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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 1:45:18 GMT -6
Posted by Sergeant Major Charles Hooper Location: Turbo LiftHe watches Arishela action but doesn't say anything, he then watches her exit when the doors close he laughs "I wonder which is more offensives a NCO over her, or a Diplomat/CNS as AXO" he says to him self as the doors open and he exits onto the Marine Barracks Location: Marine Barracks
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 1:46:01 GMT -6
Posted by Second Lieutenant D’Nal Akhiy tr’Keras Location: Main Bridge D'nal works on the sensors he thinks fvadt the lloann'mhrahel the Rihannsu Empire would never send a ship out like this" as he connects up some wires "A Diplomat/CNS as AXO on a war ship the lloann'mhrahel is full of feanna-a"He has his head buried buried in the Console rerouting things on the circuit board their is the smell of solder as he solder's the circuit board "An NCO as 2nd Officer no wonder the lloann'mhrahel all most lost the war" he thinks "They would have, if we didn't ally with them" he thinks Location: Main Bridge
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 1:46:53 GMT -6
Posted by Ann At the time she was standing on the side of the wall in Cargo Bay Four, horizontally…she was in a trance. The fighter craft and she were doing whatever Drak stuff they did together. The comm. goes off…she was a bit surprise that the comm. that she had from the Terrasect still worked, that Sam had gave her. It was worn down by nearly two years…at least for her it was that long but in this reality only three months. “Colonel Grant to Ambassador Ann, could you meet me in the Observation Lounge on the Bridge?” She pulled her wrist to her mouth, “Okay…on my way…” [ her combadge is placed on her wrist under her sleeve] Ones she got to deck one…where the command was. She looked at how everything seemed to be ‘fracked’. On top of that along her way here was in or worst condition. She stood there for a moment…it was like a train wreck that you just can’t look away. She pondered, ‘if this was my vessel…I’d high jack the Terrasect or any near by starship.’ She pulls back her hair and makes her self pretty…before leaving her fighter. She changed back in her Drak uniform…the all black and the display of weapons she always carried with her. She jumps up and down…like a kick boxer, before entering the Observation Lounge…she pondered to herself, ‘wish I had a mirror…’ She breathes deeply and walked in. Ann’ walked in before giving him a chance to speak she said, “Hey you…” She gave him a small playful smile, “Ambassador Ann’? I kinda like that sound…I feel so important like Attaché Tra’Shydaa Mahck from… yah anyways. How about just Ann’ from you!” She gave a small giggle, “But for the others Lord or Ambassador Sy’Sour. Ann’ is really just a nickname not exactly my real name…”Ann’s hands were in her front pockets and gave a playful shrug. It was rather strange to see her in this playful way…could almost ignore how she was dressed as a Regional War Minister. On ether side of her waist and upper legs her has three holsters for her paired Tonfa… Sai… and Firearms. Along her arms had organic cybernetic equipment…for what purposes it had been unknown for the moment. She was clearly out of her mind of duty and was too busy thinking of Samuel.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 1:47:25 GMT -6
Posted by Sabal Location: Counselors OfficeLt. Branson shook her hand and said “It is an honor to meet you Miss Ithra. You can just call me Branson; I like to have simple names when just talking. It helps everyone not ‘feel’ strange.” “I agree, please just Sabal, it’s not so tongue twisting” [/color]she replied and laughed at the irony of the comment due to her lack of a mouth. She nodded for him to continue. “I spoke with the Colonel, I suggested if you are willing miss. The ship as you can see isn’t all together just yet, however with a little teamwork. It should be good as new but I feel if we can work with you. It will promote a good bond or develop a bond with our family, the crew. With your new knowledge and your perspective I think we can reach our goals to get this boat sailing. So, what I’m trying to say are you willing to help us? It’ll help the crew get pass the unknown of you and get to know the real person that you are. Regardless if you decline I completely understand and I honor your decision.”“Certainly I will help; my ship and I are at your disposal. Most of my experience is being a fighter pilot, but I’m also a fairly competent Engineer. My ship Feyln doesn’t need my guidance to operate on her own and she will take orders from anyone that I tell her to; she can help bring supplies over and run reconnaissance, but if we are to do any fighting she will need me riding her. Just let me know where we’ll be most useful”Location: Counselors Office
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 1:48:42 GMT -6
Posted by Lieutenant Branson Tyler As they talked in the Counselor's Office, he appeared to be glad that she accepted on helping them on repairs. Aside upon asking your help, since you are here. I would like to take some time to get to know you a bit, if that is all right with you Sabal? Like you and the ‘other’ alien that doesn’t come from this realm or reality, which ever is best to call it? Am just curious with a race so advance then us. How do you feel working with inferior races like the Federation? Branson asked her in a curious but blunt manner, which to him it was quite normal.
Not heard of but not often to we get visitors from a completely different reality or realm. I could only imagine how it is like as you are experiencing it now. When I did my reading the past encounters with your race. I had similar feelings from the crew, however I try to remind my self to be open minded. To see out side the box so to speak. Tyler was Bull Sh!ting of course he didn’t have any fears or feelings at all. As he saw Sabal he looked at her like any other person in this case a creature. His logic of things was simple of Black and White and rare cases of gray.
He would give her able tie to answer as he continued talking and asking. This act of being so talkative was completely out of his typical character. Back in The ‘Institute’ when he was submitted he started very different to whom he was now. He was a loner that often didn’t speak, would write complex mathematical theories and formulas. Often using what he saw in things around him in part of his own unstable reality of the reality.
Anyways I would love to get to know you more and have the chance to earn your trust. As if you have any problems with any of the crew or just would like to talk. Please. Please don’t hesitate to send me a message. My door is always open, even to a quite unique person as your self my dear. Before Branson would get tired just be pulling words out of his bum to pretend to be pleasant or caring but now he could do it as easily as walking. So. Got any questions for me? If not. I’ll give you more on where we need help and I’ll send you over but what would be your best in engineering so I can better to ascertain where you could be best be helping. He thought the 2 major important areas would be defense and propulsion.
He quickly thought that the other one, the 'Drak' hopefully was as 'kind' as this one to help. By having two advance races this heap of junk of a Starship would have a fighting chance to just get out of space dock. Also he thought an encounter of the 2 aliens would prove an interesting paper. 2 war races from 2 complete different realities interacting. Would it be similar to an ant meeting a termite for the 1st time or other? He wondered to him self but didn’t appear to have his mind drifting as he was in front of Sabal. His posture was as he was when he was talking with her then and maintaining the same level.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 1:49:11 GMT -6
Posted by Captain Mark Danrea (Resigned) Location: observation LoungeMark walked out with the others and would make his way onto the bridge.Location: Main Bridge Looking to the Ops Officer. " Can you get on the horn for me and call all the Fighter pilots to the Hanger bay.. Also get a hold of the station and let them know I want full store's of supplies for my fighters." He would make his way out of the Bridge and to the Turbo lift.Location: Turbo lift"Computer Hanger bay."
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 1:50:00 GMT -6
Posted by Second Lieutenant D’Nal Akhiy tr’Keras Location: Main BridgeD'nal pulls his head from inside his console and sees Captain Mark Danrea leave before he could reply Opening the ship Com All fighter pilots report to Hanger bay, All fighter pilots report to the Hanger bay" he then opens a com to the station "Clod Harbor to Station Ops Captain Mark Danrea wants full store's of supplies for his fighters." "Station Ops to Could Harbor tell the Captain we are working as fast as we can" "ie" he replies Opening a com to Captain Mark Danrea "Captain Danrea they are working on it as fast as they can" he says Location: Main Bridge
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 1:50:30 GMT -6
Posted by Captain Mark Danrea (Resigned) Location: Turbo lift"Thank you Lt tr'Keras.. "Mark would close his eyes and would relax for a few.. there was a lot that was needed to be done an he needed his teams to be ready for anything.Location: Hall to Hanger bayGetting off the Turbo lift he would make his way to the hanger bay..
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:03:55 GMT -6
Location: Observation Lounge
Samuel nodded in succession as the officers made orders, decisions and priority lists then exited the Observation Lounge. As the Romulan, Lt. D'nal, saluted him, Samuel nodded. Aside from the fact that he thought constant saluting was impractical, and personally annoying, he was struggling with the fact that a Romulan was aboard his ship, let alone a member of the Senior Staff.
Sam had to mentally slap himself, he was an officer, a COLONEL for God’s sake. Although he was sure it was some unnatural act of cruelty that the cosmos was playing on him, and regardless of his dislike of the race, they were allies now and members of the CRV Fleet. Sam would fall back on, time and time again, on his simple soldiering mentality he got from his father “We are not to ask why…”. As the CRV Fleet was risky experiment, it also needed to be ‘bought into’ by all of the UF Alliance races, not just the Federation Council; thus meaning that each of the major alliance races had to be represented. He laughed inwardly, outwardly only displaying a grin after the Romulan Lt. department, thinking to himself “Could be worse, could have been a Cardassian…”
Returning to the rest of the officers, he continued to converse as needed and sign PADD authorizations as necessary. As the doors opened again, this time with a groan as they protested they’re recent ‘excessive’ use, Sam looked over and saw Ann enter. A warm smile crossed his face as he saw, watched rather, her enter the Lounge. “Ambassador Ann’? I kinda like that sound…I feel so important like Attaché Tra’Shydaa Mahck from… yah anyways. How about just Ann’ from you!” She gave a small giggle, “But for the others Lord or Ambassador Sy’Sour. Ann’ is really just a nickname not exactly my real name…”
Samuel laughed at her rebuke, then pointed at his rank pin on his neck “Colonel, while on duty…” the grin unable to pass from his face. “Duty brings formality, as you can see by everyone saluting me every other second…” he laughed again. “However, if you’d still prefer just Ann; you’ll have no qualms with me.” His spirit lifted easily, and noticeably, as him and Ann interacted. Although still every bit the ‘solider’, he was in his own right, at ease in her presence. He motioned for her to follow him and to the wall display, several meters away from the meeting table.
He punched a few keys on the console and it brought up a outlay display of the Cold Harbor, with an updated list of all the ‘repair lists’ submitted and the current status of her (the ship). Sam sighed heavily “We were already rushed with or original deadline of 3 weeks, but were confident that we’d be able to do with the additional assistance and efficiency of Lt. Murkeye and the thousand some Starbase Engineers. However, under new orders, CRV Command has ordered us to depart in just under 35 hrs from now.” During a previous conversation that occurred between Sam and Ann, he’d explained the changes that had occurred since she’d departed; the creation of the CRV Fleet, his change in rank, etc. So she was at least partially aware of the background.
“As I’m sure you’re able to deduce, we can’t not be 100% by the time we depart; regardless if we stole everything we need from the UF HQ itself. So we have to make due with what we have, and we were hoping you’d be able to assist in some of the repairs…” Colonel Grant pointed to the different areas that needed attention. “I can’t really say one particular area is more important then the other, as you can guess we really need everything working; however, again, since that’s an impossibility we’re trying to get on-line what we can. So if you think you can help anywhere, just let me know and that’ll be your project.” Samuel knew that Ann would be a big help, but even with her assistance, there still was no way to get everything on-line before departure.
Colonel Grant waited until he was able to answer all of Ann’s questions, and it was hard to stay so formal with her, as he wanted to hold her hand or place his arm around her, but while on duty and in front of the rest of the crew; he had to keep it professional. He found himself smiling slightly at the thought that’d it be easier to wrestle a Vulcan then to resist her.
Location: Observation Lounge
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OCC NOTE:
My goal is to actually get her ‘underway’ by no later then next week Tuesday, June 24, 2008. I will post a “story / action” time advancement sometime late this weekend to allow people to advance with the projects. If you feel you’ve done enough, please feel free to post on the RP threads!
Just prior to departure, as mentioned before, I’ll ask for an on-board repair list showing what you were able to repair, what you weren’t, and what the status of said item is.
Example:
Phaser Array: 60% (7 systems online) Torpedoes Tubes: 50 % (one rear, one forward) Torpedo Warheads: 50% Quantum Load, 25% Photon Load Automatic Targeting Sensors: 50% (Will work, but very slow, no ‘precision’ firing) Etc…
Please keep up the excellent posting, I’m very excited and impressed with how we’ve been able to start off.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:04:35 GMT -6
Posted by Sabal Location: Counselors OfficeAfter hearing her answer he said “Aside upon asking your help, since you are here. I would like to take some time to get to know you a bit, if that is all right with you Sabal?” “That’s fine with me” [/color]She replied and looked down at the chairs in front of his desk, moved them out of the way, and sat on the floor so she could be eye level with him as he started talking. “Like you and the ‘other’ alien that doesn’t come from this realm or reality, which ever is best to call it? Am just curious with a race so advance then us. How do you feel working with inferior races like the Federation?”She raised her ‘eyebrow’ and thought for a few seconds before replying . “Fluidic space is a realm. As far as working with ‘inferior’ races as you put it, personally I don’t look at the Federation as being ‘inferior’. While we may be more biologically advanced, technologically our ships, while sentient, can only go warp speeds, and are bread not made. Much like a Terran horse or dog, and depending on how tired they are determines their capabilities. Some of my species still hang onto their Xenophobic nature, others, like myself, realize that there are other species in the Universe with whom we can learn and experience new things from.” He continued after she finished “Not heard of but not often to we get visitors from a completely different reality or realm. I could only imagine how it is like as you are experiencing it now. When I did my reading the past encounters with your race. I had similar feelings from the crew, however I try to remind my self to be open minded. To see out side the box so to speak. So. Got any questions for me? If not. I’ll give you more on where we need help and I’ll send you over but what would be your best in engineering so I can better to ascertain where you could be best be helping.” She raised an ‘eyebrow’ again . “While some things are new to me here, I have spent a lot of time around Federation species, including one year at a ‘simulated’ Starfleet Corps of Engineers as a Bolian student. But that’s a story for another time. As far as the past encounters with my species, the Federation and Species 8472 got off on the wrong foot, we were thought to be a conquering warlike race; all based on the misinterpretation of a message by a telepathically immature Ocampan female and the Borg trying to cover up the real reason they were in Fluidic space.” She frowned when she mentioned the Borg. “We were just trying to protect ourselves. And we thought that the Federation along with the Borg were going to invade us.”“I’m not sure if your aware or not, but my species has extraordinary telepathic abilities including anything in-between reading emotions to confusing the crew of an attacking ship into thinking they are a Terran turtle on its back. Species 8472 developed a moral code that precisely dictates under what circumstances the skills may be used. Telepathy we found, misused, can be the ultimate invasion of privacy. So we ‘turn it off’ so to speak. But even though we don’t read the minds of others without permission, unless ordered to by a superior officer, we can still sense others around us and their emotions much like a Betazoid. While your attempt at emotions is appreciated, I would appreciate it if you would just be yourself.” She thought for a second. “Questions hmm… Ah, yes, I do have a question for you, it’s a personal one and I’ll understand if you don’t want to answer. As a member of the crew I sense your minds presence, but emotionally there is nothing… From the looks of you, you appear to be a Human/Trill hybrid. I was just curious, how come you possess no emotions? Most Vulcans have more emotions then you”After he answered she said “As far as my engineering skills I’m a ‘jack of all trades’ master of none. So whatever system needs the most work, send me there and I’ll do my best to fit in wherever I’m needed.”Location: Counselors Office
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:05:15 GMT -6
Posted by First Lieutenant Bob Murkeye Location: EngineeringAs Bob worked on the warp core he found that it was going to take at least twelve hours to even get it going, let alone operating at anything more then 10%. “This thing is a piece of crap,” he said to himself and gave it a good swat with his Hyperspanner. He sighed, took a drink of water, and, still grumbling, went to work trying to beat it into submission… Location: Engineering
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:06:22 GMT -6
Posted by Lieutenant Branson Tyler Typically he would fake a laugh out loud to communicate how amusing he found of Sabal’s ability to notice his behavior. If Branson were to be ‘himself’, things on the Cold Harbor wouldn’t be so ‘warm’. I’m glad, or whatever word to best to express it. That’s a bit of a story; let me see if I can sum it up for you. My true demeanor is be too blunt for most, got in to the habit of sugar coating and adding excess bits to make it sound more pleasant. A counselor’s role, I guess. Branson found that captivating so his enhance brain had adapted to oppose this. As his thought process has now increased to give less time to be read but if caught understanding the thoughts, would be greatly difficult. As his thoughts ran differently then ‘norms’, his mind understood and processed information in a surrealistic insane logic.
The ‘Institute’, have determined that Branson has no emotion on top of his extraordinary enhance brain. The ‘insane’ perspective he had abnormally balanced for his lack of feelings. They had taken him for a classified project to further understand and apply this to other activities….With the development of the CRV, the Federation needed Diplomats that are different from the ones used in pervious times. The CRV fleet is an ‘experiment’. I have under when significant training and conditioning to suppress my emotions to act if not remove it. So in the idea was to give a person such as my self to make a decision with out bias of feeling or loyalty. To do it like a Vulcan but not completely depend on pure logic. Its quite hard to explain but what I do just comes like a program. He started to speak with out the excess garbage of the typical consular, gradually getting there.
He twisted the truth but he didn’t lie exactly and he honored Sabal’s request to be him self; at least how he said things. I’m ether a Vulcan’s dream date or worst nightmare. He chuckles a bit. Sorry habits died hard. I’ll try to be less ‘feelings’. Everything he said was calculated in his unreadable brain activity. Everything he just said and did was an act, while this is what exactly he was conditioned at The ‘Institute’ for.
Jack of all trades? I have an engineering background. Not most know or take it seriously. The Colonel doesn’t know what’s more imperative to take priority over. So I have decided that you should work on the armor. My understanding your race can walk outside in space with out a suit. As our records indicate, I shall have you repair our ablative armor around the vessel. As this ship isn’t space worthy at least it should be able to defend her self. As you say you are competent; I will send you for this task. His demeanor became more him self with out the ‘sugar coating’. He spoke, as whatever that came to his mind and of course with no feeling as understanding what offend one person didn’t matter to him.
He looked at Sabal then said. Sorry not sure which you’d prefer? Me before or now, personally it’s rude on how I was speaking towards you. The Colonel wouldn’t approve and I don’t want a misunderstanding as WE have an understanding but the others don't. So I feel when we are in public I’ll keep an ‘attempt at emotions’ but between you and I provide you are OK with how I normally talk. Would this be acceptable?
He gives her able time to reply and he continued. Once we are done here I’ll past this information to the Colonel, also that your ‘bio-ship’ can assist with runs. If not more concerns your free to get started, I’ll have you cleared for the duties that you require. He didn’t think to send her out he seemed to ignore her but wasn’t thinking much of it. The meeting was completed and as he asked him to be him self. He went on to his other work. As Sabal wasn’t gone from the Consular's Office, Branson had left before her to the Bridge.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:07:10 GMT -6
Posted by Sergeant Major Charles Hooper Location: Marine BarracksHe walks over to Wires and Wings and sees them working on the Transport, Wires is working on the engines and Wings on the Navigation system Wires> "Sir this bird is shot to hell, The EPS is shot the Plasma grid is fried, I have to replace the Aft Power coil" he reports as he works Wings> "The Computer Core is off line, I got reprogram it Sir" he reports "How long Wires?" Charles asks Wires looks at him <Wires> "Three Days and this Bird will fly" he saids, Charles Nods and walks over to Trap, Death Trap> " So far we have 3 Compression phaser rifle and 6 Class 3 phaser rifles, 2 Isomagnetic disintegrator, 4 Doz Photon grenade, 12 doz stun grenades, 1 Tetryon pulse launcher, 1 TR-116 rifle, and only 2 cells for each hand held weapon" he reports Death> "We haven't even Started on the Explosives yet but looks like we have 20% of what we need" he reports Charles Makes some notes then looks for Jarok and his Field Medics Location: Marine Barracks
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