At least he didn't have to decide and
hunt down his first client.  

"Lt. Darsons, I am presently available to speak to," he said.  "If you are
available as well, now is as good a time as any to meet.  Please come to my
office."

(reply Darsons)
(posted by Al Muir)









(U.S.S. Dennison–Brig–Ops Ensign (SG) Chance Temerarious-1530) 

 

            Chance was saddened because his friends had been marched out of the brig one at a time.  All anyone would tell him was that they were being taken to the brig on the station.  That news was given to him by the same security officer that brought him a fresh uniform that, on the right sleeve close to the shoulder, displayed a patch of the flag he displayed as a privateer.

 

            The patch was a simple navy blue square with a red and white version of the Federation emblem.  This is the patch he wore throughout most of the war.  Chance stopped wearing it after a mission were 22 privateer and mercenary captains were double crossed by a Romulan led joint task force at the siege of station “Cobra 10” during one of the last sideline campaigns of the Federation-Cardassian War.

 

            With his friends gone, Chance Temerarious felt alone; and soon his fate would be decided by those whose lives he had saved or simply rescued.  One thing he could feel good about was that he was able to keep his promise to the skipper.  Thinking back on that conversation in his quarters “Ma’am, I promise to do everything I can to make sure it remains your bridge.” he had said to her.

He thought it kind of funny that for years, even though he was a civilian, the Black Ops units of the SFI and the Marines welcomed him into their fold and counted him as part of their “Band-of-Brothers”.

 

            Standing in the brig, none of that seemed to matter.  Starfleet tried for years to get him to join.  Once he did, he found himself on the wrong side of the civil war.  Tried to defect peaceably once and was in short told “no”.  The second time would have gone without a hitch if it wasn’t for that self absorbed puppet of a doctor whose symbiot still wants to be a secret agent.  All he did know for sure was that if he was court-martialed and found guilty he would escape as soon as possible; if they gave him NJP then he would perform accordingly, but perhaps not as willingly for a while.

 

            Just then he looked up and saw a security NCO who said “Its time sir.” Nodding his head, Chance silently stood up and walked to the doorway of his cell.  The NCO was holding a pair of cuffs, ready to put them on Chance.  Looking behind the petty officer he saw Divay and Sanok standing ready to escort him before the command staff “Are these really necessary gentlemen?” Temerarious asked pointing at the cuffs.

 

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            With a sigh “Very well” he said as he held out his wrists to be cuffed together.  Once the cuffs were on, he popped the stiffness out of his neck, rolled his shoulders back and held his head high; ready for whatever fate the command decided for him.  “Alright, I’m ready to go now gentlemen.”

 

(Reply Divay, Sanok iyw) 

 

            Chance didn’t pay attention on where Sanok and Ash were leading him until he arrived at the conference room.  As the door slid open, Temerarious laid eyes on the entire senior staff; Davis, McDermott, West, Banowsky, Night, Nymes, Bracken, and Trysdon.  Temerarious looked at Ash and Sanok in turn, then gently removed his arms from their grasp and strode into the conference room then stopped in front of the large table opposite of where everyone was sitting.

 

            Squaring his shoulders, Chance spoke clearly “Ensign senior grade Chance Temerarious reporting as directed.” He said without bothering to salute with cuffed hands.

 

(Reply Any)

(Posted by Charlie)





(Marine shuttle En-Route to USS Dennison – 3L Apate – 1800 Hours)

 

The transport had gone without event, flawless in its execution. Contrary to what had been originally arranged, her luggage had come with her, something that had raised an eyebrow when she had rematerialised. She stepped out the small locker room, feeling slightly fresher for a change of clothes; she now wore the uniform of a marine 3L. She made her way toward the cockpit of the small, but fast marine Saber class recon craft.

 

"Welcome aboard Sir" A young marine pilot called from the front, motioning to the spare seat next to him. "Plans have changed I'm afraid sir, I'm to tell you the original mission has been reassigned." He caught Apate's slightly irritated look. "Sorry sir." As he spoke he laid in a new course, Apate felt the ship alter its course, and speed up.

 

"In a hurry?" She asked of him, noticing their speed on the display.

 

He laughed gently as he answered. "Normally no sir, but you're to be at the Dennison before she leaves dock. ASAP or sooner."

 

"So soon, why the rush?"

 

He shrugged. "They don't tell me things like that sir – I'm just the flyboy." His manner was pleasant, he was no doubt a capable pilot or he wouldn't have been granted this mission, but she didn't believe that he knew nothing. There was always dockside rumour – information that could be teased out. 

 

"Come on, there must be some rumour." Apate pressed him as she grabbed a tea from the replicator.

 

"Normally there is sir, but this time there's nothing, and I mean nothing. All I know is that all of a sudden she's at the top of the list for refit and repairs – pulled most of the workers from the other jobs, someone with influence to my reckoning sir."

 

Apate nodded drinking the tea as she did so. "Interesting." She answered simply.

 

(Starbase   – 3L Apate – 2000 Hours)

 

She had disembarked the craft, and bid goodbye to the pilot who had transferred her here from the carrier.  After picking up her case, and walking a short way along the station, Apate spied a security point manned by a heavyset looking lieutenant. She made her way toward him, dropping the case as she reached the desk, nodding a greeting as she did so."

 

"Dennison still in dock?"

 

The Lieutenant looked from her to the screen and back to her, then motioned behind him. "Third dock down. Leave the case here, it'll be transferred to your quarters as soon as the standard checks are done."

 

"Of course. I should make you aware that there's some kit in there that needs some serious clearance to look too closely at."

 

She could see his face blanch slightly. It would probably be quite rare that this sort of thing would happen, officers who made such statements were normally of much higher rank than 3L, and almost never boarded in such a manner.

 

"Thank you for the warning. I'll see to it that it's dealt with appropriately." His answer was careful, his tone measured.

 

"No problem – I don't want either of us to end up in hot water. Thanks for the direction" She smiled at him as she walked away from the desk, headed in the direction of the Dennison, the ship that she would now call home. The ship where...well, she would see.

 

Some few moments later, she reached a window just short of the first gangway to the Dennison. She took the time to look at it before embarking, and was immediately glad that she did so. Beautiful wasn't the word. In the same way that one would steer clear of a shark for its deadliness on the hunt, it could also be described as an attractive animal. The same comparison was drawn up in Apate's mind; beautiful, but very, very, dangerous.

 

She reluctantly stepped away, and walked toward the gangway, where another Security officer was stationed. 

 

"Welcome aboard Lt. We've been expecting you."

 

"You know who I am?" Apate asked only partly surprised.

 

"Of course sir, we're waiting on the arrival of a marine 3L, and your picture and DNA scan fit the information that we have on file sir."

 

"CO available?"

 

"I think so sir. Up in the ready room I believe, off the bridge." Once again she simply nodded thanks, but patted the man on the back as she went past. Her mind wandering slightly as she walked across the gangway to the ship.

 

She had faced moments in her career that had induced fear. Apate was not afraid of admitting that, reluctant perhaps, but not afraid. Now however, she was more scared than she had been in all of the moments in the last 20 years service. There had been times, recently, when she had been almighty close to being discovered, the consequences of which simple pain and imprisonment would not even begin to describe. She shuddered at the thought. This moment though, was the moment that she had worried about since the very first second that she had received the new orders. Part of her did wish that she was still counter-intel, at least she could disappear again. Now however, that was not an option. It was this was or no way.

 

Apate realised that she was in the turbolift, "Bridge" her voice crackled slightly, as she gave the order. Clearing her throat she felt the lift move swiftly through the ship. She could feel the adrenaline begin to kick in. Nature's flight or fight was working overtime, and she was in no position to do either.

 

 

(USS Dennison –  Bridge  – 3L Apate – 2010 Hours)

 

The doors opened to a fully staffed bridge. She exited the lift swiftly, and crossed the floor to the door that she assumed led to the ready room. She didn't hesitate in hitting the doorchime. Despite being so on edge, she was no raw recruit who needed a few seconds to pull herself together before knocking on the CO's door. 

A voice from the inside bade her enter, she stepped forward, the doors opening smoothly, and she walked across the floor, hearing the doors close behind her. She wondered briefly why there was a Commander in here rather that the Captain that was on the file, but only wondered about it briefly. 

 

Upon reaching the desk she threw the Commander a crisp salute, then handed over the PADD that contained her transfer orders from Fleet Intel.

 

"3rd Lieutenant Leola Bracken reporting for duty as ordered by the Marine corps and Fleet Intel SIR."

 

(Reply West)

(posted by Mark)






Mission: The Flames of Ragnarock
Stardate:  2407.07.07

Day: 1 


(USS Dennison – Bridge – 1st Officer – Lt. Commander Eric McDermott – 0837)

 

 

McDermott stepped out of the Captains Ready Room with a look of anticipation on his face. The meeting with the Captain had been short and to the point. She had been preoccupied with her plans for the up coming battle and once they had gone over everything, he had left her to concentrate on the task that was ahead of them. 

 

Stepping over to the command chair McDermott nodded to the Lieutenant who had the watch relieving him. Checking over the command console he reassured himself that all was ready and then reaching out he switched on the ships intercom. 

 

"Attention all crewmembers. Now make preparations to get underway. Now set all underway watch stations."

 

Switching off the system McDermott watched as the reports of readiness from the different departments came trickling in. The bridge, which had been quiet and almost relaxed, became busy as all stations were manned in preparation for departure. 

 

Eric nodded to a young yeoman who came over to him with a PADD and after looking at her offering; he placed in the code for his approval and gave it back to her. 

 

Taking a final look around he began the task of getting them underway. "Operations switch over to ships power and disengage station power relays." 

 

(Reply: Anyone at Operations)

 

McDermott watched his display as the switchover was completed. There was no sign of any changes on the Dennison and the only way anyone would know that there was any difference would be by checking the ships operational display. The days of the overhead flickering of lights signifying such a change was centuries in the past. 

 

"Engineering make secure all exterior egress points and detach all station leads and couplings."

 

(Reply: Anyone at Engineering)

 

McDermott watched as one by one each item was ticked off his list. Once he was sure the Dennison was free and clear he gave the next sequence of commands. 

 

"Conn Prepare for maneuvering, Engineering full power to all drives, thrusters and prepare to go to warp as soon as we're clear of the station." 

 

(Reply: Anyone at Engineering, Conn)

 

With another touch of a switch McDermott said, "This is the USS Dennison to Station Control. Request permission to depart." 

 

There was a moment of silence before woman's voice responded, "Permission granted Dennison. Good luck and Godspeed."

 

Eric wasted no time turning his attention to the view screen he said, "Conn move us out maneuvering thrusters only. Take us out at a vector of point zero-seven-five by three four zero relative, two meters per second if you please." 

 

(Reply: Anyone at Conn)

 

McDermott waited until they were well clear of the station and once they had achieved the one thousand meter safe zone he said, "All stop on thrusters." He waited till the thrusters were secured and then said, "Conn set a course of one-four-five by two-one-three, one quarter impulse." 

 

(Reply: Anyone at Conn)

 

As they put Geneva behind them McDermott waited until he had left the Geneva security zone and had clear maneuvering before he ordered full impulse. Once they were well on their way out of the system he gave his next orders. 

 

"Conn lay in a course to the Wormhole if you please."

 

(Reply: Conn)

 

McDermott was silent for a moment after the acknowledgement and then said, "Ahead Warp nine."

 

As the points of starlight became streaks upon the viewer McDermott watched them with a growing sense of urgency. They had so much time to make up. He could only hope that they would arrive in time to make a difference. 

 

(Reply: Any as Needed)

(Posted By: Ken Thacker) 






(USS Dennison Engineering, Lieutenant Haley Darsons, 0838)

    With the order from the Helm, the warp core started to pound away faster and faster until it hit warp nine. Everything was running well, considering she didn't get to oversee the refit and that the Engineers at Geneva were not all the best when it came to putting the polish on their repairs. 

    Haley was sitting at the master warp control station, watching the crew maintain the Dennisons' systems. Bringing up a computer display of the warp reaction chamber, Haley managed to pull some more power and give them more speed.

    "Engineering to Bridge," she said in a very melancholy voice, "I've managed to tweak this beast a bit. You can increase to warp nine point five one, the field will hold."

 

 

"No problem," was her reply and closed the channel and went back to thinking about life.

 

 

(reply bridge)

(Posted by Kerry Fletcher)




(U.S.S. Dennison–Bridge–Ops Ensign Chance Raschen-0839) 

 

"Attention all crewmembers; Now make preparations to get underway. Now set all underway watch stations."  Chance heard McDermott’s announcement.  As he diligently worked at his console to prepare for the switch to ship’s power he heard ordered "Operations switch over to ships power and disengage station power relays." 

 

“Ship’s power engaged; we are no longer on station power.  Umbilical connections are being retracted at this time.” Chance reported.   

 

(Reply None)

(Posted by Charlie)






(USS Dennison – Bridge – CSO Bracken – 0840)

  

  

Dale had strode on to the bridge, her mood pensive. She strode across the floor of the bridge the feeling of the moment flowing through her. They were on the move. Not to an important though out the way point, they were headed to the front. Were events that would shape the future of the galaxy were happening. Dale felt alive as she briskly waved the duty officer away from the post and toward the ancillary station. 

 

"This is mine. New rule, when we leave dock, CSO has the main station." She spoke tersely to the duty officer,. "you're stood down."

  

"Attention all crewmembers. Now make preparations to get underway. Now set all underway watch 

stations." 

 

Dale remembered the last time that she was stood here. She was fresh from the academy, green behind the ears,  and uncertain in her authority. Trewe had dealt with that in his own indomitable style. He had forced her to become the officer that she felt that she had become, truly she could lay no greater accolade at the feet of the man that she would forever call mentor. Mentor her truly was; she felt her psyche beginning to fill his unfillable shoes. Dale remembered the moment that they left dock the last time, Dale now replicated Trewe's motions that moment. She felt that she could feel the ship around her, as he said she would, she could sense the balance between the port and starboard necelles. She almost exalted in the feeling, the pupil had finally, though not belatedly, understood. The moment passed, though the feeling lagged, she stood at the station...HER station, and felt the broad grin wane from her face as the vision of the bridge swan into her vision.

 

She was aware of the whole bridge swimming around her, she wandered it this was how Trewe had always felt it, from the moment that the Dennison had been drawn. Now, the pupil, finally understood, the Master.

 

Dale turned her attention toward the main science station, she was aware of the exchange of words between the CO,  XO and the rest of the bridge. She ignored most of the conversation, looking at all the data that was currently running through her station and into the databank that she had set up against the technical database that had already been running. She called to the bridge:

 

"All ships systems running 100% no percentage error in any of the systems, repeat, ZERO percentage error in ANY of the ships systems."

 

(Reply any, IYW)

 

Dale carried on looking at the screen in front of her, she again remembered her initial thought ath first tripm out; 'Dear god she's beautiful.' Now, she had been round the block, now, she had seen action and was no longer the raw officer that she had been, an indeed now, her first  thought of the sight of the Dennison leaving spacedock was; 'dear god she really is so beautiful.'

 

"Conn lay in a course to the Wormhole if you please."

 

~The wormhole. Now the crew really would be tested,  Now would the resolve be called into question, now would loyalties be held up for account. Dale smiled, despite the circumstance, she could really stand up and say that at no point would her allegiance be ever...EVER...be wandered about."  She lifted her chin as  these thoughts crossed her mind.

(Reply: Any)

(Posted By: Mark) 






    (USS Dennison, Bridge, Commander Trevan West, 0900)

 

With the battle fleet now underway and all systems online, Trevan decided to head down to his office to catch up on some much needed, but despised, work he had been putting off.

    "Captain," he said addressing Davis, "I'll be down in my office for a bit. I need to catch up on some things."

    "Very well Commander," was her reply.

 

 

 

(USS Dennison, Intelligence Office, Commander Trevan West, 0915)

 

    Trevan sat himself down in his big comfy chair with a cup of hazelnut coffee and looked at his database console. It was flooded with messages from Intel. 

'God I hate this stuff' he thought to himself, 'There's a reason I liked being an engineer.'

    Scrolling through the list of messages, most of which were now out of date, he could see that they concerned the up coming battle. Some contained the personal files of their new crewmembers.

    Trevan hated this part of the job, but it was his job nonetheless. He could see Eric McDermott's file at the top, obviously since he is the new First Officer. Trevan opened the file and began to read, and he was so enthralled with it he read every single word of it, instead of merely scanning it and tossing it aside like he usually does.

    Most of it was pretty standard fare, background of medical and family history, the usual stuff in any personal file. But what Intel does is dig much deeper into one's past, and this is what kept Trevan reading the nine page file for over an hour. Well, that plus the other fifteen page addition made by Captain Clark, his direct commanding officer.

    He was going to need to have a talk with Eric about this.

 

 

(Reply none)

(Posted by Kerry Fletcher)