Compilers Notes: Geneva Compile 5 – Street Date April 2, 2005. Fixed timestamp errors… there were VERY few of these. Excellent job all. Please make sure you take into account other people’s posts before you post. If you see that someone is seeing you 20 minutes from the time you’re posting (and they posted before you) don’t leave before they can ‘see’ you. Its just polite. Fixed spelling errors… it is not good when the spellchecker can’t figure out what you’re trying to say. Please spell check your messages before you send them. Fixed formatting errors… again, there is an overall improvement here. Please remember to start new paragraphs, etc. when necessary. It just saves time later. *MAJOR PROBLEM: Fixed many capitalization errors… “I” is capitalized as are proper names of places, people and things. I am still spending entirely too much time fixing these. Changed weird fonts and funky coloured fonts back to regular fonts that the website posting programme will actually take. I only saw “ALOT” once… thank you so much! 22 pages of compile in total with 19 posts in total. Total compile time: 2 hrs 17 minutes. Your compile wombat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mission: New Beginnings, Day -20 to Day 8 Stardate: 2406.11.25 to 2406.12.31 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Summary of posts: 2406.11.25 (Resorte Training Facility - Starport - Ensign - Allacard De'Charin - 1330) 2406.12.31 (Starbase Geneva, Deck 113, CSO's Office, CSO, Ensign {SG} Dr. Engtamn-Jensi, 1150) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 113, CSO’s Office, Ensign McLaren, 1151) (Starbase Geneva, COs Office, CO Arianna, 1152) (Starbase Geneva, Main Operations, 2O/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1153) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 34 Engineering, McLaren, 1154) (Shuttle - En Route to Starbase Geneva - Ensign - Allacard De'Charin - 1200) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 62 Security Office, CSO, Ensign {SG} Doctor Engtamn-Jensi, 1202) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 1 Main Operations, CSO, Ensign {SG} Doctor Engtamn-Jensi, 1217) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 1 Main Ops, Ensign McLaren, 1227) (Starbase Geneva, COs Ready Room, CO Lise Arianna, 1231) (Starbase Geneva, COs Office, ACEO, Ensign {JG} Allacard De'Charin, 1232) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 46 Ambassadorial/Embassy Section, CSO and 2O/TAC/SC, Ensign {SG} Doctor Engtamn-Jensi and Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1237) (Starbase Geneva- Little Cardassia- Admiral Gr'iann- 1330) (Starbase Geneva-Ballroom-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie & Ensign Brian Rogers-1925) (Starbase Geneva, Office, Humans for Humanity Station Head, Dean Benford -1934) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, ACMO Lt. Cmdr Kaitlyn Mackenzie & COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1929) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, CO Lise Arianna, 1936) (Starbase Geneva-Ballroom-Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1938) (Starbase Geneva- Ballroom- Admiral Gr'iann- 1939) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, Ensign McLaren, 1940) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 14 Holodeck 4, 2O/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely - 2024) Mission: New Beginnings, Day -29 Stardate: 2406.11.25 (Resorte Training Facility - Starport - Ensign - Allacard De'Charin - 1330)   ~Great I finally passed all the tests and graduated hope mom and pop find out. They are so far away I don't know if they will receive the message.~,Thought Allacard.   Bump....   "Hey watch where your going.”, said a maintenance man. "You almost made me drop these supplies.”, he stated. "Sorry I am on my way to my first post and my head is in the clouds.”, Said Allacard.   "Whatever.”, said the man.   After that he moved out of sight beyond the crowd of the starport.   Allacard moved to the nearest information terminal and asked,” Hello, when is the next flight to Geneva station."   "Three hours from now, and the next one after that is two days.”, stated the information personnel.   "Thanks”, said Allard.   ~Great just enough time to go and get my things and run to the port.~   "Excuse me",Allacard said,"What terminal is that?",he stated.   "Terminal twelve, and have a nice day sir.",stated the snobby info officer.   Looking away Allacard saw the terminal and noted it. Allacard quickly went back to his dormitory and retrieved his belongings and when he came back it was about time to leave.   Getting aboard the shuttle Allacard stared in awe at the sky.   ~Soon, soon I will be among them.~,He thought. (Posted by Trey Reed) Mission: New Beginnings, Day 8 Stardate: 2406.12.31 (Starbase Geneva, Deck 113, CSO's Office, CSO,  Ensign {SG} Dr. Engtamn-Jensi, 1150)   "Ok, this is ready to go, do you need me for anything else?" McLaren asked as he put away his tricorder.   Engtamn looked at the contraption in front of him. "No... no... thank you for your help Mr. McLaren, its greatly appreciated," stated Engtamn softly.   (Reply McLaren)   Engtamn watched as the engineer left. As soon as he was sure he'd cleared the area, Engtamn tapped his comm badge.   "Doctor Engtamn-Jensi to Captain Arianna... Mr. McLaren has constructed the necessary equipment for me. I believe we can trace the item. Would it be... ummm... possible to have a security detail?"   (Reply Arianna)   "Yes Sir, on my way. Thank you," said Engtamn. With that, the connection closed.   Engtamn sat down for a moment and considered the sensor system  on his desk. It was finely tuned and should be capable of finding what he was looking for... but what if it failed? He could be indirectly responsible for creating a weapon, something he was sworn not to do. Once the device was recovered he would be sure not to let his work out of his sight again.   (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 113, CSO’s Office, Ensign McLaren, 1151) Engtamn looked at the contraption in front of him. "No... no... thank you for your help Mr. McLaren, its greatly appreciated," stated Engtamn softly. "No worries doctor, any time," Matthew said as he left the office. Looking at his PADD he caught the turbolift back to deck 34. While he was in the turbolift he tapped his badge. "Ensign McLaren to Lieutenant Casely. I'm finished with the doctor; do you want me to see if I can localize that power drain for you?" (reply Casely) "Understood, Matthew out." (posted by McLaren) (Starbase Geneva, COs Office, CO Arianna, 1152)   A voice came through the comm system; =^= Doctor Engtamn-Jensi to Captain Arianna... Mr. McLaren has constructed the necessary equipment for me.  I believe we can trace the item.  Would it be... ummm... possible to have a security detail? =^=   "Absolutely, check with Mr. Casely about the logistics of that and I am certain he will be more than happy to provide you with that resource."   =^= Yes Sir, on my way.  Thank you. =^= The doctor replied.   (Posted by Katherine) (Starbase Geneva, Main Operations, 2O/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1153)   Except for coordinating the search for the 'device' without letting anyone know what it is... not an easy task... it has been a quiet day. Paul hit a few keys on the command chair and brought up a number of reports, everything seemed more or less routine.   "Ensign Yalrath, anything exciting today?" he called out to Zadora, winking.   Zadora grinned for a second and looked over at Casely, they'd been working longer together than anyone else on the station, kind of frightening when you considered Casely had only been there for about a week. "Just a second sir, I'll check." She started to let her fingers dance across the console as Paul leaned back to wait for the report that he figured would yield, sadly, nothing.   All of a sudden, Zadora began hitting the same key again and again. "Ummm... I'm having some problems here, Sir," then there was a crack and a wisp of blue grey smoke as the Ensign jumped back. Zadora sighed at roughly the same time as Paul did. No upgrades or maintenance had been done to her station, perhaps there should have been.   "Ensign, move to the secondary panel. I'll try to get Engineering up here," he stated rolling his eyes. Then his comm badge chirped.   =^=Ensign McLaren to Lieutenant Casely. I'm finished with the doctor, do you want me to see if I can localize that power drain for you?=^=   "Certainly Ensign McLaren, let me know what you find. Ummm... when you get a chance could you... or someone else from engineering... come up here? Ensign Yalrath blew up her OPs panel. We've moved her to secondary so its not an immediate priority, but I would like Main Ops working properly," stated Paul directly. He knew they were out in the middle of nowhere, but he was getting tired of minor glitches. Paul couldn't help but wonder if anything on the station actually worked right.   =^=Understood, Matthew out.=^=   Paul nodded at Yalrath, "Well get you back to the main panel in no time... I hope." He really didn't worry much, Ensign McLaren had proved himself to be an able engineer and seemed very competent at fixing things. It was a good thing too as they never had enough engineers. ~Maybe we could transfer a doctor to engineering,~ Paul thought with a wicked grin.   (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 34 Engineering, McLaren, 1154)   =^=Certainly Ensign McLaren, let me know what you find. Ummm... when you get a chance could you... or someone else from engineering... come up here? Ensign Yalrath blew up her OPs panel. We've moved her to secondary so it’s not an immediate priority, but I would like Main Ops working properly, =^= stated Paul directly.  "Yes sir, I’ll get up there ASAP. Understood, Matthew out." Matthew sighed inwardly at the thought of another job, it seemed like it would never end. Moving to a console he began inputting commands to locate the power drain. After a good half an hour of battling with the computer he gave up and slammed his fists onto the console in frustration. Turning he stormed into the turbolift. "Ops!" he barked at the computer and the lift began to move upwards. (Posted by Matthew McLaren) (Shuttle - En Route to Starbase Geneva - Ensign - Allacard De'Charin - 1200)   ~Great thirty minutes to get to the base and into Adrianna’s office. thought Mallard.   Allacard pressed some buttons making some minor course adjustments.   ~There, ought to be able to get there sooner now. It was great having the pilot let me finish the trip for him.~,Thought Allacard.   ~Actually more or less I had to because of his drinking he could barely stand up.~,Allacard thought, while giving out a small chuckle.   Allacard could see the base quite clearly now coming up to it and hailed them.   "This is Shuttle 12 from Resorte please respond, Requesting permission to dock.",Said Allacard.   =^=This is Geneva space dock, You are clear to land in bay 1.=^=   ~Great now just ease it in...there.~, Allacard thought, with not even a slight bump Allacard was able to land the craft quite easily.   As Allacard got out of the shuttle he looked around. People were busy and basically resembled a stampede of workmen and women.   Looking up he could see bright lights and things.   "Excuse me where might I find Adrianna’s office.",Allacard said, to a frustrated looking man doing some scans.   "What do I look like a info terminal?",said the man.   "Allright allright, go here.",said the man.   "Thanks",said Allacard, but the man didn't appear to be listening.   Allacard quickly gathered his things and went to Arianna's office.   (Posted by Trey Reed) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 62 Security Office, CSO, Ensign {SG} Doctor Engtamn-Jensi, 1202)   After  completing his conversation with Captain Arianna, Engtamn walked quickly to the turbolift, device in hand.   "Deck 62 Please," Engtamn said aloud to the turbolift. The door closed and it whirred to his destination.   Engtamn walked off the lift and entered the security area. He saw a few security members doing various duties, but no Lieutenant Casely.   "Ummm... excuse me... but is Lieutenant Casely here?" asked Engtamn politely.   "Sorry Sir, he usually doesn't come in here until after 1700. He's working double shifts right now," said one of the personnel there, "You'd probably find him in Main Ops at the moment."   ~I am such a fool. I really must get in the habit of asking locations before I go looking for people. It would save me a great amount of time,~ thought Engtamn.   "Thank you very much," said Engtamn as he left the office and reentered the turbolift.   "Sorry to bother you again Mr. Turbolift, but I need Deck 1 now," said Engtamn. Immediately the lift complied. Engtamn did not look forward to dealing directly with Lieutenant Casely, he found him a bit large and frightening compared to the Captain, probably because he worked security. Of course, he hadn't really talked to Lieutenant Casely before, so that was probably an unfair assessment.   (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 1 Main Operations, CSO, Ensign {SG} Doctor Engtamn-Jensi, 1217)   Engtamn walked onto main operations and saw Casely standing there, frowning at a display screen. A scent of acrid smoke hung in the air. Just viewing the body language of the Lieutenant made it clear he wasn't having a good day.   "U-u-ummm... excuse me L-l-lieutenant," Engtamn stuttered feeling a sudden amount of fear.   Paul swung around to the Acting Chief Science Officer frowning, "Yes? What can I do for you?"   "S-s-sorry sir, but I need some security people. T-t-the t-t-tracer for the device has been made," Engtamn stated. He knew he was facing an unhappy officer, the mere thought created the threat of losing control of his water.   Paul sighed, "I see... good work Doctor. How long will it take for you to find this thing if it works? As you can see, its not been a great day things haven't been working to an optimal level."   "Not long..." said Engtamn quietly.   "OK... start the thing running," stated Paul.   (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 1 Main Ops, Ensign McLaren, 1227) Matthew stepped off the turbolift into ops. There was still the smell of smoke in the air which Matthew thought strange because the life support should have filtered it out by now. ~another thing to fix~ Matthew walked up to Ensign Yalrath . “I haven't had any more luck tracking down the power drain. It appears to be gone at the moment so I can't track it, but I’ll keep an eye out." (Reply Yalrath) "I’ll take a look at that console."   Matthew walked to the remains of the ops console and scanned it with a tricorder. "Gees you did a good job of it." Matthew said grinning at the ensign manning the secondary console. (Reply Yalrath IYW) He proceeded to remove the paneling on the front and crawled in underneath the terminal, using a palm beacon to see what he was doing although he didn't really need one. He could do this type of work without sight and had before. It didn't take him long to replace the burned out relays and have it up and running. "There you go." He said to ensign Yalrath, motioning to the console. "Try not to blow it up again." He said grinning. (reply Yalrath IYW) Matthew tapped his comm. badge, "McLaren to Lieutenant Casely, there anything you need me to do immediately?"  (Reply Casely) (posted by Matthew McLaren) (Starbase Geneva, COs Ready Room, CO Lise Arianna, 1231)   The door chime sounded, "Come" Lise called absent-mindedly as she continued reading from the PADD in front of her.  She looked up and saw an Ensign enter.   (Posted by Katherine) (Starbase Geneva, COs Office, ACEO, Ensign {JG}Allacard De'Charin, 1232)  The door chime sounded, "Come" Lise called  absent-mindedly as she continued reading from the PADD  in front of her.  She looked up and saw an Ensign  enter.  ~OK Just relax~, thought Allacard. As he stepped into  Captain Arianna's office and into his future in  Starfleet.  "Ensign Allacard De'Charin reporting in Captain.",Stated Allacard. (Posted by Trey Reed) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 46 Ambassadorial/Embassy Section, CSO and 2O/TAC/SC, Ensign {SG} Doctor Engtamn-Jensi and Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1237)   Engtamn led Paul on a merry chase throughout most of the station and it was beginning to be evident that the Station's Second officer was starting to get a bit annoyed. Finally, Engtamn pointed to a door, "Its there Sir."   Paul staggered back for a second. He shook his head for a second. This was turning out to be quite a day.   "Lieutenant Casely to Captain Arianna, we appear to have a situation," stated Paul glumly after tapping his comm badge.   (Reply Arianna)   "It would seem Sir... that Ambassador Tane is currently in possession of the device, whether he knows it or not. I need some idea of how you want me to proceed. Perhaps it would be best if you were here Sir," stated Paul.   (Reply Arianna)   Engtamn, for his part, wanted to find someplace to hide. He was not relishing the confrontation to follow. Paul sighed, ~Will this day NEVER end?~   (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Starbase Geneva- Little Cardassia- Admiral Gr'iann- 1330) Gr'iann entered Little Cardassia, intrigued to what he might find there. He'd had very little dealings with the Cardassians, but knew them to be a militaristic race. To the Caitians natural preference to non-violence, he was always curious as to the thought processes of such ... barbaric races. He wanted to understand them, and in some way, help understand his own tendencies to violence. The decor was very different than he had expected. He had thought that it would be all gray and plain, but it was actually quite decorative. And the odors that came from the kitchen were much more inviting than he had expected. already he'd been pleasantly surprised. this promised to be a good meeting. He was sat at a table and watched for Captain Arianna. Lise entered the restaurant with trepidation.  ~It's just lunch... just lunch...~  She kept repeating to herself, hoping that somehow it would turn out to be -- just lunch.  She was, however, doubtful, of all the things that it could and would be -- just lunch -- she had a bad feeling, wasn't one of them. There was a reason, she was almost certain, that this admiral had been placed upon her station, and she had a funny feeling she knew why -- to keep an eye on her.  She took a deep breath and strode towards the table where Admiral Gr'iann sat, keeping her composure firmly in place. "Admiral."  Lise said as she extended her hand.  "Good Afternoon."  She said pleasantly. Gr'iann smiled a big toothy grin that often frightened people who didn't know him. He extended his paw and put it to her hand. He extended his claws to just barely touch her wrist. It was a traditional Caitian greeting that he gave when he wasn't thinking about it. "Captain, Arianna," he purred, "I'mm so glad we could have this timme togetherr. Please, sit." Lise, a little taken a back by the claws that extended to touch her wrist (even though she'd experienced such a greeting before -- her academy instructor had been a Catian), fought her reflex to pitch the admiral across the room as she listened to what he had said. "Thank you sir.  The pleasure is mine."  She said succinctly as she took her place across the admiral and crossed one leg over the other.  Her posture was still erect and straight as she was not about to let down her guard. Gr'ianns ears twitched a little at Arianna's posture. She seemed so... on edge. He hoped he hadn't put her ill at ease. It was not his intention. Quite the contrary. Perhaps some small talk until they were served. "So Captain, how do you find the starrbase?" he asked. "Well."  Arianna replied.  "We've just received a whole bunch of new recruits from Command.  Another ATAC, ACEO, COUNS, ACEO...  It looks as if things are progressing nicely." A waiter came over to take their order. Gr'iann was very aware of how others perceived his usual diet, so he tried to make a conscious effort to order food that others could handle watching him eat. "I would like to have a steak, verry rrarre," he ordered. "And a larrge salad. Also a glass of waterr would be good. Captain?" Lise looked around the room, and then back at the waiter.  "Um, I'll have a.."  She was really in the mood for rokegg blood pie or gag'h with oskoids, an unusual combination that she'd come to love but not something that she felt comfortable eating in public.  "an oskoid salad, with a side of teakth wings." Gr'iann chuckled. "I was worrried about mmy being to carreful about what I ate. I suppose we both have an unusual taste forr foods." Lise permitted herself to semi-smile.  "I guess so." The Caitian nodded, looking away from the table.  He was glad that there were not many patrons around at this time.  This was not going as well as he'd hoped.  He could almost taste the tension in the Captain. "I suppose you arre wonderring why an admmirral is herre to do the job of somme... wha is the terrmm... flunky?" Lise nodded her head, "Well to be quite honest sir."  She responded carefully, "I had been wondering why you were here to do this particular job, but 'flunky' would not be the term I would use to describe the usual occupants of that position." The admiral snorted. "No, I suppose not. Tell mme, just what is the job you think I'mm herre forr.? "Honestly?"  Lise asked, "or politically?" Gr'iann sat foward and looked directly into Lise Arianna's eyes.  "I will mmake a deal with you Captain,  If you arre commpletely honest with mme, then I will be commpletely honest with you.  Actually, I'll be honest with you anyway, no mmatterr what you do." "Agreed."  Arianna said, her eyes narrowing.  "I believe you are here to 'keep an eye' on me."  She said succinctly. Gr'iann nodded, his head cocked to the side, and his tail climbed up to the level of the table.  "In a mmannerr of speaking," he answered her. "Tell mme, arre you awarre of the details of how you camme to this assignmment?" "That depends?  Which details?  The ones from my side, or from yours?  Those from my side, I am keenly aware of, as to those of the administration, I'm afraid I wasn't privy to all that information." "No," the admiral admitted, "I suppose you werre not.  Yourr own historry is quite, fascinating, as a Vulcan friend of mmine mmight say.  You werre kidnapped , then not kidnapped.  You fought to undermmine the authorrity of the Klingon high commmand." Lise looked down at the table.  "That is one way of putting it."  She answered solemnly. "Indeed," Gr'iann looked at her.  "And how would you put it?" Lise looked at the Admiral directly in the eyes and spoke in an evenly metered voice, "I was kidnapped, against my will and brought to see a world, a place where there was much suffering.  A world and a history that runs through my veins a fight that was and is my own.  I was brought to see that. And in that light, in that case and circumstance I resigned my commission to fight alongside my sisters to try to give them the rights to have what every Klingon male warrior has by birth and we not.  That, is how I would put it." "You have a grreat spirrit," Gr'iann told her, unperturbed by her fervour. "Now I will tell you a little sommething.  When you werre firrst  brought up to the admiralty, mmost werre in favorr of just locking you up and thrrowing away the key." He paused for a moment then continued. "But therre was this one admmirral. A very insightful and, I mmust say, wise and intelligent creature.  He thought therre was mmore to you than that, and insisted in giving you a chance to prrove yourrself.  He was, eventually, successful.  Now I mmust see if that decision was the rright one." Arianna did not move.  "LoDona."  She said quietly. "Let us just say that Admmirral LaDona and I have verry simmilarr ideas.  I was not the firrst choice forr this assignmment.  But Rroberrt was mmost influential in mmy choice.  He wanted to be surre that you would get an unbiased opinion." Gr'iann smiled again, "although I cannot say I amm commpletely unbiased." "To be honest, Captain," Gr'iann continued, "I amm not commforrtable playing the parrt of a spy.  I believe that is a job best left to those who arre good at it.  Howeverr, I too seem to fosterr a belief in you, and would like to see you thrrive." "What I would prreferr," he continued, "would be to be considerred as parrt of yourr crrew.  Perrhaps even a doctorr.  That way, it will not seemm that I amm watching yourr everry mmove." Arianna looked at the Admiral across from her.  "Agreed.  However, if you've accessed my medical record, you'll no doubt find that I have no great affinity for doctors.  No offence sir.  But I appreciate the sentiment, and will be more than happy to treat you as one of my crew." Gr'iann laughed out loud.  With a purr he said, "Captain, it has been mmy experriance that nobody in Starrfleet seems to highly rregarrd doctorrs orr their opinions, until they become necesarry." "Well glad to hear that some aspect of my personality doesn't have red alert klaxons sounding all over the station."  She responded. "Indeed," Gr'iann offered, "I believe it has to be parrt of your psychological prrofile to mmake captain.    He looked over and saw the waiter approaching.  "Ahh, ourr food." Lise watched as the Waiter put their plates down in the correct positions. She looked over at the admiral.  "I guess you could say that."  She responded to his previous comment and then added.  "This looks delicious. What about yours?" Gr'iann sniffed at his meat.  It was a little more cooked than he would have liked but , it was adequate.  "It will do.  Good mmeal to you Captain Arianna." (Posted by Katherine Mazurok and Al Muir) (Starbase Geneva-Ballroom-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie & Ensign Brian Rogers-1925)   "I think they'll do just fine here. A lot of them I've known for some time, but since I've been gone it looks as though they've acquired new members. But I'm pretty sure you'll get to know the station and people here in no time." Kaitlyn said. Brian nodded in agreement.   "So...can I ask you.....what made you decide to become a counselor?" she asked. Brian thought and then said.   "Well, I never wanted to command a starship. My parents always talked about how I would be one of the next generation. I didn't want to. I just wanted talk to people and help them with their problems. Why did you choose a life of medicine?" Brian asked.   (reply Mackenzie)   "Ahh. Well lets see....I chose medical because as I told you earlier my mom was a nurse. Just, one day I got bored and helped out around the place and that was it. I just caught on and stuck with it since. My father had always wished I would've gone to command school to begin with. But I've been first officer before and it just doesn't suit my fancy." Brian was suddenly shocked. Most people worked their whole live to be in a command seat and didn't get one. "Call me crazy if you wish," Kaitlyn said has she smiled   "If your crazy, we'll have to spend a lot more time together." Brian said. He wondered if she would get the joke.   (reply Mackenzie)   "I guess that's why I was wondering why you chose counseling as a career, I mean, coming from a command family and all. But eventually I guess someone would have to get tired of it." Brian let out a long sigh. "Well, I just was sick of being preached too. All day everyday for 18 years about how great my family is. It must of had an impact. Now at our next family reunion on Starbase 614, I'll be the only one wearing Medical blue in a sea of Red." Brian said has he looked at the floor.   (reply Mackenzie)   Then, their food arrived and they began eating. Brian looked up and said, "How often do you see your family?"   (Posted by Kevin Schram and Stacey Brewer) (Starbase Geneva, Office, Humans for Humanity Station Head, Dean Benford -1934)   Dean sat back at his desk and watched as the reports trailed in. He was getting detailed information about members of the station and what their specific positions and races were by his informants littered through the party. Dean knew that this would be a perfect situation for him to gather much needed intelligence. He also had to decide whether or not he would spring his little surprise on the station. If he could discredit the mixed breed Captain of this station, it could do a lot for his cause, but on the other hand, he knew that station security was watching him closely. He mulled over the possibilities in his mind.   Dean listened in on several conversations throughout the party. His operatives had worked well at planting bugs.   =^=If any of you wish to come by tomorrow we're running a lunch special, half off till 1400 and at the bar there is always a discount for station security officers.=^=   Dean made a mental note of "Little Cardassia". ~Bloody half breed running the place.~ he thought to himself. He'd be sure they were paid a visit at some point.   =^=Well we're getting there, there's still heaps to do but we're getting through it slowly. I don't know why the upgraders cant do it right in the first place.=^=   ~Because all the upgrades are done by incompetent aliens.~   =^=It appearrs that the good doctorr has been the victimm of the mmost classic of all prranks.  Someone has put alcohol in the punch bowl.  I believe the human phrase is "staked"?  Dr. Engtamn is drunk.=^=   ~One alien who can't speak the language properly and another one who can't hold his drink. A fine crew to be sure.~   =^=Usually, Klingons do it in the nude, but I usually wear standard Starfleet Undergarments.=^=   =^=Well, I guess I'll have to replicate me some uh...more specific...attire for tomorrow's program.=^=   ~At least their both human... but geez... GET A ROOM!~   Dean sat and continued to monitor the party and listen in on the conversations of those involved, building his database and contemplating future plans. He also thought back to his surprise... and pondered whether he really wanted to pursue it or not.   (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, ACMO Lt. Cmdr Kaitlyn Mackenzie & COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1929)   Brian kept looking at the floor, when he felt something on his hand. He then realized it must be her hand. He didn't protest. She lowered her head and looked Brian in the eye.   "So what if they don't like what you do? Everyone has to make the decision for themselves right? Not only that, but if you were shoved into command, you'd be wasting your whole life doing something that meant nothing to you." Kaitlyn said. Brian smiled and stood up straight, but then she giggled.   "Oh, what’s so funny?" Brian asked.   "Oh I was just thinking about how funny it was that I was counseling the counselor." She said. Brian grumbled deeply. He certainly didn't fit Starfleet's image of the perfect little female counselor with no problems.   "How often do you. see your family?" Brian asked. Kaitlyn seemed to look deep into thought, but then the waiter arrived. He dropped off their food. Brian thanked him and he left, and Kaitlyn began to speak.   "Umm...well not very much actually.  We were really close before I left, but I haven't seen them since I've been here."  Brian watched has her face got sad, but then recovered.  "I do try to 'write them letters' so to speak.  It's always nice to keep in touch even though we can't see each other in person."   Brian nodded. "Yes. Of course. You should tell your father about....um....more important developments." Brian said. At the Academy they told him that child-to-parent relationships that have got stale often get improved with the conversation of new romantic relationships, but Brian didn't want to go down that road.   "I don't have any siblings.  I was the only child growing up.  I guess you could call me spoiled, though I never really was.  My dad was always one of those 'you have to learn the hard way' people.  And to tell you the truth, most of the time I did," Kaitlyn said, then with a slight wince in her face.   "I've got 4 brothers, 3 older, 1 younger and 1 sister, who's the oldest. I never really saw them growing up. I was in a private boarding school on the Moon for Young Men. When I finally met them when I was 16 it was like I didn't really know them." Brian explained.   "My family doesn't really hold many family gatherings.  It's a good thing to do when your family is so spread out though." She said.   "I know.....where your coming from." Brian of course, wasn't looking forward to the pressure cooker that was going to be his upcoming family reunion.   "So I'm guessing you wanna know why I didn't choose to stay in command?"    "Well, its just that so many people work so hard to get even a Second Officer's position, and you had a First Officer's seat and gave it up for 'Assistant' Chief Medical Officer." Brian explained.   "We went through a period in time when a lot of people were getting transferred to other ships because the station was getting defense upgrades.  I was promoted to first officer right before all that happened.  We also had a lot of people quit on us." Brian shook his head. He never understood why people quit Starfleet. His grandfather is the only member of his family still alive who isn't dead, currently isn't in Starfleet. And he retired because he was ordered to by Starfleet Medical, who feared the stress of planning useful offensives against the Borg would kill the old man.   Kaitlyn took a deep breath and kept speaking. "Anyways, I eventually decided that even though I liked the responsibilities of being FO, I was always drawn in too many multiple directions.  I decided it best to stay CMO.  Only when I transferred back there was already a position filled, so I'm settling for ACMO." Then she took a bite of her dinner. Brian then released that he hadn't eaten any himself. He took a few bites and then spoke again.   "Isn't it weird going from having authority over an whole Starship, expect for the captain, to being ordered around by the CMO and a bunch of other people?" Brian asked.   She shook her head and swallowed and started speaking. "Oh no, not at all.  I don't mind being ACMO.  I mean, it feels funny but it's not like I expected to be whisked back into the door.  It just took me awhile to figure out what was for me and what wasn't for me.  That's not to say I wouldn't mind filling in as FO if need be, I just don't like the permanent situation of it all."   "I know. I had to command a ship on my final exam in the holodeck. I loved it. I knew why my family wanted to be on the Command track, but I don't think I could do it every day." Brian said.   She could definitely see where he was coming from on that aspect.   "So what are your family reunions like?  Are they all about career talk or do they settle down and visit too?" She asked.   Brian took another bite and a big deep breath and started talking. "Usually, its the men in my family sit down and talk about new starship designs and who are the best captains in the fleet. The women discuss things like how the family is doing. The exception is my cousin married a Vulcan woman and she usually li kes to discuss ship designs when she gets there. Then we all eat. We usually stay overnight and head back to where we are posted." Brian purposely left out the part where his grandfather hands out 'adult' HoloNovels to all the men before they leave.   Kaitlyn thought for a moment how that could be on him.  Having so sit around and listen to all the men gloating about their command and battle missions when here he was as a counselor.    Deciding not to push into the subject, she listened as he continued.   Kaitlyn looked at him and Brian assumed she wanted him to keep talking. "Don't get me wrong. I love talking about the current state of Starfleet. I'm just not included because I'm a counselor." Brian said has he taken another bite of his food and looked around the ballroom. Then he thought out loud, but hoped it didn't hurt Kaitlyn's feelings.   "So. When is this dance thing over?" Brian asked. He hoped she didn't think he was trying to get rid of her.   Thinking he didn't want to be there anymore, she said, "I don't know...guess whenever it is that you want to leave."  She decided to concentrate on eating her dinner now instead of engaging in the conversation they once had only moments before.   "OK. I see." Brian said. He decided not to say anything. Then after a silence, Brian asked a question. "So, how is your food?"   "It's fine, just fine."  She wasn't sure what he was getting at.  ~Maybe he's trying subtly to make it up to me?~   "Yeah. Mine is like that too." Brian said. Another short silence. Brian quickly thought up something. "So, Lt. Commander. I bet you've got some high security clearance, right?" Brian felt like an idiot. Now she'd think he was a Romulan Spy or something.   With this having been said, Kaitlyn stopped in mid swirl with her fork and eyed him oddly, raising an eyebrow.  She even stopped chewing.  Then, after a moment of odd silence, Kaitlyn continued to chew again before she actually answered.   "Generally when you're high in rank, you have those privileges, yes."  She didn't know what he was getting at, but she started getting a weird vibe from him. It's not that she thought he was a spy or anything...but...~Maybe he's just trying to find a way to get back into what we were talking about?~   Getting back to her food, she was almost finished.  However, he looked more uncomfortable than she, so she finally just spat her question out.   "Is there something bothering you?"   Brian shrugged. "No. Nothing is wrong. I'm sorry if I made you feel bad. I just have a big day tomorrow and.....its not you. I'm sorry."   She didn't take any offense to that, but instead just turned the other cheek.  "Well, that's true....not to mention you'll probably need plenty of sleep."   They were both done with their dinner, Brian felt another strange silence and said "So, should we go back to the bar?"   Not knowing of anything else to do at the moment, she said, "Sure."   They got up. Brian took his uniform overshirt and walked over to the bar. They sat at their old seats and reordered some more drinks. After there drinks arrived, still no conversation. Brian knew he would have to say it, but he didn't want to.   "So....want to dance?" Brian said has he almost flinched. He was horrible at dancing and hating it, but didn't want Kaitlyn to think he was boring.   Kaitlyn slowly smiled at him.  She knew it must have taken all night just for him to ask her that, and she knew that most guys hated to dance.    Standing up, she said, "I'd like that."  As they went to the dance floor, they both felt awkward in each other's company.  ~Go figure there's a slow song on at the moment.~  The one good thing about guys and slow dancing.....they didn't have to barely move if they didn't want to.   After about two songs, she noticed others were taking part in dancing as well.  ~At least we're not the only ones.~  She still felt awkward as she assumed he was even more nervous as well.    Finally thinking of something else to say, she asked, "So what kind of music do you like?"  With this, she hoped to take his mind off of being so nervous he would move a little more.   (Posted by: Stacey & Kevin) (Starbase Geneva,  Ball Room, CO Lise Arianna, 1936)   The Dragon in the form of Dr. Engtamn-Jensi was moved over to the side and Lise watched carefully as Admiral Gr'iann and Lt. Casely presided over his care.  ~I wonder what got him in that state so quickly...~  Lise wondered curiously.   There was something strange about the air in the room.  She could sense something....   "Excuse me Captain, I would like to ask you something that makes me curious, if I may." Counsellor Marta began.   "Absolutely, Counsellor."  Lise answered, slightly dreading what might be asked of her.   "Well sir, several things have happened tonight that I was wondering if it was standard practice for these things to happen around here?"   ~Uh oh...~  Lise wondered precisely what 'things' she was referring to.  If it was the contexts of the ball, those were explicable -- well sort of, but the greater contexts of things -- perhaps not at this place and/or time.  Lise felt a pit in her stomach and a knot starting to form.  She gritted her teeth.  Had Marta done more research and found out about her time on Qo'noS?  Surely she'd ask about it at a different time?  How was Lise going to handle this scenario?  She'd been so newly thrown into command that she'd not been able to consider how she would deal with her colleagues posing questions of that nature.    "And they are?"  Lise said, trying to reveal as little of the anxiety she felt surrounding this question as she could.   "For one thing sir, I like the interaction that had been going on, but, do all the senior ranking personnel flirt so with the younger ranks?  Also, is it customary for people to get drunk so early in these?"   Arianna's expression softened a little.  These were not the questions that she had so dreaded.  "Those are very good questions, Ensign Marta."  Lise replied.  "There is no regulation about flirting with the junior ranks, and Lt. Cmdr Mackenzie is certainly free to conduct her life in whichever manner she sees fit.  And while I'd like to say that it is unusual, it has been known to happen."  Lise finished quickly.   ~Yori was a Lt. Cmdr and I an Ensign.~  She remembered the first time they'd met.  But they'd not been so public about their relationship.  However, she remembered how many of the ships crew seemed to know that there was something going on, despite their best efforts to keep their association concealed.   Lise went on to address the second part of the question, "As for the drinking, it is not customary for anyone to get so drunk these days.  In fact, I was not aware that alcohol not of the synthohol variety was going to be served."   (Posted by Katherine Mazurok) (Starbase Geneva-Ballroom-Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1938)   As they were dancing, Brian was in the midst of telling her what kind of music he liked.   "Music? I....uh...." Brian couldn't think of anything. "I like some ancient Earth stuff, you know Mozart, Bach and somebody called The Who. I also like the Vulcan Lute." Brian said. "What kind of music do you like?" Brian asked.   Kaitlyn shook her head.  "I like some more uh...upbeat stuff.  Lets see....have you ever heard of a group called Nickelback?  Also an ancient Earth group.  One of my friends introduced me to them, they're pretty good.  But I guess I also like some Bach as well."   "I see. Well...."   All the sudden the computer beeped and they both heard what the computer was telling him.  [Ensign Rogers, you have an urgent subspace message for you in your quarters. Priority Alpha.].   They stopped dancing and he said,   "If you'll excuse me...."   "Yeah, sure."  She didn't say anything else as she just watched him pick up his uniform jacket and leave the ballroom in a hurry.   ~I hope everything is ok.~  Then she took a deep breath and looked down at the table.  ~How many drinks did I have now?~  She scratched her head and picked up her mask. That was when she noticed Admiral Gr'iann standing nearby.  He looked as if he was having an okay time....but looked like he might be waiting for someone and was looking for them.   ~Oh well.~  Sitting once again, she propped her feet up on a chair opposite herself.  Folding her arms, she decided it not best to have another drink.  ~I'm a doctor, I know about these things....~  Taking a look around the room, she wondered if she might stay or go.   (Posted by: Stacey) (Starbase Geneva- Ballroom-  Admiral Gr'iann-  1939)   Gr'iann strolled back into the ballroom, feeling a little warmer from his drink with Casely.  He had enjoyed their talk.  He listened politely, and even shared a little.  He knew how to make an old Caitian feel welcome.  They had begun to talk about some of the crew and Gr'iann had managed to get the conversation onto the topic of Dr. Mackenzie.  Unfortunately, Casely had little to pass on, and Gr'iann didn't want to press the topic.  He didn't want to seem... interested.   Was that how he felt towards her?  She was a fine looking woman, but he had just barely met her.  There was just something, an innocence, a pheremonal influence, that he couldn't get past.  If he were to be honest with himself, she was really the only reason he wanted to come back to the dance.   ~Stupid old Cait.~ He chastised himself.   When he walked through the crowd, his cape swirled around him.  Many people were dancing now.  He found himself moving with the rhythm.  As he managed to break away from the crowd he finally caught sight of his quarry.  There she was.  Kaitlyn Mackenzie.  She was dancing, with some male he didn't recognize.  Of course, he didn't know anyone here, so that wasn't saying much.   He found it odd that the hair on the back of his neck was standing on end.  ~Relax old Cait.~   Taking a deep breath he moved toward the dancing couple, uncertain of what he was going to do when he got there.  He might actually have to dance.  Gr'iann frowned at that prospect.   (posted by Al Muir) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, Ensign McLaren, 1940) The ensign hadn't been having the best time finding it hard to find people to talk to. He had noticed that a lot of the people had paired up before he got here, ~just my luck again~ He walked over to the bar and ordered a drink. When he got it he walked over to the tables and sat down. Taking a sip he looked around. He hardly recognized anyone. He saw the woman that the captain had pointed out sitting a few tables away by herself and an admiral was standing a few metres away looking out of place and unsure of what to do. ~join the club, I’ll have a drink and then probably leave if nothing amazing happens, I could get some practice in on my keyboard or go and fix another thing in engineering, yay~ (posted by Matthew McLaren) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 14 Holodeck 4, 2O/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely - 2024) Paul had gone, enjoyed his drink with the Admiral, as well as his stories, and then proceeded to the Holodecks. He needed a reality check and some time alone. He greatly enjoyed his work, but found he was often in demand and sometimes just needed a bit of time by himself. Paul couldn’t help but wonder if the Captain didn’t feel the same way too. “Computer, run programme Casely delta four,” said Paul aloud. Suddenly, the gridlines of the holodeck transformed. The sky became that of earth at sunset, brilliant hues of orange and yellow hung before him. The sound of seabirds filled the empty void of the deck. Paul removed his shoes and socks and walked on the beach. In the distance, the vast rock known as Percé was visible, hole in the middle and all. Paul had always loved the coastline along the St. Lawrence Seaway. He looked along the beach and saw a golden eagle, in all its splendor, coast past. Paul knew that if he left the beach and went farther into the seaway he could expect to see white sided dolphins and various other varieties of sea mammals. As he walked, he felt the soft white sand beneath his feet and between his toes, reminding him of home and giving him a sense of peace. The salt sea air hung pungently about him and he breathed deeply, reminding himself of the pleasures of such a place and of the joys of being able to contemplate life in such a peaceful, unobtrusive setting. He also felt a pang of regret about leaving his home, still one of the most under populated areas on Earth. Paul watched as a small fiddler crab scurried by and into the water. He remembered catching those little animals… and returning them to the water. Paul could never stand to ‘keep them from their families’ as a child. He loved where he was now… and he loved seeing the places he had, but there always was a special love of home and the peacefulness of this place. ~Perhaps a hike to La Chute before I go back to the party.~ Paul thought to himself. Of all the sights and splendors of earth, it was this site that he missed the most. (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) [END COMPILE]