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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:30:28 GMT -6
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Yuriko Saito (Resigned) Helm Report after 6 hoursImpulse engines: Main impulse engine offline. Saucer section impulse engines: 42% (main impulse engine had been parted out. The Driver coil assembly was missing and the Accelerator/ generator was burned out. All the Impulse fusion reactors but one are missing.)Thrusters:15%Emergency maneuvering ability:offlineDeflector dish:50%Navigational systems: ( Still trying to find the source of the malfunction.)
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:31:08 GMT -6
Posted by Lieutenant Sabina Jackson; Doctor Location: Sickbay Sabina works in sickbay tirelessly. A few more nurses arrive, but she's still the only doctor onboard at the moment. She does manage to finish the scan on Sabal's sample and confirm her identity. She taps her commbadge. +T+ CO> "Colonel, Sabal's identity checks out, sir. She's cleared for duty."After sending her message, she continues working to get the biobeds working. All but one are able to be fixed. She also recieves a few canisters of supplies in the meantime.Progress report after 6 hours:Biobed status: All but one are functional Surgical suites: 30% Supplies: 60% Staff: 40%, no other doctors yet. Sterilization: Need to get more fixed first
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:31:30 GMT -6
Location: Ready Room
Samuel heard the door chime, or rather make some type of noise, and granted entry. The AXO, Mr. Tyler, entered, Samuel smiled warmly, all things considered. He motioned for Branson to have a seat, but said “Just don’t sit down to hard, the chair may collapse.” Hinting at the general disarray of the Cold Harbors condition.
The AXO sat and began giving his report, to which Sam listened to with great interest. Sam sighed heavily at the first few parts of his report “Regardless of the repairs and system issues, this was not how I wanted to start out… I’ve got all these ‘unique’ people aboard, for one reason or another, and I hadn’t had the time to meet with any of them…” Sam leaned back in his chair, which creaked like an un-oiled door hinge “You’re a perfect example Mr. Tyler. I didn’t mean to throw the XO thing on you, blindly, but I couldn’t think of anyone else better for the job; even if I had my pick of the fleet.” Sam smiled “I need an opposite. There are many worthy candidates aboard, but the idea of an Executive Officer is to help out the Commanding Officer by reminding him of his/her duties and concurring with their decisions. If I had a ‘soldier’ as my XO; we’d never ‘talk our way out’ of anything, you’ll be able to look at a situation from angles other then what I might see; which is a good thing.”
Sam leaned forward and scrolled down the information on his console as they talked. “Good move with Sabal, I get the feeling we may need that armor; among other things. I can’t figure this out, but it’s damned strange.” The Colonel pointed to the information on the screen, past the crack, which showed the information about the ‘communication signals’ that were trying to escape the area. “We can’t get any information in that ‘dead zone’” Sam pointed to a system sector “but someone is calling out from it, and it’s not Starfleet or even Federation communications. Worst part is, Starfleet Security is having more and more problems trying to jam the transmissions.” He tapped a number on the side of the screen. “Starfleet Security and CRV Command are guest-i-mating that they’ll no longer be able to jam the transmissions in just over 48 hrs…” knowing that Mr. Tyler would have already done the math, Sam simply stated the obvious “Yeah, I know. That means once we’re on station we’ll have about 4 or 5 hours, if we make good time, to figure out what happened and who’s trying to make a ‘long distance phone call’.” Sam shook his head. “I don’t like it; why send a ship that’s less then able to the location when you could send a ‘ship of the line’ from the Navy’s finest to check it out. That and why are CRV Command and Starfleet Security so concerned about keeping this ‘under wraps.” Sam inhaled, while his lips were pressed together, making a slight smacking sound as he leaned back.
“Please have Sabal’s ship assist with the transportation of medical supplies and equipment; looks like we could use some engineering supplies too. I’ll notify UF HQ that they’ll be loading an alien ship with my authorization.” He retrieved a PADD, signed yet another ‘waiver’ and handed it to the AXO “Here, incase they need it in writing.” He couldn’t help but a laugh out loud a little “Heh, to think, only a few years ago we thought we’d found an enemy that was more dreadful then The Borg, all because of a miscommunication.” a rather large smile crossed the Colonel’s face “See why I need you?” again, he couldn’t help but laugh.
As Branson mentioned the assistance of their other guest, Samuel frowned “Nothing.” He replied to him. “Although I know her from some time past, I find myself thinking that yet again, she may not be the same person I knew. I’m well aware that a lot of the information regarding her ‘species’ is deemed classified, but I’m sure you’ve done some research regardless. Let’s just say they have a strange way about themselves…” the Colonel shrugged. “Do me a favor would you Lieutenant? Keep an objective eye on her, along with myself, and feel free to ‘tug on the leash’ if you think it’s necessary.”
Sam looked back at the mission information, reviewing what he’d read several dozen times already “Also, get with the CSEC and MCO, on top of repairs, I want them training for boarding actions/repelling boarders and possible ground assaults. I don’t like it, but if necessary, have the Doctor issue ‘stims’ to help with training for these two departments only. Pending our top speed, it may take us less then day or several days; I don’t want to be kept flat footed.”
Samuel waited to see if there was anything else the AXO had.
Location: Ready Room
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:33:30 GMT -6
* Cold Harbor Story / Action * However bad Colonel Grant thought the situation was, he truly didn’t have a clue. One piece of information, one of many in fact, that had been withheld from him during his initial briefing by CRV Command was that they weren’t the first ship sent to investigate this situation. Several days before, CRV Command had ordered the USS Volkers, a newly refitted Defiant Class Starship, to respond to the initial emergency. It was at 100% efficiency and crewed upon arriving; it never made its first ‘check-in time’. The two starships that were focusing on the jamming detected only the smallest hint of weapons fire, but could draw no conclusion as to what happened; scanners only detected Federation weapon signatures. Although heavily armed and armored, a Defiant Class Starship still is ‘relatively’ small, and CRV Command thought a ‘Capital Ship’ would be better suited. Even if it was destroyed, CRV Tacticians believed it would be able to relay a message of what was going on. Should the Cold Harbor fall, the USS Imperium, a Sovereign Class Starship freshly out of Utopia Planetia and the CRV’s Flagship, would Slipstream in, launch a dozen or so tri-cobalt plasmatic warheads that would essentially ‘nuke’ the region; killing everything in the area and making warp travel no longer possible. CRV Command, under orders from Starfleet Security, would then be able to send in sufficient forces and insure the area was clear. Although desperately needed information, none of this was passed along to the Cold Harbor’s CO or her Senior Staff. Her orders were to ‘ investigate and at all costs report your findings’; an order that had the Colonel’s neck hair standing at attention.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:34:12 GMT -6
Computer, begin Colonel’s Log, Stardate 65474.28,
It’s getting close to the point that we’ll have used up 1/3 of our given time for repairs prior to departure. In some areas, things are going extremely well, in others, it’s not gonna be pretty.
I do have a bonus to report, our resident Species 8472, Sabal, has volunteered her services and has began working on the repair list; last I heard she was working on the Cold Harbor’s ablative armor systems. Although she’s an efficient worker, the sight of her on the hull, is slightly disconcerting; she could easily be taking a stroll on an open beach or a main drag market place. I’ve found myself stuck on her working a few times, what it must like to exist in space without worry.
Even the most optimistic estimations appear to show that the Cold Harbor is gonna maneuver like an obese steer in heat; her engines are in pretty bad shape. We still don’t have Warp Drive up, which means no Main Power; still on umbilical power. The list goes on and on…
In addition, I’ve begun to get this itchy feeling on my neck, and I’ve found myself staring out into space on many occasions, for long periods of time. A practice I developed during my service aboard the Bull Run all those years ago, ‘thank you’ Captain Macharius, or more correctly now it was Director General Macharius. There are several issues that I find, upon reviewing what information is available, which is regrettably little, that are truly bothersome. I get the feeling that maybe, just maybe, all the secrecy is due to the ‘testing’, that was referred to in the briefing, may not be ‘legal’ or ‘authorized’ under standard Federation Law; another reason for the creation of the CRV Fleet.
With approximately one full day remaining, it’ll be ‘high gear’ for everyone to get done what they can. It is my intention, somewhere around the 20th hour of the last 26 hrs, to order everyone to bed, regardless of the repairs. As the ship will need to depart on that 26th hour and if everyone is dead tired; we as a ship could end up dead ourselves.
Captain Danrea, our FCO, has been working hard to get his pilots ready, and they’ve already been ordered to rest, as they will be flying ‘guard duty’ during our mission to compensate for our sensor issues and weapons deficiency. They’ve been given priority on all munitions and report at full capacity; they’ll be critical to anything that occurs.
I myself must now go and attend to some menial administrative duties, the joys of being the CO I suppose, then assist where I can in getting some additional repairs going. 27 hrs 57 minutes left and counting…
Computer, End Log Entry.
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OOC NOTE:
I will post my CO Duty Logs here also (all crew please keep your's like you've been doing on the deidcated threads), to assist with additional information and 'fluff' for all story purposes (just like they do on the Star Trek series in the beginning of the episode or coming back from a commercial); just an FYI.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:34:58 GMT -6
Posted by Lieutenant Branson Tyler Notes: Color shift to Teal and Maroon is Branson’s Switch to personalities. He enters the Colonel’s Ready Room and sat down on the pathetic ‘chair’. He began to listen to the Colonel’s briefings and thoughts, as this was his job. Once the man was done speaking, Branson replied. Aye, Colonel. As you hand pick each of us we all will do our roles to assist in this matters. Even if you didn’t have an Executive Officer ‘on hand’, there are things that just fall in to place. You would not need to feel anything of this position is a burden. I will do what my crew and ship’s head requires. He spoke in a serious but humorous manner to keep a positive energy in the room. Even if the problems are abundant around them, positive energy always clears the mind and soul. The position to was given to him even as an Acting Executive Officer escaped him. To Tyler this was just a job a post nothing more. Most crewmen would pisss in their slacks or what have you. Branson just took it for whatever it was.
Thou I am a practical man but can’t help to crack some smiles to help with crew’s ‘hip hip bit ness’. Forgive me; I’m part English, it can escape me at times. Allow me to speak Frankly sir? He was surprised that the service record of Grant’s would have had admitted to this. I am glad that you see that having a non-personnel that is not military to help you make decisions be by your side. This is what the CRV needs and this is why I ‘feel’ we are being sent to this particular mission. Granted our vessel isn’t in tip top shape but those ‘special’ folks you mention are there to balance out what we lack of the boat. Branson knew that the Cold Harbor was an expendable ship but had hopes by having a potently varied crew with great talents, would give them a boost.
Branson found the attempts of the Colonel to have the ‘Drak’ to help wasn’t nearly good enough. He would have had the ‘guest’ provide some assistance compared to ‘nothing’ regardless she was an ambassador, she’s staying on the ship she must do something. Of course sir, I’ll past the information to Sabal….. As he thought, “along to the other 1 as well.” Yes, sir. Objective eye on both of you, sir. He gave a warm smile.
If that is all Colonel? I will get on top of it. He waited to be excused and he exited the Colonel’s Ready Room While made his way to his office but made a detour to the Cargo Bays. Once arriving to the section assigned for the ‘Drak’ He ‘chimed’ in. I request an audience with you. Apologizes to any disruption I have caused but I require to speak with you. This takes place previously of the 6 hours that passed that Ann’Knox was in her Cargo Bay.
When he was completed with the Drak Ambassador, he left for his office. Upon arrival of the Consular’s Office he open his communications and open a 3 line channel. Computer open and record; send to the following officers, Chief of Security Officer, Major Arishela, Marine Commanding Officer, Sergeant Major Charles Hooper, and lastly Chief Medical Officer, First Lieutenant Sabina Jackson. I’m the Acting Executive Officer, I require that of all of you to prepare for drills on in the case that the vessel is boarded. I require that Major Arishela you get your security men to secure all-important sections on this ship. If you need assistance all aid from Sergeant Major Hooper’s men. Branson was firm with his orders and how he said them. On top of that Sergeant Major Hooper reinforce the security teams and prepare team or teams for an off ship mission but the ship is your priority! Please note I’m may be a Consular but I am not naïve, please get it done with out ANY excuses. Best for last Doctor Jackson I will ask that you; please replicate ‘stims’ for the men. They will need it for our assignment and their drills. Thank you all and if you need any questions answered page me or I’m at my office.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:35:30 GMT -6
Posted by Sergeant Major Charles Hooper Location: Marine BarracksHe receives a message from AXO saying Sergeant Major Hooper reinforce the security teams and prepare team or teams for an off ship mission but the ship is your priority! Please note I’m may be a Consular but I am not naïve, please get it done with out ANY excuses."Naive no a pompous a$$ yes" he thinks he taps his com "SagMaj Hooper to AXO My teams are ready for any boarders or away missions! we will Asst CSEC Major Arishela upon her request or an attack on this ship! This Ship is always Top priority! do not think me Naive either Sir!" he closes his com and goes and checks on his team
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:36:11 GMT -6
Posted by Lieutenant Branson Tyler Sitting in the Consular’s Office looking at his display screens, he gets a message from the Marine Commanding Officer. Branson seemed to be busy but answered him in the same manner that he did when he sent his message, ‘stoic’. He replied to add something the Sergeant Major forgot in his message, however he said with his mouth open. As at the moment Branson was reading something interesting. Ahmm....... also, Serrrgeant. Maaajur, pleeeaase due some Drills added to your priorities. 1st Lieutenant Tyler out. Emotions of the Sergeant Major escaped him for the moment, if he would have noticed. Branson might have thought the man was suffering from fatigue and stress and may need to be ordered to get some sleep but the Colonel needed his boat ready, so he thought nothing of it and continued his reading.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:36:54 GMT -6
Posted by Major Arishela (Resigned) She was in her office going over the duty roster. Now that the babysitting detail was canceled and with the new arrivals it was time. When she heard her com chime. She listened to what he had to say. "My security teams are already assigned to your all important areas. And adjusted as more arrive, do not worry I will ask for assistance from my comrades *if and when necessary*."
"And *without question* this ship is my top priority, perhaps *you have forgotten it is Security's primary responsibly to protect the ship internally and its crew*. In addition to being ready for any away mission."
"Do not think I am naive, nor too stupid to know my job. And *as a Klingon* I never make excuses. *Major* Arishela out." She controlled the anger building, but matched his tone of voice and firmness equally. OOC: * then a word* is an older way of or emphasizing a word or group of words is said with a stronger or firmer tone of voice then other intended.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:37:24 GMT -6
Posted by Sergeant Major Charles Hooper Location: Marine BarracksAs he is checking his team his com goes off "Ahmm....... also, Serrrgeant Maaajur, pleeeaase due some Drills added to your priorities. 1st Lieutenant Tyler out" the AXO says Shaking his head "I'll be sure and add that to the end of the list" he says to Wires, Wires laughs
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:37:59 GMT -6
Posted by Lieutenant Branson Tyler Back Post: Joint Post with the ‘Drak’, Ann’Knox. Notes: the following actions happened before the six hours advancement. Once he had left the Colonel’s Ready Room he walked strait to the ‘Drak’. Branson was quite confident that he could talk to the Ambassador to help them, as this required everyone in the ship to work at as a team. Including any of the guests that they accommodated. He simply ‘knocked’ then figured the doors where thick ‘banged’ on them. I request an audience with you. Apologies to any disruption I have caused but I require to speak with you, Ma’am. The Cargo Bay Four door’s opened…the Ra’Meanna Kai fighter was visible hovering at the center of the bay. It was perfectly still but Ann’ seem to be not in the chambers. The fighter seems to be asleep or some other but it was unclear. It was just there not even the patterns on its’ skin was moving but they were just extremely slow. It seemed to give a blank stare at the Acting Executive Officer. Ann’ looked at him like a black widow looking upon a fly… Hello? Anyone there; may I come in? He looks around but not upwards, however he was still out side the Cargo Bay. Branson knew his place or seemed to show that that’s what he wanted her to think. He’d rather just walk in but he wasn’t foolish. Clearly this Drak isn’t one of them or even aliens from this reality. ‘It’ plays by a different set of rules, which was nice and challenging to Tyler. What’s the best way to address you? As he looks at the ship, since the ‘person’ seemed to be out. ”The Colonel sends his henchmen.” The voice came from some place unknown. Ann’ was reading his body language but there wasn’t much to read. He acted like a damn Vulcan and spoke like a Consular…, which by the way was worst, then a Doctor. ”If he wanted to get anything out of me…he knows to just leave me in the room with Doctor Colina back on the Terrasect. Enter by the way…” Ann’ ponders a bit some what happen to Colina or if the USS Terrasect had made it all together or not. Ma’am? He ventured in with out any fear or worry. He found her vessel to be extraordinary just like the other ship. From the 2 of them only 1 he was able to see this close. Ma’am, What’s his or her name? Or has a name at all. Branson walked closer but kept a respectful distance. Oh, excuse my manner Ma’am, I’m Branson Tyler…. He acted as if he was anxious but clearly he wasn’t, just an act. ”I know who you are and It is called an IT…has no gender and the proper terminology is It, Mr. Tyler. To call me would be Lord Sy’Sour or My Lord and no other.” She was standing over him on the ceiling. She looked up to look down at him…Ann’ was reminded by a man from another reality of him. There were duplicates from the many places she has visited and Mr. Tyler was one person she kept running in to. ”Your like a roach that seems that I keep running in to. I ponder why is that? If there is an odd faith of reason that you keep appearing I do not know why.”Branson wanted to play dumb and moved his body accordantly Ma’a…. My Lord? He stood in 1 place but made sure to seem insecure, but he really didn’t know what she was talking about. Playing the unsure game was 1 way of getting it out. ”I play a better poker face then that Mr. Tyler. Don’t insult my intelligence…I am not the people on this ship and fracking come out with it already…I have no interest in talking with you let alone help you with your broken ship.” She began to get rather annoyed now…him bothering her in her solitude or just being naked with her ship. All right. My Lord. He realizes now she was above him, he slowly looks up and then looks away. I can return when you are appropriately dressed. Branson felt or more of an automatic response to his training on human behavior that this wasn’t right. Personally this is ‘nothing’ to him and it’s just a body. Ann’ smiled…she was testing him and she wanted to see how close alike this version of Tyler was to those in the past…plus she was lazy to get dressed. ”Do I make you that uncomfortable? Or do I stimulate your…” She paused and tilted her head, ”Or the female gender just doesn’t get it up for you?” Ann’ was trying to test his limits of anger and wanted to see how much she can push him. From the past Tyler this man been as cold as a Breen Winter and had no bloody care of any fracking person that was under his command…but this one seems to lack of a better word this one looked to “care”. This of it self was interesting and she wanted to do some experiments on the mind of this version of Branson. ”Sorry no this is your only audition. Give me a proposal...give me something. My abilities do not come for free this time around.” Ann’ pondered back to where Grant had asked her…she would have done anything he asked but the formalities reminded her of her duty and by a snap of the fingers she said no. OK. You know something that I don’t. You don’t want to help because? If you don’t want to answer that, that’s fine but what if this ship and all on it dies. Are you just going to die with us or leave? Then where then? The Colonel was right. Draks are very ‘indecisive’ and you don’t care for him He stood there and waited for a reasoned if nothing he was ready to leave. ”Wait! What are you talking about?” She stopped playing games and started to be serious. ”What is your mission?” She snapped out of it and started to think about Sam again…she didn’t want anything to happen to him. she pondered, ‘frack her job his more important’. She was really not thinking clearly and she dropped from the ceiling and walked up to Mr. Tyler full clothed. He looked at the ‘Drak’, Ann’Knox she was very strange to him. He planned the whole thing to put Colonel Grant endanger. It was simple but everything else was just another act as he knew she would hop to it. He has given me a PADD of orders to have an alien ship receive engineering supplies. Branson hands it to her. The 2nd largest thing we need is a warp core that can replace the 2 in our slots but there are no chance in finding those. Unless you have solutions or things we have no thought of? Ann’ snatched the PADD from his hand and she said, ”Leave it to me. Go away go home! Do whatever you do and yeah away!” Ann’ pressed the sides to her arms and her Bio-Metal Armor folded out to cover her. Her fighter craft seemed to beam her a board and the Ra’Meanna Kai left the Cargo Bay. As the USS Cold Harbor slowly released her…she and her craft jumped to warp. Ann’ had knew of places in the region that the Federation had ship depots that carried old starship parts. She would just simply use the PADD to allow her access…as she would just barrow a fairly newer warp cores of an Excelsior class. Ann’ thought the old bag ships wouldn’t miss it and it was going to be use for a good cause or at least that what she wrote it off as. With her direct link with her fighter she has her Ra’Meanna Kai do a Drak version of transporters and she beams and stores the data in one of the memory glandes of the craft. She head back to the barn before she could be missed and she drops off the fairly newer warp cores next to the Cold Harbor. Ann’ returns back to her Cargo Bay and does whatever she was doing before Mr. Tyler started bugging her. Once the odd woman left he had a strange look on his face. Branson shrugged it off and walked out of the Cargo Bay and back to his office. I think I like the other 1 more. as he referred to Sabal.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:39:27 GMT -6
Posted by Lieutenant Branson Tyler Upon from what he was reading he learned of the drop off of 2 warp cores. He was unclear who had done this but from vid feed out side the ship its looked to be the ‘Drak’. Branson tapped his combadge. Thank you Ambassador. Sorry, My Lord. He closed the channel and open a new 1 towards the Chief of Engineering. 1st Lieutenant Bob Murkeye, I have a special delivery out side. Got 2 warp cores. Use them as you need them, 1st Lieutenant Tyler out.
He turns to leave the Consular’s Office and heads down the corridor, during this time the Chief of Security checks in. He hits on his combadge. Ah Major Arishela, thank you for reporting in. Please Ma’Am do those Drills that the Colonel requested. He waved the Majors emphases do to the typical Klingon’s behavioral pattern.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Aug 22, 2008 2:40:21 GMT -6
Posted by Sabal Location: Main Hull6 hours of work later Sabal finally had all the Ablative armor generators repaired and installed. “Sabal to engineering, I’ve completed repairs and installation of the Ablative Armor system. I’m going to connect main power to the system to test it.” After receiving the ok from engineering, Sabal connected it to the main power system, but since the ship’s main power was offline nothing happened. “Sabal to 1st Lt. Murkeye, I would like to test the Ablative armor system while I’m out here, how close are we to getting the ship’s main power online?”Location: Main Hull
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