Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - 10 Forward - CO- Captain Devan Sash - 2013) When Sash saw Nessa come into the room, he could feel himself flush a little. He was happy that she had been able to delay their departure so that they could have some time together. He was even more relieved when Cithy had excused herself. That relief continued when he saw that she didn't immediately leave, and someone else did ask her to dance. He was happy about that. The captain made his way through the crowd and finally caught up with Nessa as she arrived at the bar. "Well, hi there, good lookin'." He smiled as she turned to look at him. "Can a fella buy a gal a drink?" (reply Winters) (posted by Al Muir) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - 10 Forward - CO- Captain Devan Sash- 2050) Sash was sitting at the bar talking with Vanyssa. It had been a while since he actually laughed. She could always could make him feel better. There seemed to be a disturbance at the tavles and he looked up to see a marine flying through the room. Sash quirked an eyebrow as the new marine, Kane was it, stormed out of the room. Then he noticed Gideon walking towards him. "Captain, if I might be excused to speak to that marine?" "Indeed, Lt. Commander," Sash nodded, "take care of that." He watched as Gideon headed after Kane. "Thank you sir," Gideon said. He watched as Gideon headed after Kane. He stopped first to pick up Casely first. An odd choice but who was he to question. He turned his attention bacck to Nessa, with a smile. "Never a dull moment," he said. (reply Winters) (posted by Al Muir) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz- 10 Forward- CO - Captain Devan Sash- 2105) The party was in full swing now, the incident with the marine now seemed to be forgotten. many of the crew were dancing, all were interacting, some interacting a little too well. He had to smile. Ah to be young and full of hormones. Of course his own hormones were resurging, with Nessa, although she seemed a little more distant. Command can do that to a person. Casely must have returned to the party as he was walking towards him. "Not to interrupt Captain, but about that question you asked me before... I'd be honoured to serve with you and this crew, I believe the cause is just, Sir, and that some day we will be calling home our exiled friends abroad that fled the snares of watchful tyranny." Sash smiled, "Well I'm glad to hear your with us Ensign. And I share your sentiments. I hope that this is over quickly and we can all be one happy family again." Although in his mind he was certain that that picture could not be again. Not for a long time. "Well Sir, unless you'd like to discuss anything futher, I'll leave you to enjoy yourself," replied Paul. "Thank you Ensign," Sash said putting his hand on the yong man's shoulder. "I'm sure you'll be a great addition to our crew." Sash watched as Casely left them. He turned his attention back Nessa. Looking around the room, he could see the party in full swing. Nobody would probably notice if he weren't there. "What do you say we get out of here?" he aske Nessa. (reply Winters) (posted by Al Muir) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward – SFI/SC – Lt.Cmdr Edward Gideon - 2105) With the decision being made there was not much else to do but go and ask the captain for permission to remarry his wife. A confusing situation to say the least, Gideon was still not to figure out the exact words of how he was going to stay it. Edward walked towards the CO but before he could reach him the rather large Klingon blocked his path. The rant in Klingon came rapidly and obvious result of the amount of booze he had drank. Gideon’s Klingon was not exactly up to date as he struggled to translate what the Klingon was saying. "Veqlargh" (devil, demon) he growled, "to think that a taHqeq tahkeck (dishonest/dishonourable, evil, obnoxious, devious, deceitful, and basically an unpleasant creature to deal with at all) as you would be good enough for her!" Edward paused and attempted to figure out a response to the Klingon, it was pretty clear that conversation would not go down exactly well. However the only other option would be to fight the Klingon but with the current climate and the importance of Klingon assistance to the fleet he was going to have to take a knee on the situation. Confrontation was not a situation he could afford. “K’Ven, you are drunk I would suggest you return to your quarters,” Edward stated attempting to keep his tone calm and relaxed. (Reply K’Ven) “You dishonour yourself and me with this outburst K’Ven,” (Reply K’Ven) “You do not wish to hurt and upset Onyx so please do not do so. For the sake of her late fathers honour let us discuss such a matter in private between us,” Edward stated adding more force to his tone of voice. (Reply K’Ven, any) (Posted By Richard) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - Ensign Miles O'Neill - 2109) Paul outstretched his hand to Miles, "Nice to meet you too... and congratulations on your promotion today. It must be nice to make the full rank. I hope I don't have to wait too long. Say, what department do you work in here? I'm the Assistant Tactical Chief." "I'm the Assistant Chief Engineering Officer, and thanks for the congrats, it's great being one rank higher." Miles replied, shaking Casely's hand. "So, you're from Canada? I've never been, how is it?" (Reply Casely) (Posted by Matt Kirk) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - Ensign Paul Casely - 2111) "I'm the Assistant Chief Engineering Officer, and thanks for the congrats, it's great being one rank higher." Miles replied, shaking Casely's hand. "So, you're from Canada? I've never been, how is it?" ~Typical,~ thought Paul, ~beebops around the universe but doesn't visit areas of the home planet of the human race.~ "Pretty much the same as everywhere else I suppose but colder, but as long as I stay in my igloo and my pet polar bear stays in his everything is just fine. We both get our own case of beer and backbacon too," said Paul with a wink and a smile, "Where do you hale from?" (Reply Miles) (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - Ensign Miles O'Neill - 2111) "Hmmm... how do I like it? Well, you've got angry Klingons, wacked out marines, British officers who aren't really human picking fights with angry Klingons, and..." Paul paused and pointed, "a bear. Its a very strange place, but somehow that's reassuring. I mean, if it were too by the book I guess it wouldn't be as exciting... I guess... maybe... What's your overall impression?" "She's a great ship...until you have to fix her. Now, don't get me wrong, I love doing it, however it's the big repairs that are a bit annoying, like the one we did just after our previous mission. The crew's great though, everyone I've met is generally nice." Miles replied. "So, what are some of your hobbies?" (Reply Casely) (Posted by Matt Kirk) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - Ensign Miles O'Neill - 2111) "I'm from San Francisco, not that far from the Academy, actually." Miles replied. "So, how do you like the ship so far?" Paul thought for a moment... first looking at his feet and then at the ceiling. He took a few minutes to compose exactly how he would describe it. He couldn't help but feel kind of amused overall by his experiences. "Hmmm... how do I like it? Well, you've got angry Klingons, wacked out marines, British officers who aren't really human picking fights with angry Klingons, and..." Paul paused and pointed, "a bear. Its a very strange place, but somehow that's reassuring. I mean, if it were too by the book I guess it wouldn't be as exciting... I guess... maybe... What's your overall impression?" (Reply Miles) (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - Ensign Miles O'Neill - 2111) "Pretty much the same as everywhere else I suppose but colder, but as long as I stay in my igloo and my pet polar bear stays in his everything is just fine. We both get our own case of beer and backbacon too," said Paul with a wink and a smile, "Where do you hale from?" "I'm from San Francisco, not that far from the Academy, actually." Miles replied. "So, how do you like the ship so far?" (Reply Casely) (Posted by Matt Kirk) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - StratOps - Sogh la' Sutai K'ven - 2115) "sohchech... qoH!" Onyx replied as she passed in front of Gideon. "You have no business in my affairs K'Ven... this is where I draw the line. I got the right to do anything I want, where I want and who I want to be with. Do you understand that? SohbewIjvav K'Ven." Onyx was right, he was not her father nor was he even a part of her family no matter what he thought. He always thought her as part of his family like a sister that he wish he had to take care of. He had only been ordered to show her around on the Rashvok when she first arrived. He then was told to look after her by the Chancellor, her then adoptive father, while she was in the service of the Empire. They had a lot of really good times together and they had gotten closer. She was right, he was not her father and she could do what she wanted as an adult K'ven was about to reply to her when Gideon wanted to add something else to what she had to say. "K'Ven, you are drunk I would suggest you return to your quarters," Edward stated. "Onyx, I had considered you one of my sisters, but, now I see that it is time to let go. In truth I was only assigned to ensure that you had no trouble while on the ship and in the Empire. I see now that you can handle yourself and do not need anybody to give you permission." He replied to her as he seemed to straighten up and then turned to Gideon. "Sogh la', You are indeed right to a point, I have drank a lot, but, am far from being drunk in Klingon standards." He replied to Gideon with a sly smile, "Too many people still standing." He waved his hand indicating the people still dancing and talkin around the room. "I will not return to my quarters, at least not at the present time. I will, however, leave you two alone and retreat to a spot to enjoy the rest of the evening, as you people seem to want me to do." He looked at Onyx once more remembering the way she had just defended her mate. Grunting, he walked away leaving them to do as they were heading to do. He hoped he had not made enemies of the only two people on board that he knew. (reply Onyx, Gideon, Sash, any(IYW) (posted by Frank) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - chief TAC Ensign Kateb - 2116) “sohchech qoH! (You drunk fool)” Onyx passed in front of Gideon. “You have no business in my affairs K'Ven... this is where I draw the line. I got the right to do anything I want, where I want and who I want to be with. Do you understand that? SohbewIjvav K'Ven(you are not my father K'Ven).” Onyx was waiting for K'Ven to blow, she did see him loose his calm for less, Edward added calmly. "K'Ven, you are drunk I would suggest you return to your quarters," Edward stated. ~Oh my! Did I went to far?... I guess we will see.~ "Onyx, I had considered you one of my sisters, but, now I see that it is time to let go. In truth I was only assigned to ensure that you had no trouble while on the ship and in the Empire. I see now that you can handle yourself and do not need anybody to give you permission." He replied to her as he seemed to straighten up and then turned to Gideon. "Sogh la', You are indeed right to a point, I have drank a lot, but, am far from being drunk in Klingon standards." K'Ven replied to Gideon with a sly smile, "Too many people still standing." He waved his hand indicating the people still dancing and talkin around the room. "I will not return to my quarters, at least not at the present time. I will, however, leave you two alone and retreat to a spot to enjoy the rest of the evening, as you people seem to want me to do." He looked at Onyx once more remembering the way she had just defended her mate. Grunting, he walked away leaving them to do as they were heading to do. He hoped he had not made enemies of the only two people on board that he knew. Onyx waited for K'Ven to have took some distance before letting out a sigh of relief, yet wonder if she went to far, but it wasn't the time to show it. She turn toward Edward taking his hand in her. “Let's go see the Captain now! Tell him the news, he probably have a good guess about it.” (Reply from Sash, Gideon, anyone) (Posted by Laurence) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - Ensign Paul Casely- 2116) "Hmmm... how do I like it? Well, you've got angry Klingons, wacked out marines, British officers who aren't really human picking fights with angry Klingons, and..." Paul paused and pointed, "a bear. Its a very strange place, but somehow that's reassuring. I mean, if it were too by the book I guess it wouldn't be as exciting... I guess... maybe... What's your overall impression?" "She's a great ship...until you have to fix her. Now, don't get me wrong, I love doing it, however it's the big repairs that are a bit annoying, like the one we did just after our previous mission. The crew's great though, everyone I've met is generally nice." Miles replied. "So, what are some of your hobbies?" Paul furrowed his brow for a second. ~Hobbies? When did I have time for hobbies over the last few years? I guess I'd better start back into some of the things I used to enjoy.~ "Well, every morning I do my martial arts training. Have to keep in the game in case security needs me. I also have degrees in history and politics. I center on historical tactics, so anything having to do with war tactics interests me. I agree, everyone seems fairly nice, although the counsellor I met seemed a bit pompous. He basically equated me with a mindless drone just following orders. Wasn't very happy about that... I'm sure he didn't really mean anything by it though... I hope he didn't really mean anything by it..." replied Paul. (Reply Miles, anyone) (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - Ensign Miles O'Neill - 2116) "Well, every morning I do my martial arts training. Have to keep in the game in case security needs me. I also have degrees in history and politics. I center on historical tactics, so anything having to do with war tactics interests me. I agree, everyone seems fairly nice, although the counsellor I met seemed a bit pompous. He basically equated me with a mindless drone just following orders. Wasn't very happy about that... I'm sure he didn't really mean anything by it though... I hope he didn't really mean anything by it..." replied Paul. "You certainly don't seem to be a mindless drone to me." Miles said. "So you like war tactics? I actually like reading up on WWII, what a coincidence." (Reply Casely, any) (Posted by Matt Kirk) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - Ensign Paul Casely - 2118) "Well, every morning I do my martial arts training. Have to keep in the game in case security needs me. I also have degrees in history and politics. I center on historical tactics, so anything having to do with war tactics interests me. I agree, everyone seems fairly nice, although the counsellor I met seemed a bit pompous. He basically equated me with a mindless drone just following orders. Wasn't very happy about that... I'm sure he didn't really mean anything by it though... I hope he didn't really mean anything by it..." replied Paul. "You certainly don't seem to be a mindless drone to me." Miles said. "So you like war tactics? I actually like reading up on WWII, what a coincidence." "Actually, I have a masters in military tactics and tactical history. I was working on a doctorate when I decided to enter StarFleet. That's why I'm a bit older than most of the other StarFleet graduates. Hey, lets stop standing around and have a seat with some others. There are lots of people I still have to meet," stated Paul as he started to walk, leading Ensign O'Neill along with him. Paul could tell that Miles was a bit unsure of himself and not overly used to dealing with new people, however he was sure he could do something to break him of that difficulty. Paul moved into a more thickly populated area of Ten Forward with Miles in tow. Seeing K'Ven sitting by himself... Paul had thought he had noticed an altercation between the large Klingon and Gideon that had ended with him leaving Gideon and Onyx... Paul walked over to the big man. Looking K'Ven dead in the eye, Paul slammed his fist on the table K'Ven occupied smiled broadly and shouted, "We shall join you!" and began to sit down. (Reply O'Neill, K'Ven) (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - Ensign Miles O'Neill - 2118) "Actually, I have a masters in military tactics and tactical history. I was working on a doctorate when I decided to enter StarFleet. That's why I'm a bit older than most of the other StarFleet graduates. Hey, lets stop standing around and have a seat with some others. There are lots of people I still have to meet," stated Paul as he started to walk, leading Ensign O'Neill along with him. Paul could tell that Miles was a bit unsure of himself and not overly used to dealing with new people, however he was sure he could do something to break him of that difficulty. Paul moved into a more thickly populated area of Ten Forward with Miles in tow. Seeing K'Ven sitting by himself... Paul had thought he had noticed an altercation between the large Klingon and Gideon that had ended with him leaving Gideon and Onyx... Paul walked over to the big man. Looking K'Ven dead in the eye, Paul slammed his fist on the table K'Ven occupied smiled broadly and shouted, "We shall join you!" and began to sit down. ~I hope this guy knows what he's doing.~ Miles thought. He remained quiet as Casely talked, he didn't want to anger the Klingon. "And you, what is your name?" K'ven growled out at the new acquaintance. "Are you one of those petaQ that can not speak for themselves? Or do you speak out as a woman of your race?" "I'm Miles O'Neill, nuqneH." Miles said. ~Thank God for that Klingon dictonary I bought back in freshman year in the Academy. Unfortulately, I only remember a few other phrases.~ He thought. "So, you're the new Stragetic Ops from that exchange program. It's an honor to meet you." (Reply K'ven, any) (Posted by Matt Kirk) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - StratOps - Sogh la' Sutai K'ven - 2120) K'ven had just sat down to be by himself, one out of his natural environment, so he would not bother the others that were indeed in theirs. He had started to think whether or not he had just alienated the one person that he had held high regard for, Onyx. He was only partly annoyed that he might have done the same to Gideon. The only part of that was that he might have to use him in some manner in this new job and their feelings for each other might get in the way. Good intell was essential to strategic operations. Onyx would, as always, do her job no matter what she thought of the person she was working with. He had instilled that in her to a point, but, she already had it, he just refined it. K'ven was brought out of his thinking when the Ensign that he had talked to earlier started walking up to him with someone else in tow. The second one was in the uniform of one from Engineering. The Ensign walked right up to K' ven, then looking K'Ven dead in the eye, He slammed his fist on the table. "We shall join you!" He shouted then sat down. K'ven had to chuckle to himself at how much the Ensign thought he had learned from their initial converstion. K'ven had to give him the benefit that he indeed took the approach from strength not weakness as most non-Klingons tend to do. K'ven then looked at the Ensign that had accompanied Casely and sized him up instantly as Klingons always did. They automatically estimate their potentional opponent, their possible weaknesses and strength. That way he could not be taken by surprise. This ensign was six feet, possibly a bit over. He weighed possibly one hundred twenty five pounds, K'ven thought the man a little bit on the thin side, but, he would not let that cause him to underestimate the Ensign. He looked like the typical human male that most human women faun over, which, disgusted K'ven. "And you, what is your name?" K'ven growled out at the new acquaintance. "Are you one of those petaQ that can not speak for themselves? Or do you speak out as a woman of your race?" (reply from Casely, Oneill, any) (posted by Frank) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - Ensign Miles O'Neill - 2125) "It is nuqneH" K'ven pronounced it a bit slow so they could understand how it was correctly said. "If you want to speak Klingonese, then, say it right. And it is not what I want but you as you two came to me." K'ven did not mind others speaking Klingon to him as long as they pronounce it right. He did not bite this persons head off as he at least tried to. "Now, unless you do not have a position on this ship, finish answering my question." "I'm sorry, I'm the Assistant Chief Engineering Officer. Sorry about my pronounciation of the word, too, it was my first time talking in Klingonese to a Klingon." Miles said. "Assistant Chief of Engineering, that is a good and honorable position. Ships do not move by themselves. On a Klingon ship if the ship does not perform the way the captain orders, there could be less engineers. Does that happen on this ship?" K'ven was not sure but he figured that a ship of the Federation would not be so bold as to act like that. "I don't think so, although I hope it doesn't, I'd hate to lose my job...or life." Miles said with a smile. "I figured that." he grunted out as he was not surprised at the answer. "Drink with me." K'ven said as he ordered drinks for all of them. "Have some Gagh, it is not live but I guess it will have to do." "Sure. Hey, you only live once, anyway." Miles said. He watched Paul eat some of his Gagh, then saw him turn toward Miles. "You should try some Miles! Its quite good," he said nodding to the plate of Gagh. Miles nodded, as he looked at his plate. After quickly mentally preparing himself, he took a handful of the dead worms and put some in his mouth. ~Hey, they don't taste that bad. Kinda reminds me of chicken, but only a little.~ He thought as he chewed the worms. After swallowing all of them, he said, "These don't taste that bad, they're actually pretty good." "K'ven, I'm sure you find our food bland by comparison, but I would like to get us something from the part of Earth I come from. Waiter! Could you go to the replicator and get us some cretons and toast please," requested Paul. "Ummm... Sir, I'm not sure that is programmed," said the waiter confused. "Its there, I know, I programmed it myself!" said Paul. ~Cretons? What in God's name is a creton?~ Miles thought. He watched the waiter as he ate some more of the Gagh. The waiter returned with what looked like pinkish oatmeal. "This is a traditional food where I'm from. Its ground pig mixed with breadcrumbs and pig fat. Not terribly good for you, but what is that tastes good?" grinned Paul. "Reminds me of bacon-ized oatmeal." Miles said. "Eh, what the heck. Waiter, please get me a bowl of that, too." A few seconds later, the waiter returned with the same meal. Miles finished his Gagh, wiped his mouth, and started eating the creatons. ~I go from eating dead worms to bacon-ized oatmeal, what're the odds?~ He thought. "This is good." He commented as he ate. (Reply Casely, K'Ven, any) (Posted by Matt Kirk) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - StratOps - Sogh la' Sutai K'ven - 2125) "I'm Miles O'Neill, nuqneH." Miles said. "So, you're the new Strategic Ops from that exchange program. It's an honor to meet you." "It is nuqneH" K'ven pronounced it a bit slow so they could understand how it was correctly said. "If you want to speak Klingonese, then, say it right. And it is not what I want but you as you two came to me." K'ven did not mind others speaking Klingon to him as long as they pronounce it right. He did not bite this persons head off as he at least tried to. "Now, unless you do not have a position on this ship, finish answering my question." (Reply O'neill, Casely, any) "Assistant Chief of Engineering, that is a good and honorable position. Ships do not move by themselves. On a Klingon ship if the ship does not perform the way the captain orders, there could be less engineers. Does that happen on this ship?" K'ven was not sure but he figured that a ship of the federation would not be so bold as to act like that. (Reply from O'neill, Casely, any) "I figured that." he grunted out as he was not surprised at the answer. "Drink with me." K'ven said as he ordered drinks for all of them. "Have some Gagh, it is not live but I guess it will have to do." (Reply from O'neill, Casely, any) (Posted by Frank) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz - Ten Forward - ATAC - Ensign Paul Casely - 2129) "I figured that." he grunted out as he was not surprised at the answer. "Drink with me." K'ven said as he ordered drinks for all of them. "Have some Gagh, it is not live but I guess it will have to do." Paul looked at the dead worms laying on the plate in front of him and shuddered inwardly for an instant, making sure that he did not let his momentary hesitation show. After mentally preparing himself, he plunged his hand into the plate and grabbed a generous portion of the large worms and began to munch on them. He could feel their soft bodies collapse under his teeth and the explosion of their various fluids. Paul repressed a momentary grimmace and then blocked the vision of what they were form his mind. When he wasn't thinking about their invertibrate background, the dish was, he had to admit, rather tasty. Paul figured that given time he could learn to enjoy the Klingon delicacy. Paul then grabbed for the drink that K'ven had ordered for him, the strong smell denoted that it was definitely alcohol. Still with worms in his mouth, Paul drank deeply of the cup and swallowed. Not exactly polite by human standards, but eating and drinking was a serious business to the Klingons, not to be fettered with knives and forks and useless pomp and circumstance. As he ate, Paul looked over to Miles. "You should try some Miles! Its quite good," he said nodding to the plate of Gagh. (Reply from O'neill, K'ven) "K'ven, I'm sure you find our food bland by comparison, but I would like to get us something from the part of Earth I come from. Waiter! Could you go to the replicator and get us some cretons and toast please," requested Paul. "Ummm... Sir, I'm not sure that is programmed," said the waiter confused. "Its there, I know, I programmed it myself!" said Paul. (Reply from O'Neill, K'ven) Soon a plate of pink and brown mush appeared with a plate of toast on the table and the waiter hurried away. Paul took a generous helping of the mush on a piece of toast and began to eat. "This is a traditional food where I'm from. Its ground pig mixed with breadcrumbs and pig fat. Not terribly good for you, but what is that tastes good?" grinned Paul. (Reply O'Neill, K'ven, any others) (Posted by Frank) Stardate:2406.10.29 (USS Nimitz – The Bridge - CMO/2O – Lt. BigWill Kinkaid - 2245) Kinkaid felt the party atmosphere was getting too much of a bore for him, but Janet wanted to stay and mingle with the other crewmembers a bit longer, which he did not prevent her from do so. For Kinkaid, it was just about that time to report to the bridge for his shift, Beta shift. Without a First Officer, Kinkaid made his presence on the shift schedule ever so evident. The turbolift ride to the bridge was a bit unsettling for which it made Kinkaid take a couple of deep breathes before the doors slid open. Once on the bridge, the scene was quiet as the senior bridge officer on duty rose from the center chair and announced his presence. “Thank you, Ensign Hammock.” Kinkaid said. The ensign turned to Kinkaid and said, “So, Lt. How was the party in Ten Forward?” “ Well, Ensign, the party is still going on if you want to attend since you are off duty per say.” Kinkaid said trying to hint to the ensign that he was relieved from the center chair. Kinkaid’s mind was a bit preoccupied with his double duties. He knew sickbay was in good hands and that the patients were far from none with only two at the moment. Now as Second Officer, the reports were starting to be more demanding than his medical staff. Kinkaid, with the spare moment he had, accessed the duty officer’s log and began a new entry. “Computer began recording.” He said. The ever-so familiar computerized voice responded. [Acknowledged. Ready for dictation.] Kinkaid cleared his throat and said, “Second Officer’s log. Stardate: 2406.10.29. So far, I’m reporting nothing unusual as of yet, but with the very minor fluctuations in the ship’s power grid to the various department projects and experiments going on, it could be said that everything is ‘normal’. I wish I could believe that were true, but I cannot. With the changes in the crew and the repairs to the ship, one must see this as an issue. Well, that being said, I could only hope to end this shift with something that the Captain would be satisfied with. End log entry.” Kinkaid sat back in the Captain’s chair looking at the viewscreen to the stars wondering if his purpose was clear or was there more. (Reply Anyone) (Posted by Nathan M. Williams) Stardate:2406.10.30 (Academy Transport Shuttle 5- Passenger Lounge – Ensign Junior Grade Jon Carter - 0954) Jon was sitting in his chair very relaxed, though he was still nervous. He couldn't wait until he arrived at the Nimitz. He could see it on the view screen, and it was the most beautiful ship he had ever gazed at. He has dreamed of this day, a day that he could honestly look at himself and know that his grandfather would be proud. The pilot informed Jon that they had permission to transport over to the Nimitz and that if he would step on the tansporter pad, he would be on the Nimitz in a matter of seconds. ~Ahhhh tansporters, I can't stand the things. The thought of my body being broken up at a molecular level and being moved through space and rematerialized... it just doesn't feel right. I never liked it at Starfleet Academy, but I guess it is a part of my life now, better get used to it.~ Jon thought to himself. Nevertheless, Jon grabbed his bag and his guitar, and stepped over to the pad. He nodded to the pilot, and before he knew it he was no longer looking at the pilot of the transport shuttle, but a man not much taller than he was wearing a dress uniform. (USS Nimitz- Transporter Room 3 – Ensign Junior Grade Jon Carter - 0957) Jon looked at the mans collar, and noticed four pips. He knew that he was standing before his new commanding officer Captain Devan Sash. Jon stepped off the transporter pad, and laid his belongings on the floor. He stood to attention and said, "Cade..." Jon shook his head in doubt. He had been at the academy for four years, and it was habit to say cadet, but now he was an ensign, and that was something that would take getting used to. "Ensign Jon Carter reporting for duty sir!" Jon bellowed with eagerness. (Reply Captain Sash, any) (Posted by Jon Carter)