SD: 23.0115.2000
SCENE: corridor
TIME: Continuing "The Commanding Officer Arrives"
=snip from Paul=
“Captain!” a voice called from behind him.
=end snip=
The Betazoid captain turned to see who had emphatically called to him from far down the corridor. Walking briskly toward him was a plump Bolian Lt.
"Ahh, Dr. Hemux. Good to see you again. I believe we met on DS101 a few years ago?"
Hemux caught up to his new CO, a little out of breath. "Yes, Sir. I do believe so. I am pleased you remember and even more pleased to be on this fine ship with you."
"You sounded anxious about something?"
"Mmmm, yes Captain, I suppose I did. I had an uncomfortable moment a few minutes ago... down in engineering. I thought I saw some one..."
"Someone dangerous." The CO's Betazed senses had no problems reading the Bolian's concern. "On the COCHRANE? And we are not even out of Star Base. Are you sure?"
"Well, no. And that's the problem. So far it's just a feeling, combined with a sketchy memory. I could be completely wrong."
Canon did not appear concerned, although Hemux believed it only be a cool exterior common among Captains.
"Just the same, when the new Chief Security officer arrives, run a report by him and make sure. I'm headed to engineering for a look around. I'll see you soon at the briefing, Counselor."
"Aye, Sir," Hemux said, nodding. He had a hunch this would be the start of a good working relationship with his new CO.
==Scene: CSO's office
==Time: after "At Ease"
"I see," said the young Grissom. I tell you what. I'll check the rosters on both OMEGA and our ship and see if anyone matches the description you gave. I'll also check with engineering to see if anything is suspicious. Either way, it's out of your hands now Counselor. Thanks for the report."
Hemux nodded and grinned, although he really didn't feel like it. He didn't feel safe, even after reporting his suspicions to both the CO and security chief. What's more, he couldn't even be sure the junior grade lieutenant would even follow up on this. Gus appeared interested, but how serious he would take the Bolian's suspicions was to be seen.
==End RPG==
=NRGP=
Tag Bill! and anyone else who wants to write. Remember, this could be a little side story that could be worked into anything Paul has in mind or completely separate. I just want to write.
Respectfully,
Doug
Player Awards: Viper Badge; Starfleet Medal of Promise; Blue Ribbon; Gold Ribbon, Starfleet Leadership Medal
-Lt. Arn Hemux
Surak Medal
Counselor, USS COCHRANE
20110115
At Ease, Before You Sprain Something!
--snip--
"Sir, Is there anything that you'd like done prior to our meeting? I would like to spend some time getting to know my staff is the reason I asked" Gus added.
--end snip--
SD 23.0115.1850 EST
SCENE Ready Room, USS COCHRANE
"No, no, Lieutenant, nothing like that," Canon replied, sensing the young officer's tenseness. "Just settle into the ship, your quarters, your department. This is a new experience for all of us. We'll ease our way into it."
Canon swiveled in his chair and turned his attention to the PADD on his desk, overlooking the specifications for the ship's armaments and shields. He was starting the third paragraph when he glanced over his shoulder to see Lt. (jg) Grissom still standing at attention before him.
"Was there... something else, Lieutenant?"
"No, sir!" Grissom answered.
The Captain smiled to himself. *Strict military background here, I see.* "You're dismissed, Lieutenant."
"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!" Grissom pivoted on his heel and exited the Ready Room door in military stride.
Canon shook his head. *I wonder how long he would have stood there if I hadn't noticed him.*
--NRPG--
Let's get aboard, crew!
Captain Pol Canon
CO, USS COCHRANE
"Sir, Is there anything that you'd like done prior to our meeting? I would like to spend some time getting to know my staff is the reason I asked" Gus added.
--end snip--
SD 23.0115.1850 EST
SCENE Ready Room, USS COCHRANE
"No, no, Lieutenant, nothing like that," Canon replied, sensing the young officer's tenseness. "Just settle into the ship, your quarters, your department. This is a new experience for all of us. We'll ease our way into it."
Canon swiveled in his chair and turned his attention to the PADD on his desk, overlooking the specifications for the ship's armaments and shields. He was starting the third paragraph when he glanced over his shoulder to see Lt. (jg) Grissom still standing at attention before him.
"Was there... something else, Lieutenant?"
"No, sir!" Grissom answered.
The Captain smiled to himself. *Strict military background here, I see.* "You're dismissed, Lieutenant."
"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!" Grissom pivoted on his heel and exited the Ready Room door in military stride.
Canon shook his head. *I wonder how long he would have stood there if I hadn't noticed him.*
--NRPG--
Let's get aboard, crew!
Captain Pol Canon
CO, USS COCHRANE
20110114
Meeting the Boss Man
The Commanding Officer Arrives *
SD 23.0111. 1534 (EST)*
Scene USS COCHRANE Ready Room
Gus walked straight into the Captain;s ready Room when told to do so.
Centering himself he reported in
"Sir, Lt (jg) Gus Grissom reporting aboard" and handed the orders pad t o the Captain
Gus replied to the Captain "Its good to be abord Sir. I have not as yet visited my quarters" He replied in response to the CO;s question.
"Sir, Is there anything that you'd like done prior to our meeting? I would like to spend some time getting to know my staff is the reason I asked" Gus added.
Lt (jg) Gus Grissom
Cof Security
USS Cochrane
SD 23.0111. 1534 (EST)*
Scene USS COCHRANE Ready Room
Gus walked straight into the Captain;s ready Room when told to do so.
Centering himself he reported in
"Sir, Lt (jg) Gus Grissom reporting aboard" and handed the orders pad t o the Captain
Gus replied to the Captain "Its good to be abord Sir. I have not as yet visited my quarters" He replied in response to the CO;s question.
"Sir, Is there anything that you'd like done prior to our meeting? I would like to spend some time getting to know my staff is the reason I asked" Gus added.
Lt (jg) Gus Grissom
Cof Security
USS Cochrane
20110111
The Commanding Officer Arrives
* SD 23.0111.2004 (EST)
* Scene USS COCHRANE
Captain Pol Canon exhaled sharply as the rematerialization process concluded. *All still there,* he thought to himself. Since leaving Starfleet, he had made a point of avoiding transporters – not out of fear but for health reasons. Pol would walk where ever he could, and when not possible, he would take an open air transport. He had come to realize the inherent beauty of the universe and saw no reason to take a shortcut that denied him a chance to take it all in. But now he was back in Starfleet, and transporters are the order of the day.
“Thanks, Chief,” Canon acknowledged the transporter operator. “Are the other senior staff aboard?”
“Almost, sir,” came the reply. The transporter operator, a senior chief petty officer by rank, no doubt had as many years of service as did the Captain, if not more. “Just a few late arrivals. I can contact you when all are aboard?”
Canon nodded in acknowledgement as he exited the transporter room. The corridor was bustling with activity. Crews from the Cochrane and Starbase Omega hustled to and fro making final preparations for launch. The ship had undergone a major systems upgrade, had been assigned an almost entirely new crew, and would launch in just under 12 hours.
The Captain’s items had already been moved into his quarters. His interest now was a quick tour of the ship. He would start with engineering, move on to sickbay, then the armory and finally the Bridge.
“Captain!” a voice called from behind him.
--NRPG--
Tag to… whoever called out!
Let’s get the crew all posted aboard, then we’ll have our mandatory senior staff meeting.
Captain Pol Canon
Commanding Officer, USS COCHRANE
-Shafer Star of Service
-Star Fleet Medal of Promise
* Scene USS COCHRANE
Captain Pol Canon exhaled sharply as the rematerialization process concluded. *All still there,* he thought to himself. Since leaving Starfleet, he had made a point of avoiding transporters – not out of fear but for health reasons. Pol would walk where ever he could, and when not possible, he would take an open air transport. He had come to realize the inherent beauty of the universe and saw no reason to take a shortcut that denied him a chance to take it all in. But now he was back in Starfleet, and transporters are the order of the day.
“Thanks, Chief,” Canon acknowledged the transporter operator. “Are the other senior staff aboard?”
“Almost, sir,” came the reply. The transporter operator, a senior chief petty officer by rank, no doubt had as many years of service as did the Captain, if not more. “Just a few late arrivals. I can contact you when all are aboard?”
Canon nodded in acknowledgement as he exited the transporter room. The corridor was bustling with activity. Crews from the Cochrane and Starbase Omega hustled to and fro making final preparations for launch. The ship had undergone a major systems upgrade, had been assigned an almost entirely new crew, and would launch in just under 12 hours.
The Captain’s items had already been moved into his quarters. His interest now was a quick tour of the ship. He would start with engineering, move on to sickbay, then the armory and finally the Bridge.
“Captain!” a voice called from behind him.
--NRPG--
Tag to… whoever called out!
Let’s get the crew all posted aboard, then we’ll have our mandatory senior staff meeting.
Captain Pol Canon
Commanding Officer, USS COCHRANE
-Shafer Star of Service
-Star Fleet Medal of Promise
Reporting Aboard
SB OMEGA: Reporting Aboard
SD: 22.1228 1555 EST
Scene: SB OMEGA - USS Cochrane
After Gus's orders were verified the Ensign at the security portal saluted his new boss smartly.
"At ease Mister " Gus told the Ensign. "I will be with the OC aif I am needed" and then headed off to locate the captain
SD: 22.1228 1555 EST
Scene: SB OMEGA - USS Cochrane
After Gus's orders were verified the Ensign at the security portal saluted his new boss smartly.
"At ease Mister " Gus told the Ensign. "I will be with the OC aif I am needed" and then headed off to locate the captain
Scene: USS Cochrane - Hallway
Gus stopped and accesssed the ship;'s locator system.
He saw the captain was in his Ready room. Gi=us headed there aas fast as he could.
Gus posted himself squarely in fromt of the door and activated the entry chime - He waited till he was summoned.
Lt (jg) Gus Grissom
Chief of Security
USS Cochrane
SB Omega > USS Cochrane: a new Home
Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admirals Office
Time: Somewhile ago
Tergin nodded an shaked hands with the rather unusual couple in front of him. Both famous officers, each with their own record of remarkable missions and equal remarkable reprimands.
"... Commander Einicrox, commander 'n Galeda, please take a seat." The android officer let his fiancée sit down first before he himself took a seat in a way a real Vulcan would never be able to; his motion was fast, fluid and just that litle bit to perfect timed.
Vymora on the other hand, was clearly undoublty a real Andorian. Even here there was a carefull look in her eyes, her senses where eying the room as if she expected an assault or attack.
"As you both know things are changing rapidly in the Coccoon, we are re-arranging our fleet and crews. We are sending you both to one of our best ships: the USS COCHRANE."
Vymora grunted "Again a transfer, Everytime as we start to settle in, we have to move again. This way we never find the time to arrange a mariage."
tergin smiled, the quarels between these two officers also where legendary. "I am sure that, in time, you both work out the perfect mariage, Vymora."
"Vymora nodded to kallesin "I don't have his replacable batteries, I need to get married witin one lifetime, Admiral."
Kallesin raised his eyebrow "Vymora, strictly spoken, you already had a mariage and I do not run on batteries but on a fuelcell with replacable fuel." Vymora gave him a smile, "just teasing you, my dear." Then she turned to Tergin. "So when do we leave?"
"Immediatly, I already have ordered to send your personal belonging to the COCHRANE. In 25 mnutes a D-warp shuttle leaves for u both. So good luck on the new assignement." With those words Tergin stood up and showed them out.
Once out Vymora looked to Kallesin "Again a new home, hopefull this one is our final palce!"
Sincerily
Kallesin 'n galeda
Science officer USS COCHRANE
and Vymora Einicrox
20110110
USS DEMORA-SULU: Not Alone in the Out There
SD: 23.0110.2045 (Pacific)
Scene: DEMORA bridge
Time: shortly after the Pirates threaten to attack,
believing DEMORA is attacking them with dark matter
-------------------------
It smelled terrible.
CO Darr'chuh was wakened by an awful smell. It was a mix of burning carpet and wires with a dash of coagulated blood thrown in. The top of his head, his whole right leg and his right wrist protested with varying degrees of pain as he tried to lift himself from the floor just enough to look around.
"Oh, good. Captain, could you help me out of this?" a Lt<jg> over near the Science station asked.
Darr'chuh couldn't remember the fellow's name right at the moment, but he recognized the Tellarite as one of DEMORA's crew. The poor little fellow was pinned against the secondary station by the deformation of the chair he had been sitting in when... Suddenly, the last few moments Darr'chuh could remember before waking replayed in his mind and he swayed, clutching his aching head.
"Captain?"
The ship had been rapidly succumbing to the desructive force of dark matter as the crew scrambled to discover a way out of their predicament, when suddenly there had been a fantastic jolt- and then his nose had filled with that stink. What could cause a lurch that sudden and powerful?
"Captain!"
"Sorry, Lieutenant Turgon. I'll get you out of there," Darr'chuh replied reassuringly.
He walked the few feet, almost stumbling at the unexpected difficulty of raising his right foot, then put one paw on the back of the chair and braced the other on the Science station. He heaved and was shocked at how difficult releasing the pressure on the Lieutenant's chest was. Darr'chuh's head was pounding now and sending shooting pains down to his left eye and left jaw.
"Are you alright, sir? I don't have much medical training and I couldn't reach anyone while I was trapped. How long do you think it will be before a Medical team makes it up here? Where do you think the repair teams are?"
Turgon was obviously suffering from reaction to the events of the day. Darr'chuh took a deep breath. That actually helped a little with his head pains.
"There are medkits stored here on the bridge, remember Lt? Why don't you go and get one and see how much of your First Aid training you remember," Darr'chuh suggested, glancing around at their comrades who still lay unconscious.
-------------------------
Scene: DEMORA, bridge
Time: numerous hours and a lot of repairs later
"... so, basically, we don't know where the dark matter went, but we are -very- certain that it is gone."
The reporting Engineer took Darr'chuh's nod as permission to race off on his return trip to Main Engineering. The repairs were not difficult, other than the conduits directly affected by the dark matter, but it was so widespread that it was a long, drawn-out recovery.The sheer quantity of work to be done was the difficulty.
"Captain, we're receiving a communique from SB OMEGA."
Darr'chuh started to say he'd take it in his readyroom, when the young substitute Conn officer added, "Um, and we're receiving a message from the planet."
Well, THAT was a bit extra interesting. From the sensor readings he had perused, the planet ought to have been inhospitable enough to be devoid of life.
"In my readyroom," he replied quickly and took the unusual pause between status reports to duck into a slightly quieter setting.
-------------------------
Scene: DEMORA, readyroom
Time: after the repairs and most of the trip to OMEGA
Looking out at the magnificent view he currently had of the starbase, Darr'chuh thought back to their latest adventure. It turned out they had blundered into a testing area used by a previously undiscovered, very advanced race. The dark matter had been generated by a shipdrive they were trying to work the bugs out of; only the DEMORA's unnannounced arrival had led them to an emergency cooldown and shutoff of the drive. They had burnt it out, actually, and weren't in a receptive mood when Darr'chuh had told them they could petition to join the Federation.
"Years of research, brought to a halt by persons who cannot read warning signs!" the senior alien scientist had squeaked in his distress.
It hadn't helped when Darr'chuh asked what 'warning signs' he was talking about.
Now, though, they were back in safe territory with much more understandable people in charge. It was a heavy price to pay that he was losing two people he'd grown so attached to. Darr turned back around and looked FO Ro Jarrod in the eye. Then, he turned his gaze to CSciO Kallesin n' Galleda. He was going to be sacrificing a lot in losing these two. Orders. Darr'chuh sighed and sat at his desk, his leg still bothering him a bit.
"Well, at least I can recommend the COCHRANE to you both." He paused for a long moment, trying not to get too worked up. "I am surely going to miss you both."
-------------------------
NRPG: Tags?
Best Wishes,
Janet Gist
USS DEMORA-SULU, CO
Capt Darr'chuh
USS COCHRANE, ???
<you'll find out>
Scene: DEMORA bridge
Time: shortly after the Pirates threaten to attack,
believing DEMORA is attacking them with dark matter
-------------------------
It smelled terrible.
CO Darr'chuh was wakened by an awful smell. It was a mix of burning carpet and wires with a dash of coagulated blood thrown in. The top of his head, his whole right leg and his right wrist protested with varying degrees of pain as he tried to lift himself from the floor just enough to look around.
"Oh, good. Captain, could you help me out of this?" a Lt<jg> over near the Science station asked.
Darr'chuh couldn't remember the fellow's name right at the moment, but he recognized the Tellarite as one of DEMORA's crew. The poor little fellow was pinned against the secondary station by the deformation of the chair he had been sitting in when... Suddenly, the last few moments Darr'chuh could remember before waking replayed in his mind and he swayed, clutching his aching head.
"Captain?"
The ship had been rapidly succumbing to the desructive force of dark matter as the crew scrambled to discover a way out of their predicament, when suddenly there had been a fantastic jolt- and then his nose had filled with that stink. What could cause a lurch that sudden and powerful?
"Captain!"
"Sorry, Lieutenant Turgon. I'll get you out of there," Darr'chuh replied reassuringly.
He walked the few feet, almost stumbling at the unexpected difficulty of raising his right foot, then put one paw on the back of the chair and braced the other on the Science station. He heaved and was shocked at how difficult releasing the pressure on the Lieutenant's chest was. Darr'chuh's head was pounding now and sending shooting pains down to his left eye and left jaw.
"Are you alright, sir? I don't have much medical training and I couldn't reach anyone while I was trapped. How long do you think it will be before a Medical team makes it up here? Where do you think the repair teams are?"
Turgon was obviously suffering from reaction to the events of the day. Darr'chuh took a deep breath. That actually helped a little with his head pains.
"There are medkits stored here on the bridge, remember Lt? Why don't you go and get one and see how much of your First Aid training you remember," Darr'chuh suggested, glancing around at their comrades who still lay unconscious.
-------------------------
Scene: DEMORA, bridge
Time: numerous hours and a lot of repairs later
"... so, basically, we don't know where the dark matter went, but we are -very- certain that it is gone."
The reporting Engineer took Darr'chuh's nod as permission to race off on his return trip to Main Engineering. The repairs were not difficult, other than the conduits directly affected by the dark matter, but it was so widespread that it was a long, drawn-out recovery.The sheer quantity of work to be done was the difficulty.
"Captain, we're receiving a communique from SB OMEGA."
Darr'chuh started to say he'd take it in his readyroom, when the young substitute Conn officer added, "Um, and we're receiving a message from the planet."
Well, THAT was a bit extra interesting. From the sensor readings he had perused, the planet ought to have been inhospitable enough to be devoid of life.
"In my readyroom," he replied quickly and took the unusual pause between status reports to duck into a slightly quieter setting.
-------------------------
Scene: DEMORA, readyroom
Time: after the repairs and most of the trip to OMEGA
Looking out at the magnificent view he currently had of the starbase, Darr'chuh thought back to their latest adventure. It turned out they had blundered into a testing area used by a previously undiscovered, very advanced race. The dark matter had been generated by a shipdrive they were trying to work the bugs out of; only the DEMORA's unnannounced arrival had led them to an emergency cooldown and shutoff of the drive. They had burnt it out, actually, and weren't in a receptive mood when Darr'chuh had told them they could petition to join the Federation.
"Years of research, brought to a halt by persons who cannot read warning signs!" the senior alien scientist had squeaked in his distress.
It hadn't helped when Darr'chuh asked what 'warning signs' he was talking about.
Now, though, they were back in safe territory with much more understandable people in charge. It was a heavy price to pay that he was losing two people he'd grown so attached to. Darr turned back around and looked FO Ro Jarrod in the eye. Then, he turned his gaze to CSciO Kallesin n' Galleda. He was going to be sacrificing a lot in losing these two. Orders. Darr'chuh sighed and sat at his desk, his leg still bothering him a bit.
"Well, at least I can recommend the COCHRANE to you both." He paused for a long moment, trying not to get too worked up. "I am surely going to miss you both."
-------------------------
NRPG: Tags?
Best Wishes,
Janet Gist
USS DEMORA-SULU, CO
Capt Darr'chuh
USS COCHRANE, ???
<you'll find out>
USS COCHRANE: What here shall miss
==SD: 23.0110.1925 GMT-0600
==Scene: Transporter Room 1
==Time: one hour after Counsel for the Cochrane
==Begin RPG==
Dr. Arn Hemux rematerialized in a strange room. He had never been on a Pioneer class vessel before. In fact, every ship he'd been on was a small or medium sized vessel. While the style of the COCHRANE was similar to other modern ships, this ship had a flavor all its own.
Hemux gathered himself and slowly stepped off the pad toward the ensign operating the transporter. "Very good Ensign. Here in one piece. What a kind gesture!"
The poor transporter operator had no idea how to properly respond to the Bolian Lt. "Yes... sir," he replied, squinting.
Arn easily amused himself with the friendly jibe. He could easily see this as an example of most relationships he'd fostered in his time in Starfleet. Sometimes, those he came into contact with him would see Arn's optimistic, witty, and intellectual foreplay as a great thing to have on standby, whether in the direst of moments or in the most lighthearted and relaxed atmosphere. Others, of course, found the Bolian's personality annoying, unbecoming, and unnecessary.
Hemux figured the COCHRANE to be no different. Arn learned long ago to be himself. To be anything else, to interact under false pretenses, did more harm than good ultimately. Besides, to a Bolian, such behavior was unusual. Fine for a human to some extent and expected of a Ferengi, but the Counselor had to be himself.
"Thank you and keep up the fine work," Arn said with a smile as he gave the ensign a gentle pat on the shoulder. "My things have been transported to my quarters, correct?"
"Yes, Sir. Deck 2, room 109, I believe," the ensign said cautiously.
"Very good. Have a great day!"
"You too, sir."
==
Hemux made his way down the hall, whistling quietly as he went. He enjoyed life, a trait that previous captains found helpful at times, especially when they faced deadly opposition. On the other hand, Hemux proved a good counselor, advisor, and diplomat to these former CO's as well, and he hoped this would continue on the COCHRANE as well.
After a short turbolift ride, Arn quickly found his quarters. The room was large, but standard otherwise. The decor it seemed, was left up to the occupant. *Fine,* thought Hemux, *I am glad I brought a few objects from home.*
Hemux took a quick look around and unpacked a few essentials. Then he causally checked the computer logs to see if any updates had been made since he'd left Starbase Omega. There was only a couple of messages. One was a generic 'welcome to the USS Cochrane' and the other was much more important.
His current orders (and that of the other senior staff) was to come aboard, get settled, and be on standby for a call for a briefing when the CO was ready.
*Typical,* thought Hemux. *Hurry up and wait*
Never one to be bored, Hemux thought this would be a great opportunity to explore, meet, and greet. He checked himself in the mirror, not that he cared much about his looks, and proceeded to the exit.
Arn placed his hands behind his back and linked them together. He walked about the hallways, smiling and nodding at passersby. He observed how busy they appeared, all with intense looks on their faces, some with tools in their hands, and few with interest in talking. Clearly, the last minute tweaking of the COCHRANE was to be expected as it prepared to embark on a new voyage, with a new crew.
Hemux was unsure of where to proceed, so he let his instincts guide him. It didn't matter, really. His primary duties were not needed at this moment, and his usefulness in space dock was rather minuscule. He had few technical skills other than some medical training, and his secondary role as commanding officer advisor and diplomat was especially useless at the moment.
"Engineering," the Bolian told the turbolift.
==
Dr. Hemux appeared in the turbolift doorway. He glanced side to side as if he were not sure he would find himself in the middle of chaos or crossfire. Hemux was partly correct. Engineering was certainly busy. A few officers and enlisted shot him a quick glance, but no one paid much mind to the Bolian. After all, he was a Starfleet lieutenant by rank and senior officer, and few had any business questioning why he was there. Still, his blue topped uniform did seem unusual.
He walked about, carefully observing the crew's behavior. Eventually, he found that at least one of the junior officers were familiar with the ship's crew manifest and acknowledged Hemux.
"Counselor? May I help you sir?" said a junior grade lt. who was previously engaged in repairing a power coupling.
"No, no. Do not allow me to bother you, lt. Carry on, please. I will just be over here, minding my own..." Suddenly, Hemux stopped mid sentence. Something, no, someone, caught his eye. He wasn't sure what disturbed him so, but it was an uneasy feeling he hadn't experienced in quite some time.
Returning to the engineer, he thanked him for his time and excused himself. Arn backed away and strode near the wall on the opposite side of the room. He was trying hard not to appear conspicuous.
He waited patiently, staring at the back of a certain enlisted engineer. He could not be sure of this person's identity until he turned completely around. Arn did not have to wait long.
The Vulcan swiveled in his chair, apparently turning to make a calculation on the computer behind him. For a brief moment, the chief looked up at Hemux. It wasn't long, but it was enough to confirm the Bolian's suspicion.
The Vulcan did not recognize the Counselor of course; they had never met. But Arn was almost sure he'd seen this man before, in an image. But he did not remember the stranger being... Vulcan.
*Very strange,* thought Hemux. For the first time since he had arrived on the COCHRANE, Hemux' smile disappeared completely. Hemux knew he had seen this person before, but he had no idea why his presence was giving him such bad feelings. And where had he seen the man's image? Was it his imagination?
But the emotional attachment was too strong to ignore. Hemux walked away. He was nearly to the turbolift when he went back to the engineer he'd spoken to a few moments earlier.
"Excuse me, lt."
"Sir?"
"The Vulcan chief over there. What is his name?"
The engineer had a surprised look on his face. After some thought, he rose from his kneeling position and peered around the corner to see where Arn was directing him to. "I was not aware we had any Vulcans in engineering currently." He looked at the chief briefly, then turned back to the Bolian.
"Beats me, Counselor. I suppose he just beamed over with the last shift. We've had a lot of people come and go lately. No telling till things get settled who is part of the ship's crew and who is stationed here at OMEGA. Sorry sir."
Arn attempted a smile as a show of appreciation. "Thank you. I shall show myself out."
==End RPG==
=NRGP=
BIG TAG! Surely someone is willing to take this up. Could be anything at this point. I'm just making it up as I go along.
We are snowed in here, so I had time to burn to stay warm.
Respectfully,
Doug
Player Awards: Viper Badge; Starfleet Medal of Promise; Blue Ribbon; Gold Ribbon, Starfleet Leadership Medal
-Lt. Arn Hemux
Surak Medal
Counselor, USS COCHRANE
==Scene: Transporter Room 1
==Time: one hour after Counsel for the Cochrane
==Begin RPG==
Dr. Arn Hemux rematerialized in a strange room. He had never been on a Pioneer class vessel before. In fact, every ship he'd been on was a small or medium sized vessel. While the style of the COCHRANE was similar to other modern ships, this ship had a flavor all its own.
Hemux gathered himself and slowly stepped off the pad toward the ensign operating the transporter. "Very good Ensign. Here in one piece. What a kind gesture!"
The poor transporter operator had no idea how to properly respond to the Bolian Lt. "Yes... sir," he replied, squinting.
Arn easily amused himself with the friendly jibe. He could easily see this as an example of most relationships he'd fostered in his time in Starfleet. Sometimes, those he came into contact with him would see Arn's optimistic, witty, and intellectual foreplay as a great thing to have on standby, whether in the direst of moments or in the most lighthearted and relaxed atmosphere. Others, of course, found the Bolian's personality annoying, unbecoming, and unnecessary.
Hemux figured the COCHRANE to be no different. Arn learned long ago to be himself. To be anything else, to interact under false pretenses, did more harm than good ultimately. Besides, to a Bolian, such behavior was unusual. Fine for a human to some extent and expected of a Ferengi, but the Counselor had to be himself.
"Thank you and keep up the fine work," Arn said with a smile as he gave the ensign a gentle pat on the shoulder. "My things have been transported to my quarters, correct?"
"Yes, Sir. Deck 2, room 109, I believe," the ensign said cautiously.
"Very good. Have a great day!"
"You too, sir."
==
Hemux made his way down the hall, whistling quietly as he went. He enjoyed life, a trait that previous captains found helpful at times, especially when they faced deadly opposition. On the other hand, Hemux proved a good counselor, advisor, and diplomat to these former CO's as well, and he hoped this would continue on the COCHRANE as well.
After a short turbolift ride, Arn quickly found his quarters. The room was large, but standard otherwise. The decor it seemed, was left up to the occupant. *Fine,* thought Hemux, *I am glad I brought a few objects from home.*
Hemux took a quick look around and unpacked a few essentials. Then he causally checked the computer logs to see if any updates had been made since he'd left Starbase Omega. There was only a couple of messages. One was a generic 'welcome to the USS Cochrane' and the other was much more important.
His current orders (and that of the other senior staff) was to come aboard, get settled, and be on standby for a call for a briefing when the CO was ready.
*Typical,* thought Hemux. *Hurry up and wait*
Never one to be bored, Hemux thought this would be a great opportunity to explore, meet, and greet. He checked himself in the mirror, not that he cared much about his looks, and proceeded to the exit.
Arn placed his hands behind his back and linked them together. He walked about the hallways, smiling and nodding at passersby. He observed how busy they appeared, all with intense looks on their faces, some with tools in their hands, and few with interest in talking. Clearly, the last minute tweaking of the COCHRANE was to be expected as it prepared to embark on a new voyage, with a new crew.
Hemux was unsure of where to proceed, so he let his instincts guide him. It didn't matter, really. His primary duties were not needed at this moment, and his usefulness in space dock was rather minuscule. He had few technical skills other than some medical training, and his secondary role as commanding officer advisor and diplomat was especially useless at the moment.
"Engineering," the Bolian told the turbolift.
==
Dr. Hemux appeared in the turbolift doorway. He glanced side to side as if he were not sure he would find himself in the middle of chaos or crossfire. Hemux was partly correct. Engineering was certainly busy. A few officers and enlisted shot him a quick glance, but no one paid much mind to the Bolian. After all, he was a Starfleet lieutenant by rank and senior officer, and few had any business questioning why he was there. Still, his blue topped uniform did seem unusual.
He walked about, carefully observing the crew's behavior. Eventually, he found that at least one of the junior officers were familiar with the ship's crew manifest and acknowledged Hemux.
"Counselor? May I help you sir?" said a junior grade lt. who was previously engaged in repairing a power coupling.
"No, no. Do not allow me to bother you, lt. Carry on, please. I will just be over here, minding my own..." Suddenly, Hemux stopped mid sentence. Something, no, someone, caught his eye. He wasn't sure what disturbed him so, but it was an uneasy feeling he hadn't experienced in quite some time.
Returning to the engineer, he thanked him for his time and excused himself. Arn backed away and strode near the wall on the opposite side of the room. He was trying hard not to appear conspicuous.
He waited patiently, staring at the back of a certain enlisted engineer. He could not be sure of this person's identity until he turned completely around. Arn did not have to wait long.
The Vulcan swiveled in his chair, apparently turning to make a calculation on the computer behind him. For a brief moment, the chief looked up at Hemux. It wasn't long, but it was enough to confirm the Bolian's suspicion.
The Vulcan did not recognize the Counselor of course; they had never met. But Arn was almost sure he'd seen this man before, in an image. But he did not remember the stranger being... Vulcan.
*Very strange,* thought Hemux. For the first time since he had arrived on the COCHRANE, Hemux' smile disappeared completely. Hemux knew he had seen this person before, but he had no idea why his presence was giving him such bad feelings. And where had he seen the man's image? Was it his imagination?
But the emotional attachment was too strong to ignore. Hemux walked away. He was nearly to the turbolift when he went back to the engineer he'd spoken to a few moments earlier.
"Excuse me, lt."
"Sir?"
"The Vulcan chief over there. What is his name?"
The engineer had a surprised look on his face. After some thought, he rose from his kneeling position and peered around the corner to see where Arn was directing him to. "I was not aware we had any Vulcans in engineering currently." He looked at the chief briefly, then turned back to the Bolian.
"Beats me, Counselor. I suppose he just beamed over with the last shift. We've had a lot of people come and go lately. No telling till things get settled who is part of the ship's crew and who is stationed here at OMEGA. Sorry sir."
Arn attempted a smile as a show of appreciation. "Thank you. I shall show myself out."
==End RPG==
=NRGP=
BIG TAG! Surely someone is willing to take this up. Could be anything at this point. I'm just making it up as I go along.
We are snowed in here, so I had time to burn to stay warm.
Respectfully,
Doug
Player Awards: Viper Badge; Starfleet Medal of Promise; Blue Ribbon; Gold Ribbon, Starfleet Leadership Medal
-Lt. Arn Hemux
Surak Medal
Counselor, USS COCHRANE
20110104
SB OMEGA > USS COCHRANE: New Starts Prologue
SD: 23.0104
Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admirals Office
"Congratulations," Tergin said as he handed Ensign Grissom a box with a single hollow pip in it. "Good work in saving as many lives as you did. That type of work will take you far in the Cocoon Fleet. That is why you are being promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade and assigned as Chief Security Officer to the USS COCHRANE."
"Thank you sir," Gus said as he took the pip and fixed it to his collar.
"The COCHRANE is due to leave spacedock in a few days. Take a shuttle or long range transporter aboard and report to your new CO, Captain Canon."
"Aye sir." Gus said. It was all so overwhelming.
"Congratulations Lt.<jg> Grissom," the Fleet Admiral said as he smiled and dismissed the new junior Lt.
NRPG: Hi Bill, as we discussed, here's the promotion to Lt<jg>. Tag, have Gus report aboard to Captain Canon.
Fleet Admiral Tergin
Fleet CO
SB OMEGA
HWF/Cocoon Fleet
Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admirals Office
"Congratulations," Tergin said as he handed Ensign Grissom a box with a single hollow pip in it. "Good work in saving as many lives as you did. That type of work will take you far in the Cocoon Fleet. That is why you are being promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade and assigned as Chief Security Officer to the USS COCHRANE."
"Thank you sir," Gus said as he took the pip and fixed it to his collar.
"The COCHRANE is due to leave spacedock in a few days. Take a shuttle or long range transporter aboard and report to your new CO, Captain Canon."
"Aye sir." Gus said. It was all so overwhelming.
"Congratulations Lt.<jg> Grissom," the Fleet Admiral said as he smiled and dismissed the new junior Lt.
NRPG: Hi Bill, as we discussed, here's the promotion to Lt<jg>. Tag, have Gus report aboard to Captain Canon.
Fleet Admiral Tergin
Fleet CO
SB OMEGA
HWF/Cocoon Fleet
20110103
SB OMEGA > USS COCHRANE: Counsel for the Cochrane
SD: 23.0104
Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admirals Office
NRPG: After Doug's Liason
"Come..."
"Admiral, Lt. Hemux reporting sir."
The El-Aurian smiled from behind his desk.
"Thank you. I'll make this quick. You are being assigned as Counselor to the USS COCHRANE," Tergin said handing the Bolian his transfer orders.
"I suspected as much," Arn said with a smile as he took the padd.
"Oh? How?" Tergin asked.
The Bolian blushed blue. "Word about the station sir. Not easy to miss a Pioneer Class refit getting ready to come out of the GAIA yards."
"I see. Well Counselor, the COCHRANE will be staffed with Cocoon Fleet veterans... and as you know, life in the Cocoon can be hard and officer retention rates are well below the average in other Fleets. So, I'm counting on you to do you job," The Admiral smiled. "Dismissed."
NRPG: Sorry if I got Hemux wrong doug. Tag.
Fleet Admiral Tergin
Fleet CO
SB OMEGA
HWF/Cocoon Fleet
Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admirals Office
NRPG: After Doug's Liason
"Come..."
"Admiral, Lt. Hemux reporting sir."
The El-Aurian smiled from behind his desk.
"Thank you. I'll make this quick. You are being assigned as Counselor to the USS COCHRANE," Tergin said handing the Bolian his transfer orders.
"I suspected as much," Arn said with a smile as he took the padd.
"Oh? How?" Tergin asked.
The Bolian blushed blue. "Word about the station sir. Not easy to miss a Pioneer Class refit getting ready to come out of the GAIA yards."
"I see. Well Counselor, the COCHRANE will be staffed with Cocoon Fleet veterans... and as you know, life in the Cocoon can be hard and officer retention rates are well below the average in other Fleets. So, I'm counting on you to do you job," The Admiral smiled. "Dismissed."
NRPG: Sorry if I got Hemux wrong doug. Tag.
Fleet Admiral Tergin
Fleet CO
SB OMEGA
HWF/Cocoon Fleet
SB OMEGA > USS COCHRANE: Full Circle
SD: 23.0104
Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admirals Office
NRPG: Snip from Sean's Pure Thought
-=TWEEDLEBEEP=-
"Enter" he heard from the other side of the plated wall.
-=SWOOSH=-
"Lieutenant Commander Ryan reporting as requested , sir"
--NRPG: End snip, start new --
"Lt.Cmdr. Ryan," Tergin said, he was seated at his desk, his stack of padds he was trying to get through between his personnel appointments. "Good to see you."
"You as well Admiral."
"How are you finding things at Gaia?"
The man uneasily settled into the chair on the opposite side of the Admiral. "To be quite candid sir, a bit... static."
"Well, I can understand that," the El-Aurian said with his disarming smile that made it easy for his officers to be candid with him. "The confines of an office, not matter how big," he said, motioning the cavernous office space, "is still... confining."
It was Joshua's turn to smile.
"Alright, lets make this quick then, the USS COCHRANE is coming out space dock after her refit and needs a CEO. For reasons that will become apparent to you when you are on board, you are the correct man for the job."
"The COCHRANE sir... That was..."
"Your first posting, yes, I guess this will be a little like coming full circle then for you... Here are your orders reassigning you for GAIA to the COCHRANE."
"Thank you sir."
"I"m sure that there is a lot to do before you are ready to launch. Good luck. Dismissed Commander."
NRPG: Tag Sean.
Fleet Admiral Tergin
Fleet CO
SB OMEGA
HWF/Cocoon Fleet
Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admirals Office
NRPG: Snip from Sean's Pure Thought
-=TWEEDLEBEEP=-
"Enter" he heard from the other side of the plated wall.
-=SWOOSH=-
"Lieutenant Commander Ryan reporting as requested , sir"
--NRPG: End snip, start new --
"Lt.Cmdr. Ryan," Tergin said, he was seated at his desk, his stack of padds he was trying to get through between his personnel appointments. "Good to see you."
"You as well Admiral."
"How are you finding things at Gaia?"
The man uneasily settled into the chair on the opposite side of the Admiral. "To be quite candid sir, a bit... static."
"Well, I can understand that," the El-Aurian said with his disarming smile that made it easy for his officers to be candid with him. "The confines of an office, not matter how big," he said, motioning the cavernous office space, "is still... confining."
It was Joshua's turn to smile.
"Alright, lets make this quick then, the USS COCHRANE is coming out space dock after her refit and needs a CEO. For reasons that will become apparent to you when you are on board, you are the correct man for the job."
"The COCHRANE sir... That was..."
"Your first posting, yes, I guess this will be a little like coming full circle then for you... Here are your orders reassigning you for GAIA to the COCHRANE."
"Thank you sir."
"I"m sure that there is a lot to do before you are ready to launch. Good luck. Dismissed Commander."
NRPG: Tag Sean.
Fleet Admiral Tergin
Fleet CO
SB OMEGA
HWF/Cocoon Fleet
SB OMEGA > USS COCHRANE: Returning a Healer's Hands
SD: 23.0104
Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admirals Office
NRPG: After Don's Back to Basics
The admiral's assistants had sent in the next meeting of the day.
"Hello Commander," Tergin said, motioning to the couch after shaking the human man's hand and sipping his green tea.
"It's nice to see you in person Sir," Daniel said.
"Indeed. It seems like for a few weeks there all I was getting was casualty reports. I want to personally thank you for what you did back on the border. Some might say that type of service deserves a promotion..."
"Or warrants a change of career," Stuart said. "I'm assuming you got my transfer request."
"I did. I'm in dire need of Command officers Daniel. Command officers I can trust," the Admiral put a strange emphasis on the last word that made the Starfleet Commander had never heard the Fleet Admiral use. Daniel felt his hopes dashing. "However, I completely understand. I'm also in need of good officers, and if this is one way to keep you in Starfleet and not lose you to retirement then I'll make it happen."
A slight smile crept across Daniel's face. "Thank you sir."
"I can do you one better as well. You are assigned to the USS COCHRANE under command of... Captain Canon."
"Captain Pol Canon? I thought he retired," Daniel said surprised, he'd just been thinking of the man.
"The very same. He just returned to the Cocoon earlier this week," Tergin said with a smile. "So how does that suit you DOCTOR?"
"Very well sir. Thank you."
"One last question before I release you to go report to your new yet not new CO," the El-Aurian smiled. "Do you plan to keep up with your Command certifications as CMO? Are you interested in being included in the COCHRANE's chain of command? As a O-5 you will most likely fall after the Second Officer in the chain of command... you don't have to give me your decision now, unless you know..."
NRPG: Tag Don, do you want Stuart included in the CoC?
Fleet Admiral Tergin
Fleet CO
SB OMEGA
HWF/Cocoon Fleet
Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admirals Office
NRPG: After Don's Back to Basics
The admiral's assistants had sent in the next meeting of the day.
"Hello Commander," Tergin said, motioning to the couch after shaking the human man's hand and sipping his green tea.
"It's nice to see you in person Sir," Daniel said.
"Indeed. It seems like for a few weeks there all I was getting was casualty reports. I want to personally thank you for what you did back on the border. Some might say that type of service deserves a promotion..."
"Or warrants a change of career," Stuart said. "I'm assuming you got my transfer request."
"I did. I'm in dire need of Command officers Daniel. Command officers I can trust," the Admiral put a strange emphasis on the last word that made the Starfleet Commander had never heard the Fleet Admiral use. Daniel felt his hopes dashing. "However, I completely understand. I'm also in need of good officers, and if this is one way to keep you in Starfleet and not lose you to retirement then I'll make it happen."
A slight smile crept across Daniel's face. "Thank you sir."
"I can do you one better as well. You are assigned to the USS COCHRANE under command of... Captain Canon."
"Captain Pol Canon? I thought he retired," Daniel said surprised, he'd just been thinking of the man.
"The very same. He just returned to the Cocoon earlier this week," Tergin said with a smile. "So how does that suit you DOCTOR?"
"Very well sir. Thank you."
"One last question before I release you to go report to your new yet not new CO," the El-Aurian smiled. "Do you plan to keep up with your Command certifications as CMO? Are you interested in being included in the COCHRANE's chain of command? As a O-5 you will most likely fall after the Second Officer in the chain of command... you don't have to give me your decision now, unless you know..."
NRPG: Tag Don, do you want Stuart included in the CoC?
Fleet Admiral Tergin
Fleet CO
SB OMEGA
HWF/Cocoon Fleet
SB OMEGA > USS COCHRANE: A Captain named Canon
SD: 23.0103
Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admirals Office
NRPG: Sometime after Paul's Last Post: Catching Up
"... Captain Canon, Welcome back to the Cocoon," Tergin said, as he motioned the man to the couches in the center of his office.
"Thank you Admiral, its been a long time."
"Too long, good to see you again too Pol," Tergin said.
"You too Tergin. I must say, I'm quite interested about the billet, as Starfleet Command was quite cryptic."
"As they tend to be about all things Cocoon these days I'm afraid..."
Tergin noticed the inquisitive look on the Betazoid Captain's face. The El-Aurian tried to deflect with his signature smile and shaking his head. "Politics," he said, pulling a padd off the stack on the edge of the desk. "The commission is the USS COCHRANE fresh out of spacedock and refit... a PIONEER II class ship."
Pol was tempted to ask why he'd been asked for specifically, why he'd been brought out of retirement. His Betazoid senses tingled, the El-Aurian mind was impressive indeed. He got the feeling that it was linked to the 'politics' the admiral had spoken of early...
The Listener caught Pol's eye, and knew what the man was wondering. It was true, he had requested him specifically, particularly because he'd retired outside the Cocoon. He could not let him know that though, not yet. The Captain quickly returned his attention to the padd the Admiral was offering him.
"Your crew will be for the most part experienced hands of the Cocoon... Your FO and Chief Science Officer will be arriving from the USS DEMORA SULU shortly. Your CEO was formerly the CEO of the COCHRANE, and I'm sure you'll know your CMO, Commander Stuart..."
"Daniel Stuart?..."
"The very same."
"Last I heard he was captaining the YORKTOWN, what happened...?"
"Things change... as I'm sure you are aware" the Admiral said in his soft voice and smile. "Your Counselor is Lt. Hemux, and your FCO is still to be determined. Their biofiles are in here. You'll get getting the full crew roster shortly."
"And... dare I ask about the ambassador I rode in with?"
"Ambassador Grayson?" Tergin's smile turned into a broad smirk. "To be Determined..." before Captain Canon could ask for clarification the Admiral pushed on. "I'm sure your eager to get aboard, you can take long range transporter or shuttle over to the Gaia Fleet Yards. You should be ready to launch in two days if the reports from my engineers are correct."
The new Commanding Officer of the USS COCHRANE rose as the Admiral rose. "Thank you sir."
"Thank you captain. The Fleet and I am happy to have you back..."
Tergin began walking the man to the office door. "One more thing. The COCHRANE is to the new Flagship of the Cocoon Fleet. So, I guess double congratulations are in order Captain. As such you can expect to enjoy regular contact with my office. Also, expect orders to come shortly from the office of the Fleet Executive Officer." They were at the door before Pol could ask any questions, and he knew when he was being politely excused.
"Thank you Admiral," was all he had time for, he saw several faces in the anteroom and wondered if some of them were his new Senior staff.
NRPG:
Sorry for the delay. Paul, hope I got Pol right, has certainly been a while, feel free to start COing away.
Fleet Admiral Tergin
Fleet CO
SB OMEGA
HWF/Cocoon Fleet
Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admirals Office
NRPG: Sometime after Paul's Last Post: Catching Up
"... Captain Canon, Welcome back to the Cocoon," Tergin said, as he motioned the man to the couches in the center of his office.
"Thank you Admiral, its been a long time."
"Too long, good to see you again too Pol," Tergin said.
"You too Tergin. I must say, I'm quite interested about the billet, as Starfleet Command was quite cryptic."
"As they tend to be about all things Cocoon these days I'm afraid..."
Tergin noticed the inquisitive look on the Betazoid Captain's face. The El-Aurian tried to deflect with his signature smile and shaking his head. "Politics," he said, pulling a padd off the stack on the edge of the desk. "The commission is the USS COCHRANE fresh out of spacedock and refit... a PIONEER II class ship."
Pol was tempted to ask why he'd been asked for specifically, why he'd been brought out of retirement. His Betazoid senses tingled, the El-Aurian mind was impressive indeed. He got the feeling that it was linked to the 'politics' the admiral had spoken of early...
The Listener caught Pol's eye, and knew what the man was wondering. It was true, he had requested him specifically, particularly because he'd retired outside the Cocoon. He could not let him know that though, not yet. The Captain quickly returned his attention to the padd the Admiral was offering him.
"Your crew will be for the most part experienced hands of the Cocoon... Your FO and Chief Science Officer will be arriving from the USS DEMORA SULU shortly. Your CEO was formerly the CEO of the COCHRANE, and I'm sure you'll know your CMO, Commander Stuart..."
"Daniel Stuart?..."
"The very same."
"Last I heard he was captaining the YORKTOWN, what happened...?"
"Things change... as I'm sure you are aware" the Admiral said in his soft voice and smile. "Your Counselor is Lt. Hemux, and your FCO is still to be determined. Their biofiles are in here. You'll get getting the full crew roster shortly."
"And... dare I ask about the ambassador I rode in with?"
"Ambassador Grayson?" Tergin's smile turned into a broad smirk. "To be Determined..." before Captain Canon could ask for clarification the Admiral pushed on. "I'm sure your eager to get aboard, you can take long range transporter or shuttle over to the Gaia Fleet Yards. You should be ready to launch in two days if the reports from my engineers are correct."
The new Commanding Officer of the USS COCHRANE rose as the Admiral rose. "Thank you sir."
"Thank you captain. The Fleet and I am happy to have you back..."
Tergin began walking the man to the office door. "One more thing. The COCHRANE is to the new Flagship of the Cocoon Fleet. So, I guess double congratulations are in order Captain. As such you can expect to enjoy regular contact with my office. Also, expect orders to come shortly from the office of the Fleet Executive Officer." They were at the door before Pol could ask any questions, and he knew when he was being politely excused.
"Thank you Admiral," was all he had time for, he saw several faces in the anteroom and wondered if some of them were his new Senior staff.
NRPG:
Sorry for the delay. Paul, hope I got Pol right, has certainly been a while, feel free to start COing away.
Fleet Admiral Tergin
Fleet CO
SB OMEGA
HWF/Cocoon Fleet
20110101
USS COCHRANE: Stepping Into the Frying Pan
USS COCHRANE: Stepping Into the Frying Pan
[[[Scene: USS Cochrane, Corridors just beyond Sickbay]]]
[[[SD: 23.0102.0014]]]
Ma’kauran braced her hand against the wall allowing a momentary reprieve from stiffness of her movements. It hurt more than she would ever let on, but then again the cane that she was supposed to be relying upon was back in her quarters. Having to relearn how to walk, does that to you. Not that she used the stupid piece of equipment. She had been cleared for light duty, which for a Marine basically meant desk duty. And it ranked just below being discharged on the meter of things that sucked.
At least she wouldn’t be left behind.
Senior officers from around the fleet were being recalled to SB Omega to take part in a sort of senior leadership war games. The USS COCHRANE had been refit and would serve the central role in the planned war games. Some were arriving via D-Warp shuttle, while others came with their entire ship. The SOJOURNER-TRUTH, the HORIZON, the KATANA, and the ZAHAL were a few of the ship currently in orbit of Demeter. Several others were due in shortly.
She wasn’t sure if the rumors were true, but then again she didn’t speak much to those around here, unless she had to. The once stoic Marine, hadn’t made many friends while on OMEGA since the medical staff had successfully revived her from the comatose state she had spent the previous seven months in due to an unknown illness which inflicted her on COCOON 2.
Anyway, skuttlebutt in the Residential Dome had it that the finest minds in the fleet were to be assigned to the USS COCHRANE, and to two other – names yet to be uncovered – ships to serve at the center of these so called War Games. The COCHRANE was the obvious choice as it had been just refit, and the skeleton crew who escorted the ship to OMEGA from the Gaia shipyard couldn’t seem to keep their mouths shut.
Three against the whole fleet didn’t seem like fair odds, but it they had the best and the brightest, who knows what could happen.
Or not happen.
Too many chiefs and no Indians. It was a real concern.
Could all these outgoing, decorated, and somewhat stubborn command personnel come together to outwit the greater assets? Admiral Tergin had let it slips several weeks ago that the results of this War Game would greatly influence the direction the Cocoon Fleet would take.
Not a small weight to be placed on so many officers.
And would she get to play a part?
No. The Marine command didn’t want to let her off of the disable lists, religating her to almost certain desk duty. It didn’t matter that her rehab had progressed faster than any had expected. The fact that it progressed at all was astounding. And more than likely it had to do with her own internal healing factor, that and the biomedical implant that had kept her alive when Starfleet Medical couldn’t do anything.
Tergin had fought for her, ensuring that she could at least serve in a technical advisory role. It was better than nothing. As seeing as she would have to continue the rehab that she had come to despise, Maka was currently on her way to check in with whoever had been assigned CMO on this hunk of junk.
Ok. So the COCHRANE would never be junk. She just wanted to have more of a role then she was fated to have. That was her old self fighting to come out, even though she had pretty much shut herself out while relearning to walk and to talk. Her speech was only mildly choppy, but her gait was noticeably awkward and unsteady. Hence the cane. And with the combat Marine trying to fight her way out of a corner, the cane permanently disappeared. She would have nothing to do with it. And screw whoever wanted to make her rely on it.
Taking a final breath, she made the rest of her way to the COCHRANE’s Medical bay. She could check in and get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. If the doc wanted any info, he or she could get it from her record. She was done explaining. Given her ability to heal, five more months or so, and she just might get cleared for full duty.
And until then, there was no reason promoting to others just how weak, she was.
A cripple.
Ma’kauran punched the nearest hatch at that thought. It wouldn’t do to think like that.
She would be strong again. She was strong.
Striding through the Medbay doors with as much confidence and power as she could manage, but she was not prepared for what awaited her.
Or whom.
-------------------
NRPG:
1. Senerio encluded… War Games, Senior Leadership Exercise
2. There is more than one ship. If there are other NPCs you want to have around but aren’t sure how they could fit, they can easily be on one of the other ships participating in this event. I am sure the COCHRANE won’t be alone in whatever happens to it.
3. Maka’s updated BIOFILE has been uploaded to HWF Wiki.
-----=/\=------
With Wings of Light
Lieutenant Colonel Ma’kauran
Technical Advisor/Future 2O, USS COCHRANE
-----=/\=-----
EJ
[[[Scene: USS Cochrane, Corridors just beyond Sickbay]]]
[[[SD: 23.0102.0014]]]
Ma’kauran braced her hand against the wall allowing a momentary reprieve from stiffness of her movements. It hurt more than she would ever let on, but then again the cane that she was supposed to be relying upon was back in her quarters. Having to relearn how to walk, does that to you. Not that she used the stupid piece of equipment. She had been cleared for light duty, which for a Marine basically meant desk duty. And it ranked just below being discharged on the meter of things that sucked.
At least she wouldn’t be left behind.
Senior officers from around the fleet were being recalled to SB Omega to take part in a sort of senior leadership war games. The USS COCHRANE had been refit and would serve the central role in the planned war games. Some were arriving via D-Warp shuttle, while others came with their entire ship. The SOJOURNER-TRUTH, the HORIZON, the KATANA, and the ZAHAL were a few of the ship currently in orbit of Demeter. Several others were due in shortly.
She wasn’t sure if the rumors were true, but then again she didn’t speak much to those around here, unless she had to. The once stoic Marine, hadn’t made many friends while on OMEGA since the medical staff had successfully revived her from the comatose state she had spent the previous seven months in due to an unknown illness which inflicted her on COCOON 2.
Anyway, skuttlebutt in the Residential Dome had it that the finest minds in the fleet were to be assigned to the USS COCHRANE, and to two other – names yet to be uncovered – ships to serve at the center of these so called War Games. The COCHRANE was the obvious choice as it had been just refit, and the skeleton crew who escorted the ship to OMEGA from the Gaia shipyard couldn’t seem to keep their mouths shut.
Three against the whole fleet didn’t seem like fair odds, but it they had the best and the brightest, who knows what could happen.
Or not happen.
Too many chiefs and no Indians. It was a real concern.
Could all these outgoing, decorated, and somewhat stubborn command personnel come together to outwit the greater assets? Admiral Tergin had let it slips several weeks ago that the results of this War Game would greatly influence the direction the Cocoon Fleet would take.
Not a small weight to be placed on so many officers.
And would she get to play a part?
No. The Marine command didn’t want to let her off of the disable lists, religating her to almost certain desk duty. It didn’t matter that her rehab had progressed faster than any had expected. The fact that it progressed at all was astounding. And more than likely it had to do with her own internal healing factor, that and the biomedical implant that had kept her alive when Starfleet Medical couldn’t do anything.
Tergin had fought for her, ensuring that she could at least serve in a technical advisory role. It was better than nothing. As seeing as she would have to continue the rehab that she had come to despise, Maka was currently on her way to check in with whoever had been assigned CMO on this hunk of junk.
Ok. So the COCHRANE would never be junk. She just wanted to have more of a role then she was fated to have. That was her old self fighting to come out, even though she had pretty much shut herself out while relearning to walk and to talk. Her speech was only mildly choppy, but her gait was noticeably awkward and unsteady. Hence the cane. And with the combat Marine trying to fight her way out of a corner, the cane permanently disappeared. She would have nothing to do with it. And screw whoever wanted to make her rely on it.
Taking a final breath, she made the rest of her way to the COCHRANE’s Medical bay. She could check in and get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. If the doc wanted any info, he or she could get it from her record. She was done explaining. Given her ability to heal, five more months or so, and she just might get cleared for full duty.
And until then, there was no reason promoting to others just how weak, she was.
A cripple.
Ma’kauran punched the nearest hatch at that thought. It wouldn’t do to think like that.
She would be strong again. She was strong.
Striding through the Medbay doors with as much confidence and power as she could manage, but she was not prepared for what awaited her.
Or whom.
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NRPG:
1. Senerio encluded… War Games, Senior Leadership Exercise
2. There is more than one ship. If there are other NPCs you want to have around but aren’t sure how they could fit, they can easily be on one of the other ships participating in this event. I am sure the COCHRANE won’t be alone in whatever happens to it.
3. Maka’s updated BIOFILE has been uploaded to HWF Wiki.
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With Wings of Light
Lieutenant Colonel Ma’kauran
Technical Advisor/Future 2O, USS COCHRANE
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EJ
SB OMEGA: LIASON
SB OMEGA: LIASON
SD 23.0101.2153
Scene: Fleet Admiral Tergin's Office
Time: following my "To Go Boldly" and with Sean's "Pure Thought!"
**begin**
Dr. Arn Hemux observed carefully the slim officer in a gold uniform who sat near him in the waiting room. The man placed his bag on the ground then looked up at the smiling Bolian.
"Commander," acknowledged Arn, being sure to look in the eyes of the younger man. The Lt. Commander didn't know it, but Arn had already taken in a lot of information about his new acquaintance from his body language, the way he adjusted his uniform, his choice of hair style, the movement of his eyes...
Arn had started his career in psychiatry long before his Starfleet career and had been a careful observer of species long before that. His senses about people proved valuable in his line of work and was a solid trait he could always count on.
Josh Ryan, unsure of the unusually friendly Bolian sitting across from him, gave a quick acknowledgment in return. "Lt." he replied simply.
"Most call me Dr. Hemux, psychiatry and diplomatic relations. Friends call me Arn. A pleasure to meet you Sir."
"Likewise," Ryan responded.
Hemux could sense that the commander had no intention of striking up a conversation, so the sociable Bolian felt he would take the initiative. "Commander, if you do not mind me asking, do you know why you are here? I am sorry, that did not come out like I meant. I have been called to meet with the Admiral for reassignment, and I was simply wondering if you too are here for that purpose."
Ryan relaxed. He even managed a smile. He could tell this Bolian was a friendly sort and was looking for conversation to pass the time.
"Not sure, Doctor, but my friends here at OMEGA say the USS COCHRANE has been refitted and Tergin is filling the command positions soon. Sounds too coincidental..."
"I see," Hemux casually interrupted. "Perhaps the Admiral is filling out that roster even as we speak.
Hemux was interrupted by a yeoman coming out of the Admiral's ante room.
**snip**
"Cmdr Ryan, the Admiral is ready to see you now." the yeoman said gesturing Josh to the door.
**end**
Hemux smiled and nodded, realizing he had to allow his willing ear to carry on his way. "It has been a pleasure, Commander. Good luck to you."
**end**
NRGP:
Happy New Year!
Sean, I don't know your character yet so I didn't put too much into your side.
Respectfully,
Doug as Lt. Arn Hemux,
CNS, USS COCHRANE
SD 23.0101.2153
Scene: Fleet Admiral Tergin's Office
Time: following my "To Go Boldly" and with Sean's "Pure Thought!"
**begin**
Dr. Arn Hemux observed carefully the slim officer in a gold uniform who sat near him in the waiting room. The man placed his bag on the ground then looked up at the smiling Bolian.
"Commander," acknowledged Arn, being sure to look in the eyes of the younger man. The Lt. Commander didn't know it, but Arn had already taken in a lot of information about his new acquaintance from his body language, the way he adjusted his uniform, his choice of hair style, the movement of his eyes...
Arn had started his career in psychiatry long before his Starfleet career and had been a careful observer of species long before that. His senses about people proved valuable in his line of work and was a solid trait he could always count on.
Josh Ryan, unsure of the unusually friendly Bolian sitting across from him, gave a quick acknowledgment in return. "Lt." he replied simply.
"Most call me Dr. Hemux, psychiatry and diplomatic relations. Friends call me Arn. A pleasure to meet you Sir."
"Likewise," Ryan responded.
Hemux could sense that the commander had no intention of striking up a conversation, so the sociable Bolian felt he would take the initiative. "Commander, if you do not mind me asking, do you know why you are here? I am sorry, that did not come out like I meant. I have been called to meet with the Admiral for reassignment, and I was simply wondering if you too are here for that purpose."
Ryan relaxed. He even managed a smile. He could tell this Bolian was a friendly sort and was looking for conversation to pass the time.
"Not sure, Doctor, but my friends here at OMEGA say the USS COCHRANE has been refitted and Tergin is filling the command positions soon. Sounds too coincidental..."
"I see," Hemux casually interrupted. "Perhaps the Admiral is filling out that roster even as we speak.
Hemux was interrupted by a yeoman coming out of the Admiral's ante room.
**snip**
"Cmdr Ryan, the Admiral is ready to see you now." the yeoman said gesturing Josh to the door.
**end**
Hemux smiled and nodded, realizing he had to allow his willing ear to carry on his way. "It has been a pleasure, Commander. Good luck to you."
**end**
NRGP:
Happy New Year!
Sean, I don't know your character yet so I didn't put too much into your side.
Respectfully,
Doug as Lt. Arn Hemux,
CNS, USS COCHRANE
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