Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz - Sickbay – Nurse Janet Sanders - 0734)

The Nimitz crew has been through a lot in the past few months from the
‘mirror’ invasion of the ship to obtaining a cargo shipment of anti-matter
fuel, which cost the unfortunate lost of a few good crewmembers really put
Janet in a position to do more with little to almost nothing. The medical
section personnel have done more than a stellar performance with repairs to
sickbay and to the medical section as a whole. Janet wished there were more
she could do.

Busy cataloging the supply of sedatives at a nearby console, Janet heard the
doors to sickbay opened and she looked up. An awe struck Ensign walked in
while grazing in every direction of the medical facility as if he was lost
or was suppose to report to the section. Janet stopped what she was doing
and tended to newcomer.

“Excuse me, Ensign, but is there something I can help you with?” Janet said.

"Ummm... Hello. I'm Ensign Casely. I just joined this ship and wanted to
make sure that my records had been transferred. I guess I should also book
in for a physical. I have a meeting at 0900 and would like to be a bit early
for it, but otherwise, when would be good for you?" inquired the Ensign.

Janet smiled as she picked up a PADD from a medical tray. Janet only wished
her bosses, BigWill Kinkaid or Dr. Michaella Kirien, were there in sickbay
to do the medical exams, but she was left in charge to the time being in
sickbay. If there were any issues that required the CMO or ACMO, Janet could
contact them at a moments notice henceforth.

Janet said as she scanned the PADD. “Well, Ensign, according to the data
your medical file has been already inputted into the ship’s medical database
and yes, you are in need of a medical exam. Would right now be okay with
you?”

(Reply Casely)
(Posted by Nathan M. Williams)
Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz - Sickbay – Nurse Janet Sanders - 0735)

The Nimitz crew has been through a lot in the past few months from the
‘mirror’ invasion of the ship to obtaining a cargo shipment of anti-matter
fuel, which cost the unfortunate lost of a few good crewmembers really put
Janet in a position to do more with little to almost nothing. The medical
section personnel have done more than a stellar performance with repairs to
sickbay and to the medical section as a whole. Janet wished there were more
she could do.

Busy cataloging the supply of sedatives at a nearby console, Janet heard the
doors to sickbay opened and she looked up. An awe struck Ensign walked in
while grazing in every direction of the medical facility as if he was lost
or was suppose to report to the section. Janet stopped what she was doing
and tended to newcomer.

“Excuse me, Ensign, but is there something I can help you with?” Janet said.

"Ummm... Hello. I'm Ensign Casely. I just joined this ship and wanted to
make sure that my records had been transferred. I guess I should also book
in for a physical. I have a meeting at 0900 and would like to be a bit early
for it, but otherwise, when would be good for you?" inquired the Ensign.

Janet smiled as she picked up a PADD from a medical tray. Janet only wished
her bosses, BigWill Kinkaid or Dr. Michaella Kirien, were there in sickbay
to do the medical exams, but she was left in charge to the time being in
sickbay. If there were any issues that required the CMO or ACMO, Janet could
contact them at a moments notice henceforth.

Janet said as she scanned the PADD. “Well, Ensign, according to the data
your medical file has been already inputted into the ship’s medical database
and yes, you are in need of a medical exam. Would right now be okay with
you?”

(Reply Casely)
(Posted by Nathan M. Williams)

Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz - Sickbay - Ensign Paul Casely - 0739)
 
The nurse smiled as she picked up a PADD from a medical tray and scanned the PADD. 
 
"Well, Ensign, according to the data your medical file has been already inputted into the ship's medical database and yes, you are in need of a medical exam. Would right now be okay with you?"
"Sure, ummm... Nurse..." replied Paul with a smile. He hadn't caught her name... mostly because she hadn't thrown it.
 
(Reply Sanders)

"No problem, as long as I'm out of here long before 0900. Its my first day and I don't want to be late for the CO's meeting," said Paul with a wink and a grin."What do you want me to do first?"
 
(Reply Sanders)

(Posted by Jeff Bergeron)

Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz - Conference Room- CMO/2O – Lt. BigWill Kinkaid - 0902)

Kinkaid was going over his PADD report for Captain Sash when the doors to
the conference room slid open. Sash entered the room and also following him
was a Klingon in a Starfleet uniform with a traditional Klingon sash showing
his family code as a ’warrior’.

Sash took a deep breath and began the meeting. "As you can see by the empty
chair,
Commander Troi is not with us. She has taken a leave of absence, to deal
with a family matter, back on Betazed."

Kinkaid could see in Sash’s eyes the restless and the anguish of not having
a FO at his side. The feeling of heavy responsible was beginning to affect
Kinkaid as the captain continued. "So we will be without our FO for a
while. However, we do have our new 2O, in Lt Kinkaid, who has had his first
shift as watch commander for Beta shift. Which I understand went well."

Kinkaid nodded and smiled and said, “Surprisingly, but correct, Captain.”

(Reply anyone at the meeting)

(Posted by Nathan M. Williams)


Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz - Conference Room- StratOps - Sogh la' SutaI K'ven - 0905) 

Instead of answering K'ven's question, Captain Sash got up then walked out 
of his office. It was a Klingon action that K'ven understood perfectly. He 
instantly followed the Captain into what he could see was a room that they 
probably held meetings in. He looked around the room to see Onyx sitting 
there, but, he did not acknowledge her at that point, it would mute to do 
so. They do not show their pleasure at seeing a friend in front of so many 
people and them being unknown to them. He just filed it away and continued 
the pursona of a typical Klingon. He saw Gideon sitting there which he did 
curl his lips into a silent scowl at the site of his one time friend/enemy. 
His memory quickly played part of their history together and he looked 
forward to furthering this. He had not had a good Bat'Leth match in a very 
long time. 

K'ven continued to walk to the first available seat and sat down, then 
turned to the Captain as he started to talk. 

"Let's get started," Sash announced 

"As you can see by the empty chair, Commander Troi is not with us. She has 
taken a leave of absence, to deal with a family matter, back on Betazed." 
The Captain then paused, "So we will be without our FO for a while. However, 
we do have our new 2O, in Lt Kincaid, who has had his first shift as watch 
commander for Beta shift. Which I understand went well." Captain Sash took a 
moment to indicate the officer for those that did not know who he was. K'ven 
did not really care as he would meet up with the 2O in due time. 

K'ven listened as the captain introduced the other new personnel that had 
come aboard. Then he came to him, 

"And this," Sash indicated to K'ven, "is our new Strategic Operations 
officer, Lt. Commander K'ven. We have managed to get him in a cultural 
exchange program with the Klingons. You'll see that Mr. Slytherwald is not 
with us. He has been transferred to the Klingon ship for the same purpose." 

K'ven looked around the room with disdain at having to work with so many 
p'tahks. This is what the mighty Nimitz had to work with, he was surprised 
that they were able to get out of space dock alive. He returned his 
attention to the Captain as he had nothing to say to the rest of the crew. 

Sash then said something about promotions. K'ven was curious as to how 
starfleet personnel gained rank. It was the Klingon way to take the rank and 
position from the one above them in battle. If their superior was not 
performing adequately it was the responsibility of the ones under them to 
relieve them of duty. They would them assume the position and gain a 
promotion. It would be, he assumed, that starfleet officers just have to 
perform their duty to be promoted. 

He just sat there listening to what was transpiring with interest and 
disgust mixed together. He decided that he would have to make the best of 
this assignment and bring honor to the empire in the process, whether or not 
these p'tahks like it or not. 

"Well, my friends," On a Klingon ship, the captain would never call their 
crew, friends, as they were there to honor the empire not the captain. Each 
one would probably take his place if they thought they were warrior enough. 
"we have been through a lot the past month. We've seen our ups and downs. 
And we've been branded war criminals to boot." He remembered what he was to 
do and that was to see if they were war criminals or the honorable part of 
Starfleet. He was to help the Chancellor decide whether or not to assist the 
52nd fleet. "I just want to say how proud I am of you all and the way you 
all performed. I'd also like to thank you all for your diligence in the 
repairs that needed to be made. So, in honor of your achievements, and in 
welcoming our new crew members, I'd like to invite you all to mixer at 10 
forward, at 2000 hours." 

K'ven grunted at the thought of a party to get to know the crew and thought 
that he would not attend. This was a weak point for starfleet, the mission 
needed to be planned and then accomplished. As the meeting was breaking up, 
he walked to the captain. "Sir, I require one of your quarters to place my 
things. Could you point me to the crew member that can show me where? Also, 
if you don't mind, I would prefer not to attend this, mill and seill, as you 
call it." 

(reply Sash, any) 
(posted by Frank) 
Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz - Conference Room- StratOps - Sogh la' SutaI K'ven - 0905)

Instead of answering K'ven's question, Captain Sash got up then walked out
of his office. It was a Klingon action that K'ven understood perfectly. He
instantly followed the Captain into what he could see was a room that they
probably held meetings in. He looked around the room to see Onyx sitting
there, but, he did not acknowledge her at that point, it would mute to do
so. They do not show their pleasure at seeing a friend in front of so many
people and them being unknown to them. He just filed it away and continued
the pursona of a typical Klingon. He saw Gideon sitting there which he did
curl his lips into a silent scowl at the site of his one time friend/enemy.
His memory quickly played part of their history together and he looked
forward to furthering this. He had not had a good Bat'Leth match in a very
long time.

K'ven continued to walk to the first available seat and sat down, then
turned to the Captain as he started to talk.

"Let's get started," Sash announced

"As you can see by the empty chair, Commander Troi is not with us. She has
taken a leave of absence, to deal with a family matter, back on Betazed."
The Captain then paused, "So we will be without our FO for a while. However,
we do have our new 2O, in Lt Kincaid, who has had his first shift as watch
commander for Beta shift. Which I understand went well." Captain Sash took a
moment to indicate the officer for those that did not know who he was. K'ven
did not really care as he would meet up with the 2O in due time.

K'ven listened as the captain introduced the other new personnel that had
come aboard. Then he came to him,

"And this," Sash indicated to K'ven, "is our new Strategic Operations
officer, Lt. Commander K'ven. We have managed to get him in a cultural
exchange program with the Klingons. You'll see that Mr. Slytherwald is not
with us. He has been transferred to the Klingon ship for the same purpose."

K'ven looked around the room with disdain at having to work with so many
p'tahks. This is what the mighty Nimitz had to work with, he was surprised
that they were able to get out of space dock alive. He returned his
attention to the Captain as he had nothing to say to the rest of the crew.

Sash then said something about promotions. K'ven was curious as to how
starfleet personnel gained rank. It was the Klingon way to take the rank and
position from the one above them in battle. If their superior was not
performing adequately it was the responsibility of the ones under them to
relieve them of duty. They would them assume the position and gain a
promotion. It would be, he assumed, that starfleet officers just have to
perform their duty to be promoted.

He just sat there listening to what was transpiring with interest and
disgust mixed together. He decided that he would have to make the best of
this assignment and bring honor to the empire in the process, whether or not
these p'tahks like it or not.

"Well, my friends," On a Klingon ship, the captain would never call their
crew, friends, as they were there to honor the empire not the captain. Each
one would probably take his place if they thought they were warrior enough.
"we have been through a lot the past month. We've seen our ups and downs.
And we've been branded war criminals to boot." He remembered what he was to
do and that was to see if they were war criminals or the honorable part of
Starfleet. He was to help the Chancellor decide whether or not to assist the
52nd fleet. "I just want to say how proud I am of you all and the way you
all performed. I'd also like to thank you all for your diligence in the
repairs that needed to be made. So, in honor of your achievements, and in
welcoming our new crew members, I'd like to invite you all to mixer at 10
forward, at 2000 hours."

K'ven grunted at the thought of a party to get to know the crew and thought
that he would not attend. This was a weak point for starfleet, the mission
needed to be planned and then accomplished. As the meeting was breaking up,
he walked to the captain. "Sir, I require one of your quarters to place my
things. Could you point me to the crew member that can show me where? Also,
if you don't mind, I would prefer not to attend this, mill and seill, as you
call it."

(reply Sash, any)
(posted by Frank)
Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz - Conference Room- SC/SFI – Lt.Cmdr Edward Gideon - 0906)

Edward remained silent for the purpose of the meeting he had nothing really to add at all. He was still attempting to trawl through the SFI paper work and make sense of his predecessor’s notes. However the new issue would be the positioning of the Klingon K’Ven. It had been a very long time since he had last encountered him and his coming was a herald to a danger in his mind. With their first meeting he had barely escaped with his life after the Klingon’s questionable tactics he had no plan on trusting the man once more. On hearing his name he snapped back to focusing on the briefing. 

"You've all met our new Security Chief, Lt. commander Edward Gideon, and our
new Chief of Ops, Lt Cithy Dumas." Edward paused for a moment and placed a little wave to signify his presence then he lowered in his seat once more. He listened to the captain introduce K’Ven and then promote the engineer that he had served with on the trawler. The Ensign was defiantly deserving of that promotion he had done a fine job on the trawler and he should have been very proud. 
 
Edward heard the Captain’s words and immediately curled up his lip; the prospect of having to have a drink with that animal was not one that was most appealing. He still had not managed to forget about the events. 
 
(Stardate: 2405.06.01)(Starfleet Intelligence - Special Agent Edward Gideon - 09:00) 
 
Edward stroked his beard he had been in hiding for coming on one year now. So far he had been told to keep his head down and not attempt to contact Onyx. As far as she was to know he was dead, Edward leant back in the leather seat and stared up at the ceiling. He had been waiting for one hour so far and his meeting with the head of earth intelligence had still not begun. Edward shot forward on the seat and placed his hands on the desk as the door opened. An elderly admiral entered the room with Commodore Blackford in tow. Edward shot up out of his seat and readied his stance to punch the previous head of the directorate. The leader of a bunch of liars, the directorate had been established to enhance the personal ambitions of a few. To that end they had done, Edward had unwittingly assisted them until this point. After being extracted by SFI agents he now existed in a form of limbo whilst battle took place between SFI and the directorate. 
 
Unfortunately with all intelligence offices it took the form of a war of attrition with no real battles. However with Blackford’s appearance in the offices of the intelligence services something had obviously changed. 
 
“Agent Gideon I understand your aggression towards this gentleman but for the mean time I think we are going to have to listen,” The admiral stated placing his arm on Edward’s in a comforting gesture. Blackford grinned and then spoke. 
 
“Remember our old allies the Klingons?” Edward raised an eyebrow and showed his obvious distaste. “Well quite Edward. Before my choice to leave the Directorate a plan emerged to destabilize the Klingon Empire. Starfleet had the chance before and we messed up, the directorate believes we should have taken that chance and be ruling over the empire. Simply put they plan on killing the chancellor,” Edward shot a glance towards the admiral who nodded in agreement. 
 
“And this has what to do with me Blackford?” Edward stated. 
 
“Well the team that the Directorate his dispatching was hired and ran by you. Therefore it is the decision of command to dispatch you to the empire,” Edward looked at the admiral that had just spoken instead of Blackford. 
 
“You want me to go the empire, negotiate with the Klingons and prevent the death of their Chancellor. Whilst not breaking my cover and the assumption that im dead, Edward stated just conforming the information. 
 
“That would be it Edward, let me be clear. If we take down this cell it will be the final reminisce of the Directorate and you will be safe to renter you life,” The Admiral still had not identified himself but he seemed honest enough. However he knew by now not to trust people any more. 
 
“How do you expect me to move though Federation and Klingon territory with out drawing attention?” 
 
“That’s the fun bit Lieutenant Commander,” Edward glared at the Admiral. 
 
“You cannot be serious!” 
 
“Yep you’re a Lieutenant Commander Richard Sharpe assigned to the IKS Bloodlust on the cultural exchange programme on route for the Klingon Home world. Once you arrive you are ordered to use your experience to assist the Klingons in capturing the Directorate operatives you will liaise with a Klingon called K’Ven. Any questions Commander?” Edward shook his head and then spoke. 
 
“Of course not, when do I leave,” The Commodore leant back in his seat and showed all his yellow teeth. Edward was thankful for the distance he was away from him so he didn’t smell his breath. 
 
(USS Nimitz – Conference room – Lt.Cmdr Edward Gideon – 09.20) 
 
As the room began to empty Edward collected his cup and exited, the memory bleeds were beginning to get worse. Thankfully he might be able to conceal it for that bit longer. Not much time had past and he doubted that any had noticed his vacant expression. However it was not pointing to good things ahead. 
 
(Reply any)
(Posted By Richard)

Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz - conference lounge - chief TAC Ensign Kateb - 0915)

Onyx didn't have time to leave the conference lounge that Ensign Casely intercepted her.

"Ummm, excuse me Ensign Kateb, Sir. I was wondering if it would be possible for me to acquaint
myself with the tactical controls on the bridge for awhile and perhaps programme my own
configuration, just in case I end up doing a duty shift by myself?" inquired Paul.

"That is a good idea, just remember it's a day to relax. Anything else?"

Paul smiled faintly. "I would appreciate any help with the eccentricities of the tactical
station as well, Sir. I know all ships end up being 'reconfigured' to suit the officers running
the stations in question. I'm a bit overwhelmed at the moment and would really like to ensure I
understand the stations and its functions before we leave dock."

"Well, it's no mystery to you that I spent sometime on a Klingon warship. Also that we had a
battle not so long ago. I reconfigured the tactical station... Klingon style, it made it
easier for me to work and fight my oponent. I did save the original settings, it usually
reverse to when I'm not at the station. So you can go and familiarise yourself with it. I can
also make you see my own settings so that you are not surprised when you see it."

(Reply from Casely)

Then Captain Sash called for her. Onyx turn around and took the few steps separating him and
herself.

"Lt. Kateb," he called to her, "a moment please."

"Yes Sir!"

"This is Lt. Onyx Kateb, my Tactical Chief," Tahl introduced them,oblivious to their existing
relationship. "It would probably be a good idea for the two of you to get to know one another.
Please escort Lt. Commander K'ven to quartermaster, and have him assigned quarters. Thank
you." and the Captain left.

"I will Sir!" Onyx saw that Ensign Casely was waiting for her. "Ensign Casely, I will be busy
for a while, you can go and start reconfigure the tactical station, I will join you a bit later
to help you out."

(Reply from Casely, anyone)
(Posted by Laurence Durand)

Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz - Conference Room- Counselor - Ensign Harrison
- 0916)

Counsellor Harrison remained overly quiet at the
meeting, mentally rebuking himself for still not
having spoken to everyone about their recent mission.

"Well, my friends," the captain finished, "we have
been through a lot the past month. We've seen ou ups
and downs. And we've been branded war criminals to
boot. I just want to say how proud I am of you all
and the way you all performed. I'd also like to thank
you all for your diligance in the repairs that needed
to be made.
So, in honor of your achievements, and in welcoming
our new crew members, I'd like to invite you all to
mixer at 10 forward, at 2000 hours."

He paused for a wmoment. "Take this opportunity to
relax while you can, we are to be deployed out again
tomorrow. Make sure all stations are ready before the
"mill and seill" as they were called at the academy.
Dismissed."

"I shall look forward to tonight's mixer, captain. For
now, I have a task I'd like to finish."

He nodded courteously at everyone, offered his
congratulations to Ensign Kateb and turned to walk out
of the conference room.

He headed for a turbolift and made his way to the
nearest holodeck. Since the other officers would be
busy for a while, the only progress he could make down
his list of 'to be counselled...' was to sort himself
out. He'd been dying for some holodeck time since he
had come aboard, one month ago. This would counsel
himself, hopefully making him more efficient at
carrying out his duties.

(reply any, none)
(posted by James Batchelor)
Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz - Conference Lounge - ATAC Ensign Casely - 0917)

"Well, it's no mystery to you that I spent sometime on a Klingon warship.  Also that we had a
battle not so long ago.  I reconfigured the tactical station... Klingon style, it made it
easier for me to work and fight my opponent.  I did save the original settings, it usually
reverse to when I'm not at the station.  So you can go and familiarise yourself with it.  I can
also make you see my own settings so that you are not surprised when you see it."
"Yes Sir, I would like to see those configurations at some point. I would also enjoy hearing your
 explanations as to why that configuration is superior to the default ones. Maybe I can pick up a 
thing or two from that," replied Paul, grinning at the prospect of learning something new.
Then Captain Sash called for Ensign Kateb and she turned around and took a few steps from Paul.

"Ensign Casely, I will be busy for a while, you can go and start reconfigure the tactical station, I will 
join you a bit later to help you out."

"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir," responded Paul and walked out of the conference room, towards the bridge.

(USS Nimitz - Main Bridge - ATAC Ensign Casely - 0922)
 
Paul walked onto the bridge and looked around. He saw several duty officers who he 
hadn't seen before moving around between stations. The bridge was a flurry of activity.  
He thought he saw some of the same people from his briefing, but didn't want to bother 
anyone, and decided to make a beeline for the tactical stations.  
 
(Reply anyone if you want)
 
Paul noticed immediately that the tactical post was locked as it should be when in dock. Now 
would be a good time to see if he had been programmed into the ship's computer.
 
"Tactical station this is Ensign Paul Casely, unlock," stated Paul simply and watched as station lights 
turned from red to green for him and other areas opened up for him. ~Good... that saves some 
embarrassment.~  At that point, Paul set about setting his own configuration for the tactical console 
in front of him. He had become used to a certain set of configurations while at the Academy and 
knew it would chance as new systems were learned about and employed, but it was easier to start 
with something he knew and add to it later. The process, while tedious, could save a lot of time and 
be instrumental in keeping his crewmates safe if necessary.
 
(Reply anyone if you want)
(Posted by Jeff Bergeron)
Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz - Conference Room- CO - Captain Devan Sash - 0920)

"Sir, I require one of your quarters to place my things. Could you point me
to the crew member that can show me where? Also,if you don't mind, I would
prefer not to attend this, mill and seill, as you call it."

Sash raidsed an eyebrow at the Klingons request. "Lt. commander, I would
like all of my senior staff to be present. That would include you. You are
to attend."

Then he softened a little. "You never know, youmight even enjopy yourself."

As the others filed out he found Kateb lagging behind a little. "Lt.
Kateb," he called to her, "a moment please."

(reply Kateb)

"This is Lt. Onyx Kateb, my Tactical Chief," Tahl introduced them,oblivious
to their existing relationship. "It would probably be a godd idea for the
two of you to get to know one another. Please escort Lt. Commander K'ven to
quartermaster, and have him assigned quarters. Thank you."

Without waiting for her reply Sash headed out the door himself.

(reply Kateb, K'ven)
(posted by Al Muir)

Stardate:2406.10.29
USS Nimitz – Holodeck 4 – COUNS – Ensign (sg) John
Harrison – 0930)

The doors slid open and Harrison walked in. He looked
around the large empty room, trying to decide what he
would fill it with. He had looked forward to watching
the black and yellow grid melt away to whatever he
wanted the computer to generate.

There were a few holodecks in London, of course, but
these weren’t as advanced as those you could find on a
starship – especially a starship as advanced as the
Nimitz. Harrison had occasionally visited one of
these, just to see what they were like, but since he
had applied to Starfleet, he had looked forward to
using a genuine starship holodeck.

He strolled over to the arch, and tapped one of the
buttons.

[Please Specify Program] the computer demanded.

“I’m not fussy, really,” he said, “Something
tranquil.”

[Please Specify]

He sighed.
“Fine. Somewhere with forests, hills, lakes, rivers.”

[Please Specify]

He sighed once more.
“The Lake District, Cumbria, England, Earth. Specific
enough for you?”

The computer made no reply. The black and yellow grid
blurred and a beautiful landscape materialised. Tall
hills, beautiful, glittering lakes and lush, green
trees rose around him, bathed in the sunlight of a
cloudless day. The hills were tall enough to prevent
any sort of horizon for him, he could hear the trees
rustling in a wind he couldn’t feel and he smiled at
the rippling water.

A car drove past, and he noticed the various people
wandering around, enjoying the sunshine.

“Computer, please remove all tourists, vehicles and
other signs of civilisation.”

The computer blipped in acknowledgement and all
activity stopped. Cars were removed, people
disappeared, and Harrison was left alone.

“Well done,” he said, and walked away from the arch,
turning as the computerised hiss as the arch
dematerialised.

Harrison wandered down to the shore of the lake and
followed around the edge. His thoughts centred on the
previous mission. In his mind, he was watching the
death of John Wilson over and over again, which gave
way to the repeating image of the Alamo exploding.

Once again, he wondered what he had come into. When
you’re back in London, catching snippets of the news,
you don’t realise the full extent of what’s going on
in the quadrant. When he applied to Starfleet, it was
with the old ideals of seeking out strange new worlds
and all that, and helping people to the best of his
abilities. So far, he seemed to have boldly gone only
where he didn’t understand the full severity of the
situation. And that both scared and irritated him.

Still, he reasoned, he was helping his crewmates. He
certainly didn’t think he could handle a different
position on the ship at the moment. Even if he didn’t
seem to be full of solutions, it didn’t matter. After
all, a counsellor’s most essential function was to be
a listener, even if there is no solution.

His thoughts were mainly repeated but they got rid of
the nagging doubts that had been created in the wake
of the battle. He took heart from these thoughts, and
after half an hour of wandering around, thinking to
himself, admiring the technology of the holodeck, and,
just occasionally, discussing his thoughts aloud with
himself, he felt as eager as he had when he first
beamed aboard.

“Computer,” he called, now back at the lake he started
by, “Arch.”

The arch materialised and he walked up to it.

“Computer,” he said as he approached the door, “End
Program.”

He didn’t turn as the Lake District faded away and the
black and yellow grid reappeared.

(USS Nimitz – Counsellor’s Office – COUNS – Ensign
(sg) John Harrison – 1011)

He picked up his PADD and looked at the next person on
his list that he wanted to talk to. It was Doctor
Kincaid. He tapped his communications badge.

“Harrison to Doctor Kincaid. Are you busy at the
moment?”

(reply Kincaid)
(posted by James Batchelor)

Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz - way to assigned quarters - Sogh la' Sutai K'ven/Lt. Onyx
Kateb - 0930)

Onyx left the conference room in typical Klingon fashion not looking back to
see if K'ven was following her, which, he was. He was glad that she had not
forgotten all the Klingon ways at least so far.

"So, how do you like serving on a p'tahk ship?" K'ven snorted out to her.

"It's fine by me, I found my middle ground here."

K'ven was not pleased by her answer, it was not the one a Klingon would have
given. "You are the Chancellor's Daughter, you do not find, middle ground,
you make others find their ground with you. Do you understand, Kateb,
Chancellor Daughter?"

Onyx turn around so fast and said in a low and deep voice. "The Chancellor
knew who I was, an half Human and Acamarian who does fight like a Klingon...
do you doubt that for a second that I am a Klingon in my heart?"

The action that Onyx took was what K'ven wanted to see, some burning Klingon
in her. He smiled a great big smile and picked her up in a giant hug. "I do
not doubt it one second now.!"

The hug took Onyx by surprise but she was okay with it. "I knew you would
try that one K'Ven. We will take some time to talk... there is a few things
I want to know about my father's death, but we will do that in the privacy
of your quarters."

K'ven drew up to his height at the subject of the assassination of her
father the then Chancellor as it had taken its toll on him also. He had
loved and respected him very much. He had been told later on who it was that
had planned and carried the assassination. He had planned to discuss the
matter with him one day and finally did.

"I took action against the person responsible for your fathers death." K'ven
snarled at her in answer.

"We will talk about this in the private."

(USS Nimitz - Deck 6, Crew quarters - 0940)

They took the turbolift, to the crew deck, on deck 6 and found the
quartermaster. "Hi Lt. Okrand, do you have assign a quarter to Lt. Comdr.
K'Ven."

"Yes I did Sir... On deck 3... Officers quarters."

"This will not do!"

"But!"

"Trust me... Lt. Comdr K'Ven will not feel comfortable... what do you have
on this deck?"

"Euh... 656, alpha sector."

Onyx search her memory and nodded. "That will do... have the Lieutenant
Commander belongings send there."

"Yes Sir... may I ask a question Sir!"

"Yes!"

"Is it for?" He look toward behind her, but Onyx didn't.

"Yes... and I can add I'm sure of this decision. Have a good day Lt.
Okrand." Onyx walked a head knowing that K'Ven was not far behind her. "Your
quarters are not far from Operation Office!"

K'ven listened to the conversation that Onyx had with the quartermaster and
was pleased that she understood what it was to be klingon. He had no want of
quarters that had so much wasted space in them, as it was the one she was
leading him to probably still had too much.

"Good and what can you tell me about the Operations Officer?" he inquired as
he wanted to know whom he would be working with.

"Cithy Dumas... I don't know her, she is very new on this ship. I was rather
busy putting the tactical system together after the attack we launch and we
were subjected to. I will tell you everything later." They stop in front of
a door and Onyx opened it. She walked inside. "Here we are!"

K'ven walked in to take a look at his new accommodations and true to what he
was thinking, it had a lot more room than he really needed. He sighed but
accepted it as Onyx had declared it the only thing close to what he was
looking for.

"It will do." he answered her. Walking to a chair in the room, he sat down
and gestured to her to do the same. "You say that we will talk later about a
lot of needed things, what are you hiding?"

"First, my father... a few days before he died, he left on the communication
link but without the visual. I heard 2 Klingons talking, Captain Lowell
informed John Wilson who was the SFI agent here, that one voice she
recognised, and she had a name. "Koros... he is associated with a group call
the Qong Qugh."

K'ven knew the ones that she was talking about. He and Gideon had to stop
them from assassinating the current chancellor which they did barely. If it
was not for Gideon, they would have failed. Gideon had accomplished their
mission by not doing what they had planned on doing. K'ven still claimed
that had Gideon done what they had planned, it would have done the exact
same thing. He had always thought that Gideon was trying to take all the
credit for saving the Chancellor.

"I know those names." he said with a growl that would have awakened the dead
in Sto Vo Kor. "You need not worry about them."

"What happen?"

He looked at the exasperated look in her eyes, at the wanting to know what
happened to the ones that killed her adoptive father. He was not suppose to
talk about the incident to anyone as it had been classified by the council
but he thought that she deserved to know.

"I am not to talk about this to anyone but I feel you need to know." He told
her before starting. "I was assigned to assist an agent from Starfleet
Intelligence that had information that someone was going to attempt an
assassinate the chancellor. The agents name was, as I was to come to know,
Gideon. Between the two of us we were able to not only stop the plot but
killed a few of the high members of the cell. We were not able to completely
destroy the entire cell but the plot failed."

"I see... so my father was revenged." She sigh with relief, yet it bugged
her that Gideon was involved in this. "No one send me a message not even to
tell me the simple word as "Your father is revenged." now that I know, I'm
reassured."

"I would have thought that once Gideon returned to starfleet, they would
have informed you. But, then again, they might have kept it classified
also." Then he reflected, "You do know that the body of your father was
merely a shell and he is now in Sto Vo Kor where all Warriors go."

"Yes, we took care of the ones that sent your father to Sto Vo Kor earlier
than he was suppose to go. It was told that your father took most of the
ones that came to kill him down before they overwhelmed him."

"I told him what I have heard and he promised me to be careful. Maybe he
thought that I was exagerating." Onyx got up and went to the window, look
outside.

"He is not a Klingon so he would not understand. Do not worry about the
Targ, he is no one." K'ven replied gruffly

"I will not anymore... what do you want to talk to Gideon about?" she turned
around and sat back on her chair.

"A matter between us that still stands unanswered." He said with a curl of
his lip.

"I can't know then." Onyx knew that eventually she would figure things out,
but for now she didn't want to get into it too much.

"I will tell you about it when Gideon and I have talked it out once again.
Hopefully he will see te folly of what he did and come to terms with it." He
replied to her after a moment of thought.

Then Onyx heard the door chime. "Those are probably the people bringing your
belongings, and I guess it's my time to go." She got up and the door open
with a crewmen bringing 2 large bags.

"Just put them there" K'ven said as he got up. The crewman dropped the bags
then turned to leave giving K'ven a strange look. "Maybe we can talk more
later at the, what he call it, the mill and seill? Never like parties like
that if it is what I think it is. But, the captain has ordered me to it." K'
ven said returning his attention to Onyx.

"You will get to know everyone... look at it as a gaddering, where food is
also present."

"Ah yes but the food they will be serving will I like it? I have heard
stories about the food starfleet serves, they don't really know what good
food is." he replied with a chuckle

"I will ask that a couple of typical Klingon dish is serve for you and
others to taste. I also have a few Klingon dishes that are in the replicator
program. I know it's typically human of me to say but get comfortable, I
have to get to work." She smiled.

"I will see you at the party then." He replied knowing the thing about duty
calling. "Yes and we will talk more later about what else it is that is
bothering you."

Onyx nodded and left K'Ven's quarters. Her first objective, to find Gideon
and get to the bottom of this and also tell him a few things.

K'ven watched Onyx leave then turned around to look around the spacious room
he was given. Walking over to his bags, he withdrew his families Bat'leth to
hang it on the wall then the statue of Kathless to put it on the dresser. He
stepped back to look at what he had placed.

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(posted by Frank and Laurence)

Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz, Main Engineering, CEO, Lt(sg) Zzt, 1021)

"Good morning,"Harrison said, "How busy are you
today?"

Zzt looked down at one of the newest members of the
Nimitz clan. Zzt grinned, baring his large fangs.

"Maintenance," Zzt replied, "Zzt got make sure
nothing broke."

"I wondered if you would care to talk about the
mission?"

The question caught Zzt off guard, and his snout
wrinkled up, his ears fell back and his head tilted
sideways in confusion. Zzt stared down at the human
for several second, before finally it struck Zzt what
he was talking about.

"Mission," Zzt whispered, pulling Harrison in close
with one paw. "We got spy on board and Captain send
you to find them, right? You come Zzt for help." Zzt
looked around the room suspiciously, with his usual
subtly, before looking back at Harrison. "Where you
want look first?"

Harrison's eyes went wide with suprise, then melted
into a calm smile.

"My friend," he said, "You misunderstand me?"

~Or is this spy business something else I'm not aware
of?~ He thought.

"As ship's counsellor, I simply wondered how you were
feeling after our confrontation with the Alamo. Is
there anything you want to get off your chest?"

(Reply Zzt)
(Posted by James Batchelor)

Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz- Ready Room- ATAC- Ensign Paul Casely- 1111hrs)
 
Paul walked to the Captain's still feeling a bit puzzled by some of the things said during the meeting earlier that morning. He wondered what he had walked into in some ways. There were mumblings about the "civil war" at the Academy, but they were all in hushed tones, without any real discussion or disclosure. The possibility of being deemed a "war criminal" troubled him and he had to understand exactly what had led to this development.  
 
~A war criminal? What could they have done? Which races are leveling that accusation? What is going on?~
 
Paul didn't want to bother the Captain, knowing he was busy, but he wanted to get the information from "the horses mouth" as it were. This designation could affect the safety of the ship in the future, as Assistant Tactical Chief, he needed to know what the ship could be facing and felt that everyone had some understanding of past events except himself.  Paul arrived at the office, pressed the doorchime and waited.
 
(Reply Sash)
 
(Posted by Jeff Bergeron)

Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz- Ready Room- Captain Devan Sash & Ensign Paul Casely- 1112hrs)

Sash threw down the last of his PADDS. Finally he was done. He stretched
in his seat, feeling the tight muscles unbend. He was finally done with,
what he considered to be the most daunting work of a CO. Paer work. He'd
like to set his phaser on 10 and just destroy the lot. But then he'd have
to start over again.

The door chime rang. With out thinking he called out, "Come." The door
opened and his new ATAC alked through the door, looking a bit concerned.
"Ah, Ensign Casely, please, come in. How can I help you?"

"Yes Sir," said Paul, pausing a moment, "I'm sorry to bother you. If you're
busy, I can come back later." Paul glanced at his feet nervously wondering
if this had been a good idea afterall.

Sash smiled. "You are looking at the freest man in the universe," he said
quite proudly. Seeing that Casely looked even more confused, he sobered up
a little. "I have completed all my work Ensign. My time is yours. Speak."

"OK... thank you sir," Paul continued standing stiffly in the office as he
inquired, "Permission to speak freely, sir?" This was a new one for him,
he'd never made this kind of request before. He noticed that most of the
crew wasn't as stiff as he was, but they also had a pre-existing
relationship, for the most part, with each other. He didn't want to screw
this up but he didn't want to seem overly stiff either.

Sash had to fight the urge to laugh. If Casely were any more rigid, he'd
have to chop him down and use him for firewood. "At ease Ensign," he finally
managed to say, "speak your mind. I won't kill you, yet."

"I'm sorry, its just all so new and so much has happened in a short time.
You know what the Academy is like, they drill the whole 'proper cadet' thing
into you. Anyway, I'm rambling. Well, I just don't understand fully what's
going on," replied Paul.

Now it was Sash's turn to be confused. "Could be a little more spacific,
Casely. What's going on where?"

"Well, first off, we had heard of a 'civil war' but it was already kind of
behind the scenes. None of us really fully understood what was going on, or
why. I guess I need to know who's fighting whom because at the academy a lot
of this is still in the realm of innuendo," stated Paul his brow furrowing
slightly, "I guess I just need to know what I'm fighting for."

Sash shook his head in frustration. "You'd think those academy instructors
would make this point clear, especially in these times."

He sat back in his chair and took a deep breath. "Ensign, if you're going
to stand like that for this, your feet will hurt. Please, sit down."

Once Casely was sitting Sash began. "Do you know who Admiral Doenitz is?"
He could see that he did. "Good. Well, the good admiral has a different
idea of how he thinks the universe should be run. He believes that
Starfleet should have the autority to "get the job done, no matter what the
cost." In his movement he has, through subterfuge, or outright acts of
piracy, killed millions, hundreds of millions. He has overthrown
governments, and started wars that we had no place to be in, only for his
own poltical ambition.

Then along came Admiral LoDona, who said that this wasn't right. And we all
agreed with him. Unfortunately, Doenitz has been able to hide his handywork
from the UFP, and they backed him. So now we are the out casts. This was
the prelude to the war."

He stopped for a minute. "I suppose that comment about us being war
criminals is bothering you aswell. Well, on our last mission we obtained a
shipment of anti-matter from "the other side." Unfortunately, we had to
fight another Starfleet vessel for the shipment and wound up destroying
them. As a result we have been branded as war criminals."

He looked Casely directly in the eyes. "Does that help you at all?"

"If he's done that, how are we declared war criminals and not him? It does
help, but it just leads to more questions. He went through the same training
we did, how can he do these things and still believe he's serving the ideals
of Starfleet?" inquired Paul, his voice starting to rise a bit.

Sash stood up and came round to the front of his desk. "And so you come to
our dilema. To be honest, I'm not sure how some of this came to pass. I
was in an alternate universe at the time. However, I will tell you this.
This war is over what you believe, and who you want to trustr and follow.
I've known Admiral LoDona for a long time. I know what kind of a man he is.
If you choose to go back to Earth and be with Starfleet central, I will not
stop you, nor hold it against you. it is a choice you must make. However,
it is a choice I must ask you to make now."

"I can't follow Doenitz... I wish that none of this had happened, but I
believe that is a standard feeling. I just need to know what we're dealing
with and by the sounds of it I have to be ready to fight against other
StarFleet vessels. Who else could be causing us problems? What other kinds
of ships do I have to ware of? How many ships do we have? What happens if we
run out?" responded Paul knowing that he had a thousand more questions.

Sash laughed. "Now those are questions I am unable, unwilling to answer at
this time. However, with time, I'm certain you'll find the answers you're
looking for. Problems can come from a many places. So we have to be ever
vigilant."

Sash laughed. "Now those are questions I am unable, unwilling to answer at
this time. However, with time, I'm certain you'll find the answers you're
looking for. Problems can come from a many places. So we have to be ever
vigilant."

"That remains to be seen," Sash replied honestly.

"So they're evaluating us with this officer? Trying to figure out what's
going on?"

"That would be my assumption," Sash agreed. "If we prove ourselves worthy,
then we'll have their support. So let's jsut do our best to maintain our
principles."

"I have no problem with the principles. Thank you for your time, you've
cleared up a lot for me." Paul rose to leave.

"I hope so, Ensign," Sash was sincere. "I want you to think long and hard
about the decision you have to make. it is a big one, and you have to be
certain, otherwise you may wind up doing something that you can't live
with."

At that he let Casely depart. he looked at the door as it closed. "Too
young to be making these kinds of decisions," he said to himself. "Sorry,
young man, but I have to ask you to grow up a little more quickly."

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(posted by Al Muir and Jeffery Bergeron)

Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz – Counsellor's Office – COUNS – Ensign
John Harrison – 12:51)

Harrison was sitting in his office again, reading a
PADD. His comms badge bleeped and a voice spoke.

=/\=Gideon to Councilor Harrison,=/\=

He tapped his badge to reply.
"Harrison here, lieutenant."

=/\=Mr. Harrison, might it be possible to meet with
you to discus a matter=/\=

Another tap.
"Certainly, sir. Where can I find you?"

(Reply gideon)
(Posted By James)

Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - CSO, Dr Holis Gralen - 1930)
 
The Betazoid walked into Ten Forward and was delighted at the aura of expectancy that hung over the people inside. Everyone inside it seemed was engrossed in preparing for the festivities as they cleaned, shined , decorated and generally did everything possible to have the place in the peak of readiness for the coming party. The tables that normally stood aloof from themselves as little islands had been pushed near in many places to bring everyone closer together so he steered straight to the one in the furtherest corner of the room which happened to still be at its normal place. Presiding over the action was one fellow with dark brown hair and beard who was decked out in tux and tie. It was only a few minutes after Holis sat down that the decorations were finished being hung, the tables trimmed and the workers left to get into their own fancy clothing. After ushering them out the fellow walked over to Holis who had self-consciously donned his dress uniform for the affair.
 
~Sure I am very early but since I don't know anyone what does it really matter? I'll watch everyone come in, mingle with them after they arrive then extricate myself quickly and go to my cabin. A little Schubert and a good book and my evening will be complete.~
 
The waiter stopped before Holis and gave him an embarrassed smile. "I am sorry sir that it took so long to get to you, we were so close to finishing you understand...."
 
"Don't worry about it at all." He replied. "I'm very early for the celebration and part of that was to see what the preparations looked like. What is that human saying? No harm, no foul?" He then grinned at the man as he visibly relaxed.
 
"And what can I get for you to drink sir." The waiter asked, the very epitome of dignified service.
 
Holis mulled that one over for a moment, he didn't want to start drinking too early since he planned on waiting to eat during the mixer but a cocktail sounded too good to pass up. "Since this is my first drink on board since I reported in I think I will go with something bracing, since I know you don't have Romulan Ale I would like a bottle of Napoleon brandy please."
 
The waiter smiled condescendingly, no doubt taking him for a heavy drinker. "Of course sir, I will have it out shortly, would you like an appetizer perhaps?"
 
"No thank you, I'm not hungry at the moment." The man nodded his head knowingly and with the smile still on his face turned for the bar. He was back within two minutes with a bottle and a snifter, after breaking the seal on the bottle he poured the deep, rich brandy into the snifter to the depth of precisely 3/8Th's of an inch and stepped back while Holis swirled the dark amber liquid causing it to release the alcohol fumes. A moment of swirling and the Nimitz's new  CSO paused to allow it to rest before taking a sip, not too heavy and with a subdued bite. He nodded his approval to the waiter who then returned to the bar. Shortly more officers began to arrive as he sat in the perfect position to watch their entrance, occasionally sipping the rich beverage. One glass was all he intended to drink here, he planned on taking the rest back to his cabin to nip at in the future but of course things never seem to come out as one plans.
 
(Reply: Any)
 
(Posted by Charles) 
Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - COUNS - Ensign John
Harrison - 1937)

Harrison had been looking forward to the mixer all
day. He had been on the Nimitz for about a month, and
he still only knew a handful of the crew. With this in
mind, he left for the mixer a little earlier than he
had planned.

He entered the Ten Forward to find that quite a few
people were already there. With vulture-like
efficiency, a waiter approached him before the doors
to Ten Forward even closed.

"Can I get you a drink, sir?" he said.

"Yes, but I don't know what to have," Harrison smiled,
"Just a glass of white wine will do me for now."

The waiter nodded and walked away. Harrison spotted
someone he didn't know and decided to introduce
himself.

"Good evening," he said, "I don't think we've met
formally. My name is John Harrison. I'm the counsellor
- at least I try to be!"

(reply Holis)
(Posted by james)

Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - ATAC- Ensign Paul Casely - 1943)

Paul walked early into the gathering and noticed that he was not the only one there. He started across the room and was stopped by a waiter along the way.
 
"Drink Sir?"
 
"Yes please, do you have rye and ginger?" inquired Paul.
 
"Excuse me Sir?" asked the slightly dumbstruck waiter.
 
"Umm... Rye. Canadian Rye Whiskey. I know they have it in other places. Its one ounce of that and then you fill the glass with ginger ale," explained Paul.
 
"I'll see what I can do, sir," answered the waiter as he whisked off to try to fill the order.
 
~Its kind of nice to have someone call ME Sir for a change,~ grinned Paul to himself.
 
He noticed a couple fellow officers standing talking and advanced on them. He stood slightly apart from them waiting for a break in their conversation. When he heard a pause he walked to them and put his hand out.
 
"Hello, I'm Ensign Paul Casely. I just was posted here as the Assistant Tactical Chief," said Paul.
 
At that point, the waiter returned and handed Paul a drink.
 
"Your rye and GINGER, sir," the waiter exclaimed in a slightly digusted tone which caused Paul to blush slightly.
 
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(Posted by Jeffrey Bergeron)
Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz - 10 Forward - StratOps - Sogh la' Sutai K'ven - 2005)

K'ven knew that he was a bit late for the Captain's little get together,
but, he really did not want to be there in the first place. He walked in the
room still in his Klingon Warriors outfit as he still belonged to the Empire
not Starfleet. Even though he was an exchange crew member, he had not been
told that he had to warrior the funny looking starfleet uniforms, at least
his gave him some armor in case of an onboard attack.

He walked in to see all those starfleet uniforms mingling around like a pool
of fish around fresh food that had been scattered for them. He looked around
the room from the doorway to see if he could see Onyx, but, through all the
people there he could not see her. He decided that since he had not eaten in
a while and could not see Onyx, he would make his way over to the tables
where the food was.

True to her word, there were some food that was tolerable to Klingons. He
picked up some from the bowls that was laid out for them to use. He went
over to a part of the room where there were no one to bother him and stood
there eating all the while watching the others.

(Reply any)
(posted by Frank)

Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz - 10 Forward - ATAC - Ensign Paul Casely - 2007)

Paul watched the Klingon walk into Ten Forward and swallowed hard. He was definitely intimidating, but StratOps was important to Tactical and at some point Paul had to meet him.  He wasn't sure how the Klingon officer would take interaction with a lowly human Ensign, but it had to happen at some point he supposed. The ensign also wanted to ask about the bat'leth, finding it to be a key point of his future training interest. Paul steeled himself and walked up to the Klingon, remembering that strength was an important attribute in their dealings.
 
"Sir! I'm Ensign Casely, I work in Tactical. I have heard they have some Raktajino on one of the tables. I'm sure it won't be as good as you're used to, but perhaps its something. I also am fairly sure the replicators can produce some form of gagh or bregit lung although I'm sure that replicated food would be somewhat inferior to what you're used to," offered Paul keeping his face impassive and controlled. He concentrated on not smiling in any way, trying to remain serious looking and straight forward.
 
(Reply K'ven, anyone)
(Posted by Jeffrey Bergeron)
Stardate:2406.10.29
(USS Nimitz - 10 Forward - StraatOps - Sogh la' Sutai K'ven - 2010)

K'ven watched as the human ensign that was named Casely approached him. K'
ven could see that the ensign was trying to make sure that he did not offend
K'ven. The ensign had no idea that by his very presence he was offending
him. K'ven knew from what the Captain had said that not only this ensign but
probably others would want to make meaningless conversation. K'ven decided
to try with this ensign not to try and take as much offence as he could
since he did have to work with them.

"Sir! I'm Ensign Casely, I work in Tactical. I have heard they have some
Raktajino on one of the tables. I'm sure it won't be as good as you're used
to, but perhaps its something. I also am fairly sure the replicators can
produce some form of gagh or bregit lung although I'm sure that replicated
food would be somewhat inferior to what you're used to," offered Paul
keeping his face impassive and controlled.

K'ven tried not to laugh in the ensigns face as he was trying. "Ensign, if
you want to try and become a warrior, don't try to, do it. As for the food,
yes, I understand that the only food you humans eat now days is replicated.
One day I will introduce you to some real food, Ensign, and some good
Raktajino." K'ven looked around the room to see who else had arrived but not
really noticing anyone he knew or wanted to come to know.

"Yes, your department and I will be working closely. I just hope that
someone in your department will not have to be trained in what their job is.
If you listen to me, maybe, you might become one of those that will be able
to lead the others. Are you the leader in your Department?" K'ven asked
hoping there would be someone with a bit more experience that he would be
able to work with. He did know that Onyx was the Chief but he still had not
found out who was in her department besides this human.

"I guess I should say like you humans do, it is good to meet you." K'ven
said as he grumbled at the conversation.

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(posted by Frank)
Stardate:2406.29.10
(USS Nimitz - Conference Room- StratOps - Sogh la' Sutai K'ven - 0923)

"Lt. commander, I would like all of my senior staff to be present. That
would include you. You are to attend." Sash replied to him after rasing an
eyebrow.

"You never know, you might even enjoy yourself." Sash had continued after
looking at the expression that K'ven was giving to him.

"I doubt it" K'ven said under his breath barely adible.

"Lt. Kateb," Sash called to her, "a moment please."

K'ven gritted his teeth as he watched the one that he became friends with
and escorted around on the Rashvok so long ago. He did think that she
carried herself well being the adopted daughter of the chancellor. He was
about to say something about it to the Captain, but, decided it was not the
captains business to know what goes on a Klingon ship.

(reply Kateb)

"This is Lt. Onyx Kateb, my Tactical Chief," Sash introduced them, "It would
probably be a good idea for the two of you to get to know one another.
Please escort Lt. Commander K'ven to quartermaster, and have him assigned
quarters. Thank you."

K'ven turned to Onyx as the captain left them to do what he had ordered.
"You are looking well Lt. Kateb. I hope that being in starfleet has not
dulled your senses." He said as his lip curled at the last part.

(reply Kateb, any)
(posted by Frank)