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USS YAMATO: Polishing Up
POSTED BY: Federico Colnago as ENS Seelee Reon
STARDATE: 211119.0951 UTC
MD: 01.1940
SCENE: TAC/SEC Office
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Reon slammed another PADD on the desk in frustration.

It was the last of a number of reports that had needed his attention
during the day, and just as the previous ones, it didn't seem to have
been able to satisfy him a bit. It was of those days, when everything
seemed to be less than good, no matter how long you were staring at it.

His comm badge chirped.

[[Bridge to Ensign Seelee, Washington speaking]]

He recognized the voice of the new OPS officer, and let out a small
breath of relief. The fact that neither the Captain or Commander Sheldon
were actually calling him, made the communication a lot less worrying.

"Seelee here, go ahead Lieutenant.", he answered.

[[I am giving a round up to all senior officers as per request of
Commander Sheldon on our new ETA for Draken IV. We expect to be there
tomorrow morning at 0600.]]

A quick glance at the chronometer on his desk revealed that their
arrival was less than 10 and a half hours ahead. Not as much as anyone
would have liked, probably. Time to prepare for a new mission was never
enough, for anybody.

"Understood Lieutenant, thank you. Seelee out.", he closed the link and
leaned back in his chair.

Nobody knew exactly what to expect. He hadn't been aboard the YAMATO
during its previous visit, but he had come to the conclusion that even
those that were, weren't sure about what was waiting for them.
Uncertainty is most definitely one of the biggest enemy for a Security
officer, but apparently was something always on the menu of any
Starfleet officer no matter the time of day. He just needed some time to
get used to it.

The chiming of the door brought him back to reality.

He straightened himself on the chair, and invited his guest to come in.

Ensign Nilsoon entered the office, PADD in hand and a big grin on her
face. The grin grew even bigger when she saw the shape her Chief was in.

"Don't look that happy, Nilsoon. This is not a grumpy face, this is
Starfleet issued facial expression 4756-beta2. It is issued to every
senior officer on any given starfleet, who are required to wear it when
submerged but this much depressing paperworks.", Reon gestured toward
the pile of PADDs waiting on his desk.

She handed over her PADD. "This is going to help you with that, sir. As
a matter of fact, it's pretty good reading."

"Ah! That would be something new for the day, what have we got here?",
he said taking a quick look at the content of the device.

"It's the latest report on the drills we've been running ship wide. The
quarantine drills have been pretty efficient, we've reached an
efficiency of more than 94.6%, and we've been able to lock down critical
part of the ship in less than 4 minutes." She turned around the desk,
peaking now over his shoulder and pointing and some data on the PADD.
"From the first report of an airborne contamination from the Medical
Department, we should be able to deploy containment teams in full bio
suits at all the critical location on the ship needed to assure both
operability and security. I surely hope we won't be using all this
stuff, but we've been able to increase the response time by a 4.5% with
respect of the standard procedure."

Reon scrolled to the end of the report, happy that his deputy had
summarized it for him. "Pretty good, ensign. Actually, pretty damn good
for something put together in less than 36 hours. You've done a fine
job."

She nodded. "We have all, if I may sir. We are as ready as we could be
with such a short notice."

"And that's good," he answered standing up. "I've just received news
from OPS that we've a new ETA for tomorrow morning at 0600. I guess this
was your dress rehearsal after all. We'd better give everybody not on
duty right now a good evening out, hoping they'll have enough time to
manage their hangovers by tomorrow morning."

"Will do, sir." Anna slowly walked toward the door, just to stop in
front of it. She turned around.

"What about you, Chief? Gonna have some time off too?"

He scratched his head, messing up what was left of his 'standard hair
attire'. "These are not going to sort out by themselves..." he pointed
at his desk.

"I understand. But if you were to change your mind, or to use your
phaser to get rid of all those PADDs early enough, I'm meeting with
Tokath and Jameson in the mess hall for a couple of shots and some
laughs." she smiled, nodded, and left the room.

The bajoran looked at the desk, and then at the closing door.

Maybe the phaser was not really an option, not if he wanted to keep his
job for another day, but he could sure use a bit of off time. Paying a
visit to the mess hall could probably be squeezed in his evening
schedule. Just between feeding the starving feline entity inhabiting
his quarters and processing at least half of that paperwork.

It could work, after all.

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Respectfully submitted,
Federico Colnago
as ENS Seelee Reon
TAC/SEC, USS Yamato NCC-1705-E
Taskforce Epsilon, Silver Fleet

Ava Pearson came out of the mess hall behind Tamara, a smug smile on her face. It had always galled her that Ty would never leave Tamara for her. Now she'd get her revenge.

Alton J. Reich
ajreich100{at}gmail.com
"If there’s no great glorious end to all this, if nothing we do matters … then all that matters is what we do." -- Angel, "Epiphanies"

Folks,

I'm going to be traveling for business most of the next week, and the week after
is Thanksgiving.  So, I'll likely be a little slow to post or respond to emails
from you.  I will have email access through the entire period, so I will
eventually see things and act on them.

Mary: I have an AMBERJACK post about half done, but I'm not certain when I'll
get it finished.

Alton

MD: 1.1630 - Sickbay

Ensign Jordan Stern picked his way through the mess that filled Sickbay.
  He passed Dr. Ava Pearson as she headed in the other direction.

She seemed to be in a good mood, which meant that either Dr. McGee
didn't hit on her, or that she enjoyed it.  Jordan couldn't decide which
from the enigmatic look on her face.

He reached Ty's office door and tapped on the frame.

Ty looked up and said, "I've got a big enough mess on my hands already,
so you can turn around and go away."

Jordan smiled, "They you won't get to hear the good news."

"You have good news?" Ty asked.  Jordan nodded.  "For me?"

"Yeah," Jordan replied.  "We've gotten all the other supplies stowed in
cargo bay 2."

"Other supplies?  You mean there's more?"

"This stuff," Jordan gestured behind him, "is for rapid response.
There's a lot more available, if you need it."

"I can't keep track of all this stuff.  How am I supposed to keep track
of more?" Ty sighed with a hint of exasperation in his voice.

"Ah," Jordan said stepping farther into the office, "That I can help
with."  He walked over to Ty's desk, "This thing is a computer terminal.
  You can use it," Jordan tapped an icon, "to access the database that
will tell you what we have and where everything is."

"Very funny, Stern.  I know how to use the computer.  Now go away so I
can get some stuff done."

Jordan turned to leave, but then hesitated and turned back around.  "My
curiosity is killing me.  When I saw Dr. Pearson, she didn't look like
many women do when they leave your office after you hit on them."

"That's," Ty said, "because she hit on me."

Jordan's mouth dropped open, but no sound came out.

"Now keep that to yourself, and get out of my office."

Jordan pointed at Ty, "I will buy you a beer, and you will tell me the
story, because I don't believe it."

***********************
NRPG:
A little character development.  Later I picture a conversation between
Jordan and Ty over the new slightly blue Chief in engineering.

Respectfully submitted,
Alton
Jordan Stern - CEO - YAMATO

MD: 1.1410 - YAMATO

Chief D'lyn Tran stood at the main console in Engineering and looked over the
display again. "All readings are nominal, Sir. I'd say we're ready for anything
you ask us for."

At the Engineering station on the Bridge, Ensign Jordan Stern nodded, "That
matches what I see here, Chief.  Just watch the intermix ratio when we go to
impulse.  It'll sometimes get a little matter lean."

"Understood.  I'll make sure we don't run with an excess of antimatter."

Jordan nodded, even though D'lyn had no way to see it and turned to Ensign
Jonathan Shepard, "There ya go, Ensign.  The ship is ready for departure."

Jon checked off another item on the pre-flight on his PADD, and nodded, "Thanks,
Stern."

Jordan smiled, "No problem, Shepard."

"Are you two done up there?" LCDR Tamara Sheldon asked, "We have a schedule to
keep."

"Yes, Ma'am," Jordan replied crisply, then he leaned in close to Jon and
whispered, "Smile when you walk past her.  It makes her think you're up to
something."

Jon affixed a frown on his face that almost made Lieutenant Cassandra Stephens
laugh when she saw it.  She put a hand in front of her mouth so that no one
could see her smile.

With frown firmly attached, Jon walked down the ramp on the starboard side of
the bridge and settled into his seat at the Flight Control station.  The frown
was still there, forgotten as Jon finished the last few items on his checklist,
when Captain Ian Mcgreggor emerged from his Ready Room.  He saw Jon's frown and
wondered what the young pup had done to deserve it.  He considered asking about
it for a moment, but decided to get down to business.  "Status report,
Commander."

Tamara looked at the display in the arm of her chair, "All systems are showing
green for departure."

"Very well," Ian replied standing in front of his chair and turning back toward
the viewscreen, "Ensign, take us out, thrusters only."

"Aye, Sir." Jon tapped a control, and the YAMATO slowlypulled away from the
docking ring. "We are clear, and adjusting course."

The YAMATO rotated and the docking bay doors came into view ahead of the ship.

Jordan was pleased that his systems were performing as expected, but not looking
forward to dealing with a virus - a problem that a phaser wouldn't help with.

Respectfully submitted,
Alton
Jordan Stern - CEO - YAMATO

Folks,

I'm having some relatively minor medical stuff done this Friday (i.e.
the probability of it killing me is fairly low).  As a result, I might
spend the weekend feeling like crap, or I might not.  If you contact me
over the weekend, and I don't respond, you'll know why.

Alton

--
Alton J. Reich
ajreich100{at}gmail.com

"If there’s no great glorious end to all this, if nothing we do matters …
then all that matters is what we do." -- Angel, "Epiphanies"

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USS YAMATO: Call Of The Wild
POSTED BY: Federico Colnago as ENS Seelee Reon
STARDATE: 211026.1452 UTC
MD: 1.1600
SCENE: USS YAMATO, Marines Training Facilities, Deck 13
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Reon took a deep breath.

He hated having to do this, but apparently was one of the 'privileges' of
the rank. As a matter of fact, doing overall briefings to his people was
something that he still have to learn, probably, and the idea of entering
that room was as dreadful as the hung-over he was having.

Memo to self for the next R&R time: never drink too much in the evening, you
might be asked to put together your department and leave the next day.

He stepped inside the main Marines Training room.
The choice of this place had been dictated simply by reasons of praticality:
it was a big open space, once you've moved all the training equipment aside,
and he needed space to assemble pretty much all of his men from both
security and tactical branch of the department.

ENS Anna Nilsoon nodded at him, and he was sure she had seen how nervous he
really was. There were moments when his deputy chief was even more
perceptive than the always attentive Tokath. Reon smiled at her.

"Sir, the men are all here. Well, with the exception of crewman Robertson
and Petty Officer S'rek. The first is still held after the small divergence
of opinions he had with that Tellarite on the Promenade, the second will be
released from sickbay tomorrow early morning. I doubt he will ask for any
time in the holodeck for a while." She smirked at him and passed him a PADD
with the final roster of the department. A quick look at it revealed nothing
different from the draft he received early that morning, just after LCDR
Sheldon's voice had had him rolling off bed at that unholy hour. But he knew
all was relative to how much he had to drink the night before, and rarely
Starfleet was in synch with him on that.

"Thank you Ensign," he positioned himself facing all of the rest of the
crew. "I know that half of you were rushed off your bed without a very long
notice, and probably the other half from someone's else bed with even less
of it, but we all wear the uniform, and we answer the call when Starfleet
calls."

Reon started slowly pacing up and down the line of men, not as much to take
a look a them, as to clear his mind while speaking. "I don't want to tell
you that this ship needs you in a good shape and with good peace of mind,
but if there's something I should know before I report to the XO that this
department is ready for action, I pretend to hear it and hear it fast,
because as things are moving right now, we'll be leaving in a hurry. So
settle down whatever you might have going on aboard EPSILON and let's get
down to business."

Looking over at Nilsoon, he saw her grinning. Apparently he wasn't going too
bad after all.

He continued. "What's waiting for us it's still uncertain. I will confirm
just one rumor: we are indeed going back to Draken IV because of a distress
call. I know I wasn't on board last time, and I think few of you were, but
an advice for everybody. This is not a replay, a rematch or anyone's chance
for vengance. The YAMATO lost some good crew there, but I don't want the
past to be a player in this mission. Keep it sharp and keep it focused, I
and ENS Nilsoon will get back to you as soon as I'll be briefed by the
captain."

Standing still in the middle of the room, he took a good look at all the
faces that were looking at him. Apart from the two temporary missing
crewmen, those eyes were the same he had worked with everyday during the
past mission. Suddenly, all his nervousness for what was to come, started to
fade.

"Your main assignments will start pouring in later today, as we get more
details on the mission profile. For the moment, keep yourself busy. I want
all the equipment in spotless condition and I want the exercise routine to
start soon and at a fast pace. ENS Nilsoon will send trough a shooting
pratice schedule soon, while ENS Tokath will work with his group to gather
all the intel we currently have in the database on what happened on Draken
IV. If there are specific questions, you're all dismissed. Let's go make a
good job from day zero!", he clapped his hands. "Now get the hell out of
here before we all get sentimental."

The men started to leave the room, a lot of buzzing chats filling the air.
The start of a mission was the most fertile ground for gossiping that
mankind has ever been able to find so far, that was a rule of thumb that
no one had been yet able to change. Reon sincerely hoped it wasn't going to
cause problem this time around.

A hand landed slowly on his right shoulder. "That wasn't too bad Chief,
you're getting better at this. Whatever you did on EPSILON yesterday, it was
helpful."

Anna Nilsoon was grinning so widely that he thought for a moment she was
going to hurt herself. She knew. He didn't know how, he hadn't seen her in
the audience the day before, and he had been well sure to check before
jumping on stage at that "Stand-up Comedy 101" show for amateur. But then,
to convince himself to do that, he had drunk enough to kill a Nausicaan...
was it possible he missed her completely.

By the time he had formulated a proper response to her comment, she was
already leaving the room, looking at him over her shoulder, still laughing.

It was going to be entertaining, he thought while kicking himself for not
having check better the crowd. This was going to hurt him: that Swedish
woman knew how to be pungent when needed, and she surely wasn't going to let
this die out very soon.


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NRPG: let's get rolling, then ;) I assumed the MD has been reset, if not,
forgive me pleeeeaaaaseeeeeee. *headache*

Respectfully submitted,
Federico Colnago
as ENS Seelee Reon
TAC/SEC, USS Yamato NCC-1705-E
Taskforce Epsilon, Silver Fleet

Scene: The Queen's Hand on SB EPSILON

MD: 8.1820  (NRPG: Somewhat of a backpost, but since I had stuff done, I
decided to send it off anyway).

---------------

>>>  (snip from Alton's 'Old Friends') <<<<<

>Rachel led Isaac and Cassie to a secluded table in the corner of the
restaurant and left them with their menus. Isaac look the menu over and
then laid it on the table. "So Cassie," he said, "what's been going on
>in your life?"

   Cassie gave her order and them put down her menu and looked at Isaac.
The change from being addressed as Lieutenant Stephens to Cassie hadn't
escaped Cassie notice. A brief smile crossed Cass' face at this change,
but no sign of shock or discomfort at the address change. To Cass, here
now in this out-of-the-way eating establishment, Isaac was more like an
old friend than a former captain.

   Cassie replied to Isaac's question. "In my life, work takes up most
of my time. But then, I've always been one to 'throw myself into work',"
added Cassie with a smile.

   "I do recall that," replied Isaac.

   Cassie smiled again and then added, "However, since I started my
Starfleet career all those years ago on the HOOD, I think I've grown
better at balancing work with free time. I think my many years on the
YAMATO helped with that balance. Remember the parties Lisa use to have?"

   "Yes I remember those," came the reply from Isaac.

   Cassie looked away for a moment and a distant look could be seen in
her blue eyes.

   "Everyone we use to know on the YAMATO have left or moved on. Lisa,
Morgan, Leo, and many others. And, even recently the Yamato went through a
few changes of crew and captains since Morgan left," added Cassie with
a sigh.

   After a brief paused, Cassie added, "Speaking past and present Yamato
crews. A couple missions back I had a visit with Leo. He is recovering
well after having been seriously hurt after a another mission."

   Cassie didn't think she should say anymore about the means by which
Leo had visited. Since she didn't know how much Leo would want anyone
to know about the Trenharn poison in his system that gave him some
powerful abilities. Including the ability to teleport himself. If Isaac
asked where, how, or when she saw Leo, Cassie could mention SB SAIKAI,
since the Yamato was headed that way around that time.

   However, before Isaac had a chance to find out more about Leo, Cassie
said, "Speaking again about past a present crew, I had a chance to work
with your nephew Jordan. He is the Yamato's chief engineer. We worked
together on an unusual mission involving some never before seen artificial
lifeforms. Jordan seems like a smart, and nice young fellow. I think he
is a good addition to the Yamato."

   Cassie smiled as a thought struck her. "But you asked me about what has
been going on with my 'life', not 'work.' Well in a nutshell, since that
pretty much sums up how many other non-work things I've done, I've had
some visits with my family-mainly my younger brother David. I don't hear
much from brother Tim since he is still stationed in remote parts of the
cosmos. But I do hear often from my mom. Last I heard, she was smitten
with a new beau. He is a professional cook who has a chain of seafood
places on the East coast of the states back on Earth."

   Almost as if the mention of food brought her out, Rachel returned with
Cassie's and Isaac's orders.

   "Smells good," said Cassie as she picked up a spoonful of the
stew she had ordered.

   Between bites of food, Cassie finished her summary of the non-work
oriented things she had been up to. She mentioned a few mystery
holonovels she had read-including her brother David's recent mystery.
Cassie also spoke of a couple flute compositions she had been working
on, but had a ways to go before she would complete the pieces.

_________
Quite some time later
and still at the 'The Queen's Hand.'


   Time seemed to fly by fast as Cassie talked and ate with Isaac. After
a wonderful custard dessert and an after dinner drink, Cassie finished
her visit with Isaac.

   "It was great to see you Isaac. Maybe our paths will cross again and
we can reminisce once agaim. Please say hello to Janna for me. I
remember working with her on the Yamato," added Cassie.

   "Yes I will say hello to Janna for you. And it was good chatting with
you as well," said Isaac.

   After Isaac left, Cassie felt sleepy. Maybe it was the good meal, the
trip down memory lane, or the drink which had made her sleepy. Or, thought
Cassie as sort of an afterthought, maybe it was because she hadn't
heard anything about her brother David getting into trouble.

   Cassie smiled as she thought, *Well, whatever it is that has me feeling
this way, I think I'll keep my weary bones here on base instead of heading
back to the ship like I had planned.  Also, since I am suppose to be on
shore leave, I might as well hang around.*

   A short while later, Cassie found a hotel with an Acturan theme close
to the 'The Queen's Hand'. Once Cassie got to her room, she took a quick
shower and drifted off to sleep in a big soft bed and dreamed. Her dreams
had an Arcturan flare about them. She dreamed of green hills,
dragons, and castles. As well as a noble Lord and Lady who looked
like Isaac and Janna.
Many of her former crew were part of an aristocratic court in the dream as
well. And, there was also a handsome knight on a white steed who was none
other than her love Leo Jones.

   All and all it was the best sleep Cassie had had in a long time. And
when she woke up in the morning, she was well rested and ready for what
lay ahead. Be that another day on base, or another mission.


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NRPG:
All: Again, since I had most of this post done, I decided to send it off
eventhough we are heading into a new mission.

Alton: I was originally going to add some 'tags' for you to fill in stuff
for Isaac. But since we are moving into the next mission, I skipped the
'tags.' So, I hope I played Isaac okay.

*************
Respectfully submitted,

KV
aka
Lt Cassandra Stephens
Chief Science officer

Alton J. Reich
ajreich100{at}gmail.com
"If there’s no great glorious end to all this, if nothing we do matters … then all that matters is what we do." -- Angel, "Epiphanies"

 

 For those that weren't aboard the last time we were sent to Draken IV, it was because the planet came under attack from some new species that we'd never encountered before. We didn't learn a lot about this new enemy.

 

 

We only had one body and the DNA make up was something that no one in Starfleet had ever seen. However, some of the crew contracted a virus from the aliens and several crew members died as a result.

 

 

It is this virus that will bring us back to Draken IV.

 

 

Have fun with this mission.

 

 

The Admiral

Scott and/or Mary,

Can we get the 30 second synopsis of YAMATO's last mission to Draken IV?

Alton

-----Original Message-----

From:  Craig Barrett <fihrehawk@...>
Subj:  [USS YAMATO] USS Yamato: So much for R&R
Date:  Sun Oct 25, 2009 9:13 am
Size:  16K
To:  uss-yamato@yahoogroups.com
cc:  starfleet-rpg@yahoogroups.com

                   MD:9.1100

  McGregors Quarters

  Kristopher McGregor was finally getting a chance to enjoy his R&R. Though he
very seldom
  would leave the ship he had really enjoyed his dinner date with Chris." He had
forgotten how
  nice it had felt to be out with a woman and one who looked so good, " he told
himself as he
  sat on his couch. A smile crossed his face when he thought about what Chris had
said about
  his ancestor. Maybe that was why his mother changed the subject when Ian would
ask anything
  bout his past. He didn't mind if Chris looked into it.as Ian thought it would
be interesting to see
  what she found out.

  With his mind drifting back to the dinner date his thoughts were interrupted by
Sparks his
  comm officer. " Captain, Sparks here. " " What's up sparks? " came the reply. "
I think you
  should hear this sir it sounds important. " " Ok pipe it thru, " Ian said
figuring it was just some
  thing of no real importance.

  <<"This just in from our news crew. It was reported by passing ships that there
was a distress signal being beamed from the surface of Draken IV. Only about 14
months ago, this planet was attacked by some unknown assailants. Devastation was
wide spread. This time, no one is sure what is happening. Several ships have
attempted to contact the surface, but got no reply. I'm Stanley Toliver, CNS
News.">>

  When the announcement was over Ian couldn't believe what he'd heard but then
said, " Sparks was there anymore said? " " No sir, "came the answer. " All right
I want you to notify ships company that all shore leave is canceled and that the
senior staff is on board. Tell Lt Randal that department heads are to make a
list of what they need and notify base supply we'll need supplies ASAP. Tell
engineering to make sure this lady is ready to fly when I give the order. "

  " But Sir we don't know if we are going, " sparks commented. " When Rexan hears
about this
  she'll push us off the base to get us moving, " Ian said with a laugh. " Yes
sir, "sparks answered.
  " Anything else sir? " " You hear anything else pipe it thru to my ready room
and notify security
  as soon as CommanderSheldon comes aboardhave her report to me there. Have LT
Randal report to me how things are going with each department supply requests.
You got everything sparks? " " Yes sir, " and he was gone.

  Kristopher hit the shower, put on a fresh uniform and hurried to his ready
room. Getting himself
  a cup of coffee the man clicked on his computer and brought up the ships logs
for the last time
  it was at Draken IV. " Last time the ship was at the planet CDR Winters was her
CO and now
  this time Ian was her CO. Things do change in fleet, " he thought as he sprung
his chair around
  a couple of times.

  Up on the bridge sparks had notified everybody the CO wanted him to. " If the
old man was wrong he'd sure have a angry crew on his hands, " he thought to
himself.

  nrpg: ok folks it's time to saddle up. Make sure your departments are ready to
roll.


  Submitted
  Scott Ramos
  CDR Kristopher McGregor
  CO USS Yamato

Ensign Jordan    Stern's comm badge beeped, and he tapped it as he tried
unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn.  "Umm, escuse me.  Stern here."

*Ensign, this is Commander Sheldon. You need to get your ass back aboard
and prepare for departure.*

"Let me guess.  You got some intel that I was seen last night in the
company of Dr. Tyvonnis McGee, and are assuming that I'm hung over and
in the arms of some floozy," Jordan said.

There was a brief pause while Tamara considered her response, *Yeah,
almost exactly that.*

"Well, then, Commander, I'd like to assure you that this morning finds
me in the company of a very sophisticated lady, and I'm currently
stoking her fires," Jordan said with a smile.

*Then you'd better let her know that you don't have time to wait for her
orgasm, and get your ass back to the ship.  Sheldon out.*

The connection went silent, and Jordan grinned as he picked his mug up
from his desk and took a sip of coffee.  He was about half way through
the engine start up procedure, and wanted to supervise the initial
matter - antimatter injection into the warp core himself.

He turned his chair toward the door and was surprised to see a tall
woman with light blue skin and shocking orange hair pulled into a pony
tail standing in the doorway.

She came to attention and said, "Chief Petty Officer D'lyn Tran
reporting for duty, sir."  She held out a PADD to him.

Jordan took the PADD, and said, "At ease, Chief."  He looked at her
orders, and then at her service record.  It was quite impressive
considering that she was just 2 years older than him.  The last item
caught his eye.  "I see you're transferring from the SIPSEY. You're not
one of my Uncle's spies, are you?"

When Jordan looked up, he found D'lyn looking relaxed as she considered
the question.  "If I say 'no' you might accept the answer, but you'll be
certain I'm not telling the truth.  If I say 'yes', and really am an
Intel field agent, then I'll have to kill you.  So, why don't we just
take that question off the table," she concluded with a soft smile.

Jordan looked at her for a moment before nodding, "I can't argue with
your logic."

"Good," D'lyn replied, "now let's fire this girl up."

Jordan nodded and put the PADD on his desk.  He followed D'lyn out of
his office.  She turned to him and asked, "Is Commander Sheldon always
like that?"

"She's tough, but fair," Jordan replied with a smile, "She's always
pissed off at everyone equally."

***********
NRPG:
Engineering is ready for the new mission.

Respectfully submitted,
Alton
ENS Jordan Stern - CEO - YAMATO

--
Alton J. Reich
ajreich100{at}gmail.com

"If there’s no great glorious end to all this, if nothing we do matters …
then all that matters is what we do." -- Angel, "Epiphanies"

MD: 8.1800 - SB EPSILON - Promenade

Captain Isaac Stern walked along the promenade taking in the familiar
sights.  Despite the years that had past since he was last aboard
EPSILON, surprisingly little had changed.  Garn's was still where he
left it, and the smell of beer and other libations still wafted out
through the front door.  The barber where he would occasionally get his
hair cut was still giving trims to Starfleet officers and swapping war
stories.  And Cassandra Stephens was still haunting the corridors of the
Starbase.

He saw her up ahead,  and headed in her direction.  "Lieutenant
Stephens," Isaac said with a smile, "you are the last person I expected
to see here."

Cassie turned around and a smile spread across her face, "Captain
Stern!  I had heard that you were here on EPSILON."

"I had to save a couple of old friends from themselves.  You may have
been aware."

"Oh yeah," Cassie replied, "very aware."

Isaac laughed, "Yeah, I guess you are.  If nothing else, I owe you dinner."

Cassie considered for a moment, "You're not going to try to," she looked
around furtively, "recruit me as a spy?"

"I wasn't planning on it," Isaac replied.

"Then, sure."

Isaac looked around the promenade.  "You know what I've really missed?"
Cassie shook her head, "Arcturan food.  There are no decent Arcturan
restaurants on Earth.  Come on."

They made their way through the crowds on promenade and entered The
Queen's Hand, a hole-in-the-wall tucked in the corner at one end of the
promenade.  The hostess looked up as they entered, "Captain Stern!"

"Hello Rachel.  How have you been?"

"Very well.  How are Janna and the children?"

"They are doing well.  I'll let them know you asked about them."  Isaac
gestured toward Cassie, "This is Lieutenant Stephens, the Science
Officer on the YAMATO, and an old friend."

"She likes Arcturan food?" Rachel asked.

"She'd better, since we're going to be eating it.  How about a table
near the back?"

Rachel led them to a secluded table in the corner of the restaurant and
left them with their menus.  Isaac look the menu over and then laid it
on the table.  "So Cassie," he said, "what's been going on in your life?"

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NRPG:
Kris: Back to you, eh?

Respectfully submitted,
Alton
Capt Isaac Stern - Visiting Troublemaker

--
Alton J. Reich
ajreich100{at}gmail.com

"If there’s no great glorious end to all this, if nothing we do matters …
then all that matters is what we do." -- Angel, "Epiphanies"

MD: 8.1800 - SB EPSILON - Garn's

> "Sure." She poured some of the liquor in each glass, picked up hers
> and raised it in a toast. "Here's mud in your eye." Jenna downed hers
> in one gulp.
>
>
> Ty took a sip of his and almost gagged. How to get out of this without
> looking like a whimp? He wondered.
>
>
> "TY? TY McGEE!!"  Ty turned to see Ensign Stern entering the bar.
>
> "Stern!! Over here." The young officer came over and said, "Hi, I was
> wondering if you might want to grab a beer. But since you're already
> drinking...I won't interrupt."
>
> "No! No! Not a problem. Commander Harris is waiting for a friend. I'll
> grab a beer with you. Nice meeting you, Commander."
>
>
> "Nice meeting you too, Dr. McGee." Jenna said with a laugh.
>
>
> Ty and the engineer moved off.
>

"So," Jordan said as they walked toward a table toward the back of the
bar, "were you trying to use the famous McGee charm?"

"Famous?  You think it's famous?"

"Well," Jordan said with a grin, "I was going to refer to it as infamous."

"It definitely isn't infamous," Ty replied sliding into a seat at an
empty table.

Jordan dropped into the seat across from him, "She didn't seem to be
succumbing to your not insignificant efforts.  I'm worried that there
might be something wrong with you."

Ty laughed, "Is that your expert opinion?"

"I'm a friend, you know, and I don't want to have to worry that there is
something wrong with you." Jordan thought for a moment, "You could have
some terrible space disease that makes you undesirable to women.  Worse
yet, it could be contagious and I could catch it."

"Terrible space disease?" Ty shook his head, "You'd think I'd have
noticed something like that."

"Maybe the first symptom is getting shot down by a hot Commander in a
bar on the nearest starbase?"

"I was not shot down," Ty started to protest.

The waitress stopped at their table with beer and munchies.

"It looked like you were getting shot down from where I was standing,"
Jordan offered.

"You might get shot down," Ty explained, "but I don't."

"No, but you did beat a hasty retreat to have a beer with me, and I'm
not as hot as she is."

"Now that," Ty replied gesturing with a chip in Jordan's direction, "is
the first true thing you've said since you got here."

"Just so we're clear on this," Jordan replied gesturing with a chip of
his own, "you are completely not my type."

"I think I'm happy to hear that."

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NRPG: To some extent a post about nothing, but Mary and I have something
that seems to be a plan.

Respectfully submitted,
Alton
Jordan Stern - CEO - YAMATO

--
Alton J. Reich
ajreich100{at}gmail.com

"If there’s no great glorious end to all this, if nothing we do matters …
then all that matters is what we do." -- Angel, "Epiphanies"