Grendelwulf
Lt. Commander
Second star on the...no... To Infinity and..no.. Ah-ha! Never give up, Never surrender! THAT'S it!
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Post by Grendelwulf on Feb 4, 2010 11:45:26 GMT -5
[ot] It's good to be the Captain...
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Post by Ronin84 on Feb 4, 2010 16:07:44 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! The shift grows quiet as the night goes on, the cables from before are cleaned up and the panels closed off. All of the panels that were opened earlier are closed and sealed, the lighting has come up quite a bit and it actually looks like a bridge. The view screen still shows the lattice work of the dock and of course the hum that you become accustom to from the warp engines isn't there, it almost feels like you are out there. Crewmen come and go, as being in dock technically does not require every position to be filled, there are a few manning stations. Being senior and filling both position of helm and duty officer the ensign at communications speaks. "Sir, receiving a hail from a private merchant outbound from earth, wishes to speak to whomever is in command."
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Post by chgowiz on Feb 4, 2010 16:24:40 GMT -5
I look up from my printouts of the mysterious programs for before. It seems as if there are indeed ghosts in the machine as the former primary helmsman left a treasure trove of information, programs, threat responses, cross references to individual ships and commanders...
The ensign is repeating her query. "Sir... the merchant?"
"Thank you Ensign." I look down at the Captain's command panel and punch a button. "I am Lieutenant Roundtree of the Exeter. I am the duty officer. What can I do for you?"
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Post by Ronin84 on Feb 4, 2010 16:55:03 GMT -5
I look up from my printouts of the mysterious programs for before. It seems as if there are indeed ghosts in the machine as the former primary helmsman left a treasure trove of information, programs, threat responses, cross references to individual ships and commanders... The ensign is repeating her query. "Sir... the merchant?" "Thank you Ensign." I look down at the Captain's command panel and punch a button. "I am Lieutenant Roundtree of the Exeter. I am the duty officer. What can I do for you?" "Captain Hatcher, merchant carrier Bottom Line, I've managed to pick up one of your crew, and I need to beam her over, may I?"
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Post by chgowiz on Feb 4, 2010 16:59:29 GMT -5
"Captain Hatcher, merchant carrier Bottom Line, I've managed to pick up one of your crew, and I need to beam her over, may I?" I pause a moment.. that's new. "Captain Hatcher, you have my thanks. May I speak to her to get her personnel information so we can verify her identity?"
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Post by Ronin84 on Feb 4, 2010 21:31:44 GMT -5
"Captain Hatcher, merchant carrier Bottom Line, I've managed to pick up one of your crew, and I need to beam her over, may I?" I pause a moment.. that's new. "Captain Hatcher, you have my thanks. May I speak to her to get her personnel information so we can verify her identity?" "Please, I would love to have her off my ship before she owns it!" "This is Lieutenant Deanna Carson, Starfleet ID number SS 19004 I, requesting permission to beam aboard." Quickly the ensign at Comms pulls up the data and that officer is assigned to the ship as a comms officer, recently on detached service.
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Post by chgowiz on Feb 4, 2010 23:11:55 GMT -5
"Please, I would love to have her off my ship before she owns it!" "This is Lieutenant Deanna Carson, Starfleet ID number SS 19004 I, requesting permission to beam aboard." Quickly the ensign at Comms pulls up the data and that officer is assigned to the ship as a comms officer, recently on detached service. I flip the COMM to the main transporter and notify the engineer on duty to expect an arrival. I then return COMM to the merchant ship. "Lieutenant Carson, you are cleared to beam over. Welcome to the Exeter. Captain Hatcher, you have my thanks for taking good care of our comm officer. Safe voyages." I note the arrival and communication in my log. I tell the ensign to let me know when she's arrived on board and I go back to my studies and duties. Once I've gotten a good outline of the mysterious programs, I'll begin to take care of my assigned HELM checklist and prepare for the departure. Tomorrow! Heading back out there!
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Grendelwulf
Lt. Commander
Second star on the...no... To Infinity and..no.. Ah-ha! Never give up, Never surrender! THAT'S it!
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Post by Grendelwulf on Feb 4, 2010 23:28:36 GMT -5
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. da Costa thought briefly of the suggestion he had been about to make to Lt Commander Brendel before Finnegan's incoming call interrupted them. Stop trying to be the shiny new lieutenant, Vince. This Big Fish has the lake covered..."Aye, sir. I will," he said as he momentarily glanced at the battle portrait again. "Have a good night." He turned and exited the Security Chief's office. Big Fish, Vince? Nah...that one is a Shark, he thought, remembering Brendel's smile as he talked to Finnegan. I wonder if the Lake is big enough for the both of them...His mind wandered off as he made his way back to engineering to return his EV-suit. Checking his duty list, he saw Chief Campbell had nothing else assigned for him till morning. Time to grab a quick bite and get some shut eye.da Costa headed for the nearest Mess Hall, curiously eyeing some crewmen near a ventilation duct. "Nothing," said one of the crewman to the other. "Just a few rat heads, like before..." Best not to ask, Vince. Keep walking. Sounds like one of the labs lost a few mice...or something that like to eat them...never mind it, whatever it is. You are too tired to deal with anything else right now.Arriving at the Mess Hall, he selected a random food card and pushed it in the replicator data slot. The panel opened, revealing a hot steaming tray. He took the tray to the nearest table, sat down and removed the dish's cover. MMM-mmm, you're in luck, Vincey boy, as he dug his fork and knife into the prosciutto-wrapped halibut, glistening in its sorrel puree sauce. When he finished eating most of it, he pushed the tray across the table to the grey cat with dark eyes sitting up on the chair opposite him. "Bon Appétit, Smokey." da Costa stood up and left the room. He entered the nearest turbolift, and headed for his quarters. A thought hit his brain suddenly as the turbolift stopped, opening its doors at his deck. Waitaminute, THAT was ....a CAT?!He laughed to himself. "Sure, why wouldn't it be?" Be careful, Smokey, there's sharks in these waters..., he smiled slightly. But then, you're giving Chief Brendel's men a good workout looking for you. Hah! It's probably his cat.da Costa entered his quarters to finally get a good night's rest. This ship is gonna just be FULL of surprises...[ot] A small something to those interested in such things: Click HereAlso of note, there is an old sailing superstition that it is an ill-omen if a cat leaves a ship voluntarily prior to its departure. [/ot]
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rflowers
Lieutenant
Beware Romulans bearing gifts!
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Post by rflowers on Feb 5, 2010 0:04:30 GMT -5
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. "Ah yes, Omega IV. Quite a tragedy." Sloan paused to take a drink of coffee. "Do you hope to test a hypothesis, prove a theory, while on board?"
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Post by Ronin84 on Feb 9, 2010 13:27:32 GMT -5
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. "Ah yes, Omega IV. Quite a tragedy." Sloan paused to take a drink of coffee. "Do you hope to test a hypothesis, prove a theory, while on board?" "While on board?" Chuckling, "I just hope we can make it there in one piece." Taking another sip, "We are a long term study, we will be down on the planet at least six months probably closer to a year." Glancing at you, "We have studied the exams that the Enterprise was able to complete and the genetic sampling is a 99.9 percent match to humans from Earth." Point a finger into the air, "This leads us to believe that they were taken from earth at some point OR they are some type of lost colony, but we have no records of anyone leaving Earth that long ago."
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rflowers
Lieutenant
Beware Romulans bearing gifts!
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Post by rflowers on Feb 9, 2010 23:31:24 GMT -5
Taking another sip, "We are a long term study, we will be down on the planet at least six months probably closer to a year." Glancing at you, "We have studied the exams that the Enterprise was able to complete and the genetic sampling is a 99.9 percent match to humans from Earth." Point a finger into the air, "This leads us to believe that they were taken from earth at some point OR they are some type of lost colony, but we have no records of anyone leaving Earth that long ago." "That's fascinating," said Sloan, meaning it. The unlikely distribution of humanoid lifeforms in the known galaxy was one of the grand scientific mysteries. "Now, I'd better give your staff's medical records a glance..." (What does he find? This assumes that Sloan can see them... I think they are around here, but I am unclear after looking over previous posts...)
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Post by Ronin84 on Feb 11, 2010 11:17:27 GMT -5
Taking another sip, "We are a long term study, we will be down on the planet at least six months probably closer to a year." Glancing at you, "We have studied the exams that the Enterprise was able to complete and the genetic sampling is a 99.9 percent match to humans from Earth." Point a finger into the air, "This leads us to believe that they were taken from earth at some point OR they are some type of lost colony, but we have no records of anyone leaving Earth that long ago." "That's fascinating," said Sloan, meaning it. The unlikely distribution of humanoid lifeforms in the known galaxy was one of the grand scientific mysteries. "Now, I'd better give your staff's medical records a glance..." (What does he find? This assumes that Sloan can see them... I think they are around here, but I am unclear after looking over previous posts...) Looking over the various sytlus that have been passed around you do find the medical records for the scientists, glancing at it, besides the usual allergies that have been treated it appears that all 24 members of the expedition are in very good health. ((Standard procedure would be to transfer the data to the ships computer via data card of tricorder.))
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rflowers
Lieutenant
Beware Romulans bearing gifts!
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Post by rflowers on Feb 11, 2010 23:46:35 GMT -5
Looking over the various sytlus that have been passed around you do find the medical records for the scientists, glancing at it, besides the usual allergies that have been treated it appears that all 24 members of the expedition are in very good health. ((Standard procedure would be to transfer the data to the ships computer via data card of tricorder.)) Sloan does the transfer. (o/c, And please forgive my brevity tonight!)
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Post by Ronin84 on Feb 17, 2010 12:00:57 GMT -5
Looking over the various sytlus that have been passed around you do find the medical records for the scientists, glancing at it, besides the usual allergies that have been treated it appears that all 24 members of the expedition are in very good health. ((Standard procedure would be to transfer the data to the ships computer via data card of tricorder.)) Sloan does the transfer. (o/c, And please forgive my brevity tonight!) (No issues) "Doctor excuse me but my schedule seems only to be getting longer, please come down again once we are under way and we can share stories." Standing and offering her hand.
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rflowers
Lieutenant
Beware Romulans bearing gifts!
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Post by rflowers on Feb 17, 2010 20:36:21 GMT -5
"Doctor excuse me but my schedule seems only to be getting longer, please come down again once we are under way and we can share stories." Standing and offering her hand. Sloan takes her hand briefly. "Thanks, it's been my pleasure." He nods to Gerrold Whittaker as well. Marcus will take his leave and visit his assigned quarters now, I think.
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