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Post by Ronin84 on Jan 20, 2010 15:09:00 GMT -5
"I'm not sure, I think so, Commander Campbell has me up trying to coordinate the dry dock engineers and our engineering teams as well as the damage control parties he has organized." She notes what you are doing and moves over to the Navigators seat. She notes the gauges and lights on the panel, "Interesting program you are running there, I've seen something like that recently at one of the Academy seminars." Standing up, "Well best to get back to work, again sorry for the confusion and really nice meeting you, sir."
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Post by Ronin84 on Jan 20, 2010 15:16:46 GMT -5
"Finns I gotta tell you the Enterprise is in orbit, she isn't staying long but...I know that you and Captain Kirk enjoyed a very interesting academy life, let's make sure you don't find any trouble alright?" Finnegan cracked a genuine smile. "Ahh and is it Captain now?" Finnegan's smile grew broader. He well knew that Kirk had his own command: the Enterprise's commander's exploits were famous throughout Starfleet despite Kirk's youth and relatively short time at the helm of his Constitution class cruiser. "Well, I'll have me hands full with the plebes on this ship. Just so long as th' good Captain doesn't rear-end us while we're in spacedock, I think he an' I will be able to coexist in the same square parsec for a wee bit." "Alright Finns, don't be trying any of your rogue skills on me, you know what I'm willing to do." "Finns it's good serving with you again, just try and stay out of trouble will ya?" (Nicole Ransom)
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Post by chgowiz on Jan 20, 2010 15:18:32 GMT -5
"I'm not sure, I think so, Commander Campbell has me up trying to coordinate the dry dock engineers and our engineering teams as well as the damage control parties he has organized." She notes what you are doing and moves over to the Navigators seat. She notes the gauges and lights on the panel, "Interesting program you are running there, I've seen something like that recently at one of the Academy seminars." I smile at her. "Indeed - and with the computer now able to allow for custom pilot programs, you can have someone slide in for one type of situation and someone else for another. By setting up the parameters right, I can now tune the station for my preferences as well as any setups that would increase efficiency and allow me to fly the ship better. Why I..." Standing up, "Well best to get back to work, again sorry for the confusion and really nice meeting you, sir." "Of course! It was a pleasure... Ensign. Please carry on - I hope to talk to you again!" The HELM beeps as the simulation finishes. I nod, a 3% increase over the standard THREAT response and only a 6% chance of structural failure if I have to dance over three axes while rotating, banking and moving zenith/azimuth while under fire and firing primary and secondary phasers. Much better than normal and something that I'd work to increase in the future. I insert my duty card and check of the tasks that I've completed for dry dock preparations and begin to work on the checklist for HELM outfit for departure.
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Post by Ronin84 on Jan 20, 2010 16:17:43 GMT -5
As you are going over the lists of programs you come across a set of programs labelled Chance 1, Chance 2, Chance 3 etc... up to Chance 20.
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Post by chgowiz on Jan 20, 2010 16:27:30 GMT -5
As you are going over the lists of programs you come across a set of programs labelled Chance 1, Chance 2, Chance 3 etc... up to Chance 20. "That's odd..." I murmur to myself. "Computer, who assigned these programs to my duty roster and who created them? What is the nature and parameters of them?"
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Post by Ronin84 on Jan 20, 2010 16:32:20 GMT -5
"Working"
"Those programs are Alpha Shift Helmsman Chance's programs."
(Chance was the Alpha Shift Helmsman under Captain Tracey)
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Post by chgowiz on Jan 20, 2010 16:39:15 GMT -5
"Working" "Those programs are Alpha Shift Helmsman Chance's programs." (Chance was the Alpha Shift Helmsman under Captain Tracey) I look around to see if anyone else is paying attention. "Computer, list the nature and parameters of each program named 'Chance' on this data tape - hardcopy only."
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Post by Ronin84 on Jan 20, 2010 18:17:26 GMT -5
"Computed"
"Printout to which station?"
The sensors beep, and you glance up to see two more Constitution class ships slide into station near the dry dock their station keeping lights blinking in a fashion to honor the Exeter.
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Post by chgowiz on Jan 20, 2010 20:00:30 GMT -5
"Computed" "Printout to which station?" The sensors beep, and you glance up to see two more Constitution class ships slide into station near the dry dock their station keeping lights blinking in a fashion to honor the Exeter. (OOC note: I am not as learned as these other guys on precise station names, so please forgive me if I go about this abstractly. My use of the various names for the Helm has been my own creation.) I'll indicate a station that isn't busy. When the printouts are complete, I'll retrieve them and look at them. Which ships are providing the honor? I'll make a note for the XO and Captain of it and continue my tasks. If there's a known code to flash in return, I will reply.
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Post by Ronin84 on Jan 20, 2010 20:13:46 GMT -5
"Computed" "Printout to which station?" The sensors beep, and you glance up to see two more Constitution class ships slide into station near the dry dock their station keeping lights blinking in a fashion to honor the Exeter. (OOC note: I am not as learned as these other guys on precise station names, so please forgive me if I go about this abstractly) I'll indicate a station that isn't busy. When the printouts are complete, I'll retrieve them and look at them. Which ships are providing the honor? I'll make a note for the XO and Captain of it and continue my tasks. If there's a known code to flash in return, I will reply. ((No issues, transfer it to your quarters we'll assume you can have something there.)) Glancing at the sensor data the ships are the Enterprise and the Constitution. ((Since you are in dry dock you really don't have an officer of the deck, but you are most likely one of the most senior on the bridge right now.))
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Post by szieser on Jan 20, 2010 22:21:33 GMT -5
The young ensign in the disheveled security uniform burst through the door of the Exeter’s thermonics lab.
“Hey, Long!” he chirped. “The new ‘old man’ is on board! He’s making..”
“Goggles!” came the shout from the tall man at the lab table. A stiff arm pointed alarmingly towards a cabinet on the wall.
Ensign Tate rushed to comply, and soon his fresh features were masked by the bulbous, orange safety lenses. He looked more than a little like some startled insect. “He’s making rounds with Ransom; you said you wanted to know when he got here. Hey, what’s going on...?”
Tate was looking at the setup on the laboratory table, which raised a few alarms in his head. Mounted on a small pedestal was a ruddy, delicate looking figurine. A nearby work frame held a Phaser 2, which was pointed at the little figure. The wide-eyed expression of the ceramic seemed to be begging Tate for deliverance.
“Here” Shen Long pushed a tricorder into Tate’s hands. “Make sure the scan focus stays on the figure. I may not get another shot at this.” His brow furrowed as he poked at the computer console he was hunched over.
Tate’s puzzled expression grew while he fumbled with the ‘corder. “Hey, isn’t that your souvenir from that Reglan dig?”
Long’s eyes rolled behind his goggles. “Artifact..not souvenir. Yes, this is a ‘tcho-thcu” figure from the main temple complex. The planetary governor gave it to me for all the work we did in the ruins. He even had a ceremony for it.”
“Isn’t that thing kind of rare?”
“Yup, it’s priceless.” Long quipped. “Start recording. Fire in the hole!”
Tate barely activated the tricorder as the bright blue phaser beam struck the artifact.
As the whine of the phaser filled the air, the statuette began to glow a pale blue color
Long nodded towards the figurine. “Now watch what happens when I increase the power” The phaser sound increased in pitch. Suddenly the blue outline of the artifact began to flash bright orange; first slowly and then increasing in frequency until it was a solid reddish color. Suddenly there was another bright flash and the ancient piece of clay vaporized. Long made a satisfied chuckle and turned off the phaser.
Tate slowly pulled off his goggles. “So, you gonna explain why…”
"I vaporized a valuable cultural artifact?” answered Long, crossing his arms and leaning against the worktable in a relaxed manner. “Easy. Did you notice the orange strobing effect when I increased the power?”
“Yeah..”
“That” continued Long in a lecturely manner “ was trace amounts of iron being excited by the phaser beam and reacting with the rest of the pottery. We’re talking micoparticles of it.”
"And….”
"And, the planet Reglan has absolutely no iron on it; not a speck. Never has. Really a stumper why, too. When I was stationed there, you even had to take extra iron supplements to make up for the lack of it in your diet.”
“So the figurine was..”
“A fake, yes.” Finished Long. “A really well done one, too. The traces of iron were so small I couldn’t even read them on a tricorder. I got suspicious by the arrangement of the artifacts in the dig. Too regular. Doctor V’tok was of a different opinion, however, and overruled me when I pointed it out. May explain my transfer here, in fact… Anyway, the site was public knowledge for twenty some years before we got there. My guess is Orion smugglers got there first and planted fakes so as not to arouse suspicion. V’tok is not going to be happy about this; not that a Vulcan would show it…” Long smiled, imagining the expression of his old superior.
“Anyway” he continued, snatching up the tricorder and ejecting the microtape. “Send this through the Starbase to Doctor V’tok on the Reglan colony with my compliments, would you?” He pushed the cassette into the Ensign’s hand and headed towards the door, which swished open.
Tate spun around confused” Okay…where are you headed?”
“The bridge” Long replied. “ I may have no idea how I got this posting, but I’d better start settling into it, especially now that Chou is onboard. I’ll catch you at lunch, Tate!” He headed off towards the turbolift.
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Post by Ronin84 on Jan 20, 2010 22:52:39 GMT -5
Leaving the lab it is a short walk to the lift but before you can get to the Bridge, the power goes out on the lift for a moment and then powers up again and then opens revealing a Bridge that is in the state of being put back together, panels are open and on the screen are two Constitution Class Starships holding station to the port and starboard side of the dry dock.
There is a Lieutenant at the Helm but everyone else appears to be dry dock personnel or Ensigns.
The science station is un-occupied though the panel beneath it is open and there are cables running across the floor behind the center seat to the Engineering monitoring station, where another panel is open and the cable runs into it. There is a sciences ensign and and engineering ensign speaking softly.
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Post by chgowiz on Jan 20, 2010 23:14:43 GMT -5
"Computer, print out to my quarters, Cabin 3-5A, Deck 9." Glancing at the sensor data the ships are the Enterprise and the Constitution. Helmsman's Log, Stardate 2268.298, Lt. Roundtree USS Enterprise and USS Constitution have paid respects to USS Exeter as they enter drydock. Note to the Captain and XO, appropriate signals via station keeping lights were returned. ---- The ENTERPRISE!!! If it weren't for the long list of tasks to complete and checklist items to doublecheck and verify, I'd be at the windows taking in the sight of that famous ship. The crew and storied officers were part of my inspiration and I would read over Lt. Sulu's reports and briefings as if they were talismans and shamanic rituals. Some of his maneuver and threat schemes I could recite in my sleep. I keep my excitement in check and continue on my tasks, ensuring that I'm not missing anything. There are a couple of minor glitches in the ASTROGATION plotter, but nothing that can't be compensated for and added to the maintenance report. As far as I can tell, aside from the Primary Phaser banks issue, HELM will be ready for departure.
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Post by rflowers on Jan 20, 2010 23:40:33 GMT -5
The office already had a very lived in look there were personnel effects on the desk. From the exam room music was playing, and from that door to the office walked an African male. "Ah, Doctor Sloan is it, Dr. Pearl." Putting his hand out to be shook. Sloan, his attention drawn to the items on his desk, extended a wandering hand to the man. "Glad to make your acquaintance, uh, Dr. Pearl..." He looked at Pearl, then at the framed picture on the desk. The people in the picture bore a decided resemblance to Pearl. Sloan was getting a bad feeling... (o/c : not sure if you want Pearl to have wife & kids, or maybe just a favorite nephew, so that picture can be anything)
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Post by thedungeondelver on Jan 21, 2010 0:23:56 GMT -5
Finnegan cracked a genuine smile. "Ahh and is it Captain now?" Finnegan's smile grew broader. He well knew that Kirk had his own command: the Enterprise's commander's exploits were famous throughout Starfleet despite Kirk's youth and relatively short time at the helm of his Constitution class cruiser. "Well, I'll have me hands full with the plebes on this ship. Just so long as th' good Captain doesn't rear-end us while we're in spacedock, I think he an' I will be able to coexist in the same square parsec for a wee bit." "Alright Finns, don't be trying any of your rogue skills on me, you know what I'm willing to do." "Finns it's good serving with you again, just try and stay out of trouble will ya?" (Nicole Ransom) "Nary a bit, Sir. Nary a bit. An', ah, Nicole - it's good ta be workin' with you again." Finnegan turned back to the board, satisfied that Ransom considered the "Kirk" matter closed - for now. With his suspicions supported by her, and the targeting subsystem now considered "evidence", immediate repair was no longer a priority. He stripped a slip of flimsy out of a feed roller and wrote in large "draftsman script" on it: TARGET MATRIX TQT - CAUSE UNDER INVESTIGATION - DO NOT REMOVE W/O CONTACTING LT. FINNEGAN. He stuck the note down on the console with a strip of tape on each corner. The "notification" was technically unenforceable as well as incorrectly issued. Security would place proper signage (and seals) on the console, but with a ship full of scrubs it was best to ward off the unknowing. Finnegan rapped the commo button on the wall. "Finnegan to engineering officer de Costa. I've completed my thorough evaluation of the targeting subsystems, and there isn't much left unless you're in need of the most expensive charcoal briquettes this side of Ceti Alpha VI. I've conferred with the captain and we're in agreement that this merits a closer look. The damage here looks deliberate, moreso than the other stunts the decontam team pulled. What I'd like to do is have a quick reroute from FiCon to helm - I can run firing solutions through the nav board if need be." Finnegan was sure to phrase what he said to imply that someone else spend their time flipping relays in sub-junctions along the ship's latitude, not him.
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