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She said, and nothing happened. She looked over to the counsellor for some help on this one. (Harrison) "I see, then what would you suggest I eat?" She said not sure what it was programmed for. (Harrison) She then noticed someone behind a counter and was curious, she left the counsellor at the replicator and headed over to see what this person was doing. "Hello, may I help you with something?" The man behind the counter said. "I was looking for something to eat, and the replicator is giving me a hard time. I don't know what it does and doesn't know how to make, but it seems not to know the food I eat regularlly. I was hoping someone could suggest something for me to try." She said looking to try something new since she couldn't get something she liked. "Yes I can help you with that, here I have something you can try." He said giving her a plate of something she hadn't seen before. She took the plate and thanked him, not thinking to ask him what she was trying. She went back to the table finding the consellor had returned there as well. She took a fork and cut the brownish item. It was covered in some kind of sauce, and she put it in her mouth. The flavor shot through her mouth, and she chewed very slowly trying to see if she liked it. She wasn't sure about it, and tried another piece. She hadn't formed an opinion, and she tried more of it finding it very enjoyable. She noticed something white beside it, and decided to try it as well. It was covered in the same sauce as the brown thing, and she wondered if this was how everyone here ate. It had some kind of weird flavor to it, and she found she didn't like it very much. She continued to eat the brown thing, and noticed the counsellor was watching her. "What? Did I miss something?" She said looking at him. (Tag Harrison) (Posted by Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Conference Room - Scientific Personnel - Petty Officer 2nd Class T'lexinath - 1223)   T'lex resisted the urge to laugh as Zzt sniffed the air all around hir. S/he knew that different species had different ways of 'seeing' and 'feeling out' individuals. It was, after all, fairly common for different species to greet hir with concern and even revulsion.   S/he listened carefully to Zzt's proposition of a working dinner. It seemed... reasonable. S/he looked at him for a second and considered it. Then concern gripped hir. "I should warn you, Sir, many... people... have difficulty with my... diet. I'll eat with you Sir, but maybe you'd rather have me not eat in front of you." T'lex thought of the live grubs and insects that s/he habitually ate. A fresh shipment of live crickets had recently been sent to hir and s/he was looking forward to digging into them... but not at the expense of upsetting the Chief Engineer.   (Reply Zzt) (Posted by Jeff) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz, Conference Room, CEO, Lt(sg) Zzt, 1224) "Excuse me Sir, I would be happy to help with the temporal shielding whenever you see fit. I have some ideas on how we might deal with some of the emitter issues," stated T'lex, looking up at Zzt. Zzt frowned for a moment as he stopped and looked down at the skinny fur less almost lizard like being. With a look of curiously, Zzt leaned forward slightly and sniffed the air right above T'lex's head taking in the Crewman's scent fully. Zzt nodded as he stood back up to his full height. "Hi," Zzt said smiling down at T'lex. "Zzt got lots work do." Zzt held up the PADD he had been taking notes on. "Lots projects. Zzt got meet with ACEO's to assign projects. Temporal shielding not been done successfully, to Zzt knowledge. Zzt need do little research before him ready to work on that." Zzt paused for a moment as he thought. "Maybe you draw up some ideas, and meet Zzt for dinner? We can go over while eat. Work for you?" (Reply T'lex, Any) (Posted by Wes) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz, Conference Room, CEO, Lt(sg) Zzt, 1226) "I should warn you, Sir, many... people... have difficulty with my... diet. I'll eat with you Sir, but maybe you'd rather have me not eat in front of you." Zzt blinked in surprise. He had never had any one say that to him before. "Why?" He asked, "What you eat? It not cooked food is it?" Zzt made a disgusted look. "Zzt hate cooked food. Why humans eat cooked meat beyond Zzt. Much taster raw." (Reply T'lexinath, Any) (Posted by Wes) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Conference Room - Scientific Personnel - Petty Officer 2nd Class T'lexinath - 1227)     T'lex blinked a couple of times, not really sure what to make of that comment. Certainly cooked would NOT be a problem. S/he considered and formulated hir answer. It was very strange for T'lex not to eat by hirself in hir quarters. Generally, the other crew were more than a little squeamish about hir, either because of hir odd appearance, or hir odd diet.   "Well, Sir... you see... it most certainly won't be cooked. Ummm... in fact, just the opposite. You see, my species tends to eat their food live. I have a nice batch of crickets for dinner tonight. Some crew are rather... uncomfortable... with me when snack on live insects or on rare occasions mammals... like mice. Its part of our... reptilian... background," replied T'lex cautiously.   (Reply Zzt)   T'lex blinked hir inner lids a couple more times, "If I may ask Sir, what kinds of foods do you eat?" She had heard about the Chief Engineer, most often in laughing or curious tones, but had never met him. He didn't seem to be all that odd, really. Just subject to the commonalities of his species, something s/he could relate to.   (Reply Zzt) (Posted by Jeff) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Deck 7 - ATAC/ASC, Ensign Jono Janeway - 13:05) Jono hadnt done much sinc ehte meeting earlier on that day, he had been wondering around meeninglessy, he ahd been thinkning about several things - the upcoming mission, this "Scavenger hunt" - he wasnt quite sure what to make of that!. "Tagon to all security personnel," came Tagons booming voice over the comm, "there is a mandatory security meeting at 1330 hours. Be there." there was a moments silence when Jono thought He had closed the comm channel and then "Thank you." Thats more thoughtful of Tagon, Jono began to suspect something, but he didnt dwell on it! It was probably just a good day, for Tagon or something. He continued along the corridor thinking about what Tagon had said ~Mandatory? hmmmm this will be interesting~. There were a few knew faces in the security department that he hadnt met yet, and was hoping fully to meet them at the meeting. As he walked along the corridor, he saw a man he knew would be at the meeting, he nodded and quickly said to him as he walked past "Try not to be late?" He winked. He knew that he would know what he ment. He was late to most meetings, which wasnt the best thing to when you had Tagon as your superior. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Security Center - OPs - Lt. Dru Tagon - 1315) Tagon continued to look over the information that he'd been given by the captain with regards to the mission. It was still inconcievable that anyone would think of altering a time line without considering the long term affects of those ministrations. Of course, if you're insane then the Brikar decided that those considerations probably mean very little. Then his mind went back to the engineer, O'Neill and wondered what his whole deal was. Was he just trying to make himself look good to the new FO. He had never pegged the man as a sychophant, but then again, he only knew him cursorally. Tagon felt something on the back of his neck and he looked up to see Luxulyan looking over at him. At first he wondered if there was something on his uniform, then he began to wonder just what she was looking at, at was feeling a bit uncomfortable with the thoughts that crossed his mind. "Is there something on your mind sir?" asked Tallis. "I was wondering the same thing about you," Tagon said. He watched as his new ASC went to the replicator and got hereself something to drink. He hadn't heard of the drink before, but then again, he wasn't much on flavors. "Can I get you anything sir", she said. "Doenitz's head, on a plate," Tagon said sarcastically. "Barring that, I don't require anything." Luxulyan pulled out a padd and stepped over to his desk. Tagon continued to watch her, wondering just what she was up to. "I was wondering what the deal was with the Ferengi", said Tallis, "he seems decidedly shifty but then again aren`t all Ferengi." "I have not been brought into the CO's privy with that matter," Tagon said bluntly. "I suppose that means it'snone of my damn business. As far as you're conserned he's just another member of the crew. One that we'll have to watch, very closely. I'm sure Captain Sash has his reasons." "Ummm, we`ll see I guess," said Luxulyan as she downed the remainder of her juice before returning to her desk. Once Luxulyan returned to her desk the rest of the security team began to show up. Shimply showed up and Tagon just pointed over to the conference table. The others began to arrive soon afterward. Tagon stood up and motioned for Luxulyan to join him. He watched as Janeway came in and found his seat. Once everyone was seated and quiet he began to speak. "I'm sure that you are all aware of our up coming mission by now," he began, "so I won't wasste your time rehashing it. Security on this one is going to be tight. I want to increase the number of security personnel on each deck, by one and by two on engineering. This means that we might need to change our schedule somewhat, and some of you will be running extra shifts. We all need to be sharp, so off duty activities should be held to a minimum, rest being the priority." He turned and looked at Philips and Mondar. "And you two can put your full contact battle on hold for the duration. I need everyone capable of fighting the enemy, and the last time you two each broke something." He stopped to see the crestfallen men slowly nod. "We have some new crewmembers aboard, including a Ferengi engineer. They need to be watched, but do NOT interfere with their duties." He turned to Luxulyan. "I want you to start doing random security drills, intruder alerts, tactical drills starting tomorrow." (reply Luxulyan) He then caught Shimply's eye. "Mr. Shimply, you're my holodeck expert. I want you and Janeway to set up a training program in the Security holodeck. I want group hand to hand combat, aswell as weapons combat." (reply Shimply, Janeway) "I will be planning something special," Tagon said grimly. "If there are no questions then get to work." (reply Luxulyan, Shimply, Janeway) (posted by Al Muir) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Security Centre - ATAC/ASC, Ensign Jono Janeway - 13:28) He stepped into the security centre, to see it buzzing with people already. He was pleased to see that they all made an effort to turn up on time. He walked through the crowd, nodding to people and introducing himself to people he didnt know as he went along. He stopped infront of a seat and sat down in it, just as Tagon walked through the door. He nodded at him, although he wasnt sure if the Brikar noticed or not. He sat back and waited for the meeting to begin. (reply any in security centre) (posted by Jono) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Security centre - TAC/ASC Tallis Luxulyan - 13:31) With the meeting now in full swing, Tagon briefed everyone on what was to happen over the next few days. Everyone was aware of course of their mission details & Tagon had stressed the need for him not to go over them again as he led on to the more current matters with each of the security team members respectively. Then it was Luxulyan`s turn. "I want you to start doing random security drills, intruder alerts, tactical drills starting tomorrow.", said the Chief. "Aye sir", said Tallis with a nod as the SC quickly shifted his attention to Shimply & Janeway indicating to them that he wanted them to set up combat training sessions in the security holodeck. Tallis raised an eyebrow at the mention of it. She was already an accomplished martial artist & excelled in the Vulcan style of Wehk Pukan. The chance to get a work out however was certainly not something to be missed at all. ~This should be fun~ Lux then followed everyone out of the security section to begin her own scheduled duties once again. Her destination on this occasion would be engineering, she wanted to get a closer look at the Ferengi engineer. She had a feeling about him that bothered her somewhat.... (Reply Any, None) (Posted by Alan Reading) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Security Center - Security Officer Daigon Shimply - 1345) "I'm sure that you are all aware of our up coming mission by now," he began, "so I won't waste your time rehashing it. Security on this one is going to be tight. I want to increase the number of security personnel on each deck, by one and by two on engineering. This means that we might need to change our schedule somewhat, and some of you will be running extra shifts. We all need to be sharp, so off duty activities should be held to a minimum, rest being the priority." "And you two can put your full contact battle on hold for the duration. I need everyone capable of fighting the enemy, and the last time you two each broke something." Tagon said as he looked at Philips and Mondar, who seemed to be crest fallen, but, they nodded. "We have some new crew members aboard, including a Ferengi engineer. They need to be watched, but do NOT interfere with their duties." A Ferengi on the Nimitz, Daigon knew that could not be any good. He knew that Ferengi’s were only out for themselves and the sell. He hoped he would not have to guard the Ferengi. He turned to Luxulyan. "I want you to start doing random security drills, intruder alerts, tactical drills starting tomorrow." (reply Luxulyan) "Mr. Shimply," Tagon said as he caught Daigon's eye. "you're my holodeck expert. I want you and Janeway to set up a training program in the Security holodeck. I want group hand to hand combat, as well as weapons combat." Daigon did not know about Janeway, but, he was up for the task. He simply looked over at Janeway and nodded his head to him. (reply Janeway) "I will be planning something special," Tagon said grimly. "If there are no questions then get to work." After the meeting, Daigon stepped over to Janeway, "you ready for us to create some hell for our fellow security personnel to go through?" He wanted to make sure that everyone was ready for the trouble that was coming their way. (reply from Janeway, any) (posted by frank) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - OPS - Ensign Rizoru - 1356) Riz had been watching the time, and she made sure she wasn't late for duty. She didn't want anyone thinking that she wasn't capable of getting herself from one shift to the next, after all she did command a ship before, not that she was going to tell anyone that. She had said good-bye to her company, and went for a turbo lift ride to the bridge. She remembered her last shift, and wondered if it would be anything like that. The lift doors opened, and she stepped onto the bridge going straight to ops. She found Lt. Bix was at the station already, and she stepped behind it going to one of the consoles. She hoped that things would run smoothly for this shift, and she wasn't sure if she should have said something about reporting for duty. She went to work, thinking that if she made a mistake the lieutenant would say something. (tag any, none) (Posted by liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - OPs - Lieutenant Dartena Bixx - 1357)   Dartena had arrived in plenty of time to watch Wolfe take control of the bridge. She was still in a euphoric state due to her plans with Devan. Dartena heard the lift doors open and turned to see Ensign Rizoru starting shift. She smiled broadly.   "Hello!" Dartena said brightly. She was happy to see another female joining her, no matter what the species, "We've just been asked by Commander Wolfe to do the pre-flight checks. We're getting ready to disembark. Apparently Doctor Lemar and his entourage are starting to beam over. Once they're here, we're leaving. Can you check to make sure ancillary powerflow requirements are being met? I'm double checking primaries right now. You can take the secondary console." After the last statement Dartena gestured to another operations console, currently unused.   (Reply Riz)   Dartena smiled, "When you have your systems check, just call out the readiness and send the official file to the command chair. Like this," Dartena raised her voice slightly, "Tactical and security systems are online and a go. Warp engine powerflow is showing normal as is impulse. Bridge systems are a go. There appear to be no deficiency in primary systems." With that, Dartena hit a key on her console and turned to Riz with a smile.   (Reply Riz) (Posted by Jeff) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - OPs - Ensign Rizoru - 1359) "Yes, ma'am." She said moving to the console to see what she could do. She hit a few buttons and began a few scans. She felt a little nervous at doing this task, but she found it wasn't difficult. She found that her nerves began to settle, then her attention was called away by Lt. Bix. She watched and listened to the instructions. She looked back at her scans, and saw that things were working in perfect order. She didn't want to call out like Bix had done, but she knew she must. She wondered if this is how all things were done onboard. "Ancillary powerflow meets the specified requirements." She said loud enough for the commander to hear, and she tried to keep her voice even and steady. She didn't want to show she was nervous with this new position, and then she looked back at Bix to see if there was anything else Bix needed her to do. (tag Bix) (Posted by Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - OPs - Lieutenant Dartena Bixx - 1404)   Dartena watched and listened while Rizoru checked her board and called out the report. She seemed fine, no worries. Still though, it was intimidating to start with and Dartena knew it would be best to start out gradually  like this. She was pleased that Wolfe had thought to give split duty shifts, it gave new people to get over their natural nervousness.   After the reports, Wolfe turned to the pair and called back, "Reports acknowledged. Thank you." He had a grin on his face. Dartena could tell he was like a kid in a candy store at the moment. He seemed to be 'wearing the chair' well... although not as well as Devan.   Dartena turned her attention back to Rizoru. "Good work! Now, from here lets divide up some of the systems. You take care of Medical, tier two engineering conduits, and scientific. I'll deal with the rest. All we have to do now, as I'm sure you know, is to keep the power steady. If a department asks for more power, we look into the reserves and provide it if it isn't excessive. If they're asking for a lot, we need to know why and possibly get authorization from Commander Wolfe.  Your fingers will get tired working the panel, but the job is necessary. They tried doing it with just computers on one starship, and the starship locked down the power stating again and again that extra power requests were unwarrented. Every department and study onboard was stalled for days until they disconnected it. Anyway, any questions?" asked the Bolian, talking warmly and excitedly.   (Reply Rizoru) (Posted by Jeff) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - OPs - Ensign Rizoru - 1406) She hadn't expected anything from the commander, and it startled her a bit. She didn't show it in any way, remembering her training on her home world. ~To show your feelings makes you weak.~ She thought quoting the rule word for word in her head. "Yes, ma'am, medical, science, and tier two engineering conduits." She said repeating the information to make sure she had it correct, since she didn't want to have any room for errors. She remembered the last time there had been room for errors, and she pushed that memory back not wanting to remember it any more. She listened to the last of the instructions, and then turned back to her console pushing buttons to bring up the necessary data. She realized she liked this, and preferred it more than anything that had to do with security. "Things seem to be checking out for now, ma'am." She said not looking away from her console. (tag Bix) (Posted by Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz- Bridge - FO - Lieutenant Commander Edward Wolfe - 1415)   The bridge was a din of officers calling out their station readiness. It was loud, organized, yet chaotic, in short... it was wonderful. Edward was having the time of his life coordinating the departments and getting the ship ready for departure. While Strategical Operations Officer and Acting Third Officer on the Augustus, Edward had cleared starbases and the like before... but this was the first time he was doing it as full second in command of a Starship. His heart raced at the prospect.  Edward had received confirmation in the command chair of the systems. He turned to secondary Ops.   "It would seem Ensign, that you are in control of the aspect of engineering that deals with impulse engines. Are they ready for operation?" he asked with a smile. The Ensign was new and the only one of her species onboard. Some... nervousness... was to be expected, however she was doing a fine job. Everyone on the bridge was so far.   (Reply Rizoru)   "Excellent," he tapped the intercom button on the command chair, "All hands, prepare to disembark Starbase Geneva," he then flicked it off again,  "Helm, take us out at 1/4 impulse. Clear the moorings, then go to 3/4 impulse until we're far enough to engage warp engines," said Edward, his grin widening.   "Aye Sir," came the stock response. Edward watched the viewscreen as the docking port of the station seemed to slide by them. Soon, the Nimitz was floating in free space. Edward looked at the expanse ahead, he knew that they had a few days journey ahead of them, and those days should be mostly uneventful, but still, the fact that they were underway was exciting to say the least.   "Lieutenant Bixx, what is the status of the warp engines?" he asked.   "Warp engines are online Sir, and humming," replied the Bolian.   Edward nodded and smiled. He was sure that Captain Sash had done this on purpose, allowed him to 'take 'er out' as a symbolic gesture perhaps. "Helm, are coordinates laid in?"   "Aye Sir."   "Warp factor four, engage," said Edward with a large smile. Soon, the ship passed gracefully into warp, and Edward's heart skipped a beat.   (Reply Rizoru, any) (Posted by Jeff) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz- Bridge - OPS - Ensign Rizoru - 1417) She had tuned out the bridge was was looking over her station at the areas she was to be in charge of. She had barely heard the commander, but she had heard him. She realized that she did indeed have impulse in her charge. She checked it quickly before checking anything else. "Impulse ready." Was all she told him, and went back to check her other areas. She started with the rest of the engineering conduits under her. She again tuned out the bridge only allowing for the commander's and Lt. Bix's voices in. She knew she had to listen for them, but anyone else didn't seem like important, or they weren't on the bridge at that time. A few minutes later she got the request for power to impulse, and she gave helm the power it needed to do so. She turned back to her checks, and was finding nothing wrong with the engineering conduits on tier two. A litte while later she completed the checks on the engineering conduits, but she wasn't sure what to report to the commander, or even if she should. "Lt, I am done with checking engineering conduits on pier two, but I don't know what to report, or to whom." She said at a bit of a loss, and she starts the check on medical before taking her attention off the console and giving it to the lieutenant. (Tag Bix) (Posted by Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - OPs - Lieutenant Dartena Bixx - 1420)   Dartena continued through her systems checks and continued monitoring power flows. As was to be expected, engineering needed a bit of more energy to initiate the warp engines, energy that would become redundant again once the engines started. She then heard the voice of the Ensign beside her.   "Lieutenant, I am done with checking engineering conduits on pier two, but I don't know what to report, or to whom," stated the diminuative Ensign.   "No problem Ensign Rizoru," replied Dartena cheerfully, "If there is nothing wrong, just log the information and hit send. It goes to the general database and engineering can access it if they need to. If something is wrong use the keypad to tag it based on importance. For example, if there is something wrong with atmospheric that isn't life threatening but might be causing a degree or two variance in temperature its tagged 'repair, low priority'. If, using the same example, its causing a good deal of discomfort, so say 10 degrees celsius drop, its tagged 'repair, medium priority'. If its not working at all and is therefore life-threatening as we would all freeze to death, you tag it 'repair, high priority - emergency'. From there, the report goes to Engineering and they get it fixed according to priority and their schedule. Be careful with hitting the high priority setting because it also triggers us into red alert. Simple enough, no problem I'm sure." Dartena smiled at the Ensign.   (Reply Rizoru) (Posted by Jeff) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - OPs - Ensign Rizoru - 1422) She took in the information, and just logged the info she had. "Thanks, ma'am." She said and went back to her console, not smiling or anything. She saw that medical was being scanned, and she started to scan science. She wondered how long this would take, and hoped things would continue to be good. She made note of several messages coming in, but she wasn't sure what they were for or what to do with them. None of them were for power, and she wondered what was going on. "Lieutenant, there are several messages coming in, and they don't look like they are from us." She said still not sure what was going on. (Reply Bix) (Posted by Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - OPs - Lieutenant Dartena Bixx - 1425)     Dartena scanned her board. "Oh... don't worry about those. Incoming messages go through tactical/security, especially during wartime. If there is a problem, Security will deal with it, if not they pass them on to the intended recipient," Dartena responded grinning. She was starting to question what this Ensign had, or hadn't, learned in the Academy however. ~Ah well, I'll look into it later,~ she thought.   Dartena went back to her board for the rest of her shift and left the bridge at 1700 to get ready for her date with Devan. She looked back as a portion of the bridge swapped out and Ensign Rizoru moved to the primary station. Grinning, she hoped the young... whatever she was... could deal with whatever was coming next. This was the perfect time to test that though, as they wouldn't have any immediate encounters for a few days.   (Reply none) (Posted by Jeff) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Deck 10, Sickbay - ACMO Dr. Jonas Lemar - 15:07) Jonas bent down to pick up the last box. It wasn't very heavy, but Jonas had been lifting and moving the boxes for nearly an hour and his muscles were beginning to ache. He pushed the box onto the shelf and stepped back, reviewing his work satisfactorily. With a nod and a smile he stepped out of the medical storage cupboard and hit the panel on the wall outside, causing the door to slide shut. Jonas moved back toward the mains section of sickbay. He stopped and looked over the now empty bio-beds, leaning backward to stretch and rubbing the muscles at the base of his back. "Finally," he said, unsure if there was anyone in ear shot to hear him, "All done and time for a rest." (reply: Kinkaid IYW) Jonas walked toward the medical console, activating the onscreen display with a touch of his finger. ~Nothing in the schedule~ he thought to himself, reviewing the arranged activities for the rest of the day. Jonas and BigWill had made the extra effort to free up the schedule for the next few days, something that was aided greatly by their recent visit to Geneva. They had made good use of the medical resources of the starbase, managing to see nearly all the patients they needed to, referring crewman to doctors on Geneva whenever possible. Jonas deactivated the screen and moved over toward the CMO's office. As he approached he noticed the shapely figure of the Chief Medical Officer sitting behind the glass in his office. ~Just the man~ he thought as he waved his hand in the direction of the office, "BigWill, could you give me a hand here?" (reply: Kinkaid) "Can you just give me a once over?" He turned to eye the medical storage cupboard, "I think I've been working too hard" he turned back and grinned. (reply: Kinkaid, any in sickbay) (posted by Dave) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Deck 10, Sickbay - CMO- Dr. BigWill Kinkaid- 1509) BigWill sat in his office completing the medical charts of the pateints that they'd seen that day. He was putting his signature to the last one when he heard Jonas call out. "All done and time for a rest." Smiling, he wheeled his chair to the doorway of the office. "Don't jinx us like that," he said jokingly. "If we get an onslaught of patients now, I'm goin' to blame you." He wheeled his chair back to his desk and sighed as he placed the last chart in the filer. The big man put his arms behind his head and stretched his shoulders. It was some effort, but they were actually ahead of the game. That's always nice, for a ship this size, and he had to appreciate the fact that it was a rare occurance. There was a slight rumbling in his tummy and he rubbed it, wondering what he could have to celebrate. Somehting chocolate, definitely. Looking up he could see Lemar trying to get his attention. With an effort he rose from his seat and looked into the sickbay, empty of patients. "BigWill, could you give me a hand here?" More out of instinct that actually making an effort to be funny, the Texan began to clap his hands. Then seeing that it went over like a lead balloon he stepped out of the office and asked a little more seriously. "What's up?" "Can you just give me a once over?" Jonas asked. "I think I've been working too hard." "Really," he said, raising an eyebrow. Sometimes he wished he were a Vulcan, and could do that properly. But now his instincts came alive. "It's not very often someone asks me to have a look at them. Usually I have to sedate them and scan them while they're unconscious." He patted the biobed, "Jump up then and let's have a look. Tell what's going on, and when did it start." (reply Lemar) (posted by Al Muir) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Deck 10, Sickbay - ACMO Dr. Jonas Lemar - 15:12) Jonas did as instructed, mounting the nearest bio-bed. As he sat facing his colleague, BigWill Kinkaid, he rubbed again at the base of his back. "Well I've just been back there organising the supplies" Jonas shrugged, "I noticed a twinge at the base of my back, about twenty minutes ago. I didn't figure the boxes were that heavy." (reply: Kinkaid) "So what do I need doc, just a quick dose with the hypo?" asked Jonas. It didn't appear that serious, he just needed to take it a little easier. ~Quick and Easy~ he thought. The problem was that he knew very well that things wouldn't but just that simple. As usual, Kinkaid would probably make up some excuse to do a full check-up on him, especially as doctors were notoriously the worst to avoid their regular checkups. He sat there patiently, wondering whether he now regretted asking the big chap to look him over. (reply: Kinkaid, any in sickbay) (posted by Dave) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Deck 10 Gym - Yeoman Ansia Rozen - 1700) Ansia had grown up knowing that any good exercise program had to start with a number of good stretches. Stretches helped improve her overall flexibility while relieving the tightness in muscles that result from repetitive exercise movements. She usually took the first and last ten to fifteen minutes of her exercise routine to do them. These stretches also kept her as limber as she was at all times. Her fighting technique required that she have a large range of movement or she would hurt herself more than her opponent. After her stretching, she started into muscle toning. Here she did weight training enough to keep her body toned for her fighting technique. She never trained for mass build up or for real definition, just to keep her body toned. Next, she worked on her fighting technique, which this work out was the longest and grueling. The beginning she would meditate to clear her mind of all unwanted thoughts at this point. Then she would work out against all objects that she could and she would also work against them blind folded after the first two go a rounds. Today was not a particularly productive day. Her mind had a hard time staying clear so she could work through her fighting routine successfully. In so doing she missed target after target while blind folded and even before. She continued to fail at executing the proper form which frustrated her. She knew also that when frustration entered, you tend to fail at all things. The more that she tried to remove the frustration the more frustrated she got. She knew exactly what it was that doing this to her, that Scavenger Hunt. Seeing that she could not get in the work out that she wanted, she figured that she needed to vent some of that frustration on something. So, she left the gymnasium and headed for a holosuite to run one of her fighting scenarios. (USS Nimitz - Deck 8 Holosuite 2 - Yeoman Ansia Rozen - 1825) When she usually ran her programs, she started out simple with level one and worked her way up. Today she was frustrated enough that she knew that level one would not suffice. The different levels added extra opponents and terrain. They also varied on the safety scale from not hurting to almost killing you. "Computer, run Ansia workout program level 5." She said as she walked into the suite. [Password is required for this level] "Ansia zebra quebec xray gamma V" she replied [Password accepted] She now faced a holosuite that looked like a maze of twisting turns and straight ways. It also had rooms and traps that she had to maneuver through. As she worked her way through it got progressively harder and more opponents would go against her. At level V, the opponents hit harder, but, they could not kill her. She would come out looking as if she had been in a battle, if she did not focus all her senses. Normally going through this level was basically easy for her, but, she normally had a clear mind when she would enter the program. But, today was different, she had that Scavenger Hunt on her mind and could not get it out. By the time she ended the program she knew she had been in her level V program and would have to visit sickbay to tend to the many little wounds that she acquired. (reply from none, any) (posted by Frank) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Main Engineering - ACEO - Lt. Mendez - 1822) Mendez stood, over looking Main Engineering. He felt he had a quite productive shift. Aside from a power relay failure that his quick thinking had fixed in the knick of time, things had gone smoothly, and Mendez felt that he was slowly getting used to working with the Nimitz' engineering crew. He glanced at the chronometer. His shift was over at 1900. Normally he would run back to his quarters for a quick shower and shave before hitting the local officer's lounge, however, after the disaster of "introducing" himself to that yeoman, he doubted if he should "hit the battlefield" tonight. He gave the chronometer another glance, when the master console alerted him. He looked down and noticed that power relay 16-Alpha-D, the same one repaired this morning, had dropped to 29% functionality and still dropping. He shrugged, the inner coupling must have failed once again. He shrugged and grabbed the engineering kit from its place on the wall and started up the ladder, when he didn't notice a young ensign climbing down. The ensign's boot made contact with Mendez's forehead, which cut it wide open, and knocked Mendez off the ladder and down a meter to the ground of Main Engineering. Mendez swore loudly in the language Spanish and touched his forehead, which was now gushing blood. A few engineering officers ran to his side, but Mendez waived them off has he rose to his feet. "I'll go to Sickbay. Take care of that relay, try the inner coupling," Mendez ordered to the next senior engineering officer has he walked out the double doors to Sickbay. (USS Nimitz - Sickbay - ACEO - Lt. Mendez - 1336) Mendez walked in, holding his wounded head and spotted the last person he wanted to see, Yeoman Rozen from earlier. He rolled his eyes and sighed loudly, so she would get the sign that he was unhappy to see her, then sat down on the nearest medical bed and waited for somebody to tent to him. (reply Rozen, medical staff, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Deck 10 Sickbay - Yeoman Ansia Rozen - 1835) Ansia finished her workout still no further to what to do about the Scavenger Hunt than when she started. The one thing she did manage to do was to earn herself a visit to Sickbay to get fixed up. She was not badly hurt but she did need a few of her scraps and bruises tended to before she had to report for work. "Computer end program." she said as she was walking out the door and the room went to its original pattern. As she walked to sickbay, she thought to herself that maybe she was a bit of a loner. She had actually only met one person besides the Captain and First Officer, Mendez. If the rest of the ship was like this Mendez, she rather be a loner. Do her job the best she could then be by herself until the next shift. As she entered Sickbay, she looked around to see if anyone noticed her, battered and blooded, standing there. Then she heard an intake of breath and as she looked around she noticed that a nurse was looking at her as if she had never seen one that had been in a battle before. "It isn’t as bad as it looks, nurse. But, could someone take care of me?" She said as she just stood there near the door. 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