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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Nov 15, 2009 21:22:12 GMT -6
Location: Colonel's Ready Room
Sabina nods and lets the Colonel vent a little. She notices he looks tired, but then so does she. She's not going to mention it to him because she knows he has to do what he's gotta do, and he probably wouldn't listen to her if she tried to make him rest anyway.
“Head back to your office, and gather what information you can remember and we’ll debrief again in a bit, a more planned session. I’ll task several of Captain Zekdyn’s Officers to perform a detailed investigation of the area, but also work to keep it inconspicuous. I do appreciate you bringing the matter to my attention directly."
She nods and stands up. "Yes sir. I'll do that and be ready by the time you have a chance to come down to sickbay." Since he had informally dismissed her, she turns and leaves the office. She goes over to the turbolift and nods to others on the bridge before going into the lift and going down to sickbay.
When she reaches sickbay, she lets the investigation team into the morgue and goes to her office. She digs out an actual pen and paper- she had no idea if it was safe from being deleted again on the database- and writes down everything she remembers from the autopsy.
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Post by 'Chief' Bob on Nov 16, 2009 3:01:42 GMT -6
Location: Day 3 USS Mechanicum
Bob had taken on a more supervisory role now that they were docked. He had left a fairly large ‘to-do’ list for the repair teams of the Mechanicum, most of the repairs were necessary, but Bob added a few ‘special’ projects to the list in an attempt to spiffy up the ship, from an engineering prospective anyway. Like most things, Bob liked to ‘enhance’ everything from his tools to his ship. So he decided to overhaul the ship ‘lucky toolbox style’, adding a few surprises for the next time they might need, well, ‘enhancements’ for a fight. “Go Go gadget legs!!” Bob muttered to himself, a line that he got from one of his students that liked ancient earth broadcasts a little too much.
Usually Bob liked to be right in with the repairs, making sure everything was done to his specifications. But there was no way in Tartarus he was going to pass up a chance to snoop around such a fantastic feat of engineering prowess, and gather ideas for more ‘enhancements’ for the Cold Harbor. Bob was sure the CRV wouldn’t like him snooping around on his own, so he was out under the guise of finding replacement staff for the many that he lost in engineering. He had a padd with him with several prospects and he set out to interview them personally, who would be the wiser if he took notes on the Mechanicum and its projects at the same time?
Location: Perusing the Mechanicum
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Post by Ahn Lau on Nov 17, 2009 7:05:27 GMT -6
“Sgt. Major; my Ready Room please.”
He turned back, returned to his chair, and had just began to sit down when she had entered his Ready Room. He waived his hand to the chair opposite him at his desk, and accepted the offered PADD. He scanned through it while they talked “Sergeant Major; picked an interesting time to see me in action… I generally don’t strike my staff so frequently.” The warm and inviting smile that Samuel was known for accompanying his friendly personality held on his face. “But then again, after the last couple months; anything’s possible.” He laid the PADD down on the table, and looked directly at the Sgt. Mjr. “So, due to time constraints, I didn’t get to selected the newest additions to my crew; were you ordered here or crazy enough to volunteer?” He leaned back, in a relaxed, yet still authoritative stance, in his chair.
When she hears her name being called, she's reminded of school- when the teacher or someone was calling out names of students to come in and take a test or to dole out punishment. She smirks slightly at the thought and nods to the Executive officer, "I guess that's my cue. See ya later." Ahn wipes the smirk off her face and goes into the office.
She hands over her PADD with the orders, and is about to salute- as is only proper when greeting one's CO- but is waved to sit down in the chair before she gets a chance. She likes him as a commanding officer already, if he's not going to make her prance around formality like a dancing bear. She takes the seat offered to her, "I'm not going to judge you for that sir. He may have deserved it, for all I know." She smiles with a bit of a chuckle.
When he asked if she had been crazy enough to volunteer, she thnks for half a moment before replying. She didn't want him to think she was actually nuts- she certainly acted like it sometimes, but no mental health professional could ever find anything 'wrong' with her sanity. "Well sir, call me crazy then. But in my defense, I only applied for transfer to the CRV- no ship in particular. Regular Starfleet is way too boring for the likes of me." She smirks ever so slightly, with a twinkle of humor in her dark eyes. If he'd read her file, he knew that she was an excellent fighter- despite outer appearances and behavior. She was also 'antsy' and eager for any sort of excitement where she could exercise her skills.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Nov 21, 2009 10:44:20 GMT -6
Location: Ready Room
Colonel Grant watched as this small, and he really meant small, female walked into this Ready Room and took a seat at the offered chair. He found himself almost chuckling at the thought that this was his new MCO; it seemed almost ludicrous. However, he learned long ago never to take people strictly at ‘face value’, not to mention from experience it was always the ‘small guys’ (or in this case, small girl) that were the most dangerous in a hand to hand fight. "I'm not going to judge you for that sir.” Colonel Grant quirked an eyebrow “He may have deserved it, for all I know." The Colonel smirked, “As far as I was concerned, he did. That and last time I checked, I was the CO aboard this ship, which means I’m ‘right’ by default anyway; so there’s always that to fall back on…”
"Well sir, call me crazy then. But in my defense, I only applied for transfer to the CRV- no ship in particular.” He chuckled inwardly, of course she wouldn’t have picked ‘this ship’ if she’d have known; there was a lot of his crew that really disliked The Excelsior Class, for many reasons. Yet, Samuel always took solace in the fact that this single ship design, a ‘ship of the line’ vessel, was the longest lasting, and still in service and deployed ship, in Starfleet’s history; that had to amount for something. “Regular Starfleet is way too boring for the likes of me." He almost chocked on the recycled air in the room at the comment. “’Boring eh’? Well, Starfleet itself may appear a true nap-fest unless you’re into the exploration and discovery part of what ‘we’ do. Me, on the other hand, I always preferred to let those better suited to the politics and diplomacy do the first contacts and ‘go where no one has gone before’; I much prefer to protect that which is ours.”
He took a deep breath. “Being a member of The CRV is a dangerous commitment; we’re assigned all the dirty and dangerous missions, black box styles missions, assignments that aren’t supposed to be popular knowledge; and there’s a reason for that.” He leaned back in his chair, and crossed one leg another the other “Our last mission, our 1st mission, we took almost 50% casualties aboard this ship as a whole… 50%... I don’t know if you know the compliment of an Excelsior Class, but it’s almost 800 personnel.” He waited a minute to make sure the math sunk in. “Things are going to dicy in a hurry, and it’s my expectation that my entire crew, especially my senior staff, even more critically so my Security and Marine Details, are professional and efficient enough to make sure that we do what we came to do, and make it back alive, each and every time. We plan on getting ‘shot at’ more then the usual Federation Starship; it’s in our job description.” Colonel Grant smiled.
He tapped several keys into the PADD he had, and returned it to her. “Here is the location to your Office, your Quarters and The Barracks. As soon as you can, please get down to The Barracks and re-do your personnel roster. The Marines, as expected, my like our Security, took the brunt of the casualties; make sure you mix-match the squads with a combination of FNG’s and Veterans. Get them training and get them ready to go; we’ll be departing this… this… ‘dock’ (he said oddly, still not completely sure exactly what they were in) almost as soon as we’re repaired. I haven’t heard anything yet, but I’m sure they already got something for us to do.” He smiled, then asked “Do you have any questions or concerns for me?”
Location: Ready Room
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Post by * Cold Harbor Story / Action * on Nov 21, 2009 10:59:09 GMT -6
* Cold Harbor Story / Action * Incoming Message for Doctor Sabina Jackson; from USS Mechanicum Medical Ward:Doctor Jackson, This is Chief Surgeon Mary Redding aboard the Mechanicum. In accordance with transfer orders I’ve received from CRV Command, I’m sending over the necessary replacement medical personnel needed to bring The Cold Harbor up to full staff; at least medically speaking of course. I ‘hear’ that you had a rough couple weeks, but seeming that everything within The CRV is classified and distributed on a ‘need to know’ basis; that’s all I know. The transfer will be for 22 medical personnel; including 3 surgeons, 2 full-fled doctors, a xenobiologist specialist and multiple RN’s and Orderlies. Best of luck; and keep that smock clean! Warmest Regards, Surgeon Redding Cold Harbor Departmental Ship Notice:All departments will receive replacements for the casualties suffered, in addition to having the weapon stores (torpedoes, etc.) and the armory restocked to full capacity. Sciences, Medical, Security, Marines, Operations, Tactical, Engineer, etc. Please feel free to make any posts regarding this as necessary. Cold Harbor Ship Repair Notice:The Cold Harbor has been under repair for almost a week now, and is considered at 75% capacity, with main systems still being overhauled and repairs; however, all the hull breaches have been repaired and the warp core re-installed. Estimated remaining repair time (10 days; game time / less then a week real life time).
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Post by Ahn Lau on Nov 21, 2009 19:55:18 GMT -6
Location: ready room
She listens to his speech about the missions they had faced and the future missions they were likely to face. Her expression becomes businesslike. "If you're trying to scare me, sir, it's not going to work. I'm good at surviving. I will also do my best to train the marines to survive as well. The casualty count won't be as high next time if I have anything to do with it."
She takes the PADD back from him and listens to his orders for her, nodding at appropriate intervals to show she understands. He asks if she has any questions and she shakes her head in response. "No sir, but I probably will once I have had a chance to see the facility and the troops. I hope they are better diciplined than the last group I had to train. They were quite... immature." She smirks slightly, remembering the pains she'd given them for their childish flirting with her while they were supposed to be training. Ahn stands up, "If there is nothing else, sir, I'll get to work."
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Nov 22, 2009 8:49:57 GMT -6
Location: Ready Room
“No sir, but I probably will once I have had a chance to see the facility and the troops. I hope they are better disciplined than the last group I had to train. They were quite... immature." He arched an eyebrow, and failed to conceal the smile that sprung up. He had a fair idea of what she was hinting at, but being the CO, he simply nodded. “If there is nothing else, sir, I'll get to work." He shook his head, side to side, and rose in his chair with an outstretched right hand to shake hers, “Good idea; I’d like the first status reports on the Marine detachment in 18 hrs.” He smiled, and went to sit back down, but stopped in doing so, just as she was beginning to depart his Ready Room “Oh, and Sgt. Major.; welcome aboard.” He smiled, and upon her leaving activated and worked on the small computer console on his desk.
Although the past battle had been over for almost two months, it still wore heavily on the crew of the ship, with each person taking it differently. Colonel Grant already was aware of 37 cases of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder to such a degree that the crewmembers had to be relieved of duty and sent for evaluation. But his was his Senior Staff he worried the most about, as they’d suffered some casualties as well; hence the reason Ahn was aboard now. Some of the Senior Staff were taking it easier then others; Captain Zek’dyn, himself, Tam and even Chief Murkeye, but he’d always seen them as ‘battered warriors’ in one form or the other, combat not being foreign to them. But to people like Doctor Jackson and Kail Giral’i; things such as these could destroy a person.
Doctor Jackson seemed to be holding up alright, all things concerned, but he knew she was still hurting and in a messed up state; but she was dealing with it in her own way, which he respected, and always felt that it was better to leave someone alone while they worked to deal with it themselves. But, Lt. Giral’i, had barely been seen or heard from in some time, and Colonel Grant was very concerned. Having completed what he could get accomplished at the moment, he decided it was necessary to go for a walk; which just happened to take him to Kael’s Science Lab.
He chimed the door, which opened immediately, and stepped in softly, looking around for his Science Officer. He found her hunched over a console, her skin paler then he thought it should be (yet, not sure given her truly single unique nature and the only one of her kind Starfleet had serving with them and Grant had ever seen), and she seemed tired. He coughed softly into his hand, thinking that she probably didn’t hear him come in. “Lieutenant? Status Report.” Not wanting to dive into anyone’s personal business if it wasn’t warranted, he figured he’d start with a professional approach and get a feel of her status with a duty bound question. He knew he didn’t 100% himself, being exhausted and not sleeping much in the last 40+ days either, but at least he carried it well; the exhausted look didn’t soot her well.
Location: Main Science Lab
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Post by Kael Giral'i on Nov 24, 2009 8:37:29 GMT -6
Location: Science Lab
Kael had been absorbed in reading over a report from the outpost when she heard the door chime. She recognized the sound of Colonel Grant's footfalls, but only turned when he coughed. In truth, she suspected he was here because of her conspicuous absence from view. It was unbecoming a Senior Officer, and she knew that all too well, which is why she was loathe to face him now. Yet face him she did and gave a respectful nod, "Colonel."
"Lieutenant? Status report."
"As you can see," she waved a hand about her lab, "they have been working on my systems, but obviously most of my science equipment is lower on the priority list for repairs. If I can have half this equipment up and running by the time we're done I will feel like I've accomplished something. Additionally, I've been trying to sort out the data we retrieved."
She picked up a padd that she had been using to transfer her information onto for the purpose of giving it all to him later. His visit offered her an opportunity to do just that.
"Most of the files downloaded from the outposts computers were heavily encrypted. I have only been able to hack into a few reports and to be honest, I expect that if Starfleet HQ knew I had done even that they would be less than pleased." She shook her head a bit at what little knowledge she had gleaned from them. She failed to understand the need to play god. As a scientist she was interested in discovery and understanding, but not control and manipulation. "I would not be surprised if they take all we have on this case. It was a mistake of the highest order from what I can tell."
It was perhaps out of place for her to say such a thing, but she didn't feel anything about it. No anger or indignation towards Starfleet. It simply was what it was to her. Even the lives that were lost did not weigh on her the way it would others, that was simply their path and she accepted that. The real struggle within her now was not over the death toll, or the violence. It was a battle of whether she was in the right place. She was not a warrior. In fact, Kael felt more like a liability. A weak link in the chain, and she did not want to jeopardize their missions with that weakness.
Location: Science Lab
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Post by Ahn Lau on Nov 24, 2009 19:52:28 GMT -6
Location: Colonel's ready room
Ahn returns the handshake and smiles when he welcomes her aboard. "Thanks sir." She turns and leaves the office. The handle of a knife sticks out slightly from a sheath tied around her waist. Just like some- usually security- always carried hand phasers, she almost always had at least one knife on her. It was a lesson she had learned early in her training- you're far more likely to get injured or killed when you are unarmed.
She passes back through the bridge, nodding at her new colleagues. She gets into the turbolift and goes down to where her map indicates the barracks are. She saunters into the barracks as casually as possible. The few who are there don't seem to notice her, which is good so she can see how good they were at keeping things clean without her. She posts a notice near the door that things had better be ready for inspection by the start of the next duty shift and the preliminary training and practice schedule. After their first session that evening, she'd be able to get a handle on their abilities and turn in her report. She then goes to her office to redecorate.
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Nov 27, 2009 10:28:07 GMT -6
Outgoing message to Surgeon Redding, USS Mechanium
Dr. Redding,
Thank you for sending more staff. We have had a rough time recently, you are correct. I will be perscribing myself some rest for a few days as soon as I can get the new people situated. If there is someone in your department who is qualified to perform maintence on an Emergency Medical Hologram, please advise them that ours needs some routine maintence. It was active for a long time over the past several weeks, and our engineers are too busy right now.
Good luck to you as well,
Dr. Sabina Jackson
After sending the reply to her message, Sabina goes back to main sickbay. The new nurses were getting shown around by Nurse Davis and Nurse Green. The new doctors were being shown the offices, as she had already given them an orientation to the main sickbay area when they had arrived. She had been quite surprised by their sudden appearance, as she had not checked her messages to find out that they were coming. However, she had been grateful for their presence and had given them the grand tour upon finding out that they were staying. Having more staff would take a bit of getting used to, but she knew life would be much easier with them around to give her a break. She had drafted a duty rotation also, and posted it up on the board. She then goes and joins the new nurses and orderlies on their tour, introducing herself and getting to know them.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Nov 28, 2009 13:06:30 GMT -6
Location: Science Lab
"As you can see," Colonel Grant listened, "they have been working on my systems, but obviously most of my science equipment is lower on the priority list for repairs.” Grant couldn’t disagree, but she made it sound a little directed, so he felt he needed to be slightly defensive “Well, in all fairness, she is a ship of war; not of exploration… exactly…” he shrugged too “If I can have half this equipment up and running by the time we're done I will feel like I've accomplished something.” He nodded as he walked towards her, closing the distance a bit. “I’m sure we’ll be able to spare an engineer or two.” He smiled disarmingly as he spoke.
“Additionally, I've been trying to sort out the data we retrieved.” His eyebrows raised, in both interest and astonishment; he hadn’t really forgotten that they’d obtained the files, but considering what had occurred, he was surprised that she was able to make any headway at all. “Most of the files downloaded from the outposts computers were heavily encrypted. I have only been able to hack into a few reports and to be honest, I expect that if Starfleet HQ knew I had done even that they would be less than pleased." Colonel Grant nodded again, “You’re probably very correct; which is why, for the moment, we’ve ‘delayed’ submitting my full report. They got the basics of what happened, but I was purposefully ‘vague’ on some of the details."
"I would not be surprised if they take all we have on this case.” He agreed, again “Actually; I think they already did take some things. I was just recently informed that ex-first officer’s body, Mr. Tyler, has ‘disappeared’ from the morgue, along with a lot of records and information on him; with no explanation. Not to mention, now, there is a ‘new’ Tyler assigned aboard this ship, a ‘Brett Tyler’, who’s supposed to be our new First Officer. The son of a bitch looks just like Branson did too; so I’m really confused. But, orders are orders and everything checked out, at least as far as records and orders go.”
“It was a mistake of the highest order from what I can tell." Colonel Grant nodded yet again, and leaned on one of the counters near Lt. Giral’i “Same here. Mankind has no more right to play God now, then we did centuries past; it didn’t work then, and it didn’t work now. Unfortunately, as with always the case, a lot of good people had to die as a result of it to remind Man of their limits.”
He rested his backside on the counter, and crossed both hands over the PADD he habitually carried around with him; his personal phaser clinking against the counter as he took on a relaxed stance. “Aside from your ‘in need of repair equipment’, and your justifiable concerns on our past mission… how are you holding up; you look… distracted… more so then I.” Kael was very unique, and irreplaceable in her own right; her talents in the sciences made her stand out, and the fact that she was the only one of her kind in the CRV (let alone Starfleet) was enough to make her an iconic figure. But, in a way that reminded him of his Ann, she had a naïve innocence, yet shielded in a warriors armor.
Location: Science Lab
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Brett Tyler
New Member
Cold Harbor Executive Officer
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Post by Brett Tyler on Nov 29, 2009 9:17:40 GMT -6
Status – Day 03 [/b][/center] A holographic figure stood before him; it held a high level secure feed that no 1 on board the Cold Harbor could detect nor on the moving station. ‘Brett’ stood right in front of this man as he addressed him of the situation. “ You must understand my disappointment of this commander. I heard so much potential in him from you. It was a rude awakening, Director. If you want the funds to continue to the CRV division, our arrangement must be maintained. It wasn’t like you were fully out of control of the unfortunate….. well you know. I will not take any hard feelings of your pupil, Grant. The experiment was needed and don’t be disappointed as you granted this. Though I cleaned up the mess and all traces of it was disposed, however not forgotten.” ‘Brett’ Tyler stood as a full body holographic image in the Ready Room of the Director General Macharius and ‘The Institute’. There was no response from ‘The Institute’ or any representative hologram. It was assumed ‘Brett’ also spoke in their listing behalf. “ Now I was sent here for a request from you. I heard you directly ‘spoke’ to this Drak. I haven’t had the pleasure in seeing this thing. As you know ‘The Institute’ lend you records of the Drak. Now you have a specialist on board” As he spoke with no intimidation; the 2 men were of no equal level nor any same division. Where the Director couldn’t touch him but it was in trust that ‘Brett’ would continue to be the trusted right or left hand of Colonel Grant. Even if the face of Tyler was that of Branson’s. Trust here was inexistent, however must be made. ‘Brett’ closed the connection and head out to Sickbay to meet this lovely woman, the Doctor. There was a quality of this female that came over him. He even felt in the other men on board the ship great interest of her. He had decided to go to have himself cleared for all intense purposes. As the armament must be maintained. Also he had already expected that the crew would try to look for Branson. ‘Brett’ would simply allow the to do so, he wouldn’t get in their way. As he had no knowledge of this Branson Tyler so he had nothing to lie about. Once he arrived in Sickbay he chimed in front of the Doctor’s office. Wasn’t aware if she was there or had stepped out. As he waited for Doctor Jackson or of her staff to address him. As XO he had the right to look through the new personnel that arrive from a terminal outside of the Doctor’s office. There was something there he found most interesting. A notation of an exchange officer, a Xenobiologist. The information didn’t say more then a few simple lines nor a name or which non Federation body would it be coming from. He smiled and greeted those in Sickbay; he did notice a few who acted oddly. It was his job aside from being XO; he noticed the body language they were hiding something or in search. He chuckled inwardly in a idea what that was. Post location records - Location Start - Command Deck, Bridge. Location Mid – Deck 2, His Quarters. Location End – Deck 7, Main Sickbay.
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Dec 5, 2009 10:04:50 GMT -6
Location: Main sickbay- surgical suite
Sabina had been showing her new surgical staff around the surgical suite when an orderly came in and tapped her on the shoulder. The orderly points out the window and she can see the new XO standing outside her office- where she obviously wasn't answering summons because she wasn't in there. She thanks the orderly and he goes back to what he had been doing.
She isn't exactly happy to see this Brett Tyler. He reminds her too much of his homicidal doppleganger. She suppresses a shudder and reminds herself that he is a different person- or at least she can hope that he is. She takes her leave from the surgical suite and goes out into the main ward over to the XO. "Are you here to get approved for duty, sir?"
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