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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:07:37 GMT -6
Posted by Ann Colonel, while on duty… She laughed while he was talking but in side his remark reminded her of her duties. Duty brings formality, as you can see by everyone saluting me every other second, however, if you’d still prefer just Ann; you’ll have no qualms with me. She gave another laugh…personally she liked all the saluting. She had this energy when she entered but as they talked she was making a transition to formalities. She gave a small sarcastic smirk, “So Colonel! Its gonna be Lord then.” She gave a naughty smile but she was serious if that was gonna be the case. “On duty… call me upon me ether My Lord or Lord Sy’Sour. Your right…its best to keep it that way in front of your crew or in general. I don’t want them to think I’m a pet of Starfleet.” Her tone slowly changed to a serious one and walked to the wall terminal as Grant pointed to. Ann’ at first was unsure why she was called there…if not to see Samuel. She saw the USS Cold Harbors cross section on the display. At the same time as Grant said, ”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…” Ann’ was quickly skimming over the issues… she already had several ideas on ways to help. She pondered that their main problem was their warp core and that they will be leaving soon for what? a mission…she can only conclude to. Ann’ thought she could rig up her fighter to share its power to help or to merge with the ship like on the USS Terrasect and the asteroid. Sam continued, ”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.”She looked back at Samuel as she tried not to run up and just make out with him. It wasn’t like they were in the middle of the Command Deck…they were alone but what if someone had walked in. then again that in it’s self was the exciting part. She stops her smirk at the thought and to his own smiling. To what he was smiling about she had no idea but she looked him with the same way. Ann’ said, “No.” When she responded to his request it was one word…she clearly understood of all the changes. As there were a lot of changes on her part as well. “No… not that I can't but won't. You can withdraw the guards around my fighter craft. If that would assist? It should make your ‘Epohh h'trae’, Klingon happy...which would give more men to it's security team.” Her exterior stop being Ann’ but drifted and changed currents to Drak Lord. “If that would be all? Colonel.” She stood there waiting for any other business that they need to talk about. Ann’ placed her personal relationship with Sam in her pocket for now and saw him as another Federation Captain with orders of childish Admirals.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:08:28 GMT -6
Posted by Sabal Location: Counselors Office He responded to her question. “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.” He seemed to shift his personality, more blunt and to the point. “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.” Sabal listened to his story, it was fascinating to her. How she would love to get into the mind of this gentleman. She pushed aside her curiosity for the moment, and nodded for him to continue. “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.”“I’m ether a Vulcan’s dream date or worst nightmare.” He chuckled a bit at that and Sabal giggled with him. “Sorry habits died hard. I’ll try to be less ‘feelings’. 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?” “That works for me; I just didn’t want you to have to put on a show for me. I’m a realist and I understand that we are different, believe it or not, it takes a whole heck of a lot to offend me.” [/color]She laughed. “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.” She nodded as he got up to leave. She got up off the floor and stretched her 10ft 2in frame almost hitting her head on the ceiling. She put the chairs back in front of Lt. Tyler’s desk and left for her quarters. Location: Personal QuartersOnce she arrived in her quarters she filled a sizable container with the replicated ‘fluid’ so Feyln could have a snack before she was sent out. Sabal also filled a small sample container for Dr. Jackson, and shortly after she left her quarters for Sickbay. Location: SickbayWhen Sabal got to Sickbay, it was full of engineers and supply carts, everyone scattered when she entered, she greeted them politely, and went into the Doctors office and set the sample container on her desk, and left for Cargo bay 3. Location: Cargo Bay 3Sabal greeted the guards outside the door with a nod of her head. Once inside she walked over to Feyln and gently patted her side. “Wake up girl” she said telepathically. “Yeah, yeah, yeah I’m awake, you bring food?” Feyln responded, also telepathically. Sabal put down the container opened it up and a small tube from the bottom of Feyln and started sucking up the ‘Fluid’. Sabal boarded Feyln and started packing a backpack full of the tools she would need to work on the ablative armor. “The Colonel might need you for some non-combat duties; I will let you know if he contacts me.” “Alright, sounds like fun” Feyln replied and Sabal laughed. “Finish your food, get some rest, I will chat at you later” Sabal patted Feyln’s side again, and left so she could jump out the nearest airlock. Once there she closed the door behind her and depressurized the space between the two doors, then she opened the one out to space, grabbed onto the hull and started walking to where the ablative plating generators were located. She was getting very odd looks from the crew that happened to be looking out the windows as she passed. She laughed to herself. Once at the generator, she set to work. Location: Outside Hull
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:09:11 GMT -6
Posted by First Lieutenant Bob Murkeye Location: EngineeringAfter a few hours of work Bob made little progress, he kept dropping his tools from exhaustion, “Damn, I need some rest” His scales were getting itchy from lack of moisture, and his gills felt like they were on fire. Bob motioned for another engineer to come take over what he was working on. “Chief Murkeye to all engineering team heads, I’m going to my quarters for some rest, if you need anything from me please come and get me, I can’t receive communications in the water yet…” He grabbed his ‘lucky toolbox’ and waddled to his quarters angry at himself for not being able to last longer out of water. Once in his quarters he threw his ‘lucky toolbox’ against the wall. Set his communicator on the table and climbed in his tank. Location: Personal Quarters
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:09:28 GMT -6
Location: Observation Lounge
Although he was not in the position to force Ann to do anything, nor was he wanting her to be a slave for their repairs, but he was surprised at her refusal. Regardless of their relationship, she was not under ‘his command’ so he couldn’t order her to help even if he wanted; which he didn’t. She had the right to make what ever decisions she wanted. Sam’s shoulders just stiffened a bit, as he stood in a more formal manner.
It was an odd position for him to be in, as he wasn’t really angry, or even upset, but just more surprised then anything else. There was still a lot to discuss, and they hadn’t actually had the time to ‘play catch-up’; he’d have to make time. Sam tapped the console, closing the on-screen display, and motioned for the exit of the Observation Lounge. “Thank you for your time, ‘mi-lord’, sorry to have bothered you.” Sam used the accident of old knights, referring to their governing body, in contrast to the exact words ‘My Lord’, although different, they meant the same. His old ‘German’ heritage allowed him to pull off the accent easily. “I’ll let the Chief know that she can redirect security personnel for the time being, but I’ll have them replaced upon departure.” He said, as they walked out onto the Command Deck.
“I’ll set aside some time later, a meeting, to discuss the past and get us both up to speed.” The Colonel nodded as he turned away from Ann and walked across the Bridge to his Ready Room, he activated his comm. badge “Grant to Major Arishela, per Ambassador Ann’s request you may remove your security detail during these repairs, but we’ll replace them upon embarking.”
He sat down at his desk, and his the console key on his desk computer a little to hard, the computer groaned in disagreement. He brought up the repairs and duty assignments, things were going good, all things considered. As of the excellent Starfleet Officers ‘of old’, they were making a Herculean effort and every minute that went by, Colonel Grant felt better; this crew was beginning to ‘mesh’, in its own special way.
Although working, the terminal had not been replaced, and still flickered from time to time; especially along the ‘fault line’ of the crack in the screen. He brought up tactical information on the Nebula Class Starship design and reviewed its tactical ability; it was impressive in its own right. However, he called up the specifics on the USS Bellemont, the ship that has gone missing, to see if anything ‘stuck out’; it did. The Bellemont was designated for ‘medical and research assignments', not warfare, this important piece of information made Sam aware that they could have easily been jumped and destroyed, even if they were able to go to full alert status, due to their weapons being ‘tuned down’.
He continued to review information for the next hour or so, trying to get his head wrapped around what he was supposed to do when they get there. The last time he’d dealt with an Outpost Situation, saying things had gone badly was one of the worst understatements that could be made; he didn’t want to have a repeat.
Location: Ready Room
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:10:29 GMT -6
* Cold Harbor Story / Action * OOC Note: Just a small time advancement for those wanting to ‘jump forward’ a bit; please use at your leisure. Time Advancement: 6 hrsRepairs continued to be underway all across the Cold Harbor, her crew were doing an excellent job coming up with ‘alternative solutions’ and were making good progress. The exterior of the Hull was almost completely sealed now; all exterior breaches would be repaired in only another hour or so. She at least wouldn’t ‘leak’ during her maiden voyage. However, that was about the best of the news, as the rest of the systems were currently labeled as ‘under repair’ or ‘hopeless’ for some items that just weren’t going to get done. It wasn’t a pretty picture, but it wasn’t as bad as it could be. Colonel Grant had received informational updates regarding the incident location, but nothing seemed good. CRV Command was currently receiving ‘garbled’ transmissions, but they were unable to decipher them. The transmissions appeared to be random, but nobody could make any sense of it. CRV Command was able to keep the communications jammed so they wouldn’t proceed to other ships, but they weren’t sure how long they’d be able to do this, as the communications were continuously changing. Currently, there were two other CRV Vessels ‘on scene’ doing the jamming, both Norway Class Light Destroyers, that were only their due to their communication arrays, they had only minimal weapons at the moment. OOC Note: Due to RL issues, Captain Danrea will be used as an NPC for a few weeks, he will back however.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:14:53 GMT -6
Posted by Ann In past times she would have problems from switching to herself as, Cat’Tye to Drak Lord…when she was in this reality anyways. Things that happen in the past year and a half removed that small issue. ”Thank you for your time, ‘mi-lord’, sorry to have bothered you.” She did something she said she would try not to do…for the moment she hadn’t caught it yet. She hadn’t noticed that her response to deny his proposal caught him off guard. An automatic response to the ‘Mi Lord’ she answered, “Your Grace.”She turned away and proceeded to the Command Deck, “I’ll let the Chief know that she can redirect security personnel for the time being, but I’ll have them replaced upon departure.” She listened as they walked out to the Bridge as she headed for the Turbo Lift . She said something but it was more under her breath then to say, “If you wish…replace them, for you’re own protection not ‘its’...”As the doors slid open to the lift she walked in…as Samuel added, “I’ll set aside some time later, a meeting, to discuss the past and get us both up to speed.” the Lift door jammed, as she was able to hear everything the he said. As she stood in the Turbo Lift …she wanted to ram her fist in to the side panel to “repair” it the Drak way by hacking in to the systems and reformatting the lose or damage wires. Similar to how the Borg assimilates systems…Draks use it more to repair or redirect to their choosing. Through the semi closed doors she looks out to the Command Deck. She could see some of the personnel look over…some smirked and others were curious. Ann’ smiled back and she turned her head to one side slightly. As her Bio-Metal Armor folds out and covers her…towards the crew on the bridge that who had looked towards Ann’. Just by staring in to the blank look of Ann’s headgear it was like death calling out to you. Soon after she engages her phase systems she slips under the Turbo Lift ’s floor. Ann’ reached the bottom of the Turbo Shaft and continued back to her cargo bay. Ones arriving upon the Cargo Bay Four she walked down the corridor in her Encounter Mode. Stood a bit over two meters…typical bi-pedal humanoid but her arms abnormally larger then the rest to her anatomy. She noticed that they Security men were still there. Since they were still there she entered the Cargo Bay Four. Ann’ requested for the Bay door’s to remain open…as she folds out of the armor she speaks to her fighter. In plain English she utters, “Ra’Meanna Kai, allow one other to enter this room. My self included and Colonel Grant.” Her Bio-Metal Armor fold completely out of the way as she turned to the armed men and continued to say, “Kill all others who try to enter. Kash Torishia Makn’Tosmak…” The Bay’s door closed. She began to walk up the side of the wall and continued to be in tranced by her ship. Ann’ appeared to have no concerns of what happened beyond the cargo bay doors. For the six or so hours that past Ann’ was in the Cargo Bay Four conversing with the fighter craft. Exchanging the frequencies…the Ra’Meanna Kai would communicate by telepathic means…not in words but in the true forms of feelings and implantation of visuals that words can’t convey completely. She gets a communiqué, “Grant to Ann, do you have time to meet me in my Dinning Area for that talk?” Ann’s hair was sticking up…at the time she was standing on the ceiling. She speaks a bit louder then normal as her comm. was sitting on her fighter’s ventral side. When she was in her Cargo Bay Four the Ra’Meanna Kai fighter emitted a frequency aside from other frequencies. That disrupts security and surveillance feed in the cargo bay…so they both have complete and utter privacy. “Sure… I’ll be down soon.”
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:15:29 GMT -6
Posted by Lieutenant Branson Tyler He walked off the Turbo Lift on the right side of the Bridge. Once he walked out he saw a few of the people seem to be distracted towards the opposite Turbo Lift. Branson looked at them, subsequently to the other Turbo Lift. He saw nothing and looked back at the others. Back to work please.
He walked off command and rang on to the Colonel’s Ready Room. He waited to be allowed; in and he entered. Now standing in the Colonel’s Ready Room he stand strait posture in a form of a casual salute. He then walked to the chair in front of the Colonel’s desk. I have directed the 8472, Sabal to work on the outer armor. I have felt that it should be number 1 priority. In case we fall in a conflict at our 1st mission. Also she had consented on use of her ‘bio-ship to assist. She just said ether you or I to contact her if that is the case. The vessel can be operated with out her.’
He waited for him to response or if he had anything to say. So what did the other ‘guest’ decide to help the ship on?
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:17:36 GMT -6
Posted by Lieutenant Tam Grax = Tactical Status report after 6 hours =2 phaser arrays fixed, 2 out of 12 sytems, working on a 3rd - Repairs 16.6% complete 2 torpedo launchers found, 1 launcher being fitted, 1 on route 2 loads of quantum torpedoes are being transported by shuttle. So far, no Tri-Colbalt torpedoes With power restored to the Tactical console he began recalibrating and initializing the automatic targeting systems. Calibration 18% Complete He checks in periodically, every hour, with teams Charlie and Sierra, checking on their progress After 6 hours of constantly working on calibrating the automatic targeting sensors, he shows some signs of fatigue and eye strain but he continues since he knows it has to be done
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:18:33 GMT -6
Posted by Major Arishela (Resigned) = Security Status report after 6 hours = New arrival to security has us at 54 percent. Half of all security monitors are totally non functional Repairs on monitors of the most critical areas are 8 percent repaired. Armory inventory has not changed. We have not received any additional supplies. I'll be heading to the SB for any supplies they can give us. Will report back later.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:27:16 GMT -6
Posted by Second Lieutenant D’Nal Akhiy tr’Keras OPS Report after 6 hours Long range sensors - 100% External sensors - 100% internal senors- 95% Shields 80% external defector shielding 75% internal force fields 60% communication 100%
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:28:18 GMT -6
Posted by Lance Corporal Ael Jarok Marine DeckShe went up to Hooper, saluting him. "LCpl Jarok reporting as ordered sir."
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:28:53 GMT -6
Posted by Sergeant Major Charles Hooper Marine Report after 61/2 hoursTransport Ship - 20% Body Armor -100 % Munitions - 70% weapons - 75%
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:29:37 GMT -6
Posted by Sergeant Major Charles Hooper Returns Jarok's salute "I need you to fill are filed medic supplies and asst the Doctor if she needs help" he says
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