((Officer's Lounge: DS 285))

SUMATARAN: I see. ::excited:: Sir, would you extend us the courtesy of observing
the upgrade?

EPSILON: Your participation would be a prudent security measure, as Chief of
Engineering you will have access to my declassified schematic.

::Sumataran waited for the Haalian's reaction's to her offer. (Epsilon would
store it for later analysis.)::

ESKYYS: I would be honored, but just so you know, I've seen most of your
classified schematics. How do you think I was able to design my arm?

SUMATARAN: ::confused:: Epsilon?

ESKYYS: You didn't see the report on my prosthetic arm? I'll have to show it to
you while your with it.

SUMATARAN: Yes, I'd be most interested... your arm is... very real. We have to
process all of Epsilon's visual record in real time.

ESKYYS: It grew back after the ceremony to save the Captain on Ba'ku.

EPSILON: My theory, Doctor, is that the nanotechnology embedded in the unit
aided in the regrowth of Commander Eskyss' Haalian DNA, however, this is
apparently still up for analysis at the lab.

ESKYSS: reply

SUMATARAN: Commander, would you like a drink?

ESKYSS: reply

EPSILON: I will ingest water.

::Epsilon approached a replicator and ordered their drinks. She paused. There
was an error message on the replicator.::

SUMATARAN: ::laughs:: That's unusual.

::The water Epsilon had ordered was frozen in a solid in a glass.::

EPSILON: Apparently there is something wrong with this unit.

ESKYSS: reply

SUMATARAN: Well, I would toast to success, but water isn't customarily
celebratory drink. Let's hope our state-of-the-art laboratory.

ESKYSS: reply

SUMATARAN: We'll see you in a few hours, Sir.

::Eskyss left to join Commander Mitchell at the other end of the lounge, leaving
Sumataran and Epsilon and the frozen glass::

TBC/TAG
--
Lt. Cmdr Epsilon-Delta
Chief of Security, USS Discovery-B
&
Dr. Tsodi Rama Sumataran
Chief of Research & Development,
Epsilon Program
Deep Space 285
&
Dr. Helen H. Mirren, PhD
Director, Epsilon Program
Deep Space 285

((Tyr's Quarters, DS-285))

::Alex took her time showering. The hot water against her skin felt good.
She hadn't realized just how tense her muscles had been until the water
began pounding against it. Once she felt relaxed, she climbed out of the
shower and turned off the water.::

::Reaching for a towel, she dried off and then combed her hair. She stood in
front of the mirror for a moment, still finding all this so hard to believe.
She could sense how much Tyr loved her and the baby (already).::

oOWhat did I do to deserve...Oo

::She shook her head, unwilling to finish the thought. She went to the bag
she had left by the door before they had gone to the ceremony. Reaching
inside, Alex pulled out a black lace teddy. She quickly dressed (if that's
what you could call it), glad for a moment that she could still fit in the
garment.::

::Once satisfied with her appearance, she walked slowly out into the
bedroom. She stopped and sighed, seeing Tyr lying on the bed apparently
asleep. Crossing the room, she crawled onto the bed with a smile. She raised
up on one arm, gently tracing her fingers along Tyr's abdomen.::

MORGAN: I love you so much.

::She leaned forward and kissed him softly. Then she laid her head on his
chest.::

WALTAS:

MORGAN: ::raising her head ot look at him:: I thought maybe you would rather
sleep.

WALTAS:

MORGAN: I do have something for you.

WALTAS:

::Alex grinned as she sat up and reached over Tyr, pushing him down onto his
back. She opened the nightstand drawer where she had hidden the gift
earlier.::

MORGAN: I was waiting for the perfect time.

::She pulled the small box out of the drawer. She rolled back, propping
herself up with one arm and holding the package above Tyr with her free
hand.::

MORGAN: There's no more perfect time than right now.

WALTAS:

MORGAN: Open it.

::Alex could sense Tyr's bewilderment as she watched him carefully unwrap
and open the box.

::It was a handcrafted piece much like what humans consider a bangle
bracelet. It was made of a rose colored gold with an intricate Bajoran
pattern engraved into the metal.::

MORGAN: I know it's probably not what you expected but it's one of a kind.
::Smiling:: My mother had given it to my father when they... well almost
married.

tag/tbc...

=============
Dr. Alexis Morgan
CMO
USS Discovery

"Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional."


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((Uss Discovery))



Archer: I don't know why Danar and he were separated. When Danar left the base
it
was under very stranger circumstances and I didn't see him again until he turned
up on SB118 about a year ago with a new clone of Hannibal



Garrett: I wonder why he cloned him



Archer: I guess he assumed that the original animal had died, I don't know



Garrett: I must admit I thought Danar knew I had kept him.. It seems Hannibal is
good at finding
new familys/caregivers. .



Archer: Well I guess that was somewhere in his sense of survival, how long did
you keep him for?



Garrett: For a number of year, I cared for him before I left star fleet. However
when I returned to earth, it was decided to remove him from the place and most
people
he knew was cruel. So the crew adopted him



Archer: Wow, that's a nice story, I never realised he had gone to the hearts of
so many people



Garrett: What animal could ask for more? A whole crew to care for him.. And
give him treats



Archer: Well its not like he ever went without!



::Rei smiled::



Archer: So where are your children now?



Garrett: At home…



Archer: Are they here with you on the Discovery?



Garrett: No, my daughter has joined star fleet and so is at the acdemdy, and my
son Dylan is on earth with my Mother and father.



Archer: And there father?



Garrett: Gre’ta is my adopted daughter, her parents are dead. Dylan father has
not
been evolved in his life



Archer: I apologise, I am taking up all your time with my curious questions



Garrett: its fine…



Archer: Where did you say you were headed?



Garrett: I am on my way to find Lt Commander Eskyys, to determine if he needs
any help with repairs



Archer: Mind If I come with you?



Garrett: That fine… as long as you relies you might be put to repair work



::Rei smiled and made her away towards where the computer indicated Eskyys was
located::



Garrett: Lt Commander Eskyys…



Eskyys Reply



TAG



Rei Garrett

Intel Officer / Marine Officer

Uss Discovery


      
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((Starfleet Headquarters))

:: Lieutenant General Lucy Tesch sat at her desk looking over reports after
reports; the arduous task of placing Marines where they were most needed was
her responsibility. There had been a major influx of Marines just recently
but it also came at an alarming rate of demand. Peace was an uneasy thing,
the major powers of the Alpha Quadrant were still recovering from the brutal
Dominion War, the Federation stretched to its limit. Flag Officers had come
under increasing pressure to keep the Federation secure in the uneasy time
it was in.::



:: Lt.General Tesch brushed back her long wavy blonde hair, and continued to
look over the Marine deployments in the Ithassa Region as well as the Avalon
and Trinity Sectors. Particularly she looked at the two stations that came
under attack, DS17 and DS285, noticing that both stations didn't operate
with Marine's but just standard Security in this times on the frontlines
Tesch had decided Marines could be utilised everywhere. Looking at vessels
in those areas that housed Marines, it was only a matter of choice of who
needed them most. The Challenger's goal was to establish the Duronis Embassy
and therefore had a need for Marines. The Constitution had a small
detachment of Marines but given the size of the vessel it was far prudent to
keep the Marines there. Which left one vessel, the Discovery. Currently
docked at DS285 it was going to be easier to solve half the problem than
first thought.::



::Given DS285 had over 1,000 Security Personnel it would be easier to
transfer across Security Personnel and simply swap them with the Marine
contingent on the Discovery. She had full clearance to deploy the Marines
where ever she wanted; all she had to do was to persuade both the CO of
DS285 and the CO of Discovery to part with their crew.  Once again Tesch
pushed back her blonde hair from over her hazel eyes to confirm there had
been no other requests made in those sectors, on double checking she saw
that the CO of DS285 a Commander Nicholas Dane had placed a request for a
small contingent of Marines, something of a coincidence, but she wasn't
complaining, she'd be able to grant this request, and solve the issue in no
time at all. She opened a link to the Discovery.::



Tesch: Computer open Starfleet Channel 46 link to Captain Tyr Waltas of the
USS Discovery-B.



::The computer chirped with acknowledgment as the channel was opened. She
didn't have to wait long. Tyr's eyes snapped open as the unmistakable sound
tore through his subconscious. Every Captain knew the sound of an incoming
priority call from a flag officer. Checking on Alex, she was still in the
shower, Tyr rubbed his eyes and sat down in front of the comm panel, pulling
on his command shirt and jacket.::



o O This can't be good. O o



Waltas: Computer, decrypt transmission. Authorization Waltas alpha 2 9
epsilon.



::The screen flicked from the image of the logo of the Marine Corps to that
of a long haired scruffy looking man sat behind his desk, wearing the pips
of a Captain. She felt her lip curl as she was less than impressed with a
man who was supposed to represent the Federation. Tesch prided herself on
image and expected it of anyone under her command. Tyr was equally
unimpressed with the hard-edged Marine behind a desk.::



o O She reminds me of my spatial physics professor when I walked into class.
One look at the hair and beard and she was an enemy for life. And I still
passed her class. HA! O o



Tesch: Captain I won't beat around the bush. As I'm sure you're aware there
is a high demand for Marines and despite the huge influx, we can't cope.



Waltas: I'm sorry to hear that, General. The Marine Corps assigned to
Discovery has been invaluable during the last two missions. With our current
replacements I think...



Tesch: Captain in short, despite your past mission where you clearly used
the Marines onboard, I don't believe you need them, I'm sure a Security
Force under the right leadership could deal with the threat it faced.



::Whilst speaking she pulled up the Senior Officers roster, looking at the
Senior Marines there was certainly very capable Officers there. Tyr frowned
visibly.::



o O Who are YOU to decide what's best for my ship? You're sitting there
flying a desk for the last decade. O o



Waltas: General, with all due respect, I think it's best if the Captain of
the Discovery decides what is best for Discovery. The last mission proved
that we need the Marines...



Tesch: Commander Dane has requested a contingent of Marines after the attack
on his station, and quite right too. I propose a swap, he's just taken in
some new Security personnel, he gives you them and you give him your
Marines.



Waltas: General I understand Commander Dane's needs and will attempt to
accomodate them, but I will not give up officers who have served under me
for years because of a shortage of troops. DS-285 is more than capable of
defending itself..



Tesch: Well you seem to have three very capable Senior Officers, two of
which have been Chief of Security before one of them serves in the Hazard
Team. Another who has served in the capacity of Chief Engineer, it's not
like you're short on experienced Senior Staff is it?



Waltas: That's beside the point. Marines have a specific function and..



TESCH: ::Cutting him off.:: Security can do it just as well Captain.



::The General's attitude toward him had worn on his resolve and he raised
his voice, just slightly, resulting in a deep, commanding voice.::



WALTAS: General I have listened to everything you have to say and I expect
the same courtesy or our conversation can continue via subspace text
messages.



::It was a calculated risk, but he would not be shown disrespect no matter
what rank insignia appeared on the person's collar. Tesch was less than
impressed with the Cpatains attitude, she hated the Captain that went beyond
there rank.::



TESCH: ::Stern voice.:: You'll do well to remember your place Captain!



WALTAS: I am saying that I have officers that have served under me and I
intend to keep them. You have the ability to remove the Marine Corps from
Discovery but you do not have the authority to reassign my officers. Either
we compromise and I keep the officers I choose or we will take this to
Starfleet Command.



TESCH:Very well you keep the Senior personnel that wish to stay, but the
Marines will be dispatched to DS285 with immediate effect and you will
recieve Security personnel instead how you go about organising them is youre
choice Captain.



::He considered her proposal, scratching his beard and returning the gaze of
the Marine General.::



WALTAS: Very well. I will reassign the Marines on the condition I keep my
officers and any others specified during the transfer.



TESCH: ::Rolling her eyes.:: I just said you can keep them, i'll put it down
to the late hour I called you at. That will be all Captain.



WALTAS::Curtly:: Pleasure meeting you General. Good day.



TESCH: ::Snarling.:: Like...



::He cut off the viewscreen before she finished her sentence. Sighing, he
took off the jacket and command shirt, leaving only his t-shirt, and flopped
back on the bed, in a visibly worse mood.::



=============================

Captain Tyr Waltas

Commanding Officer
USS Discovery



-and-



Lieutenant General Lucy Tesch

Commanding Officer

Starfleet Marine Corps Operations



Simmed by



Marine Captain Daniel 'Bulldog' Wood

Marine

USS Discovery-B




   _____

From: wraith@...
To: danielwood7@...
Subject: JP: The General
Date: Thu, 19 Nov 2009 19:55:00 -0500


OOC: Feel free to make any changes, but Tyr won't take any guff from someone
even if she is a General. :)


((Starfleet Headquarters))

:: Lieutenant General Lucy Tesch sat at her desk looking over reports after
reports; the arduous task of placing Marines where they were most needed was
her responsibility. There had been a major influx of Marines just recently
but it also came at an alarming rate of demand. Peace was an uneasy thing,
the major powers of the Alpha Quadrant were still recovering from the brutal
Dominion War, the Federation stretched to its limit. Flag Officers had come
under increasing pressure to keep the Federation secure in the uneasy time
it was in.::

:: Lt.General Tesch brushed back her long wavy blonde hair, and continued to
look over the Marine deployments in the Ithassa Region as well as the Avalon
and Trinity Sectors. Particularly she looked at the two stations that came
under attack, DS17 and DS285, noticing that both stations didn't operate
with Marine's but just standard Security in this times on the frontlines
Tesch had decided Marines could be utilised everywhere. Looking at vessels
in those areas that housed Marines, it was only a matter of choice of who
needed them most. The Challenger's goal was to establish the Duronis Embassy
and therefore had a need for Marines. The Constitution had a small
detachment of Marines but given the size of the vessel it was far prudent to
keep the Marines there. Which left one vessel, the Discovery. Currently
docked at DS285 it was going to be easier to solve half the problem than
first thought.::

::Given DS285 had over 1,000 Security Personnel it would be easier to
transfer across Security Personnel and simply swap them with the Marine
contingent on the Discovery. She had full clearance to deploy the Marines
where ever she wanted; all she had to do was to persuade both the CO of
DS285 and the CO of Discovery to part with their crew.  Once again Tesch
pushed back her blonde hair from over her hazel eyes to confirm there had
been no other requests made in those sectors, on double checking she saw
that the CO of DS285 a Commander Nicholas Dane had placed a request for a
small contingent of Marines, something of a coincidence, but she wasn't
complaining, she'd be able to grant this request, and solve the issue in no
time at all. She opened a link to the Discovery.::

Tesch: Computer open Starfleet Channel 46 link to Captain Tyr Waltas of the
USS Discovery-B.

::The computer chirped with acknowledgment as the channel was opened. She
didn't have to wait long. Tyr's eyes snapped open as the unmistakable sound
tore through his subconscious. Every Captain knew the sound of an incoming
priority call from a flag officer. Checking on Alex, she was still in the
shower, Tyr rubbed his eyes and sat down in front of the comm panel, pulling
on his command shirt and jacket.::

o O This can't be good. O o

Waltas: Computer, decrypt transmission. Authorization Waltas alpha 2 9
epsilon.

::The screen flicked from the image of the logo of the Marine Corps to that
of a long haired scruffy looking man sat behind his desk, wearing the pips
of a Captain. She felt her lip curl as she was less than impressed with a
man who was supposed to represent the Federation. Tesch prided herself on
image and expected it of anyone under her command. Tyr was equally
unimpressed with the hard-edged Marine behind a desk.::

o O She reminds me of my spatial physics professor when I walked into class.
One look at the hair and beard and she was an enemy for life. And I still
passed her class. HA! O o

Tesch: Captain I won't beat around the bush. As I'm sure you're aware there
is a high demand for Marines and despite the huge influx, we can't cope.

Waltas: I'm sorry to hear that, General. The Marine Corps assigned to
Discovery has been invaluable during the last two missions. With our current
replacements I think...

Tesch: Captain in short, despite your past mission where you clearly used
the Marines onboard, I don't believe you need them, I'm sure a Security
Force under the right leadership could deal with the threat it faced.

::Whilst speaking she pulled up the Senior Officers roster, looking at the
Senior Marines there was certainly very capable Officers there. Tyr frowned
visibly.::

o O Who are YOU to decide what's best for my ship? You're sitting there
flying a desk for the last decade. O o

Waltas: General, with all due respect, I think it's best if the Captain of
the Discovery decides what is best for Discovery. The last mission proved
that we need the Marines...

Tesch: Commander Dane has requested a contingent of Marines after the attack
on his station, and quite right too. I propose a swap, he's just taken in
some new Security personnel, he gives you them and you give him your
Marines.

Waltas: General I understand Commander Dane's needs and will attempt to
accomodate them, but I will not give up officers who have served under me
for years because of a shortage of troops. DS-285 is more than capable of
defending itself..

Tesch: Well you seem to have three very capable Senior Officers, two of
which have been Chief of Security before one of them serves in the Hazard
Team. Another who has served in the capacity of Chief Engineer, it's not
like you're short on experienced Senior Staff is it?

Waltas: That's beside the point. Marines have a specific function and..

TESCH: response

::The General's attitude toward him had worn on his resolve and he raised
his voice, just slightly, resulting in a deep, commanding voice.::

WALTAS: General I have listened to everything you have to say and I expect
the same courtesy or our conversation can continue via subspace text
messages.

::It was a calculated risk, but he would not be shown disrespect no matter
what rank insignia appeared on the person's collar.::

TESCH: response

WALTAS: I am saying that I have officers that have served under me and I
intend to keep them. You have the ability to remove the Marine Corps from
Discovery but you do not have the authority to reassign my officers. Either
we compromise and I keep the officers I choose or we will take this to
Starfleet Command.

TESCH: response

::He considered her proposal, scratching his beard and returning the gaze of
the Marine General.::

WALTAS: Very well. I will reassign the Marines on the condition I keep my
officers and any others specified during the transfer.

TESCH: response

WALTAS::Curtly:: Pleasure meeting you General. Good day.

TESCH: response

::He cut off the viewscreen before she finished her sentence. Sighing, he
took off the jacket and command shirt, leaving only his t-shirt, and flopped
back on the bed, in a visibly worse mood.::

=============================
Captain Tyr Waltas
Commanding Officer
USS Discovery

-and-



Todd Walters
Temet Nosce



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((Corridor - DS285))

LUNDRIGAN: ::with a wry smile:: I, for one, can't wait to take a tour. Shall we
be on our way?

MITCHELL: Sure Lets.

::Mitchell took the lead, with Lundrigan following next to him.::

MITCHELL: So Lundrigan, how was the ride out?

LUNDRIGAN: Thankfully, it was uneventful.  It gave me a bit of time to brush up
on my nav studies.  I was a bit weak on that in my final year.  The crew of the
freighter offered me carte blanche access to the bridge, but I didn't hang out
there very often.  I just didn't feel comfortable being there without having a
console to control. ::shrugging apologetically::  Do you know what I mean?

MITCHELL: Well being a former fighter pilot, I hate riding while something else
is driving.

LUNDRIGAN: Yes, that's pretty much how I felt.  The, uh, riding part, not the
fighter pilot part, of course!

::Eric flushed slightly at his stammering.  He fervently hoped that the
commander would understand Lundrigan's nervousness.  Fortunately, a snippet of
the conversation behind them filled Eric's awkward moment of hesitation.::

ANDERS: ::laughs:: Well, for the most part, Commander Mitchell usually keeps me
flying a fighter or behind the helm, but now with Ensign Lundrigan around to
help, maybe I'll have more of an opportunity to see more of the ship.

MITCHELL: I heard that.

::Glancing back, Eric caught Rriarr suppressing a smile.  It was contagious, as
he couldn't help breaking out into a smile as well.::

::They reached the corner and almost ran right into Commander Eskyys.::

ESKYYS: So which one of you is the Engineer?

MITCHELL: ::pointing to Ensign Rriarr.:: Ensign Rriarr here is your new man.

ESKYYS: Nice to meet you Ensign. I was heading over for an inspection tour,
Rriarr your with me. Anyone else want to come?

MITCHELL: I'll pass this time. I need to get them both issued quarters.

ANDERS: Well, since Commander Eskyys is taking Rriarr to see his department, and
Commander Mitchell is getting your assigned to quarters, Lundrigan, why don't I
just take you up to the Bridge, and let you take a look at helm?

LUNDRIGAN: That'd be great, sir.  I've never had a chance to see the bridge of
this class of ships.

ANDERS: Okay we'll do that and meet you all in Engineering. How would that be?

RRIARR: Err that sounds alright to me.

LUNDRIGAN: ::facing each in turn:: Rriarr, we'll see you again soon.  Commander
Mitchell, thank you for your assistance.  Commander Eskyys, an honor to meet
you. ::finally facing Anders:: Alright!  Where do we head from here?

ANDERS: ::Point to the turbolift.:: Right this way.

::Anders and Lundrigan moved away from the group towards a nearby lift.  As they
entered, Eric considered his impressions of this officer he would be working
closely with.  Compared to Eric, she was petite in stature, but seemed very
assertive and forthcoming, as well as friendly.  Inwardly, Eric gave a sigh of
relief.  He had been concerned during his flight to Starbase 285, obsessed with
the possibility of facing harsh, judgmental superiors.  So far, his concerns
were proving to be for naught.::

LUNDRIGAN: So, Commander.  Do you find it difficult transitioning between
piloting the Discovery and piloting fighter craft? ::adding hastily:: Well,
maybe not you specifically, but, maybe, someone like me?

ANDERS: <response>

LUNDRIGAN:  Of course, I obviously will need some training in the fighters.  I
doubt they handle like the shuttlecraft I'm used to. ::with a sheepish grin:: I
don't expect I'll be doing much of anything until I get up to speed.

ANDERS: <response>

LUNDRIGAN: I'm sure that once I'm settled into the crew rotation, it won't take
long until everything starts feeling like second nature.  It was mentioned to me
in my placement dossier that I needed to be prepared to fill one of several
roles aboard the Discovery.  Helm, obviously, but possibly Comm and maybe even
Ops at some point.  It all seems pretty, well, exciting, I suppose!

::Once again within only a few minutes, Eric found himself feeling like he was
making a fool of himself before a superior officer.  He hoped he didn't sound as
silly as he felt.::

LUNDRIGAN: I'm sorry for going on like the greenhorn I am, fresh off the
shuttle.  I honestly don't mean to sound like a Starfleet recruitment video. 
I'm just really happy, and motivated to get started.

ANDERS: <response>

tag

Ensign Eric Lundrigan
HCO
USS Discovery

(( 3rd Platoon CO's Office - Marine Barracks, DS-285 ))
 
QUAY: No, sir. I'm still young enough to start all over, marry, and raise a
family. I want my life to count for something other than notches on the butt of
my phaser. It took me a long time to realize what I really wanted, but now that
I do, I can't take the chance of it passing me by. ::quizzical expression:: Know
what I mean?
 
McCALL: I can't say that I fully do to be honest with you Kassa.  I don't put
notches on my phaser, some Marines do.  There is no perfect way of being a
Marine, you don't have to be the gung-ho type getting into fights at the first
opportunity to be a good Marine Officer.  Are you sure this is what you really
want and not a reaction to the last mission?

QUAY: The notches was a figure of speach, sir. It's the killing I was talking
about, the broken lives, the distruction. It's not a legacy I want to leave
behind.

::  McCall was getting the impression that he was not going to be able to change
her mind on this at all.  He did not really want to think about what this would
do to her platoon.::

McCALL:  It is my job to try and get your to change your mind, not just about
leaving the Marines but about leaving Starfleet.  I will be sad to see you go
Major, you will leave a sizable hole in the unit. 

::  McCall pressed his thumb print on to the padd before handing it back to
Quay.::     

QUAY:  Thank you, sir.

McCALL:  Do you want to tell your platoon yourself or would you like me to do
it?

QUAY: Sir, I'd like to do it, myself, and if you have my replacement in mind,
I'd like to turn the platoon over to him or her as a show of continuity. Just
let me know when to set it up.

McCALL:  Okay, one last thing before you go, when you do leave Starfleet can I
ask what you plan to do as a career?  Deciding to leave is the easy part,
thinking about what you are going to do afterwards is far more difficult.  If
you have not already got a plan come up with one before you send your letter of
resignation in.

QUAY: Yes, sir, I have. I plan to go to Earth. Dr. Jophy Calhan has opened a
private practice there. We were engaged to be married before he left Starfleet.
I should have gone with him, but now, I'm going to him to see if we can salvage
what we had, and if we can, I will make it my career to be a good wife to him.
If not, I'll go back to Trill to be with my family and continue my education.

::She truned to leave, then stopped, turning to face him again.::

QUAY: Sir, it's been a pleasure to serve under your command. My best to you
always.

McCALL: Response
 
TAG

Major Kassa Quay
SFMC
USS Discovery - B
simed by
LtCmdr Perin Anders
 


    




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(( 3rd Platoon CO's Office - Marine Barracks, DS-285 ))

:: McCall looked from Quay to the padd and back again before taking the padd of
her to read. He did not read all of it, most was the standard template for a
transfer request. The Colonel noted Eskyys thumb print and recommendation on the
padd before gently placing it on his desk.::

McCALL: You are a little over ranked to guard the brig Major. Why the transfer
request?

QUAY: Sir, I won't lie to you. It all boils down to one thing... I've lost my
nerve, and I'd be detrimental to the safety of my men. But since security is all
I know, the Brig seemed to be the best place I could think of.

McCALL:  I have killed more people while working in Security than my time in
Intel and the Marines put together. 

QUAY: ::dropping her head:: I know, sir, but working the brig doesn't require
putting other lives at risk as much, and... well,  there's more, sir. I would
only be there for a short while. Just for however long is takes to muster out of
Starfleet.
 
::  McCall knew Quay's file without having to bring it up on the computer, it
was a pretty big file and there were a good number of really achievements on
there.  He was quite surprised by Quay's decision to leave Starfleet.  Being a
career officer himself the thought of leaving Starfleet was a somewhat strange
one to him.::

McCALL: Muster out of Starfleet?  With you time at the academy, your time on a
number of other ships you have put a lot into your career.  You will be giving
up a lot of time and effort.  Too much in my opinion.
 
QUAY: No, sir. I'm still young enough to start all over, marry, and raise a
family. I want my life to count for something other than notches on the butt of
my phaser. It took me a long time to realize what I really wanted, but now that
I do, I can't take the chance of it passing me by. ::quizzical expression:: Know
what I mean?

oO  Notches on a phaser?  Is that how she sees herself?  Oo
 
McCALL: I can't say that I fully do to be honest with you Kassa.  I don't put
notches on my phaser, some Marines do.  There is no perfect way of being a
Marine, you don't have to be the gung-ho type getting into fights at the first
opportunity to be a good Marine Officer.  Are you sure this is what you really
want and not a reaction to the last mission?

QUAY: reply

::  McCall was getting the impression that he was not going to be able to change
her mind on this at all.  He did not really want to think about what this would
do to her platoon.::

McCALL:  It is my job to try and get your to change your mind, not just about
leaving the Marines but about leaving Starfleet.  I will be sad to see you go
Major, you will leave a sizable hole in the unit.

::  McCall pressed his thumb print on to the padd before handing it back to
Quay.::

QUAY: reply

McCALL:  Do you want to tell your platoon yourself or would you like me to do
it?

QUAY: reply

McCALL:  Okay, one last thing before you go, when you do leave Starfleet can I
ask what you plan to do as a career?  Deciding to leave is the easy part,
thinking about what you are going to do afterwards is far more difficult.  If
you have not already got a plan come up with one before you send your letter of
resignation in.

QUAY: reply

tbc

Marine Colonel Steve McCall
Chief Marine Officer
USS Discovery - B

(( DS285 ))


ESKYYS: So which one of you is the Engineer?

MITCHELL: ::pointing to Ensign Rriarr.:: Ensign Rriarr here is your new man.

::Rriarr stepped forward after being pointed out by Cmdr Mitchell::

ESKYYS: Nice to meet you Ensign. I was heading over for an inspection tour,
Rriarr you're with me. Anyone else want to come?

MITCHELL: I'll pass this time. I need to get them both issued quarters.

ANDERS: Well, since Commander Eskyys is taking Rriarr to see his department, and
Commander Mitchell is getting you assigned to quarters, Lundrigan, why don't I
just take you up to the Bridge, and let you take a look at helm?

LUNDRIGAN: Response

ANDERS: Okay we'll do that and meet you all in Engineering. How would that be?

Rriarr: Err that sounds alright to me.

ESKYYS: Works for me, but don't rush. We will be starting at the bottom and
working up.

Lundrigan/Mitchell: (Reply)

Anders: ::Point to the turbolift.:: Right this way.

Lundrigan: Response

Rriarr: ::Turned to Cmdr Eskyys:: So do you want to lead the way, Mr Eskyys.

ESKYYS: Didn't you study the layout? I want to check everything, :: Smiling. ::
We start at the Warp Core Ejection Hatch, lead the way.

RRIARR: Reply

:: As they entered the lift to the lower levels. ::

ESKYYS: You did hear about what happened on our way back from the last mission?

RRIARR: Reply

ESKYYS: We need to find out what happened. And you and I are going to start at
the bottom.

RRIARR: Reply


TAG/TBC


Lt Cmdr Eskyys
CEO
USS Discovery-B

(( Officer's Lounge: DS285 ))

ESKYYS: That was my main concern, as Chief of Security, I'm sure you have all
the proper security measures prepared. So what additional equipment will you
need on Discovery?

SUMATARAN: Nothing. All the upgrades are designed to work within the Discovery's
existing infrastructure. All we need is authorization to use holodecks.

ESKYYS: :: Nodding. :: I see no problem with that. So Suma will you be going out
with Discovery to moniter the upgrade?

SUMATRAN: Of course. I wouldn't miss this for the quadrant sir.

ESKYYS: Good, will be great to have you home.

SUMATARAN: Commander, may I ask a question?

ESKYYS: Of course.

SUMATARAN: You said you were leaving command. Are you staying aboard the
Discovery?

ESKYYS: Of course, there is no wear I would rather be. I'm resuming my post as
CEO

SUMATARAN: I see. ::excited:: Sir, would you extend us the courtesy of observing
the upgrade?

EPSILON: Your participation would be a prudent security measure, as Chief of
Engineering you will have access to my declassified schematic.

::Sumataran waited for the Haalian's reaction. (Epsilon would store it for later
analysis.)::

ESKYYS: I would be honored, but just so you know, I've seen most of your
classified schematics. How do you think I was able to design my arm?

SUMATARAN/EPSILON: reply

ESKYYS: You didn't see the report on my prosthetic arm? I'll have to show it to
you while your with it.

SUMATARAN/EPSILON: reply

ESKYYS: It grew back after the ceremony to save the Captain on Ba'ku.

SUMATARAN/EPSILON: reply

TBC/TAG


Lt Cmdr Eskyys
CEO
USS Discovery-B

(( DS285: MR 237 ))

ESKYYS: You are an Officer, in some sense we are always on duty. But that can
wait. You want out of the action? I thought Marines lived for combat?

Quay: That's just it, I'm tired of the killing. Tired of the fighting but I
don't know how to do anything else but work in security. It's a catch 22 at
best, unless you have any other ideas.

ESKYYS: I see, one second.

:: Esk walked over to the replicator and produced a padd. Quickly typing he
entered the information he knew. And his recommendations. He then handed the
padd to Quay. ::

ESKYYS: There you go, one transfer to Security, with my recommendation. You will
need to see McCall. And, if he approves, Commander Mitchell. They can contact me
if they have any questions.

QUAY: ::Taking the padd:: Thanks, Commander.

ESKYYS: I told you I wanted to help. And I will do all I can for you.

QUAY: ::nodding:: Then remain my friend, and trust me to know what is best for
me.

ESKYYS: :: Smiling. :: That I will do.

QUAY: I'll call for a time to talk to Colonel McCall as soon as possible. Thank
you for seeing me. I hate that I took you away from your family during your time
off.

ESKYYS: Discovery is my family, as are you. Now I have some more meetings to get
to.

:: Esk headed of to his meeting with Epsilon. ::


Lt Cmdr Eskyys
CEO
USS Discovery-B

((Bridge, USS Discovery-B))

:: As he was still trying to find out something about the sensor readings,
his men finished their jobs and approached him. There were two men and a
woman scanning the bridge with tricorders. Still, there were some engineers
making repairs here and there. ::

VALDIVIA: Have you found anything?

:: All of them moved their heads in negation. ::

VALDIVIA: Well, that was expected. Ok, let's see this thing, maybe you find
something. Excuse me ::he called an engineer from one repair team. :: Is the
screen working?

ENGINEER: Yes, it should be, although not to full resolution still.

VALDIVIA: It will do, thanks.

:: He interfaced the computer with the screen, to show the recordings on the
main screen. It showed the sensor logs, and he reproduced the sequence. An
humanoid was sitting on the central chair and another one entered the
bridge. ::

VALDIVIA: Computer, identify the humanoids and restart.

:: The names and ranks of Captain Waltas and Commander Eskyys appeared over
their silhouettes on the screen. The image showed again the commander
entering the bridge. He looked around, and probably they talked about
something, it was not recorded. Then the captain stood, and the commander
entered some command on a console. ::

VALDIVIA: Can we find what did he do?

:: A crewman approached another console and entered some commands. ::

CREWMAN: He checked the sensors for life sings, confirming they were alone.

CREWMAN 2: Why would he do that? The ship had just been evacuated.

VALDIVIA: Computer, restart sequence.

:: The records reproduced again, until he stopped the it. ::

WOMAN: Sir, is the clock working right? I would swear it stopped slightly
before it should. Still, in theory, it arrived to the end.

VALDIVIA: :: Standing up. :: What? Are you sure of that?

WOMAN: I don't know, I just...

VALDIVIA: Computer, rerun the record and check the clock for any
discprepancies.

:: The images reproduced again, until the computer stopped them. ::

COMPUTER: There is a minor clock jump at this point.

VALDIVIA: How minor?

COMPUTER: 1.47 seconds.

CREWMAN: You call that a minor jump?

WOMAN: Yes, that should be checked...

oO 1.47? That's exactly the flash lenght... what's going on? Oo

VALDIVIA: Computer, join the readings from the Fearless with this ones.

COMPUTER: The precision ranks are too different.

VALDIVIA: Interpole to the best one.

:: The computer loaded for a second, and then reproduced the images again.
At the point where it had stopped before, a huge flash made the image
dissappear, and after something like a second and a half... ::

oO Exactly 1.47 seconds Oo

:: ... the image appeared again, Captain Waltas got to his feet and
Commander Eskyys approached the console to see if they were alone. ::

VALDIVIA: I think it's clear now, they saw, or heard, or felt, something,
and checked the sensors. Computer, try to reconstruct the images behind the
flash.

COMPUTER: Unable to comply.

VALDIVIA: What a surprise... Ok, people, I'll talk with the Captain and the
Commander about this. You did a great help. Go to engineering and help
O'Connor there. When you are done, you are on leave again. He have been here
all morning.

:: As people left, Valdivia sat down again, looking at the screen. ::

VALDIVIA: Computer, open a channel with both Captain Waltas and Commander
Eskyys.

COMPUTER: A three chanel communication is n...

VALDIVIA: not recommended, I know. Do it anyway.

COMPUTER: Done

VALDIVIA: =/\=Captain, Commander, this is Lieutenant Valdivia. =/\=

WALTAS/ESKYYS: response

VALDIVIA: =/\= I am sorry to disturb you, but I think this is important. I
have been working on the computer malfunctions, and we have some good
results. But there is something odd.=/\=

WALTAS/ESKYYS:response

VALDIVIA: =/\=Well, from the Fearless I detected an odd flash on the
Discovery. I checked it on the Discovery's sensors right now, but it's not
there. The sensor logs dissappeared. It's as if the sensors stopped from
working for the exact time the flash was going on. =/\=

WALTAS/ESKYYS:response

VALDIVIA: =/\=At the moment, you were the only two onboard. And, after the
flash, it seems you reacted to something and checked the sensors. Please
remember, what was that? You heard something? You saw something? =/\=

WALTAS/ESKYYS: response



TBC/TAG


Lt.JG John Valdivia
Chief of Operations
USS Discovery-B


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((Bridge, USS Discovery-B))

:: Kivith and Valdivia were working on two different computers. He was
trying to find out what the Discovery's own sensors received when he saw
that odd flash from the Fearless. But nothing. It was as if nothing
happened. It could be that the Fearless sensors malfunctioned, but given the
situation, he would accept the Fearless readings. ::

oO There is nothing... that's odd. Well, there are some minor fluctuations,
but still it makes no sense. What we saw wasn't a minor fluctuation at all.
Oo

:: He had been there for several hours trying to find out what happened, but
the answer was avoiding him. It seemed Kivith was being more lucky, or
effective, as she approached him. ::

KIVITH: Lt. Valdivia, I have a progress report for you.

VALDIVIA: That's good to hear, I seem to be stuck.

KIVITH: Sir, my findings strongly suggest that an unusually potent burst of
gamma radiation could be responsible for all the mechanical trouble
experienced
on the ship.

oO What do you mean by potent? How did we not detect it? It couldn't be too
far away if it hit us... Oo

VALDIVIA: Yes, you mentioned that. Let me see what you have.

KIVITH: Aye sir. ::She showed Valdivia the padd she was working on,
cross-referencing it with the computer reports:: As you can see, before the
burst, the ship was functioning normally. But once the gamma burst struck,
the
ship began experiencing strong power fluctuations that affected most
subsystems,
including the false warp core breach.

VALDIVIA: That seems consistant with what we have... almost. It's still some
work to do here. However, I'd also like to find out what could create a
gamma burst strong enough to hit us from outside our sensor range.

KIVITH: I agree. I believe our next step is to get a scientific team at that
gamma burst's origin point. I will approach the captain and request
permission.
If permits the mission, would you care to come along?

VALDIVIA: Sure, I am very interested in this, Ensign. Keep me informed.

KIVITH: Very well. Please excuse me.

VALDIVIA: ::He nodded:: I'll keep working here. There is something that
still needs to be looked at carefully.

:: She left, talking by the commbadge at the moment. ::

oO Really, finding such a gamma burst would be amazing. However, it doesn't
seem to explain what that was. Let's see what the men have find. Oo

VALDIVIA: =/\= Valdivia to O'Connor. =/\=

O'CONNOR: =/\=O'Connor here. =/\=

VALDIVIA: =/\=Ensign Kivith found we were hit by some kind of gamma burst
while returning to the base. That could have caused the malfunctions. =/\=

O'CONNOR: =/\= Boss, with all due respect, if that's so it must have been a
hell of a burst. =/\=

VALDIVIA: =/\= I know. But that's perfectly coherent with what we have. So
try to find out if that was the cause of the malfunctions, and find all
systems that were affected.=/\=

O'CONNOR: =/\= Right away, boss. =/\=

:: Valdivia sat in the operations officer chair. He touched the panel near
it. ::

oO It seems I will pass some time here. It's comfortable. Oo

:: He looked at the men scanning the bridge with the tricorders. ::

VALDIVIA: People, it seems we have sorted out the malfunctions. But we still
have to find out what was this flash. Finish your parts and come back here
as soon as you are done.

:: They nodded and kept working, and he returned to the computer, still
trying to get something clear from the sensorlogs. ::

TBC


Lt.JG John Valdivia
Chief of Operations
USS Discovery-B


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((Corridor - DS285))
 
QUAY: =/\= Major Quay to Colonel McCall =/\=

McCall: =/\= McCall here, go ahead =/\=

QUAY: =/\= Sir, I would like to speak to you at your earliest possible
convenience. =/\=

McCall: =/\= I am in the 3rd Company CO's office in the Marine barracks on the
Station.  I will be here for the next 3 hours. =/\=

QUAY: =/\= Thank you, sir. I'll be there. =/\=

((3rd Company CO's office))

::  Kassa wasn't far away from his location, but she hurried to get there
anyway. She had enjoyed being under his command, but until she had her head
screwed back on right, she was of no help to him, or to anyone else for that
matter. She entered his office, with padd in hand.::

McCALL:  What can I do for you Major?

QUAY: ::nervously, holding out the padd to him.:: Sir, I have put in for a
transfer back to Starfleet Security, but I need to talk to you about it.

:: McCall looked from Quay to the padd and back again before taking the padd of
her to read.  He did not read all of it, most was the standard template for a
transfer request.  The Colonel noted Eskyys thumb print and recommendation on
the padd before gently placing it on his desk.::

McCALL:  You are a little over ranked to guard the brig Major.  Why the transfer
request?

QUAY: Sir, I won't lie to you. It all boils down to one thing... I've lost my
nerve, and I'd be detrimental to the safety of my men. But since security is all
I know, the Brig seemed to be the best place I could think of.

McCALL:  I have killed more people while working in Security than my time in
Intel and the Marines put together. 

QUAY: ::dropping her head:: I know, sir, but working the brig doesn't require
putting other lives at risk as much, and... well,  there's more, sir. I would
only be there for a short while. Just  for however long is takes to muster out
of Starfleet.
 
McCALL: Response
 
QUAY: No, sir. I'm still young enough to start all over, marry, and raise a
family. I want my life to count for something other than notches on the butt of
my phaser. It took me a long time to realize what I really wanted, but now that
I do, I can't take the chance of it passing me by. ::quizzical expression:: Know
what I mean?
 
McCALL: Response
 
Tag
 
Major Kassa Quay
SFMC
Simed by..
LtCmdr Perin Anders
Helmsman/Pilot
USS Discovery - B


    




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::Species with emotional tendencies would have said it was creepy walking the
almost empty, minimally-lit corridors of the Discovery.  She felt no such thing,
but it was decidedly odd not to be surrounded by crew members.  Here and there,
engineering crews worked to restore function back to damaged sections of the
ship, but she skirted those as best she could.  She didn't want to get in the
way, or perhaps worse, recruited to help.  Between engineer's apparent affection
towards inanimate objects and her building curiosity, she didn't want to lose
the time.  Once her boots hit the station's thin carpeted floor, she slapped her
combadge.::

KIVITH: =/\= Ensign Kivith to Captain Waltas.=/\=

WALTAS:  response

KIVITH:  =/\=Sir, I'd like to meet with you at your earliest convenience.  =/\=

WALTAS:  response

KIVITH:  =/\=It's regarding a theory I have about the system failures that
Discovery suffered while returning from her latest mission.=/\=

WALTAS: response

TBC

Ensign Kivith
Science Officer
USS Discovery

::Kivith was more than slightly curious when she met up with Lt. Valdivia. 
After spending nearly twenty hours yesterday with Dr. Leona examining the
possible effects of a gamma burst on the Discovery, Kivith was looking forward
to proving her theory that the weird events that took place--such as the false
warp core breach--were caused by the burst.

VALDIVIA: Good morning, ensign.

KIVITH: Good Morning, sir.

VALDIVIA: I gathered the men on the bridge, we'll start from there.

KIVITH: The bridge? :: she raised a curious eyebrow::

VALDIVIA: Well, that's our only access to the Main Computer while the repair
teams are working on the ship.

::Kivith nodded and fell into step behind the Lt.::

VALDIVIA: :: As they entered to the turbolift. :: Bridge. :: The turbolift
started moving. :: We'll, our main objective today is to find out what
happened, no to repair anything. Until the systems are all repaired,
restarting the computer is pointless, because you'll have to do it again.

:: They entered the bridge, there were some people from engineering still
working there, but it was almost done. They had done an excelent job. There
were 5 people gathered around O'CONNOR, so they were probably his people. He
approached and found he had read all their profiles, but he could not
remember the names. ::

VALDIVIA: Ok, lets get started. Our main objective today is to find out what
happened when the evacuation. There are two things I'd like to investigate.
The obvious one is the cause of the fake core breach. The other one is what
the hell are those readings. :: He showed a PADD. ::

O'CONNOR: What are those, boss?

VALDIVIA: We took the from the Fearless sensors. There was some kind of
energy signature near the bridge when only Captain Waltas and Commander
Eskyys were aboard. I want to find out what that was.

::Kivith wanted to speak her mind about her own theory, but she was willing to
hold it in until the time was right::

VALDIVIA: OK, we'll work like this. O'Connor, you take three people and go
to engineering. Find what made the computer think we were about to blow up
in pieces. Mind that there will be repair teams working there, coordinate
with them.

O'CONNOR: Yes, boss. :: He nodded, and with a glance he selected his two
companions, who nodded in return. ::

VALDIVIA: You three take your tricorders and try to find anything strange in
the bridge. Energy fluctuations, radiation sources... whatever. Don't be too
optimist with this, because yesterday there wasa baryon sweep that should
have eliminated all those. But you never now. Ensing Kivith and me will be
working on those readings, and comparing them with the Discovery's readings.
Inform me as soon as you find something, or within the hour if you don't.

:: Everyone mumbled a 'yes, sir' and left, or started working. Valdivia
approached to Kivith, handing her the PADD. ::

VALDIVIA: Want to see the readings? There is nothing to be found, however.
It's just an unidentificable energy burst. 1.47 seconds, but that's all we
have.

KIVITH: Sir, while working with Dr. Leona yesterday, she alerted me to a gamma
radiation burst from across the whole sector that struck the ship.  As you
probably know a gamma burst shouldn't be that potent.  I'd like to see if there
are other engineering complications that arose from that specific event.

VALDIVIA: I'd start with checking the computer and trying to find the
readings from the bridge at the same moment. However, I have a bad feeling
about this.

::Kivith immediately went to work using the computer terminal.  She didn't share
Valdivia's 'feelings' at all, mostly because those 'feelings' were illogical and
had no place in an investigation.  Where none but she could know it, there was
growing excitement in her.  To be able to locate proof of such a massive spatial
irregularity would turn some of the commonly held knowledge of subspace on its
head. Of course, the event could turn out to be an unnatural phenomenon.  That
would be an interesting discovery, too--finding out how the burst was created
would be enlightening. Unless of course, if the burst's producers were hostile. 
Kivith suspsected the likelihood of that to be quite low, however.

She spent several hours on the computer comparing times and adverse reactions
within the ship.  As she suspected, there were only very minor
fluctuations--fairly normal ones at that, in the ship's power grid before that
gamma burst.  That gave her theory a little bit more credibility.  It was time
to give her results to the Lt.::

KIVITH:  Lt. Valdivia, I have a progress report for you.

VALDIVIA: response

KIVITH:  Sir, my findings strongly suggest that an unusually potent burst of
gamma radiation could be responsible for all the mechanical trouble experienced
on the ship.

VALDIVIA:  response

KIVITH:  Aye sir. ::She showed Valdivia the padd she was working on,
cross-referencing it with the computer reports:: As you can see, before the
burst, the ship was functioning normally.  But once the gamma burst struck, the
ship began experiencing strong power fluctuations that affected most subsystems,
including the false warp core breach.

VALDIVIA: response

KIVITH:  I agree.  I believe our next step is to get a scientific team at that
gamma burst's origin point.  I will approach the captain and request permission.
If permits the mission, would you care to come along?

VALDIVIA: response

KIVITH:  Very well.  Please excuse me.

TBC/TAG

Ensign Kivith
Science Officer
USS Discovery

(DS-285)

::Having missed the talk about a tour, Perin let Mitchell take the lead, while
she hung back to speak to Rriarr.::

ANDERS: And what department will you have duty, Mr. Rriarr?

RRIARR: I’ve been assigned to the Discovery’s engineering department, Madam.

ANDERS: ::nodding a smile:: Ah, with Commander Eskyys... one of our finest
officers.

RRIARR: I look forward to meeting him. ::Thinking about it for a second before
asking.:: Might you be able to describe what main engineering is like, Madam.

ANDERS: Well to tell you the truth, I've not even seen Engineering, so this tour
will be a treat for me too.

RRIARR: :: Was surprised by this :: Wow. I don’t think I even hear of a
Starfleet Officer who never sees Engineering.

ANDERS: ::laughs:: Well, for the most part, Commander Mitchell usually keeps me
flying a fighter or behind the helm, but now with Ensign Lundrigan around to
help, maybe I'll have more of an opportunity to see more of the ship.

MITCHELL: I heard that.

::Rriarr did a mini laugh after heading Cmdr Mitchell's comment. ::

LUNDRIGAN: (Reply)

::They reached the corner and almost ran right into Commander Eskyys.::

ESKYYS: So which one of you is the Engineer?

MITCHELL: ::pointing to Ensign Rriarr.:: Ensign Rriarr here is your new man.

::Rriarr stepped forward after being pointed out by Cmdr Mitchell::

ESKYYS: Nice to meet you Ensign. I was heading over for an inspection tour,
Rriarr you’re with me. Anyone else want to come?

MITCHELL: I'll pass this time. I need to get them both issued quarters.

ANDERS: Well, since Commander Eskyys is taking Rriarr to see his department, and
Commander Mitchell is getting you assigned to quarters, Lundrigan, why don't I
just take you up to the Bridge, and let you take a look at helm?

LUNDRIGAN: Response

ANDERS: Okay we'll do that and meet you all in Engineering. How would that be?

Rriarr: Err that sounds alright to me.

Lundrigan/Eskyys/Mitchell: (Reply)

Anders: ::Point to the turbolift.:: Right this way.

Lundrigan: Response

Rriarr: ::Turned to Cmdr Eskyys:: So do you want to lead the way, Mr Eskyys.

Anyone: (Reply)

Ensign Rriarr
Engineering Officer
USS Discovery B
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(( Officer's Lounge: DS285 ))


::Epsilon walked up behind Eskyys just as he walked into one the business
lounges on the base.::

EPSILON: Commander Eskyys! ::calling::

ESKYYS: Hell Epsilon, I hope I didn't keep you waiting?

EPSILON: I believe you are actually early, sir.

::Some
Starfleet officers from their ship were there. The area was similar to
a commercial business lounge, although this was reserved for
semi-urgent Starfleet matters between ships and base personnel. From
the other side of the room, a science officer approached them. ::

EPSILON: Sir, I thought it would be best for Lt. Sumataran to meet us. I believe
you served together.

ESKYYS: Hello Sumataran, It's good to see you.

SUMATARAN: Commander, it's good to see you again.

EPSILON: Sumataran is the chief of research at the Epsilon project and the base
Sciences Chief.

:: They shook hands. Sumataran raised her eyebrows and looked up at her former
shipmate. ::

SUMATARAN: With all due respect, I'm surprised to see you in the command
uniform, Sir.

ESKYYS:
You don't need to call me Sir Suma, and the command uniform is going
into storage. I'm going back to engineering. Let's find a table.

SUMATARAN: Yes, let's.

::
As they sat a waiter approached and took there orders. Esk just wanted
coffee. Sumataran watched Eskyys look over the padds in front of him -
they outlined Epsilon's upgrade. ::

EPSILON: Since Discovery is
undergoing extensive repairs, I have requested that the upgrade
procedure take place aboard the base.

ESKYSS: Alright, that would be more efficient.

SUMATARAN: ::shifting in her chair:: What are your concerns, Commander?

ESKYSS: Are you sure this is a necessary upgrade, what benefit would emotions
bring to you Epsilon?

EPSILON: Emotions would serve to enhance my capacity as Chief of Security,
Commander.

ESKYSS: In what way?

EPSILON:
For instance, in addition to having an emotional memory bank and the supplied
behavioral data package, I will have an enhanced capacity to tell when
an individual is fabricating information.

ESKYSS: A lie
detector, OK that could be useful. Is there a chance of you suffering a
similar emotional overload as happened to Commander Data?

::Epsilon noticed Sumataran seemed uneasy. ::

EPSILON: Lieutenant, are you allright?

SUMATARAN:  I'm fine. Commander, the upgrades wouldn't be upgrades if we didn't
fix all known problems.

EPSILON: As Chief of Security, the safety of these upgrades is directly related
to the safety of the ship.

ESKYYS: That was my main concern, as Chief of Security, I'm sure you have all
the proper security measures prepared. So what additional equipment will you
need on Discovery?

SUMATARAN: Nothing. All the upgrades are designed to work within the
Discovery's existing infrastructure. All we need is authorization to
use holodecks.

ESKYYS: So Suma will you be going out with Discovery to moniter the upgrade?

SUMATRAN: Of course. I wouldn't miss this for the quadrant sir.

ESKYSS: reply

SUMATARAN: Commander, may I ask a question?

ESKYSS: reply

SUMATARAN: You said you were leaving command. Are you staying aboard the
Discovery?

ESKYSS: reply

SUMATARAN: I see. ::excited:: Sir, would you extend us the courtesy of observing
the upgrade?

EPSILON: Your participation would be a prudent security measure, as Chief of
Engineering you will have access to my declassified schematic.

::Sumataran waited for the Haalian's reaction. (Epsilon would store it for later
analysis.)::

ESKYSS: reply

TBC/TAG
--
Major Epsilon-Delta
Marine Officer,
USS Discovery-B
&
Dr. Tsodi Rama Sumataran
Chief of Research & Development
Epsilon Program, DS 285
&
Lt Cmdr Eskyys
CEO
USS Discovery-B


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((Uss Discovery))



Archer: I don't know why Danar and he were separated. When Danar left the
base
it was under very stranger circumstances and I didn't see him again until he
turned up on SB118 about a year ago with a new clone of Hannibal

Garrett: I wonder why he cloned him

Archer: I guess he assumed that the original animal had died, I don't know

Garrett: I must admit I thought Danar knew I had kept him.. It seems
Hannibal is good at
finding new familys/caregivers..

Archer: Well I guess that was somewhere in his sense of survival, how long
did you keep him for?

Garrett: For a number of year, I cared for him before I left star fleet.
However
when I returned to earth, it was decided to remove him from the place and
most
people he knew was cruel. So the crew adopted him

Archer: Wow, that's a nice story, I never realised he had gone to the hearts
of so many people

Garrett: What animal could ask for more? A whole crew to care for
him.. And give him treats

Archer: Well its not like he ever went without!

::Rei smiled::

Archer: So where are your children now?



Garrett: response



Archer: Are they here with you on the Discovery?



Garrett: response



Archer: And there father?



Garrett: response



::Kelly felt a little uncomfortable for a moment asking so many questions of
someone she hardly knew, Kelly tightened her pony tail before turning back
to the Lt::



Archer: I apologise lt, I am taking up all your time with my curious
questions



Garrett: response



Archer: Where did you say you were headed?



Garrett: response



Archer: Mind If I come with you?



Garrett: response



TAG



1st Lt Kelly Archer

Marine Officer

Uss Discovery



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((Promenade, DS-285))

::Smiling, he hugged her and she hugged him back warmly. The ring was almost a
perfect fit, as if it had been made for her. She knew it was right and
that she was doing the right thing. Jay's mother would never have forgiven
him if he'd sold the ring, and she could never forgive herself if she
allowed him to do it.::
 
BLANTON:　 It's perfect... Now, you know what would top this shopping trip
off just right?
 
DAISHA::Kissing his nose:: What's that?
 
BLANTON: ::grinning:: You serving me breakfast in bed tomorrow morning.
 
DAISHA::Rolling her eyes:: So you think a ring buys you a freebie, eh?
 
BLANTON: ::laughing:: Seriously, what would you like to do?
 
::She pursed her lips for a minute, thinking back to the solemn ceremony and the
fact that she really hadn't taken a vacation in a long time. The last mission
had worn on her and she did need a break.::　\
 
DAISHA: How about a vacation? The station's holodecks are still working even if
the ship's aren't.
 
BLANTON: I don't know... What about something very none Marine. Um... why don't
we get a holodeck and do something very... Ba'ku?
 
DAISHA: Hmmm..what did you have in mind?

BLANTON: ::wry grin:: Something in the lines of nature... um... fishing?

DAISHA::Eyes lighting up:: That sounds wonderful! I haven't done that in years!

BLANTON: Well, not exactly getting back to the nature of things, but you already
nixed the other thing I had in mind.

DAISHA::Winking, wiggling her hips a bit as she walked:: Keep coming up with
good ideas like this and you just might get that breakfast in bed thing..

BLANTON: ::flipping her on the hind quarters:: You keep that up and I"ll have to
... ::clears his throat:: occupy my time thinking about being on duty.

DAISHA: Response

BLANTON: Tease!

::Tuning to enter the holodeck.::

BLANTON: You chose the setting. And I'll chose the tackle.

DAISHA: Response

BLANTON: No, on the contrary, I was thinking in terms of cane poles and night
crawlers for a true test of our fishing skills..like Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry
Finn... bare feet, cut off jeans and straw hats to boot. 

DAISHA: Response
 
BLANTON: What better way to relax than to lay on a river bank drowing bait?
 
DAISHA: Response

TAG

Sgt. Jay Blanton
SFMC
Simed by...
LtCmdr Perin Anders
Helmsman/Pilot
USS Discovery - B


    




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((DS-285))
 
ANDERS: ::laughs:: Well, for the most part, Commander Mitchell usually keeps me
flying a fighter or behind the helm, but now with Ensign Lundrigan around to
help, maybe I'll have more of an opportunity to see more of the ship.

MITCHELL: I heard that.

LUNDRIGAN: (Reply)

::They reached the corner and almost ran right into Commander Eskyys.::

ESKYYS: So which one of you is the Engineer?

MITCHELL: ::pointing to Ensign Rriarr.:: Ensign Rriarr here is your new man.

ESKYYS: Nice to meet you Ensign. I was heading over for an inspection tour,
Rriarr your with me. Anyone else want to come?

MITCHELL: I'll pass this time. I need to get them both issued quarters.

Anders: Well, since Commander Eskyys is taking Rriarr to see his department, and
Commander Mitchell is getting your assigned to quarters, Lundrigan, why don't I
just take you up to the Bridge, and let you take a look at helm?
 
Lundrigan: Response
 
Anders: Okay we'll do that and meet you all in Engineering. How would that be?
 
Rriarr/Lundrigan/Eskyys/Mitchell: (Reply)
 
Anders: ::Point to the turbolift.:: Right this way.
 
Lundrigan: Response
 
 
LtCmdr Perin Anders
HCO
USS Discovery - B


    




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(DS-285)

(OOC: I'm going to mesh things together to keep us all moving.)

MITCHELL: That's the basics. ::thinking for a second.:: Oh, turning and
gesturing to Ensign Rriarr.:: Sorry about that Ensign Rriarr. Ensign Lundrigan,
this is Ensign Rriarr, our newest Engineering officer. Ensign Rriarr, this is
Ensign Lundrigan, our new helm officer.

Rriarr: ::Who had been waiting patiently for Ensign Lundrigan to make his
salutation to Cmdr Mitchell put out his hand to Lundrigan:: Hello Mr Lundrigan,
it's nice to meet you.

Lundrigan: ::taking his hand warmly:: A pleasure. It's a bit of a relief
meeting somebody who'll be making a fresh start on Discovery other than myself.

MITCHELL: I was giving Ensign Rriarr the quick tour. And I was planning on
ending it at the Quartermaster's office, to get him some quarters. You can join
us if you would like.

Rriarr: I don't mind have another person join our tour of the Discovery.

Lundrigan: That would be excellent. Thank you very much.

::Before they could set off, another officer strode purposefully towards them.::

Anders: ::nodding:: Commander....

MITCHELL: Hello Commander Anders. Sorry I'm late for our appointment.

Anders: No, that's fine, I just came to check in with you.

MITCHELL: Ok. These are Ensigns Rriarr, and Eric Lundrigan.

Anders: ::extending her hand to first one, then the other:: Nice to meet you,
Rriarr....Lundrigan.

Rriarr: ::Taking her hand.:: It's very nice to meet you, Madam.

Lundrigan: Commander Anders? ::shaking her proffered hand:: A pleasure. It seems
I'll be working under your command. I've been assigned as a helmsman.

ANDERS: ::giving the Ensign a warm smile:: Excellent, perhaps you can help with
Communications and Operations too.

LUNDRIGAN: To be honest, I majored in Operations. Helm and Navigation was my
minor in the Academy, but I feel fairly confident I can fit in as a competent
pilot.

ANDERS: ::grinning slightly:: Then I'll make sure you get the opportunity.

LUNDRIGAN: ::with a wry smile:: I, for one, can't wait to take a tour. Shall we
be on our way?

MITCHELL: Sure Lets.

RRIARR: (Reply)

::Mitchell took the lead, with Lundrigan following next to him.::

MITCHELL: So Lundrigan, how was the ride out?

LUNDRIGAN: (Reply)

MITCHELL: Well being a former fighter pilot, I hate riding while something else
is driving.

LUNDRIGAN: (Reply)

ANDERS: ::laughs:: Well, for the most part, Commander Mitchell usually keeps me
flying a fighter or behind the helm, but now with Ensign Lundrigan around to
help, maybe I'll have more of an opportunity to see more of the ship.

MITCHELL: I heard that.

LUNDRIGAN: (Reply)

::They reached the corner and almost ran right into Commander Eskyys.::

ESKYYS: So which one of you is the Engineer?

MITCHELL: ::pointing to Ensign Rriarr.:: Ensign Rriarr here is your new man.

ESKYYS: Nice to meat you Ensign. I was heading over for an inspection tour,
Rriarr your with me. Anyone else want to come?

MITCHELL: I'll pass this time. I need to get them both issued quarters.

Anders/Rriarr/Lundrigan/Eskyys: (Reply)

tbc/tag

Lt Cmdr Rode Mitchell
FO
USS Discovery B

((Promenade, DS-285))
::Smiling, he hugged her and she hugged him back warmly. The ring was almost
a perfect fit, as if it had been made for her. She knew it was right and
that she was doing the right thing. Jay's mother would never have forgiven
him if he'd sold the ring, and she could never forgive herself if she
allowed him to do it.::

BLANTON:¡¡ It's perfect... Now, you know what would top this shopping trip
off just right?

DAISHA::Kissing his nose:: What's that?

BLANTON: ::grinning:: You serving me breakfast in bed tomorrow morning.

DAISHA::Rolling her eyes:: So you think a ring buys you a freebie, eh?

BLANTON: ::laughing:: Seriously, what would you like to do?

::She pursed her lips for a minute, thinking back to the solemn ceremony and
the fact that she really hadn't taken a vacation in a long time. The last
mission had worn on her and she did need a break.::¡¡

DAISHA: How about a vacation? The station's holodecks are still working even
if the ship's aren't.

BLANTON: I don't know... What about something very none Marine. Um... why
don't we get a holodeck and do something very... Ba'ku?

DAISHA: Hmmm..what did you have in mind?

BLANTON: Response

DAISHA::Eyes lighting up:: That sounds wonderful! I haven't done that in
years!

BLANTON: Response

DAISHA::Winking, wiggling her hips a bit as she walked:: Keep coming up with
good ideas like this and you just might get that breakfast in bed thing..

BLANTON: response

TAG

======================
2nd Lieutenant Daisha Waltas
Marine Officer
USS Discovery


Todd Walters
Temet Nosce



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((Fast Forward - Tyr's Quarters, DS-285))

::Alex was exhausted by the time they returned to Tyr's temporary quarters.
She barely waited for the door to close before she started stripping off her
clothes on her way to the bathroom. Tyr arched an eyebrow and jogged
playfully into the room, hands behind his back, looking like a cat about to
eat a canary.::

MORGAN: Just going to take a shower. :Turning to look at him while still
moving backwards, grinning.:: Then I have something for you.

WALTAS::Winking:: Do I have to wait? I could join you.

MORGAN: ::teasingly:: One track mind.

WALTAS::Shrugging:: My ship's broken, my daughter's getting married, my crew
is on leave ::Looking down at Tas:: and even the cat's asleep. I don't have
much else to think about, dear.

::She gave him a wink before disappearing into the bathroom. Tyr followed
her as long as he could, and skidded to a halt as she closed the door.::

WALTAS: Hmph. Guess she wasn't talking about that.

::Looking around the room, he flopped onto the bed and put his head back,
realizing that he was tired after wrestling with Hannibal and shopping with
Alex. He found his eyelids drooping, and before he could do anything about
it, he was fast asleep.::

OOC: Sorry it's so short, but I want to see where this goes. :)

=============================
Captain Tyr Waltas
Commanding Officer
USS Discovery


Todd Walters
Temet Nosce



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((Ceremony Hall, Star Base 285))

::  With the arrival of Lieutenant Archer, McCall quickly moved the conversation
onto the current situation with regard to the Marines.  He was not really
comfortable talking about his personal live at the best of times and this
certainly was not going to be helped by the arrival of a new Marine Officer.::

McCall: Well we were expecting 36 new arrivals but with yourself, Lieutenant
Garrett and Captain Wood being here already it is down to 33. No worries about
the officers, but the 33 enlisted personnel are pretty much all transferring in
from other Marine units. They are going to need to be vetted. Alternatively you
can lend a hand in the renovation of the 3rd company barracks on the station. We
are technically the 3rd company for administration purposes although we
officially assigned to Discovery.

Archer: Is there anything you can suggest that I do sir?

McCall: I would suggest that you enjoy your leave while you can, given the
mission tempo for Discovery of late we will be on assignment very shortly.

Garrett: I might see if they need any help with repairs. after the last few
years, I have had a lot of free time

::Rei Smiled::

Archer: I think Ill join you Lt Garrett, if that's alright of course

McCall: Well whatever you decided, Marine training starts tomorrow at 0600 in
the Marine gym on the Station. We are not cleared to return to Discovery yet. PT
gear, mostly going to be a fitness assessment of the new arrivals to see where
they are compared to everyone else. Not going to be all that strenuous as such
given the number of walking wounded that we have.

Garrett: Very good. I think I will try to get in contact with engineering.

::Rei looked at Archer::

Garrett: Nice to meet you

::Rei nodded at McCall, and made her way out of the room, Archer headed out as
well.  The Colonel looked around the now empty room for a moment before leaving.
He returned to his quarters and switched into a duty uniform before going to his
makeshift office in the stations Marine section.  On his desk was a considerable
amount of paperwork, most of it had not been brought over from the Discovery
either.::

oO  I had less paperwork than this when I was CO of Starbase 118... Oo

::  Most of the paperwork was to do with new arrivals, he looked through the
bits that concerns Woods, Garrett and Archer first.  As he got to the end of the
last file on the three officers his computer screen beeped with the tone that
suggested he had an incoming call.  After trying to acknowledge he call the
computer requested his Intel clearance code.  After tapping in the code the
screen was filled with face of Director Cole.  The Director had short grey hair
and a matching neatly trimmed beard, his rank insignia on his collar remained
conspicuous by it's absence.  Judging from the background the Director was once
more back at in charge of Intelligence in the Sol system.::

McCALL:  Good Morning Director.  What do I owe for the call?

COLE:  Morning Colonel.  Straight to the point as usual.  Are you aware of the
Achilles recent missions?

McCALL:  As in the evac of the colony?

COLE:  No, they responded to a distress call from a civilian transport a number
of hours ago.  They found the transport badly damaged but with no crew.  They
tracked down the ship responsible, a D7 battle cruiser with modifications. 
After engaging and crippling the cruiser they rescued the transports crew and
passengers before being attacked by 3 more modified ships that were originally a
Romulan warbird, a Cardassian Galor and a Federation Miranda.  The Achilles took
damage but managed to escape, she is on the way back to DS-285.

McCALL:  I assume Starfleet will respond to this attack?

COLE:  In due course.  The Achilles also picked up four of the D7-class ships
crew.  A mixture of different races, no Klingons, Romulans or Cardassian
lifesigns have actually be detected on the four ships.

McCALL:  What is this to do with me?

COLE:  We have few Intel assets in the Avalon sector since your taskforce was
moved.  We need to speak with them and apply necessary leverage to get answers
about who they are, what they are doing and where they are based.

McCALL:  So you want me to speak with them?  What is my leverage?  I very much
doubt a Federation penal colony and my marine uniform will get the job done.

COLE:  I am sending you a copy of an extradition treaty with the Saurian Empire.
While they have not actually attacked any Saurian ships they have operated in
Saurian space and attacked people that trade with the Saurians.  The Saurian
criminal justice system is a little more... robust than ours, the threat of
handing them over should suffice.

McCALL:  Correct me if I am wrong but we don't have a Extradition treaty with
the Saurians.

COLE:  Not yet, it is a complicated and elaborate fake.  Will certainly be good
enough to fool a modern day pirate.  If it isn't and they remain uncooperative a
different approach will be taken.  I doubt it will be needed though.  Captain
Struntz of the Achilles has been advised.  I suggest you deal with this matter
on board the Achilles rather than the Station,   she is due back in 3 hours.

::  McCall's computer beeped as a copy of the fake Extradition treaty arrived.::

McCALL:  Understood, one last question. I take it you don't know what shore
leave means Director?

COLE:  ::smiling:: No Colonel, Good day.

::  The screen switched to Starfleet Intelligence logo before going blank.::

oO  Bet he has never had a days holiday in his life.. Oo

::  His commbadge beeped before he had a chance to really think about what Cole
had said.::

QUAY: =/\= Major Quay to Colonel McCall =/\=

McCall: =/\= McCall here, go ahead =/\=

QUAY: =/\= Sir, I would like to speak to you at our earliest possible
convenience. =/\=

McCall: =/\= I am in the 3rd Company CO's office in the Marine barracks on the
Station.  I will be here for the next 3 hours. =/\=

QUAY: =/\= Thank you, sir. I'll be there. =/\=

::  McCall was not surprised to see Quay arrive quickly, he did not really know
what she was going to say but guessed that it was not going to be good.  The
Colonel did his best to avoid looking busy although he could not help but notice
the padd in her hand.::

oO  Letter of resignation? Oo

McCALL:  What can I do for you Major?

QUAY: reply

::  McCall looked from Quay to the padd and back again before taking the padd of
her to read.  He did not read all of it, most was the standard template for a
transfer request.  The Colonel noted Eskyys thumb print and recommendation on
the padd before gently placing it on his desk.::

McCALL:  You are a little over ranked to guard the brig Major.  Why the transfer
request?

QUAY: reply

::  McCall could emphasis with the point, his career wasn't much different.::

McCALL:  I have killed more people while working in Security than my time in
Intel and the Marines put together.

QUAY: reply

tbc

Marine Colonel Steve McCall
Chief Marine Officer
USS Discovery - B

((Corridor - DS 285))

ANDERS: ::nodding:: Commander....
 
MITCHELL: Response
 
Anders: No, that's fine, I just came to check in with you.
 
MITCHELL: Response
 
ANDERS: ::extending her hand to first one, then the other:: Nice to meet you,
Rriarr....Lundrigan.
 
RRIARR: ::Taking her hand.:: It's very nice to meet you, Madam.
 
LUNDRIGAN: Commander Anders? ::shaking her proffered hand:: A pleasure.  It
seems I'll be working under your command.  I've been assigned as a helmsman.

ANDERS: ::giving the Ensign a warm smile:: Excellent, perhaps you can help with
Communications and Operations too.

::Perin had made a statement, but it was more a question to get a scope of his
capabilities.  She was glad that Lundrigan was not put off by it, and answered
promptly with a like statement.::

LUNDRIGAN:  To be honest, I majored in Operations.  Helm and Navigation was my
minor in the Academy, but I feel fairly confident I can fit in as a competent
pilot.

ANDERS: ::grinning slightly:: Then I'll make sure you get the opportunity.

LUNDRIGAN: ::with a wry smile:: I, for one, can't wait to take a tour.  Shall we
be on our way?

MITCHELL/RRIARR:

::Having missed the talk about a tour, Perin let Mitchell take the lead, while
she hung back to speak to Rriarr.::

ANDERS: And what department will you have duty, Mr. Rriarr?

RRIARR:  Response

ANDERS: ::nodding a smile:: Ah, with Commander Eskyys... one of our finest
officers.

RRIARR: Response

ANDERS: Well to tell you the truth, I've not even seen Engineering, so this tour
will be a treat for me too.

RRIARR: Response

ANDERS: ::laughs:: Well, for the most part, Commander Mitchell usually keeps me
flying a fighter or behind the helm, but now with Ensign Lundrigan around to
help, maybe I'll have more of an opportunity to see more of the ship.

MITCHELL/LUNDRIGAN: Response

::They continued the light banter until they reached their first destination.::

MITCHELL: Response

tag

LtCmdr Perin Anders
HCO
USS Discovery - B


    




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(( DS285: MR 237 ))

ESKYYS: You are an Officer, in some sense we are always on duty. But that can
wait. You want out of the action? I thought Marines lived for combat?

Quay: That's just it, I'm tired of the killing. Tired of the fighting but I
don't know how to do anything else but work in security. It's a catch 22 at
best, unless you have any other ideas.

ESKYYS: I see, one second.

:: Esk walked over to the replicator and produced a padd. Quickly typing he
entered the information he knew. And his recommendations. He then handed the
padd to Quay. ::
 
ESKYYS: There you go, one transfer to Security, with my recommendation. You will
need to see McCall. And, if he approves, Commander Mitchell. They can contact me
if they have any questions.

QUAY: ::Taking the padd:: Thanks, Commander.

ESKYYS: I told you I wanted to help. And I will do all I can for you.

QUAY: ::nodding:: Then remain my friend, and trust me to know what is best for
me.

ESKYYS: Response

QUAY: I'll call for a time to talk to Colonel McCall as soon as possible. Thank
you for seeing me. I hate that I took you away from your family during your time
off.
 
ESKYYS: Response

::As he left, Kassa tapped her commbage.::
 
QUAY: =/\= Major Quay to Colonel McCall =/\=

McCall: =/\= Response =/\=

QUAY: =/\= Sir, I would like to speak to you at our earliest possible
convenience. =/\=

McCall: =/\= Response =/\=

QUAY: =/\= Thank you, sir. I'll be there. =/\=

TAG!
 
Major Kassa Quay
SFMC
Simed by.
LtCmdr Perin Anders
Helmsman/Pilot
USS Discovery - B


    




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(( DS285: MR 237 ))


ESKYYS: That wasn't my choice, he overheard a private conversation. And he
sought you out as a friend. :: Holding up one finger. :: But you hurt your
standing an officer when you decided to go out in public obviously intoxicated.
Your right in that everyone deals with loss in there own way. But your way  is
destructive to yourself, and your responsibility. I'm no longer in your Chain of
Command, but I would still like to help you. But I will butt out if that is what
you want.

Quay: I would remind you that we are on shore leave, and what I do during my off
time is my business, but me tying one on is immaterial to the situation. If you
want to help, then get me out of the Marines and put me in charge of the Brig or
something out of the flow of things so I don't have to worry so much about the
chain of command and I can work basically alone and do my job until it comes
time for me to muster out.

ESKYYS: You are an Officer, in some sense we are always on duty. But that can
wait. You want out of the action? I thought Marines lived for combat?

Quay: That's just it, I'm tired of the killing. Tired of the fighting but I
don't know how to do anything else but work in security. It's a catch 22 at
best, unless you have any other ideas.

ESKYYS: I see, one second.

:: Esk walked over to the replicator and produced a padd. Quickly typing he
entered the information he knew. And his recommendations. He then handed the
padd to Quay. ::

ESKYYS: There you go, one transfer to Security, with my recommendation. You will
need to see McCall. And, if he approves, Commander Mitchell. They can contact me
if they have any questions.

QUAY: reply

ESKYYS: I told you I wanted to help. And I will do all I can for you.

QUAY: reply

TAG!

Lt Cmdr Eskyys
CEO
USS Discovery-B

((Corridor - DS 285))

LUNDRIGAN: Commander Mitchell, is it? ::standing stiffly at attention:: Ensign
Eric Lundrigan, reporting for duty.

MITCHELL: Welcome to the Discovery. Training all complete?

LUNDRIGAN: Yes sir. I'm trained in Ops and Helm. I'm assigned to that department
aboard the Discovery.

MITCHELL: Good. We can always use extra helmsmen.

LUNDRIGAN: I'm not certain if there is a department head, and if so, who it is.
Is there somebody I'll need to report to once we're aboard ship?

MITCHELL: Lt Cmdr Perrin Anders is the Chief HCO.

LUNDRIGAN: Very good, sir. I understand that the ship is undergoing repairs. Are
we quartered aboard, or are we quartered on the station?

MITCHELL: We are quartered on the station.

LUNDRIGAN: Of course. Thank you sir. Anything else I should know at this time?

MITCHELL: That's the basics. ::turning and gesturing to Ensign Rriarr.:: Sorry
about that Ensign Rriarr. Ensign Lundrigan, this is Ensign Rriarr, our newest
Engineering officer. Ensign Rriarr, this is Ensign Lundrigan, our new helm
officer.

RRIARR: ::putting out his hand to Lundrigan:: Hello Mr Lundrigan, it's nice to
meet you.

LUNDRIGAN: ::taking his hand warmly:: A pleasure.  It's a bit of a relief
meeting somebody who'll be making a fresh start on Discovery other than myself.

::Eric sized up the ensign before him.  He never had the opportunity to meet a
Caitian before, and Lundrigan was impressed despite himself.  The other officer
definitely struck a stunning visage.::

MITCHELL: I was giving Ensign Rriarr the quick tour. And I was planning on
ending it at the Quartermaster's office, to get him some quarters. You can join
us if you would like.

Rriarr: I don't mind have another person join our tour of the Discovery.

LUNDRIGAN: That would be excellent.  Thank you very much.

::Before they could set off, another officer strode purposefully towards them.::

ANDERS: ::nodding:: Commander....

MITCHELL: Response

Anders: No, that's fine, I just came to check in with you.

MITCHELL: Response

ANDERS: ::extending her hand to first one, then the other:: Nice to meet you,
Rriarr....Lundrigan.

RRIARR: ::Taking her hand.:: It's very nice to meet you, Madam.

LUNDRIGAN: Commander Anders? ::shaking her proffered hand:: A pleasure.  It
seems I'll be working under your command.  I've been assigned as a helmsman.

ANDERS: <response>

LUNDRIGAN:  To be honest, I majored in Operations.  Helm and Navigation was my
minor in the Academy, but I feel fairly confident I can fit in as a competent
pilot.

ANDERS: <response>

::Eric felt fairly pleased with his first encounter with crew members of the
Discovery.  So far, his superior officers were friendly and outgoing, which
could only make the transition to Starfleet life a little easier.  He hoped that
meeting a new recruit other than himself, assigned to the same ship, would give
both of them the opportunity to relate with each other.::

LUNDRIGAN: ::with a wry smile:: I, for one, can't wait to take a tour.  Shall we
be on our way?

MITCHELL/RRIARR/ANDERS: <response>

tag

Ensign Eric Lundrigan
HCO
USS Discovery

(( DS-285 ))


:: Esk had just left the lounge when his combage chirped. =/\=

MITCHELL: =/\= Mitchell to Commander Eskyys =/\=

ESKYYS: =/\= Yes Sir? You break something already? =/\=

MITCHELL: =/\= Our new engineering officer, Ensign Rriarr, just reported in to
me. Care to meet up with us? =/\=

ESKYYS: =/\= Sure, be right there. =/\=

:: Esk came around a corner to the viewport with the best view of Discovery. He
was surprised to see a small group forming around Mitchell. ::

Rriarr: ::Taking her hand.:: It's very nice to meet you, Madam.

Lundrigan/ Mitchell/ Anders: Response

ESKYYS: So which one of you is the Engineer?

Anyone: reply

ESKYYS: Nice to meat you Ensign. I was heading over for an inspection tour,
Rriarr your with me. Anyone else want to come?

Anyone: reply


TBC/TAG

Lt Cmdr Eskyys
CEO
USS Discovery-B

((Outside Holodeck, DS285))

BLUEHEART: Computer, run Program True Blue-heart. ::He inserted a data card into
the holodeck slot.::

COMPUTER: Acknowledged, Lt Blueheart. Program uploaded and running. You may
enter when ready.

BLUEHEART: Thank you. ::The doors slid open and he entered.::


((Program True Blue-heart, Holodeck, DS285))

::He was on a dancefloor, surrounded by young dancers. Colorful strobe lights
swung overhead and the lighted mosaic dancefloor throbbed under his feet. It was
a typical Earth dancefloor in a typical Earth nightclub, circa early mid-2000's.
His heart beat to the rhythm of the played song, one of his favorites. He
glanced around, hoping to find her in the sea of people. And there she was, in
the far corner of the dancefloor, unusually inconspicuous, holding a drink, and
as always, the center of attention. He waded through the crowd to arrive in
front of her.::

MADONNA: Raj!! ::She threw her arms around him and gave him two of those french
cheek air-kisses.:: Nice to see you again!

BLUEHEART: Nice to see you too. ::He yelled over the blare of 'Music'.:: I
thought they'd be playing 'Vogue'.

MADONNA: Nah, I prefer this one. 'Vogue' has been played to death... So how've
you been? Nice uniform.

BLUEHEART: I guess I have a lot on my mind lately. ::In his haste he had
forgotten to change out of his uniform into something more appropriate for the
program. oO I'm never gonna dance in this! Oo

MADONNA: Yeah, I can tell. ::She tossed her blonde hair and smiled that famous
smile.::

::She took a sip of her drink then put it down on a nearby table and excused
herself from the small crowd worshipping her. She grabbed Blueheart's arm and
led him to a quieter corner.::

MADONNA: Seriously? The 'Music' era? ::She rolled her eyes, then motioned for a
waitress to come over.:: I personally liked your 'Like A Prayer' program better.
It was more me, you know? The latter Madonna was all too techno if you ask me.

BLUEHEART: ::picking up a drink from the waitress:: I'll remember that the next
time.

MADONNA: So how's Addie? She sure seems to be taking forever to turn 18. You
know, when I was 18, I was already--

BLUEHEART: Yes, well... ::He cut her short, though he knew her well enough to
know she didn't even intend on finishing her sentence.:: She's upset with me.

MADONNA: What did you do this time, Raj? ::She leaned forward to gaze him in the
eye sternly.::

BLUEHEART: I just don't think a starship is a place for a little girl like her.
We almost got killed during our last mission! I think she's better off staying
on DS285 with Sheila... ::He looked down into his glass, expecting it to console
him.::

MADONNA: Did you tell her what you're telling me right now? ::She was as blunt
as he remembered her to be.::

BLUEHEART: ::stammering:: I was going to... but I got busy... and then
Hannibal...

MADONNA: Hey, if there's one valuable thing I learned raising Lourdes and Rocco
and David and Mercy, is that you gotta be open with your kids. No secrets. No "I
don't think you're old enough yet to discuss these things" crap. You just gotta
tell them how you feel, be open and have a healthy discussion. It's the only way
they're ever gonna trust you.

BLUEHEART: But she's going to say that she wants to stay with me on Discovery...

MADONNA: Then it's settled then. ::She smiled, running her hand through her
hair.::

BLUEHEART: What's settled? It's not settled. I don't want her in a place of
danger.

MADONNA: She could scald herself boiling an egg. ::She rolled her eyes again.::
Or get sucked out of an airlock. Or marry an abusive man. Or get pregnant when
she's 16.

BLUEHEART: Hey!

MADONNA: All I'm saying is that danger is everywhere, Raj. You can't always be
there to protect her each and everytime. You're only going to asphyxiate her...
She's old enough to make her own decisions, by the way. And I'm sure she knows
what she's getting herself into.

::Blueheart fell silent, pondering the words. He tipped his glass and finished
the drink.::

BLUEHEART: You think I should let her stay with me aboard the Discovery?

MADONNA: Oh Raj! You're such a cute baby sometimes! ::She slapped his thigh.::
Let me just save us all the headaches and decide for you to let Addie stay with
you on Discovery. Okay?

BLUEHEART: You sure about that?

MADONNA: There's a reason why I'm your role model, right?

BLUEHEART: I guess... ::He smiled coyly.::

MADONNA: Now he's being modest, people! ::She shouted playfully to the crowd.::
You're only my biggest fan ev-vah!

BLUEHEART: ::proudly:: Yeah, I am!

MADONNA: You shouldn't give a damn about what others may think about your
decisions. I've been misjudged all my life and called all sorts of nasty things,
but I appreciate that you see right through all that. It takes a certain level
of maturity to see past all the mistakes and wrong decisions I took in my life
and career, and acknowledge the strength and independence and self-respect I
hold dear to my heart. I'm pleased someone saw the lesson I was trying to teach
the world - empowering one's self to realize the impossible!

BLUEHEART: ::blushing:: I wish I had the opportunity to get to know you in
person.

MADONNA: Hey, this holoprogram stuff ain't half that bad, chico! I like it here.
Just hate the song... Hey DJ! ::She yelled loudly, drawing attention.:: How
about playing 'Vogue' for my pal here, eh?

::She got up and grabbed Blueheart's neck in the crook of her left arm, ruffling
his hair and leading him to the center of the dancefloor. The crowd fell silent
as the first few bars of music drifted onto the dance arena.::

BLUEHEART: ::protesting in vain:: I really hate being the center of attention!

MADONNA: ::laughing raucously:: Too late, mister! Now, strike a pose!


(OOC: Sorry if this is too long and/or self-indulgent. Just needed a pick-me-up
;)

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Lt Raj Blueheart
Counselor
USS DISCOVERY-B