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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. "Really?" Zzt asked, pleasantly surprised. "You got's live meat? REAL meat? No replicated?" Zzt licked his fangs. "If I may ask Sir, what kinds of foods do you eat?" T'lex asked next. Zzt smiled down at the hir. "Zzt like his food fresh and uncooked," Zzt replied, "Zzt like crickets too. Them nice and crunchy. Zzt ate some while at Academy. Remind Zzt of home. Zzt not mind a fresh mouse either." He patted T'lex on top of the head with one paw. "Zzt like you. You got's right thinking when comes to food. Zzt meet you in 10 Forward at 1800, and if you got's enough crickets to share, Zzt sure love some." (Reply T'lex, Any) (Posted by Wes) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Security Center - ATAC/ASC - Ensign Jono Janeway - 1317) Once everyone was settled Tagon began speaking. "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." Jono nodded, it was a wise procaution. Tagon 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." Jono turned 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." ~Another wise precaution~. "I want you to start doing random security drills, intruder alerts, tactical drills starting tomorrow." "Aye sir", said Tallis with a nod. "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." Shimply turned and nodded to Jono, he nodded back then said "Yes sir", ~This could be interesting, hmmmmmm i wonder how imaginative Mr. Shimply is....~ "I will be planning something special," Tagon said grimly. "If there are no questions then get to work." ~Something special?~ Jono smiled, and then nodded to Tagon, as to say he had none. He looked round to find out if anyone else had any questions and then stood up as everyone began to scramble. He waled over to Shimply, "Hi" He started to talk before Shimply got a chance, "Lets get on with it shall we??" He looked at him. (Reply Shimply) (Posted by Jono) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Security Center - ATAC/ASC - Ensign Jono Janeway - 1320) Jono looked around the room at the same time everybody else decided to shut up, which wasnt ideal, bcause everyone saw him and he got a bit embarrased. Tagon began speaking and everyone turned there attention to him. "I'm sure that you are all aware of our up coming mission by now, 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 changeour 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." Jono nodded, it was a wise precaution. Jon began taking notes, so he wouldnt miss anything. "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." Jono turned to see who Tagon was speaking to, he saw to grown men sigh, at the prosper of having to give this battle thing up. "We have some new crewmembers aboard, including a Ferengi engineer. They need to be watched, but do NOT interfere with their duties." ~Another wise precaution~ Jono thought, as he turned back to Tagon. "I want you to start doing random security drills, intruder alerts, tactical drills starting tomorrow." Tagon said to Tallis, who had just been appointed head security and tactical for Beta, or so Jono heard. "Aye sir", said Tallis with a nod. "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." Shimply turned and nodded to Jono, he nodded back then said "Yes sir", ~This could be interesting, hmmmmmm i wonder how imaginative Mr. Shimply is....~ Jono then started thinking about some senarios, then decided it better to do that after the meeting. "I will be planning something special," Tagon said grimly. "If there are no questions then get to work." ~Something special?~ Jono smiled, and then nodded to Tagon, as to say he had none. He looked round to find out if anyone else had any questions and then stood up as everyone began to scramble. He waled over to Shimply, "Hi" He started to talk before Shimply got a chance, "Nice to meet you, im Jono" He said hoping to find out a bit more about the man, before working with him, to see if things would aggrivate him or not so if they did he wouldnt do them. (Reply Shimply) (Posted by Jono) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - OPs - Ensign Rizoru - 1426) She watched her console, and while doing so she found nothing wrong with anything, she reported it, and continued to make sure things were running smoothly. She even learned to ignore the incoming messages that wasn't from the ship, and she wondered why she had found her way here. She started to think back on her life, and she wondered if it was a good one. She hadn't had much growing up, actually she didn't have anything, and she wondered if that was the way everyone was. She thought about asking, but decided this wasn't the time or place to ask such a question. She hadn't noticed that the time had flown, and that she had been at her post for a complete shift already. She noticed that Lt. Bix was leaving, and she moved to the main console to take control of Ops on her own. She had hoped she was ready for this, and she was very nervous. She hadn't been in control of anything since that day, and she wasn't sure she was ready for this. She gulped, and checked all the systems. She knew this would take awhile, but she decided it was best if she started her shift getting to know her station better. She had served two shifts there already, and the third didn't seem to look too rough for her. She let her mind wander a bit, keeping an eye on her station as she continued to work on getting to know Ops. NRPG: I'm not sure how it works with the correct posts for this, but I'm going ahead anyways. I looked in the guide that was sent over this list, and i found nothing that covered it. Might be the first time this has happened. RPG: *She had been working hard on making sure her crew was working on the new maneuvers, and she wanted them to be right. She knew that everyone was counting on her crew to be the best in the fleet, and they didn't need anything to be messed up. She didn't want anything to happen on her watch, and so far things had been quiet here at the main campus. So far their leader was alive and safe, when all of a sudden she got something over there radio. "SIR, WE HAVE A BIG PROBLEM! SOMEONE IS LOOKING INTO OUR LEADER'S ROOM, AND THEY HAVE A GUN! I'M MOVING IN!" She heard, and yelled back for him not to move a muscle. She ran to his aide to see how she could prevent anything bad from happening, and then she heard it. A shot was fired before she could round the corner, and when she got there she saw someone go down. A male was looking into the leader's room, and then she knew what had happened. Her man was down, and this guy needed to be taken out still. She drew her gun, and without needing to take aim first, she shot the guy. She then rushed to her down man, and found there was nothing she could do, he was dead.* Suddenly she heard a beap from the console infront of her drawing her back to the present. She sighed and looked to see what it could be, and she remembered what she was doing. (Reply all/none) (Posted by Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Deck 10, Sickbay - CMO- Dr. BigWill Kinkaid- 1509) BigWill listened to the woes of his assistant and took out his medical tricorder. Running the hand probe across Lemar's back he looked at the results and scowled. He then ran the scan again, recieving the same result as before. "Hmmmm..." was all he said. Then he began to probe the area with his fingers, digging into the flesh a little and causing Jonas to give a little yelp. "So what do I need doc, just a quick dose with the hypo?" asked Jonas. "Lay down Jonas," BigWill ordered. Lemar looked at him for moment as if he were going to argue, but the look on his superiors face brought it to a halt. Kinkaid pointed to the table and Lemar shrugged his shoulders and lay down. "Now you're certain that you haven't had anything before today?" Kinkaid asked. "No tiredness, slight twinges, headaches, etc." The problem was, unless Jonas was completely honest with him, this could be worse than he was thinking. The problem was, the axiom that doctors made the worst patients was usually true. The problem was, that he liked his ACMO, and considered him a friend, and he did not want this to be what he thought it was. He prayed a slient prayer as Lemar answered his question. (reply Lemar) (posted by Al Muir) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Deck 10, Sickbay - ACMO Dr. Jonas Lemar - 15:10) Jonas lay down as instructed, deciding against arguing with his colleague. After all, he probably knew best. "Now you're certain that you haven't had anything before today?" Kinkaid asked. "No tiredness, slight twinges, headaches, etc." Jonas thought for a moment. He didn't recall any muscle twinges recently, and not really anything of a headache to complain about. "No Doc, not that I can recall. Why, what are you thinking?" he asked, unsure of where the CMO's mind was going. (reply: Kinkaid, any in sickbay) (posted by Dave) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Deck 10, Sickbay - CMO- Dr. BigWill Kinkaid- 1511) Kinkaid hummed and hawed over the readings he was getting. In typical manner he didn't want to sugar coat anything but he also didn't want to speak to soon. He sighed and then steped away from the holographic display. ""Thinking? I'm thinking that I need a a magic fairy wand to fix all the problems around here," he said with a smile. "No loss of strength at all?" He asked. Then he came round and held up his hands. "Squeeze my hands," he directed. He noted a slight decrease in his right hand. He could see the look of concern in his ACMO's eyes. "It's probably nothing," BigWill said reassuringly, "but I want to run a couple of tests. At best, perhaps it's some viral thingy that I hadn't caught before." He didn't mmediately come back with the worst case scenario, but he was sure that Lemar was going to ask. (reply Lemar) "At worst," he paused, "I'm detecting slight levels of increased proteases that might be eating away muscle matter. It would be a form of SMA- spinal muscular atrophy- that I've never seen before." (reply Lemar) (posted by Al Muir) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Deck 10, Sickbay - ACMO Dr. Jonas Lemar - 15:13) "It's probably nothing," BigWill said reassuringly, "but I want to run a couple of tests. At best, perhaps it's some viral thingy that I hadn't caught before." ~A Virus, well I suppose its possible I picked something up on Geneva~ he thought, but then remembered he transported aboard the ship. The pattern buffer would surely have detected any illness or virus ... wouldn't it? He was quite perplexed at couldn't help but wonder what else that BigWill was considering. He didn't have to wait long to find out. "At worst," he paused, "I'm detecting slight levels of increased proteases that might be eating away muscle matter. It would be a form of SMA- spinal muscular atrophy- that I've never seen before." Jonas's eyes widened. Then after a moment to take in what he was hearing he smiled at Kinkaid, "Alright, very funny doc. Just give me the hypo and send me on my way." He shook his head, "There's no way I have SMA ... that's just silly" Jonas moved to stand but was blocked by his friend. His face didn't seem amused and Jonas slumped back to the biobed, "Come on ..." he said, almost pleadingly. His feelings sank as he allowed the prospect of being seriously ill dawn on him. (reply: Kinkaid, any in sickbay) (posted by Dave) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Deck 10, Sickbay - CMO- Dr. BigWill Kinkaid- 1515) BigWill put his hand on Lemar's shoulder to hold him in place. Denial. Why is always the first step? The ACMO saw the serious look on the big man's face and stopped struggling to get up. He was almost dejected when he pleaded, "Come on..." "I wish it were a joke," BigWill said, "a terrible joke, but I want you to understand the seriousness of what we might be looking at. Nothing is certain, I still have tests to run. Meanwhile, it shouldn't, nor would I want it to, affect your work. But I do want to know, immediately, if the fatigue, and especially the loss of strength, gets any worse." (reply Lemar) (posted by Al Muir) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Deck 10, Sickbay - ACMO Dr. Jonas Lemar - 15:16) "I wish it were a joke," BigWill said, "a terrible joke, but I want you to understand the seriousness of what we might be looking at. Nothing is certain, I still have tests to run. Meanwhile, it shouldn't, nor would I want it to, affect your work. But I do want to know, immediately, if the fatigue, and especially the loss of strength, gets any worse." Jonas sighed and pushed himself off the biobed. There was little he could say or do to effect his circumstance. ~Well quit being down in the dumps about it~ he told himself. He turned back to Kinkaid and forced a smile onto his face. "Well, if you insist big fella," he patted the doctor on the shoulder as he moved past to go and sit in the office, "Back to work then, no point crying about it" and with that he moved into the office. He paused by the chair, looking down at the floor. He sighed again and slumped into the chair. ~Might not be anything at all, nothing to worry about~ he thought, ~Nothing to worry about at all - cheer up~ Now if only he could take his own advice. (reply: none) (posted by Dave) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Personal Quarters- CO - Captain Devan Sash and Dartena Bixx - 1728) Sash was a little nervous. Although he had Bixx had been seeing each other for some time now, this was something a little more special. It was true that this relationship started up, more as an accident of unintentional circumstances, he had become quite fond of the woman. Quite fond indeed. Fond enough to share some of the more intimate details of his life with her. He had been pacing outside her door for a few minutes, feeling a bit uneasy. it had been a long time since he'd felt this way. As CO it's difficult to have a meaningful relationship, and not worry about his position. But they'd been very careful to keep things, mostly, private. Sash was well aware that there were rumors flying about the two of them, but they were, for the most part, only rumors. He knew that Dartena couldn't live with that for much longer, and he wouldn't blame her. With a final cleansing breath, he straightened himself up, picked up the sizable picnic basket and stepped up to Bixx's door. His hand wavered for just a moment before he laughed at himself for acting like a teenager, then pressed the door chime. Dartena smiled to herself as the doorchime sounded and went to open it personally. She wore a black two piece suit under a billowy satin beachrobe. She longed to feel the sand on her feet and hear the ocean, even if it was just simulated. Her smile broadened as she saw Devan standing there. She kept hoping they'd do something more intimate soon. Their dates had been enjoyable, but this was something... special. It was personal, and secluded AND she was a species decended directly from sea mammals making the venue a pleasant choice for her as well. "Well! You're prompt!" she said with a large smile, taking his hand and kissing him. "Just call me Captain Prompt," he said returning the kiss. He looked her up and down and smiled. "I see you've been to the beach before. It's a relatively new experience for me, as there wasn't much of a chance for me until I went to the academy." Dartena smiled and looked at him. He obviously hadn't done too much research about Bolarus IX. "Well, you see MY captain, Bolarus is mostly water. My people were descended from... well... the equivalent of dolphins." "Really?" he asked, avoiding the obvious comment about dolphins being the most intelligent life form on earth. "I knew there was something I liked about you. Shall we go?" Dartena flushed bright blue and nodded, following after Devan and then walking alongside him. "So, which beach have you chosen for us Devan? Which planet I mean?" He smiled as he replied, "There's a little place on Cestus 3, where you can see both of the moons. I think you might find it nice." The door to Dartena's quarters closed. (USS Nimitz - Holodeck 1 - Captain Devan Sash and Dartena Bixx - 1745) Sash stood in front of the control padd and began to type in his access codes. Looking over his shoulder he smiled at Dartena. "I pulled a few strings, called in a few favors, and got this place booked up for the evening. I hope you like what I did to the place. Computer run Sash program Beach 1." The computer beeped in acknowledgement and the door opened to allow them entry. Dartena walked in and immediately felt the sand beneath her feet. She shuddered with pleasure. The sand was white and soft, just like home. She could hear the waves splashing upon the shore and even smell the salt air. Suddenly, she felt both a high level of comfort and a yearning for her home planet. The most stunning things were the twin moons, hanging in the sky, shining brightly as polished silver. "Its beautiful Devan... who programmed it? Did you?" He winked, "I've been known to do a bit of programming in my day. This is but an example of what I'm capable when properly motivated." He leaned over and kissed her cheek. Dartena giggled and smiled at him. She kissed him back and took his hand in hers. "When did you visit this planet? Can we go there sometime for real?" Sash looked off to the moons and got a distant look for a moment, then he was back. "It was a long time ago. But it left a lasting impression. When we get back from this mission then perhaps we'll go there. I think we could all use a break afterwards." Then he tugged on her hand and pulled her down the beach. The water rolled in and out with regularity, and their feet splashed in the water when it was in, washing away their footprints. Finally they came upon a small area that was covered with blankets. Sash led Dartena to the blankets and put the basket down in the middle. "The best part of this is I never programmed in the ants." Dartena looked quizzically at Devan, "Aunts? But my aunts are very nice. I miss them a great deal. My uncles too. You were thinking of putting family members in?" Sash almost choked on the reply. "No, my dear, ants are small, annoying insects that tend to invade Earth picnics." "Ah! I see... well, if they're annoying we shouldn't have them here. We have enough annoyances while we're on duty, we don't need them here," she replied with a smile as she sat down on the blanket and extended her long blue legs. Sash couldn't help but appreciate the sight before him. He sat down beside her and they both looked up at the sky for a few minutes. Then he moved to the basket. "Hungry?" Dartena nodded and looked expectantly at the basket. "I can't wait to see what you have for us." "Ah well," he said rubbing his hands together," cooking is one of the few pleasures I indulge in. However, I learned most of my favorites on Earth, so you may have to put up with some unusual foods at times. This is a little something called fried chicken, which I believe, by research, to be very popular on Earth picnics." Sash pulled out a plate of fried chicken, and the smell wafted through the area. He then pulled out a bowl of something white and chunky. "Now this is called potato salad. It's my first attempt, but there are a few "secret ingredients" so if you don't like it, I'll understand. And then for desert," he reached into the basket again and pulled out a pie, "apple pie. Now these apples are from my own trees in my arboretum." Dartena was impressed. She had never had anyone but family cook something 'for real' for her before. The food did smell good, she was surprised by Devan's love to Earth food though. "Wow, very impressive! You're going to spoil me!" Sash reached over and stroked Dartena's cheek. "Could you live with that?" Dartena looked at him and smiled. "Oh, I think I could figure out how to." With that, she put her arms around him and drew him close to her, kissing him passionately. Sash closed his eyes and let himself go into the kiss. He lowered Dartena to her back and rolled on top of her. Suddenly he felt his hand go into something slimey. He pulled away and noticed that he had dipped it into the potato salad. He licked the food off his finger, and looked approvingly. "Not bad at all." Dartena grabbed his hand and licked his finger as well. "You're right, its pretty good!" she laughed. Sash got an evil look on his face then rubbed some of the potato salad on Bixx's cheek. "And it looks very good on you." "You do NOT want to go down that road Mister," said Dartena laughingly. Sash laughed, "I do have a hidden adventurous spirit. However..." he reached over and licked the potato salad off her cheek. "Tastes even better there." Dartena laughed aloud too and took hold of Devan, kissing him passionately, the waves splashing melodically upon the shore. The food went cold, but neither of them seemed to mind. (reply none) (posted by Al Muir and Jeff Bergeron) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Deck 10, Sickbay - ACMO Dr. Jonas Lemar - 18:35) Despite officially finishing his shift an hour ago, Jonas was still in the CMO's office, going over the records of the crew members that had joined the ship while they were docked at Geneva. BigWill and Jonas were often on shift most of the day, the evening shift being covered by the senior nursing staff, taking it turns to be on call should an emergency require it. As tonight it was his turn, he had decided to put a little extra time in the office before retiring to his quarters. Jonas leaned back, rubbing his eyes a little as he felt them begin to ache due to staring at the screen for so long. As he did so, he heard some commotion in the next room. ~Ah, something to break up the reading~ he thought as he pushed away from the desk, standing from the chair and making his way out of the office. "It isn't as bad as it looks, nurse. But, could someone take care of me?" came a feminine voice. As Jonas stepped out into the main bay he noticed one of the nurses approaching the female crewman to assist her. As he looked her up and down he thought ~Not as bad as it looks? Damn, that's a good job!~ Jonas then recognised the woman. He had seen her present at the briefing earlier that day, and he had also been reading about her moments ago - a rather extensive medical file. "I do hope you haven't been taking on those Klingons and Nausicans again Yeoman," he said, approaching a biobed and looking over at Rozen with a smile, indicating for the nurse to lead her toward him. (reply: Rozen) Just at that moment the doors open again and in stumbled another crewman. Again, Jonas recognised him as yet another new member of the crew. This time he recognised him as Francisco Mendez, one of the new engineers. Jonas smiled quickly, ushering the nurse to move to tend to him while he assisted the Yeoman. Jonas unholstered his tricorder and opened it up. "So, is it hurting anywhere in particular?" (reply: Rozen) The nurse approached the bio-bed where Mendez was seated. She smiled, flicking her hair behind her ear, "The doctor will be with you shortly" (reply: Mendez) As she looked up at his head her faced winced, "That looks nasty, let me give you something for the bleeding," and with that she picked up a small device from a tray beside the bed. (reply: Rozen, Mendez, any in sickbay) (posted by Dave) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Sickbay - Yeoman Ansia Rozen - 1838) As the nurse motioned for Ansia to take the bio bed near her, she heard someone speaking to her as if he knew her. At his voice she stopped to look over and saw someone that she had seen in the meeting earlier that morning. She just stood there listening to what the doctor said. "I do hope you haven't been taking on those Klingons and Nausicans again Yeoman," he said, approaching a biobed and looking her over with a smile. He , indicating for the nurse to lead her toward him. The nurse motioned for Ansia to move over to the bio bed that the Doctor was standing by. She guessed that he would be the one to tend to her. "Sir, I have an exercise program that would give them a hard time. I just could not keep my mind on what I was doing and that is why I am here now. I guess you will have to report me to the captain, I guess." As she finished talking the sickbay doors opened and she noticed the last man she wanted to see stumble in. He looked like he had met the wrong end of a wrench, but, she did not care as she just threw up her nose at him and turned to the doctor. She watched the doctor ursher the nurse that was helping her over to Mendez while he turned back to her. "So, is it hurting anywhere in particular?" "It really doesn't hurt sir. It just looks bad" She said wanting to get out of sickbay quickly before she had to listen to the creep that reacted to her badly earlier. "Sir, could you just clean me up, stop the bleeding and the bruising so I can leave?" She kept looking over at Mendez out of the corner of her eye, trying not to be noticed that she was. Then she had a thought, "Sir, if you met a woman in Ten Forward and sat down without being asked. Then after asking the woman to walk with you and she said she would like to but she had an appointment with the counseling department. Would you think she was just trying to get rid of you or something like that?" She asked the Doctor. She said it just loud enough for Mendez to hear her. (Reply Lemar, Mendez, IYW)) (posted by Frank) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Sickbay - ACEO - Lt. Mendez - 1838) Mendez smiled at the pretty nurse who came over to him. "That looks nasty, let me give you something for the bleeding," she offered. "Oh, why thank you. I sure am glad I was injured today," he said, smiling at her. (reply nurse, iyw) Then, he overheard Rozen saying, "Sir, if you met a woman in Ten Forward and sat down without being asked. Then after asking the woman to walk with you and she said she would like to but she had an appointment with the counseling department. Would you think she was just trying to get rid of you or something like that?" Mendez turned and said, "Listen lady, I know a good excuse when I hear one, and I know you were trying to give me the brush off! Don't make up stories about the counselor and such!" Mendez said. (reply Rozen, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Sickbay - Yeoman Ansia Rozen - 1843) "Listen lady, I know a good excuse when I hear one, and I know you were trying to give me the brush off! Don't make up stories about the counselor and such!" Mendez said. Ansia had been waiting for the Doctor to give her an answer, but, Mendez piped in first. Her face turned a bright beet red. She had a hard time not getting off the bio bed and acting like her evaluations had complained about. The thing that stopped her was that he was an officer and it could get her into a lot of trouble. He was just not worth getting into that much trouble over. "Sir, I had always heard that officers were gentlemen by virtue of the commission they have been given. But, most officers I have met didn't need their commission to prove they were, but, in your case even your commission would not prove it." She replied to him. "I wonder how you every made it through the academy being challenged the way you are. Any normal person, no matter what species would not have made themselves look so silly without checking the facts. Now, if you don't mind, sir, please keep yourself out of conversations that have not been directed at you. Furthermore, I am Yeoman Rozen to you sir." She finished then turned her back to him. "Now Doctor let us return to before we were so rudely interrupted." Ansia said ignoring Mendez. (reply from Mendez(iyw), Lemar, any) (posted by Frank) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Deck 10, Sickbay - ACMO Dr. Jonas Lemar - 18:44) Jonas smiled at the Yeomans question. He could easily sense how uncomfortable she had become after Mendez had arrived and only assumed that her question was in some way a dig at the engineer. This was confirmed almost instantly as Mendez took the bait, "Listen lady, I know a good excuse when I hear one, and I know you were trying to give me the brush off! Don't make up stories about the counsellor and such!" Jonas noted the frustration in the Yeomans face, but also noticed her restraint as she seemed to smile at him and respond calmly to Mendez, "Sir, I had always heard that officers were gentlemen by virtue of the commission they have been given. But, most officers I have met didn't need their commission to prove they were, but, in your case even your commission would not prove it." Jonas held back a smirk and opened his mouth to protest at the verbal bashing she was giving the engineer, but before he could get a word out, she continued, "I wonder how you every made it through the academy being challenged the way you are. Any normal person, no matter what species would not have made themselves look so silly without checking the facts. Now, if you don't mind, sir, please keep yourself out of conversations that have not been directed at you. Furthermore, I am Yeoman Rozen to you sir." Rozen then turned back to Jonas and said, "Now Doctor let us return to before we were so rudely interrupted." Jonas raised an eyebrow to the Yeoman, "Yes, lets get back to business" He eyed the nurse who was looking at him helplessly, unsure of how to handle Mendez. He smiled and shook his head as if to indicate 'Don't worry about it'. He then moved to pick up the dermal regenerator and begun work on Rozen's wounds. (reply: Mendez IYW, any in sickbay) (posted by Dave) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Sickbay - ACEO - Lt. Mendez - 1846) Mendez listened to the Yeoman. "Sir, I had always heard that officers were gentlemen by virtue of the commission they have been given. But, most officers I have met didn't need their commission to prove they were, but, in your case even your commission would not prove it. I wonder how you every made it through the academy being challenged the way you are. Any normal person, no matter what species would not have made themselves look so silly without checking the facts. Now, if you don't mind, sir, please keep yourself out of conversations that have not been directed at you. Furthermore, I am Yeoman Rozen to you sir," She turned back to the doctor, "Now Doctor let us return to before we were so rudely interrupted." Mendez shook his head. "Listen doctor, I really need to get down to Engineering. I am the senior engineer on duty, and it is imperative I am down there in case of emergencies! My job is a hell of lot more important than the captain's maid!" (reply Lemar, Rozen, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Sickbay - Yeoman Ansia Rozen - 1849) "Listen doctor, I really don't care about your opinion of my personality, or why you took the side of the captain's maid in this little debacle, but I really need to get down to Engineering. I am the senior engineer on duty, and it is imperative I am down there in case of emergencies!" ~The Captain's Maid~ Ansia ran through her head as her blood pressure rose to fever pitch. In two seconds she was off her bed and in the face of Mendez looking at him eye to eye. If it had been any other place, the Lieutenant would be look up at her from his back. But, she was trying not to get into the same habit as before; no matter how hard Mendez was trying to push her. "Lieutenant Mendez, with all due respect for your rank, if you call me by any other thing than my rank and name, I will bring charges against you. I will not let your childish behavior jeopardize my standing on this ship, do you hear me, Sir!" She replied to him through clinched teeth. Turning around to the doctor, "Sir, with respect to Lieutenant Mendez's position, would you please take care of him first. As it is, I am off the rest of the night and I think it better for the both of us if he was allowed to return to his duties as quick as he can. Heaven knows, nobody else in engineering can handle that job." She then went back to her bed and sat down. (reply from Mendez(iyw), Lemar, any) (posted by Frank) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Deck 10, Sickbay - ACMO Dr. Jonas Lemar - 18:50) "Listen doctor, I really need to get down to Engineering. I am the senior engineer on duty, and it is imperative I am down there in case of emergencies! My job is a hell of lot more important than the captain's maid!" Jonas couldn't keep the look of shock from his face. "Now hang on a minute..." Jonas started to protest before being cut off by the Yeoman's response. "Lieutenant Mendez, with all due respect for your rank, if you call me by any other thing than my rank and name, I will bring charges against you. I will not let your childish behaviour jeopardize my standing on this ship, do you hear me, Sir!" Jonas turned back toward the Yeoman, "I really don't think there's any..." he began, but again was cut off in mid-sentence. "Sir, with respect to Lieutenant Mendez's position, would you please take care of him first. As it is, I am off the rest of the night and I think it better for the both of us if he was allowed to return to his duties as quick as he can. Heaven knows, nobody else in engineering can handle that job." Rozen then went back to her bed and sat down. Jonas rolled his eyes and swung to face the engineer. He then looked at the nurse, handing her the dermal regenerator, "Nurse, if you'll please". She took the piece of equipment and hurried toward Yeoman Rozen. "Perhaps we can finish the remainder of the treatment without bickering in my sickbay" Jonas said, a little put out by the behaviour of the two crewmen. It was obvious that they didn't like each other so it was simple - they should just not speak to each other. Jonas moved toward a trolly beside the biobed on which Mendez was pirched. He picked up a medicated wipe and applied it to the cut on the engineers head. After wiping away the blood he placed it back on the trolly, picking up a tricorder so he could examine the injury more closely. After a moment or two of studying the tricorder readout he looked up at Mendez, "Just a superficial wound ... there isn't any dizziness, any nausea?" he asked with a smile. According to the readings then there should be little or no side effects like those he mentioned, but it was always safe to double check. (reply: Mendez) Jonas nodded and picked up the dermal regenerator to finish off the treatment. It didn't take long before the wound was no longer visible, "There we are, all fixed up and ready for duty again Lieutenant." At that moment the nurse stepped back from Rozen too, finishing her treatment also. "Ah, that's the both of you then...well, come again soon" Jonas turned and began to walk back to the office, "Although in future, might I suggest you come at different times?" (reply: Rozen IYW, Mendez IYW, any in sickbay) (posted by Dave) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Sickbay - ACEO - Lt. Mendez - 1851) Finally, the doctor turned to Mendez, "Just a superficial wound. There isn't any dizziness, any nausea?" "No, thank you, doctor," Mendez said. Dr. Lemar took out a dermal regenerator and healed his head injury. "There we are, all fixed up and ready for duty again Lieutenant." "Ah, that's the both of you then...well, come again soon. Although in future, might I suggest you come at different times?" Mendez offered a sarcastic cough, then nodded to the doctor and smiled at the nurse. Then he stopped to threaten Rozen by offering to tell the captain when he shook his head at her and walked off the door, to finish his nine or so minutes in engineering before he had off. (reply none, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Deck 10, Sickbay - Yeoman Ansia Rozen - 18:55) Ansia could tell that Doctor Lemar had about enough of the verbal fighting that she and Mendez was having. She saw him roll his eyes after she requested that he take care of Mendez first. Mendez was after all still on duty and she wasn't, so, it would only be logical for them to take care of him before her. She determined that no matter what Lieutenant Mendez said next, she was not going to react to. She watched Doctor Lemar hand some medical gadget over to the nurse saying, "Nurse, if you'll please", which she took and hurried over to her. "Perhaps we can finish the remainder of the treatment without bickering in my sickbay" Doctor Lemar said as he went to work on Mendez. Ansia knew that for them to have done that in his sickbay was probably not a very good thing. She was probably going to be put on report for talking to an Officer the way she did, but, at least it was not fighting. Ansia looked up at the nurse taking care of her, "I applogize for the bickering" in a low voice that she hoped only the nurse heard. She kept still and quiet until the nurse indicated that she was done. She also heard that Doctor Lemar was done with Lieutenant Mendez, which, made her sit a bit longer giving the Lieutenant the time to leave before her. But, before Mendez could leave, Doctor Lemar had some words of wisdom for them both. "Ah, that's the both of you then...well, come again soon" Jonas turned and began to walk back to the office, "Although in future, might I suggest you come at different times?" What Doctor Lemar said made her feel even worse about what had happened, but, was she suppose to let someone like Mendez say things like that to her? She thought that maybe the counselor could help her try and not be so defensive in the future. But, first things first, she saw that the doctor was heading for his office, so, she followed him. "Excuse me Doctor?" She said as he got near his office. When he turned around she could not look him in the eyes, but, she continued. "Sir, I am deeply sorry about what happened just now. I don't dislike Lieutenant Mendez, but, ah nothing sir. Just wanted to say I am sorry and I will report to the captain for my insubordination to Lieutenant Mendez." She finished and started to leave. (reply from Lemar, any) (posted by Frank) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Deck 10, Sickbay - ACMO Dr. Jonas Lemar - 18:56) Jonas smiled as he stopped and turned back toward the Yeoman. He waved a hand in her direction, "Oh don't worry about it Ms. Rozen." He shook his head and turned back again walking right up to the desk, "I won't be filing any sort of report to the Captain. I know what it's like to have disagreements with your colleagues" Jonas sat himself down and pulled the chair forward and looked up at Rozen, clasping his hands, "My advice...just ignore him. Its not the best idea to bait him like that" (reply: Rozen) (posted by Dave) --------------------------------------------------------------------- 2407.02.05 (USS Nimitz - Deck 8 Quarters - Yeoman Ansia Rozen - 0305) Ansia, as she went to bed, had told the computer to wake her if the captain headed for the bridge at any time. She knew that she should be there at any time he was, so, that she would be accessible to him. She just did not know that it would be so early in the morning. [Captain has left his quarters heading for the bridge] She woke with a start as the computer kept playing the same message over and over again. She did not know how many times the computer repeated that message as she sat up. [Captain has left his ..] "Computer cancel message" She yelled which cut it short. [canceled] "Computer how long has he been on the bridge?" She asked wondering how late she was going to be. [The captain left his quarters at 0300] ~Great! Five minutes ago and it will take me at least ten to get there~ She thought to herself as she frantically got up to take a quick shower and get dressed. -One Year Earlier, the Battle of System 663- --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Augustus - Strategic Operations - StratOps - Lieutenant Edward Wolfe - 0837) Another panel exploded in a shower of sparks. They'd been under heavy fire for the last hour, as had the rest of the fleet. his fleet. Wolfe watched out of the corner of his eye as one of the crewman ran over to the system with a fire extinguisher and the disabled system quickly transferred to a backup system. "Monitor, move on your X axis 121 degrees, fire full spread behind you. Coordinate with the Zanzibar. I need that Prometheus out of the game before it separates. Deb? Can you hear me? Move now!" yelled Edward and then watched in disbelief as two ships flew through the exploding remains of the USS Monitor. Edward felt a sickness in the pit of his stomach. 327 people were onboard the Monitor including Deb Thompson who was more than a friend to him. "Zanzibar, pick up with the Ivan, get rid of that Prometheus class vessel!" =^=Aye Sir, we're on it.=^= The Augustus shook and Edward almost fell out of his seat. He knew that the Augustus had been made, that strategic decisions were coming from her. "Fleet, we need pattern 2D-7 now. We've been identified," called out Edward. Seven of the fleet's 11 remaining ships soon chimed in and began to move into formation to protect the Augustus. The remaining four ships veered off and then doubled back, strafing Doentiz's fleet along the way. =^=We just lost the Zanzibar and the Shran. The Gral is in rough shape.=^= ~9 Ships. not good.~ "Ensign, report on the status of Doenitz's fleet," he called across the deck. "16 ships sir, we've taken out 11 of theirs so far," called out the young woman. "At least you can still do arithmetic Ensign!" yelled back Wolfe with a grin. Suddenly, Edward felt better about the situation from a strategic point of view. The numbers were closer now, Doenitz had lost more. Then, all hell broke loose. The old Ambassador Class vessel shook and pitched again and there were several more blowouts on the deck. The StratOps Centre went dark and was soon illuminated in red. "Is everyone okay? Get those fires under control!" Wolfe called out. There was no answer. Wolfe looked up and saw a number of his people lying in bloody heaps on the deck. One man was shifting through the rubble, Edward was about to order him back to duty when he saw what the man was looking for as he pulled what was left of his right arm out of the pile. -Present, USS Nimitz- (USS Nimitz - Personal Quarters- FO - Lieutenant Commander Edward Wolfe - 0322) Edward startled out of deep sleep, bathed in sweat. Too often, he'd lived the battle again. System 663 just wouldn't go away. They'd won that one, but barely and at what cost? 1524 dead, over 1000 injured and that was just on his side of the equation. Edward shook his head and ran his finger along the scar that covered his right side. He silently rose from his bed and lit a small white candle and sat it on the table in his quarters, staring at the flickering flame. In a combination of prayer and meditation. Finally, Edward stood up and cleaned up. After a sonic shower, he donned his uniform and walked out the door. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - Yeoman Ansia Rozen - 0320) "Sorry, Captain. I did not know you would be on the bridge this early or I would have met you her sir." She said as she bounded out of the turbolift still pinning her hair back. She continued up to him as she finished she stood up straight then looking at him. "Sir, your orders." (reply Sash, any) (posted by Frank) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - FO - Captain Devan Sash- 0322) It had been a long and restless night. Since his time together with Darteena, he found himself unable to sleep. By the time 0300 hours had hit, he had given up on any chance of sleeping a decided to make better use of his time. He got dressed and headed to the bridge. He nodded at the Gamma shift bridge crew, as they stopped to take notice of his presence. Once they realized that there had been no mistake in time, they got back to work, and Sash relieved lt. Hromava of his command chair. He noted the reluctance of Sergiy to relenquich the seat and smiled apologetically. Once he sat down, he began to look over the tactical data again. A lot depended on a lotof things coming together in just the right way, in time. It was not the most comfortable situation for him. Sash was used to havng his plans a little better laid out for an assault. But he'd seen this crew do miracles with no time at all. Relying on miracles had become an occupational hazard. Sash was startled when he looked up to see Yeoman Rozen hovering over him. She seemed to be breathing a little heavy, and still seemed a bit sleepy eyed, as she pinned her hair back. He wondered just what she was doing there. "Sorry, Captain. I did not know you would be on the bridge this early or I would have met you her sir. Sir, your orders." It took him a second for his mind to register that she was talking to him. "Yeoman, I had not planned to wake anyone else up over my sleeplessness," he said. "My first order would be, go back to bed. Nothing needs to be done at 0320 hours that can't wait for your shift to start." (reply Rozen) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - Yeoman Ansia Rozen - 0325) She saw that the captain was startled a bit as he looked up at her standing there in front of him. It seemed that it was taking him time to register that she had addressed him and she wondered if he should not be back in bed. But, she did not speak her mind at that moment. "Yeoman, I had not planned to wake anyone else up over my sleeplessness," he said. "My first order would be, go back to bed. Nothing needs to be done at 0320 hours that can't wait for your shift to start." "Sorry sir, I had the computer wake me the moment that you headed for the bridge. I did not want to be out of place if you needed me." She explained how and why she got to the bridge. "I will indeed head back to bed, if there be nothing at this moment you need. I will be back at the normal hour. Sir." (Reply Sash iyw, any) Ansia nodded and turned to head for the turbolift and back to bed. (reply by Sash, any) (posted by Frank) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - OPS - Ensign Rizoru - 0326) Riz didn't expect to see anyone in command for several more hours. She wondered what was up, but decided not to ask any questions. She remembered the last time she asked a question to somone of higher rank, and it hadn't been a pretty lesson she had learned. She had several of the systems checked now, and things looked pretty quiet for the night. She continued to watch her console wondering what third shift people do, and she realized how tired she really was. She was about to report a console overload, and then she noticed that something wasn't right. She rubbed her eyes and blinked only to find the overload notice gone. She sighed and was glad it was only a figment of her imagination. She realized she didn't know what to do in the case of an overload, and she wondered what else she didn't know about ops. She decided to explore the station a little more, and read up on what she needed to know. She also thought of asking Lt. Bix to teach her a more about her new post. She figured too much information was never a bad thing, and she remembered that was one of the things she had to memorize. ~Enough information is good, more than enough information is better, and too much information is terrific.~ It was just then that she realized she hadn't let go of her past. She still clung to being alone and having no one there to count on. She wasn't sure she could let this go, and she wondered if she should talk to the counsellor again bringing this information up. She didn't let herself slip back into her past, because she didn't want to remember just then. She knew that remembering while on duty could be hazzardous. She went into the computer data banks, and looked up what to do in case of a console overload. She didn't want to look unprepared. (Reply all, none) (Posted by liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - FO - Lieutenant Commander Edward Wolfe - 0347) Edward walked on the darkened and quiet bridge. Stars shot past on the viewscreen. He made his way to the command chair, only to see Captain Sash sitting there. Umm... Sir, you're a bit early for your duty shift," stated Edward, knowing that he was as well. (Reply Sash) (Posted by Jeff) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - FO - Captain Devan Sash- 0352) The next person to enter the bridge was Wolfe. He looked as surprised to see Sash as the CO was to see his FO. "Umm... Sir, you're a bit early for your duty shift," stated Edward. Sash chuckled. "Doesn't anyone on this ship sleep when they're supposed to?" he asked. (reply Wolfe) "What gets you up at this ungodly hour Lt. Commander?" (reply Wolfe) (posted by Al Muir) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - FO - Lieutenant Commander Edward Wolfe - 0353) Edward looked at the captain as he joked about him not sleeping when he was supposed to. Edward looked at him for a second and then crinkled his brow, evidently someone else was up that he wasn't expecting. Edward mentally shrugged. It didn't really matter at this point, and Sash would tell him if there was a reason to. Despite the fact that he'd only been on this vessel for a short time, there was something... trustworthy... about this Captain. He felt as 'at home' with him as he did with Captain Allen. "Whenever something is turning around in my mind, I tend to check out the bridge. I find looking into the expanse of space somewhat... peaceful... when there isn't much peace," replied Edward thoughtfully. He was speaking of both the conflict with Starfleet as well as his present mental state. "What gets you up at this ungodly hour Lt. Commander?" asked Sash. Edward thought he detected a hint of caution in his voice... but he wasn't sure. He doubted that Sash would come out and ask him anything directly, but instead gently probe and prod until he got the information that he wanted. The man was a born diplomat. Edward took the seat to the right of the Captain. "Well, I guess you could say it was the past. Sometimes it has a way of creeping into the present," replied Edward quietly. It was hardly surprising that his mind was working overtime, after all, exactly one year had passed. (Reply Sash) (Posted by Jeff) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - FO - Captain Devan Sash- 0355) "Well, I guess you could say it was the past. Sometimes it has a way of creeping into the present," replied Edward quietly. Sash nodded, "I can understand that. I certainly hoped that I'd seen my last war during the Angossian Emancipation. I lost friends... and family. It was a long time ago, but the memories are still pretty fresh. I can only imagine as your last ... incident, was not so long ago." (reply Wolfe) Sash looked around the bridge and noticed Rizoru playing with her station. He stood up and stretched. He steped over and stood behind the new Ops officer. She seemed to be rerouting power through redundant conduits. Pretty smart way to get in touch with her station. "How are you finding things Ensign Rizoru?" he asked. (reply Rizoru) (posted by Al Muir) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - OPS - Ensign Rizoru - 0357) She hadn't heard him approach, and was startled when he spoke. She looked turned away from her station and found her captain behind her. She stood at attention. "I am finding things alright, I think." She said not sure what he had meant. She knew that there were different languages, and she didn't know his very well. She learned how to speak it in the academy, but she didn't know everything about this language. She wondered what he might want from her, but decided not to ask. She was confused as why someone so important would bother with someone of her stature. She continued to stand at attention waiting for him to say what he wanted. (reply Sash) (posted by Liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - CO - Captain Devan Sash- 0358) When Rizoru snapped to attention it caught Sash by surprise. It wasn't that unusual for new people to resort to miltaristic postures, but Sash had never insisted on them. Whatever made a person feel comfortable. However, Rizoru did not look comfortable at all. In fact, she looked as if she were about to faint. Sash put his hands p a little and said, "Relax Ensign, it was just a friendly question. I was seeing how you were settling in. I've had an opportunity to go over some relevant data on Chamorians, and fond that we both have somethings in common. Thie first f which is that we were both a "created" species, albeit for different reasons. Perhaps we can discuss it sometime, over lunch?" (reply Rizoru) "We have a couple of days before we arrive at our seperation point from the rest of the battle fleet, I'd like to get to know my new junior officers before then. Perhaps we could be on the same team for the scavenger hunt." (reply Rizoru) (posted by Al Muir) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Bridge - CO - Captain Devan Sash- 0400) Riz hadn't remembered the last time she had to snap to for a commanding officer, and she didn't try any harder to find that memory. It was a memory in a life she no longer wanted to be her past. She was lost, and she knew it. She also knew she had to find her own way and identity. She relaxed when he said it was okay, and she wondered what she had done to warrant his attention. "Lunch?" Had she heard him correctly, was he suggesting they have a meal together and talk? She was confused, and wondered what else might happen. (Sash) "I look forward to that then, sir." She said now not as nervous as she was when he first approached her a few moments ago. "Yes, sir, I hope we will have fun then?" She said not sure what to say to this, and still completely clueless as to what a scavenger hunt was. She wasn't sure about getting to know her commanding officer, and she didn't want to think about it for too long. This new place confused her, and she didn't like being confused if even for a moment. (reply Sash) (posted by liz) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Nimitz - Personal quarters - CSO, Lt. Com. Holis Gralen - 0400) Holis paced the floor in his cabin like a man possessed, the problem of temporal mechanics was certainly not his speciality but had been well documented and he had spent the night cramming to fill in the holes in his knowledge. It is amazing how much a person can know about a subject without really being a specialist, knowing some advanced theory while having gaps in their basic knowledge and the basics were what he had been "boning" up on. "Time travel as we know it can be accomplished in a variety of ways yet all have the same fundamental origin," He mused to himself as he paced. "You can perform the classic slingshot manuever, have a device like the Guardian of Forever or create your own device OR the time jump can be caused by some naturally occuring event as has been well documented but they all start at the same place. You MUST have a 'rip' or 'tear' in the space/time continuum to pull it off and the energy needs for that are enormous." He paced for another few minutes until the exercise began to tire him than walked back to his desk and flopped into the chair. "What does that tell us?" He turned the seat to look out the window of his cabin. "It tells us that this machine Doenitz has invested resources in will require an enormous amount of power and that when operational will give off a tell-tale energy signature, most often a negative charge of a variety of particles." He held his left hand before his eyes and began holding up his fingers. "Anti-protons, anti-tachyons, anti-neutrons and so forth and so on because thay are the evidence of the rip necessary in the fabric of the universe to move outside of our own time continuum." Holis turned back to the monitor that still displayed his latest researches. "The fun part is to build in a field that will regulate and contain the 'tear' without allowing it to expand exponentially out of control." This was where knowledge ended and theory took prominence. "If he's got that then he has a stable time travel device." The calculations for that trick were a nightmare and most of them hadn't been invented yet, at least they had'nt been released to the StarFleet database. "And what does this say about the straits Doenitz finds himself in? Is this merely another tool, another weapon in his arsenal or is it the grasping of someone who has found the tide has turned against him?" He stood up and began pacing again. "Something like this is normally never used except in a time of desperation... we can hope his situation is that bad." The Betazoid scientist stopped and looked back at the desk remembering the meeting, it had been embarassing to be so completely snubbed by the two so-called "experts" on temporal theory that he had not been consulted on technical matters or even included in the conversation. One had been liased to engineering for shield modifications while Falthgood had taken lead on the device without his say-so... and Falthgood was SUPPOSEDLY under Holis' command. Holis had never had a really big ego but this smarted. Notes Saleke had left on Falthgood noted that there was much about the man that had been covered up by the SFI so there was no telling what knowledge he actually contained or what he had done but still... To completely ignore Holis? The Betazoid chewed his bottom lip for a second before deciding on a course of action, he was going to bring this up to Sash in the morning protocols be damned. 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