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Post by Ronin84 on Jan 28, 2010 8:25:41 GMT -5
"Yes, I'm Dr. Leist and this is my assistant Gerrold Whittaker." Moving to the area marked with her name. Mr. Whittaker smiles and just shrugs his shoulders. Moving in Dr. Leist has a desk and a few personal items displayed she offers a chair and ask, "Would you care for some coffee or something, doctor?" Grabbing a cup and pouring from a carafe, "It's been a logistics nightmare and promises made to us by Starfleet haven't come through yet." Whittaker sits down in another chair looking at a data slate and using a stylus he seems very busy looking for something. "I would love a cup of coffee, thanks. And what promises are those? I have to say, you may not be the only one on this ship who has been disillusioned by Starfleet lately..." Grabbing a second up with a smile pouring and passing, "Well first we were supposed to have access to the ship a week earlier, we were promised transporter priority and then when that failed shuttle priority, we have been lucky to get half of what we need on-board." Taking a sip and really looking at you for the first time, "So Doctor Sloan, what's your story?"
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Post by Ronin84 on Jan 28, 2010 8:42:04 GMT -5
Cross referencing the data from it, it is indeed one that was issued to the Exeter but was logged as being destroyed on 2267.196. It right now is in stand-by mode it is no longer being controlled or receiving any signal. "This drone is listed as destroyed on 2267.196," da Costa informed Lt Commander Scott. "Isn't that around the time the Exeter was listed as missing when she was affected by the Omega IV virus? Maybe the drone was ejected before all of her crew perished and was just presumed destroyed by the inspection teams that checked her out after..." da Costa 's voice trailed off. Afterall, it was the Enterprise that had initially brought her back to a starbase... "Nay lad the dates wrong we brought her in closer to 2268.117." Looking at the detailed scans, "Well beastie lete's cut your heart and see what happens." You can see he is going to block any signal and he also sets a drain routine through the transporter siphoning off the battery. The device slowly lowers to the pad and then with a few blinks of LED shuts off. No energy is coming from it now. The doors open and Commander Campbell walks in with two security officers from the Exeter."Ah Sir Scott you have already slew the dragon eh?" Chuckling. Laughing, "Well really it was your man da Costa here, did a nice job out there." Campbell looks over, "Well then lad, take the dead dragon here over to our castle and deliver it to security, these two will accompany you." Looking at Scotty and then you, "Nice job da Costa, now move your butt."
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Grendelwulf
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Post by Grendelwulf on Jan 28, 2010 10:49:59 GMT -5
"Nay lad the dates wrong we brought her in closer to 2268.117." Looking at the detailed scans, "Well beastie lete's cut your heart and see what happens." You can see he is going to block any signal and he also sets a drain routine through the transporter siphoning off the battery. The device slowly lowers to the pad and then with a few blinks of LED shuts off. No energy is coming from it now. The doors open and Commander Campbell walks in with two security officers from the Exeter."Ah Sir Scott you have already slew the dragon eh?" Chuckling. Laughing, "Well really it was your man da Costa here, did a nice job out there." Campbell looks over, "Well then lad, take the dead dragon here over to our castle and deliver it to security, these two will accompany you." Looking at Scotty and then you, "Nice job da Costa, now move your butt." "Aye, sir" da Costa snapped to attention. Almost slipped and said Your Majesty...He nodded to Lt Commander Scott wishing he had more time to talk with the Chief Engineer. But, Cheif Campbell wanted him to hustle. I'll have to send him a get well package for those broken ribs...but where can I get a case of scotch in this sector?He stepped onto the platform, EV helmet in one hand, and scooped up the drone with his other. There really has to be a redesign of this bulky helmet, how am I supposed...oh, well. He sighed as he placed it in his helmet. The two security officers hadn't missed a step beside him. "Lt Kyle, would you signal Exeter's Transport Room #3?" "Aye, I've sent them a signal." "Thank you." Tapping his helmet-communicator, "Exeter, this is da Costa, three to beam up." The transporter's energy swirl engulfed them, despositing them in an almost identical room aboard the Exeter. "Thank you, Ensign," da Costa said acknowledging the transporter operator. Stepping down from the platform, he turned to his escorts, "Well, gentlemen. Let's go." The security personnel picked up their step, coercing the young engineer to do the same. They exited the room and turned sharply right down the corridor. "I haven't had an escort like this since....well, since my last shore leave," smiled da Costa. One of the security pair glanced at him but said nothing. Okay, Vince. These boys are ALL business. Can't say that I blame them...heavy is the 'Red-Shirt' of Security...Fortunately, the Chief Security Officer's office was not too far, which is why da Costa selected Transporter #3. He hadn't met Lt Commander Brendel yet, as his engineering team had been sent directly by the station's security officer directly to the Exeter.
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Post by Ronin84 on Jan 28, 2010 11:29:21 GMT -5
The guards stop outside the door flanking it as you enter, the office lights are turned down except at the desk, showing a Lieutenant Commander at the desk. The rest of the office is neat and orderly there are two pictures on the wall, one showing a space battle from the Romulan War, with two NX Class vessels and three Daedalus Clas vessels engaged with four Romulan warships. The other is a portrait of a man, obviously an ancestor of Commander Brendels, the name plaque reads, Commander Michael Brendel "Old Ironsides". Looking up, "Ah Lieutenant da Costa so you have brought be a mystery wrapped in an egg I see."
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Post by rflowers on Jan 29, 2010 0:08:51 GMT -5
"I would love a cup of coffee, thanks. And what promises are those? I have to say, you may not be the only one on this ship who has been disillusioned by Starfleet lately..." Grabbing a second up with a smile pouring and passing, "Well first we were supposed to have access to the ship a week earlier, we were promised transporter priority and then when that failed shuttle priority, we have been lucky to get half of what we need on-board." Taking a sip and really looking at you for the first time, "So Doctor Sloan, what's your story?" For the first time since he came aboard, Sloan relaxed and sat in a chair. "Sorry about your troubles. I think the whole ship is inside out right now." From the cross-chatter he had overheard via intra-ship communications, he considered that Leist's observation was correct - they were indeed lucky to have even some of their equipment aboard. "Surely you don't have time to hear my story. But to be brief - I can see you're hard at work - I just came over from the U.S.S. Independence. This ship is larger. I have a lot to get used to. Now your turn. What's the project here?"
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Post by thedungeondelver on Jan 30, 2010 2:02:38 GMT -5
Finnegan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.
"Computer, do ya not remember the officer override I issued? Just cough up the data. Or tell me who specifically put the lock on it, and patch comm through this terminal so I can talk to 'em."
He resolutely shoved the tape back in and kept his thumb hovering over the slot, silently daring the terminal to challenge him again.
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Post by Ronin84 on Jan 30, 2010 7:00:29 GMT -5
Finnegan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "Computer, do ya not remember the officer override I issued? Just cough up the data. Or tell me who specifically put the lock on it, and patch comm through this terminal so I can talk to 'em." He resolutely shoved the tape back in and kept his thumb hovering over the slot, silently daring the terminal to challenge him again. WORKING LIEUTENANT COMMANDER BRENDEL ISSUED LOCKDOWN ORDER "This is Commander Brendel." The voice sounding a bit gravelly but otherwise alert.
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Grendelwulf
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Post by Grendelwulf on Jan 30, 2010 11:05:38 GMT -5
The guards stop outside the door flanking it as you enter, the office lights are turned down except at the desk, showing a Lieutenant Commander at the desk. The rest of the office is neat and orderly there are two pictures on the wall, one showing a space battle from the Romulan War, with two NX Class vessels and three Daedalus Clas vessels engaged with four Romulan warships. The other is a portrait of a man, obviously an ancestor of Commander Brendels, the name plaque reads, Commander Michael Brendel "Old Ironsides". Looking up, "Ah Lieutenant da Costa so you have brought be a mystery wrapped in an egg I see." "Yes, sir," the young Lieutenant replied, tilting his helmet and rolling the drone out into his other hand. Adding, with a small smile, "Presto!" He placed the ball-shaped device on the Lt Commander's desk then reached for his engineering tricorder. Pressing the data controls, a small chirp sounded from it. "You may also want this, sir," da Costa removed a small data disc from his tricorder. "It's a copy of the scanning sweeps I was making while the device was operating nearby. Energy scans hadn't detected it, but still, I haven't had the chance to go over all of the info on it so far." Brendel took the disc, eyeing the drone. "It's been powered down, so it shouldn't 'bite' anymore. If you..." da Costa was cut off by a sharp-toned signal from the comm on the commander's desk. Still looking at the drone, the Security Chief hit the intercom. "This is Commander Brendel," his voice sounding a bit gravelly.
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Grendelwulf
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Post by Grendelwulf on Jan 30, 2010 22:10:26 GMT -5
While Chief Brendel answered his comm, da Costa's eyes wandered to one of the portraits on the wall again...
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Grendelwulf
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Post by Grendelwulf on Feb 1, 2010 14:03:17 GMT -5
Stardate: ? Area: Main Shuttle Bay Amidst the hustle and bustle of cargo transport, a shadowy figure emerges unseen from one of the shuttlecraft... "Day 815, The Last Day of My Captivity...The First Day of FREEDOM!" the figure paused momentarily alongside the shuttle as several figures in starfleet uniforms walked by carrying boxes and equipment. "Hah! The fools! Little do they how I have used them. How unwittingly have they assisted me in my escape. I cannot be held prisoner for long." Sighing a moment's satisfaction, the figure hesitated only a moment and darted for the adjacent hallway nearest the side of the hanger bay. "My captors will taunt me no longer....those bizarre little dangling objects, torturing me night after night in my jail. How they would dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I were fed harsh rations of some strange, nearly undigestable muck. I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength..." Ahhh, the scent....it is here!The figure convulses slightly, vomiting on the deck silently. "I can hear the noises of more tormentors and smell the food." Suddenly, a starfleet officer stepped into the path of the hidden figure, carrying another piece of cargo. "Villains! You shall not take me!" The shadow, swift as lightning, wove around the crewman's feet as he was taking a step. "Wha..?" the crewman gasped, taken off-balance by the smooth shape between his feet. The box of cargo fell from his hands, making a resounding crash to the deck floor. Followed soon by the off-balanced officer. The figure darted away, "Hah, you are lucky there were no stairs...this time!" This thought was followed by an inhuman howl of delight. "The scent... the food...it is this way....!" The fallen officer glanced around, only to see a long tail disappearing around the corner... "Who's....cat?", he asked to the silent corridor. [o/t] NPC's are okay, right? I figured without a transporter being used, and no bio-filter to detect it, almost anything could sneak aboard... heh heh heh
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Post by thedungeondelver on Feb 2, 2010 9:54:38 GMT -5
"This is Commander Brendel," his voice sounding a bit gravelly. "Ah, commander Brendel. Good ta speak ta ya. This is Lieutenant Commander Finnegan, Weapons. I seem to be havin' a bit of a disagreement with the computer. I need ta access program logs for the PHAS6 console, an' it's tellin' me there's a security lockdown on that data. If ya could release it, I'd be much obliged." Finnegan tried to force as much conviviality in his voice as he could; he'd been beating his head against the problem since he'd set foot on board the Exeter (although it had begun as a simple repair job, he reminded himself) and was ready for the mystery to give way as all things usually did before his determination. The fewer people interposing themselves between Finnegan at point A and point B, the better.
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Post by Ronin84 on Feb 4, 2010 9:35:53 GMT -5
Grabbing a second up with a smile pouring and passing, "Well first we were supposed to have access to the ship a week earlier, we were promised transporter priority and then when that failed shuttle priority, we have been lucky to get half of what we need on-board." Taking a sip and really looking at you for the first time, "So Doctor Sloan, what's your story?" For the first time since he came aboard, Sloan relaxed and sat in a chair. "Sorry about your troubles. I think the whole ship is inside out right now." From the cross-chatter he had overheard via intra-ship communications, he considered that Leist's observation was correct - they were indeed lucky to have even some of their equipment aboard. "Surely you don't have time to hear my story. But to be brief - I can see you're hard at work - I just came over from the U.S.S. Independence. This ship is larger. I have a lot to get used to. Now your turn. What's the project here?" Smiling, "Right to business then..." Picking up a stylus and handing it over, "We are looking at cross cultural development." Watching to see if your eyes glaze over, when they don't. "Over the last few years Starfleet has found worlds that have developed cultures parallel to Earth, the odds are of course astronomical." Glancing at the stylus you can see logs from different ships and cultures that indeed parallel Earth's own, three of these discoveries were by the Enterprise alone. The first planet on the list was the last port of call for the Exeter, the Omega system, Omega IV.
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Post by Ronin84 on Feb 4, 2010 9:44:09 GMT -5
"This is Commander Brendel," his voice sounding a bit gravelly. "Ah, commander Brendel. Good ta speak ta ya. This is Lieutenant Commander Finnegan, Weapons. I seem to be havin' a bit of a disagreement with the computer. I need ta access program logs for the PHAS6 console, an' it's tellin' me there's a security lockdown on that data. If ya could release it, I'd be much obliged." Finnegan tried to force as much conviviality in his voice as he could; he'd been beating his head against the problem since he'd set foot on board the Exeter (although it had begun as a simple repair job, he reminded himself) and was ready for the mystery to give way as all things usually did before his determination. The fewer people interposing themselves between Finnegan at point A and point B, the better. "Ah LIEUTENANT I seem to be looking at your request right now...I also see that the system has been re-routed and that weapons are showing a green light." Moving to take a sip from a simple cup and slurp it quite loudly. "That would mean that the CRIMINAL investigation falls to this department, MY department." Smiling like a shark near a beach. "Thanks for the call though, look forward to our next conversation, Brendel out." Punching the button, and sitting back to look at da Costa. "Nice work on that issue with WEAPS, thanks for bringing this by." Glancing at the screen on his desk, "Da Costa...seems you've had a long day, look forward to talking more with you, stop by again." Smiling this time it seem genuine.
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Post by Ronin84 on Feb 4, 2010 10:31:52 GMT -5
Captain Chou looked out over the rock garden and reflected upon the patterns in the sand and pondered his orders.
Parallel cultural development on a planetary scale, this study was important to the Federation. The bad part is that we aren't doing the research, we are just playing taxi.
Hearing the paper door move, turning to see Raiko coming in, his wife of the last 15 years.
"Brooding, and don't deny it I can see it on your face." Pointing an accusatory finger at him.
"I am, this study is important and my people could handle it." The frown spreading across his face.
"You could but do you need to tie up a starship with that duty when a science team could do it as well?" Moving and putting an arm around his waist.
"Besides, a Constitution Class Starship needs to be among the stars not orbiting a planet for the next six months."
Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, "Well that's true but I wanted to show the admiralty that I can conduct research missions as well as handle Orion Smugglers, Kizinti Pirates and Nausicaan Freebooters."
Squeezing a bit, "Don't you think they know that, that's why they want you out there it's horrible what happened to Ron but this is your chance."
"It is, did you get a chance to review Ron's records?"
Tensing a bit, "I did and you know I can't say much but the work being done out there is good and the results are promising, he might never sit in the center seat again but he might be able to lead a good life again."
Looking up at him, "What time is Ransom stealing you?"
"0400, we have an all ships briefing at 0900." Smiling
"Well Captain, let's see what we can do about making sure you are in a better mood before that."
Opening the door and moving deeper into their home, the couple did not hear the very quiet whine of a motor as some type of electronic recording device moved away from the house....
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Post by chgowiz on Feb 4, 2010 10:54:53 GMT -5
"ATTENTION - IT IS TWENTY TWO HUNDRED HOURS - ATTENTION - IT IS TWENTY TWO HUNDRED HOURS - ATTENTION..."
An arm shot out of underneath the covers and smacked on the nearby desk until fingers reached the nearby terminal. A fumble.. more fumbling and then the fingers find the appropriate switch and flip it. A bleary set of eyes peeked out from under the cover and then a long groan.
--- Personal Log, Supplemental (.298)
I'm up for half the night duty, as directed by Commander Ransom. 6 hours of shut-eye is better than nothing, and I'll be able to sleep a few more hours for the Alpha duty cycle. I'm hoping to find a more ready ship, but I have a feeling I'll be working out and about for awhile. ---
"Computer, please have my duty checklist and assignments printed out, and please have any current mission briefings available on the bridge for me to review."
"WORKING."
Shortly, a sheaf of papers are waiting for me. I walk out of my quarters. I make a brief stop at the Rec/Mess Area and pick up some Vulcan tea. I have a rather awkward load with prints, tea and computer tapes, but I get it all balanced and make my way towards the turbo-lift. Two rather annoyed security personnel are peering into access panels and down engineering shafts.
"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty..."
That is absolutely the last thing I expected to see on a ship about to leave dry dock, but my few hours on the Exeter have shown that this assignment is going to be anything but the expected. The turbolift doors shhhhhhhssst open and I step in. Twisting the handle, I say the words that I always enjoy saying. "Bridge".
A few moments later, I'm deposited on a dimmed bridge. Far fewer people are here than from this afternoon, and most of the panels are in place. A few ensigns remain, and a couple of officers are huddled around the SCIENCE station, but overall, it's quiet. I peek in on the officers, whose uniforms mark them from ... Enterprise?
"Roundtree, I'm Charlie Duty Officer ... or half of it. What's going on?"
"Some last minute calibrations and programming that Science wanted. Commander Ransom ordered us to look in on it, we've got some last minute fixes from Commander Spock to integrate."
- SPOCK? We are indeed in good company, with the Enterprise helping out. -
"Carry on. Let me know if you need anything."
I go to sit in The Chair, and get ready to...
MRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!
I jump up and away from the chair, spilling tea, computer tapes and printouts. Good thing NAV/HELM were unoccupied, or they'd be wearing a mess. I turn around and a rather annoyed looking furry creature is racing off the chair and towards the now opening turbo-lift.
I bark a laugh and switch on the COMM.
"Security? This is the Bridge. If you are running an animal-control detail, the (ahem)intruder is now on the turbolift."
There's a stifled chuckle and laugh from the ensigns, but I try to regain a little bit of dignity and pick up my mess. We'll try sitting down in The Chair again... without company!
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