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Season 1, Mission 09: Flight
« on: June 05, 2012, 07:03:22 am »
First Officer's Log, Stardate 66426.0

Apparently being suddenly promoted to First Officer comes with a requirement to file official logs with the computer. The Churchill has been drawing near to a mining colony, a small one, but a vital source of the precious resource duranium. Having been instructed to search the colony after contact was lost several days ago, we have taken all necessary security precautions and are closing in on the base. Contact is expected within the next fifteen minutes, if at all. By all signs, this looks to be another pirate attack.

Lance got up from his desk and left the room. Quietly and purposefully, with orange juice in hand, he strode to the turbolift he was accustomed to using just down the hall from his new quarters and ordered "Deck one." Arriving on the bridge, he called out to the navigation officer in residence "Mr. Soreka! How long until we're in impulse-travel range?" as he took a sip from the tangy liquid. God, he loved fruit juice. Better than coffee by a long shot.
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Re: Season 1, Mission 09: Flight
« Reply #1 on: June 05, 2012, 09:37:39 am »
Alyssa looked back at the display on her "laptop" screen. All the words were there, but her focus wasn't. Every time she made an attempt to read one of the several paragraphs, her mind seems to phase out while her eyes continue scanning the line of text. She had been plagued with having issues concentrating for the past few hours. It all started this morning when she dragged herself to the replicator. Starting off with the usual order of coffee, it seemed much more difficult to remember how exactly she liked it.

"I'll come back to this later." Alyssa said as she ran her hands through her hair. Getting up, she walked out of sickbay and headed for the messhall. Maybe her lack of concentration was present due to her lack of nourishment. There was nothing that a nice buttermilk biscuit couldn't handle.

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Re: Season 1, Mission 09: Flight
« Reply #2 on: June 05, 2012, 11:27:39 am »
Alyssa looked back at the display on her "laptop" screen. All the words were there, but her focus wasn't. Every time she made an attempt to read one of the several paragraphs, her mind seems to phase out while her eyes continue scanning the line of text. She had been plagued with having issues concentrating for the past few hours. It all started this morning when she dragged herself to the replicator. Starting off with the usual order of coffee, it seemed much more difficult to remember how exactly she liked it.

"I'll come back to this later." Alyssa said as she ran her hands through her hair. Getting up, she walked out of sickbay and headed for the messhall. Maybe her lack of concentration was present due to her lack of nourishment. There was nothing that a nice buttermilk biscuit couldn't handle.

Masters sat in the mess hall sipping on a nice cup of hot and laced coffee, his third in an hour, and was feeling quite nice at the moment. The Commander had given him an assignment to get the ship ready for potential ambush, and he had several PADDS strewn out in front of him on the table as he wrote a few algorithms, planned on movements here and there, wrote a few protocols, etc. He was getting to the point he wanted to shove it from the table when he noticed Dr. Meadows come into the mess.

"Meadows, why don't you have a seat after you get your food?" he asked calling to her, perhaps slightly too loudly, but he didn't notice, so it didn't really matter, to him at least, and he took a large swallow of his spiked brew.

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Re: Season 1, Mission 09: Flight
« Reply #3 on: June 05, 2012, 11:51:44 am »

Lance got up from his desk and left the room. Quietly and purposefully, with orange juice in hand, he strode to the turbolift he was accustomed to using just down the hall from his new quarters and ordered "Deck one." Arriving on the bridge, he called out to the navigation officer in residence "Mr. Soreka! How long until we're in impulse-travel range?" as he took a sip from the tangy liquid. God, he loved fruit juice. Better than coffee by a long shot.

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Re: Season 1, Mission 09: Flight
« Reply #4 on: June 05, 2012, 01:29:15 pm »
"Meadows, why don't you have a seat after you get your food?" he asked calling to her, perhaps slightly too loudly, but he didn't notice, so it didn't really matter, to him at least, and he took a large swallow of his spiked brew.

Alyssa looked at him out of the corner of her eye. 'Oh great.' she though to herself. 'Because this is what I really need to start of my morning.' She approached the replicator, staring at it as if it were some magical device. "Two hot buttermilk biscuits." A light shined as the objects were created out of thin air. Grabbing the plate that came with the biscuits, she took a seat with Masters.

"What do you want?" she asked as she took a bite into the biscuit. It was warm and flaky, just like her aunt used to make.

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Re: Season 1, Mission 09: Flight
« Reply #5 on: June 05, 2012, 02:01:07 pm »
"I don't mind you saying it, but it's not going to change my decision. Keep going, we have to make contact somehow," Lance replied, confident in his analysis of the pirate's methods. Commonly they waited until their 'prey' was in their trap, and then sprang it. A premature ambush would be unlike them. Lance expected to be able to get a couple of good shots in before they got away this time.

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Re: Season 1, Mission 09: Flight
« Reply #6 on: June 05, 2012, 03:40:58 pm »
T'Ra stepped out of the holodeck still clad in her Robin Hood gear. She had been tweaking a holodeck program so that it would better for the next time Zuriel decided to join her, but it was now almost time for her shift to start. On her walk to the turbolift, T'Ra received many stares. A Vulcan dressed as an archer? What was the universe coming to? One officer, a Lieutenant in a brilliant scarlet uniform, stopped in the middle of the hallway to gawk at her. She tipped her hat and gave him a quick nod of the head before continuing. T'Ra didn't mind. In fact, she actually found it to be quite amusing. Humans were indeed fascinating little creatures. She reached the turbolift and stepped inside and gave it a command. The turbolift hummed and arrived at its destination soon after.

The turbolift doors swooshed open, and she poked her head out, looking both ways down the corridor. The coast was clear. Fishing out a special arrow from her quiver, T'Ra fastened a suction cup to the flat end of the arrow, where the pointy head would be. She nocked the arrow to her bow, took aim, and let it fly. It hit the button, and the doors opened just as a crewman turned the corner. His eyes were wide with shock. T'Ra shook her head in disbelief, walked past the crewman, snatched her arrow, and entered her quarters. It wasn't like the arrow was going to hit him. She walked over the the corner of the room where she stored her box of Robin Hood gear. After placing her bow and arrows back in the box, she changed into her uniform and left her quarters, heading for one of the science labs.


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Re: Season 1, Mission 09: Flight
« Reply #7 on: June 05, 2012, 07:34:58 pm »
"I don't mind you saying it, but it's not going to change my decision. Keep going, we have to make contact somehow," Lance replied, confident in his analysis of the pirate's methods. Commonly they waited until their 'prey' was in their trap, and then sprang it. A premature ambush would be unlike them. Lance expected to be able to get a couple of good shots in before they got away this time.



Kirok had only been on the ship for a few hours but had already unpacked.  Besides his uniforms and some off-duty clothing, he only had three personal items which he arranged in a quick and orderly fashion.   His Vulcan meditation lamp and Betazoid 'ancient' chime sat side by side.  They mirrored the two sides of his Vulcan/Betazoid heritage and were roughly equal in size.  They represented for him his ongoing struggle to find balance and harmony in his life, just as it should be for one born of the 12th house of Betazoid.   The 'sacred' Akai sat on a holder behind the lamp and chime.  It had been his maternal Grand-Mothers and passed on to him after her death.

Death had been a recurrent theme in Kirok's life, typically following some achievement in his life.  The pattern was so evident that he had even considered the possibility that the Fates had it out for him, but had quickly denied the thought as it was, of course, illogical.  The most recent loss was his maternal Grand-Father.  He got word days after he was assigned to the Churchill and was given the option of joining the crew after the first visitation.  In the end, he decided to forego the return to Betazoid, putting the needs of the Federation and the many before the needs of himself, the one.

Once he finished moving into his new home, Kirok dressed in his uniform and made his way through the ship.  He took the turbo lift straight to the bridge and immediately saw Lance Krol.  "Reporting for duty, Sir" Kirok said quietly enough not to disturb the others, but loud enough to make Krol aware of his presence.  He stood at attention, his emotions completely in check, hesitating before he went to his duty station.

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Re: Season 1, Mission 09: Flight
« Reply #8 on: June 05, 2012, 08:36:43 pm »
Connor strolled around the engineering deck of the new ship, gazing up at the pulsating glow of the warp core. As ever, he was entranced by the swirling matrices that signified the barely contained power of the beginning of the universe. He rested his hand the the main command console, running a professional eye over power levels, flow and intermix ratios and the like, and nodded to himself, finding them all to be withing acceptable levels.

The warp core on the Intrepid seem to glow with a softer light than that of the Akira. He thought of the Akira as a warship, with the tough and powerful heart of a warrior. The Intrepid was more of a gentle character, but it still carried an enormous amount of power in its heart. He tapped in a command on the console, speed reading the latest diagnostic report, which had shown everything as working fine.

He stepped back from the console and moved to the door of the engineering block, looking over his new domain. Crewmen busied themselves with diagnostics and repair dockets, officers gave the occasional order to an underling, the usual sights and sounds of a well run Engineering department. Connor nodded with satisfaction, then left the Engineering deck, heading for the bridge.
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Re: Season 1, Mission 09: Flight
« Reply #9 on: June 05, 2012, 11:44:14 pm »
"I don't mind you saying it, but it's not going to change my decision. Keep going, we have to make contact somehow," Lance replied, confident in his analysis of the pirate's methods. Commonly they waited until their 'prey' was in their trap, and then sprang it. A premature ambush would be unlike them. Lance expected to be able to get a couple of good shots in before they got away this time.


"Aye sir..." Zuriel said with a nod as he returned to his console, the commander had a plan, and he had yet to lead them astray so he would follow him. "With that last course correction we are still about ten minutes before we drop out of warp sir, and that will put us fifty kilometers away from the location of the Main mining complex if the coordinates form Starfleet command hold true." Zuriel double checked the coarse making sure he didn't have them warping in the path of a giant asteroid, once that was done he began to look busy as his job was done as long as another ion storm didn't spring up, he did notice the new presence in the room, how could he not feel it, he was a betazoid like masters, they lived in their minds, Zuriel kept his quiet as he continued to look busy, he wondered if masters would be so kind once he picked up on the boys telepathy.

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Re: Season 1, Mission 09: Flight
« Reply #10 on: June 06, 2012, 12:49:35 pm »
Alyssa looked at him out of the corner of her eye. 'Oh great.' she though to herself. 'Because this is what I really need to start of my morning.' She approached the replicator, staring at it as if it were some magical device. "Two hot buttermilk biscuits." A light shined as the objects were created out of thin air. Grabbing the plate that came with the biscuits, she took a seat with Masters.

"What do you want?" she asked as she took a bite into the biscuit. It was warm and flaky, just like her aunt used to make.

Masters looked at her for a moment, but didn't bite on her near hostile greeting. "I thought it would say good morning to you" He said, he had spent a lot of time in sick bay healing from his wounds, much of that time she was too. They certainly had not made friends, but he had gotten used to being around her. Hi drank some more of his 'coffee' and just sat there for a moment. He knew he was going to have to go do some things shortly to get the ship in order, but for the moment, he was enjoying the comfortable seat.

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Re: Season 1, Mission 09: Flight
« Reply #11 on: June 06, 2012, 03:17:21 pm »

"Aye sir..." Zuriel said with a nod as he returned to his console, the commander had a plan, and he had yet to lead them astray so he would follow him. "With that last course correction we are still about ten minutes before we drop out of warp sir, and that will put us fifty kilometers away from the location of the Main mining complex if the coordinates form Starfleet command hold true." Zuriel double checked the coarse making sure he didn't have them warping in the path of a giant asteroid, once that was done he began to look busy as his job was done as long as another ion storm didn't spring up, he did notice the new presence in the room, how could he not feel it, he was a betazoid like masters, they lived in their minds, Zuriel kept his quiet as he continued to look busy, he wondered if masters would be so kind once he picked up on the boys telepathy.

Lance watched the main screen intently, the course less interesting to him than the state of the engineering department he'd left behind and the new man they'd brought in to run it. He tapped his badge on a whim.

=/\=Krol to Price=/\=

And then Price came through the door to the Bridge. Krol did a double take, then stood up and went round the central chairs to hold out his hand. "Mr. Price, I'm Lieutenant Commander Krol. You're taking over my department for me, I understand." Price's face rang a bell - had he been on the Discovery? Krol didn't pay attention to identities, though. It made it easier to move on from insignificant parts of his life.

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Re: Season 1, Mission 09: Flight
« Reply #12 on: June 06, 2012, 04:37:28 pm »
Lance watched the main screen intently, the course less interesting to him than the state of the engineering department he'd left behind and the new man they'd brought in to run it. He tapped his badge on a whim.

=/\=Krol to Price=/\=

And then Price came through the door to the Bridge. Krol did a double take, then stood up and went round the central chairs to hold out his hand. "Mr. Price, I'm Lieutenant Commander Krol. You're taking over my department for me, I understand." Price's face rang a bell - had he been on the Discovery? Krol didn't pay attention to identities, though. It made it easier to move on from insignificant parts of his life.
"It's a pleasure, sir. You've done well for yourself since the Discovery." Connor smiled, taking Krol's hand in a firm handshake. "I've just reviewed the Engineering deck. It all seems to be running nicely. On the Discovery, I spent a lot of time running the Engineering department via a bridge console. Will this be possible here?" He asked, curious as to Krol's views on the matter.

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Re: Season 1, Mission 09: Flight
« Reply #13 on: June 06, 2012, 05:02:03 pm »
Taras frowned to himself as he walked along the Churchill's industrious corridors. The gunmetal grey passed him by as he strolled past, almost in no particular direction. He was almost lost in his own thought process. It hadn't been a particularly good day for him. In fact, good days were starting to become an increasing rarity, which was concerning for someone of his own positive nature.


Jealousy was never in his nature. He wasn't that sort of guy. But... living up to someone was constant fear. His father to be exact. The Captain Mika Cadenza. Esteemed and respected as someone who also piloted an Intrepid-Class ship that got lost, albeit from another timeline. A man who rejoined Starfleet and stormed up the ranks, to surpass his old rank of commander and become an official Captain.


And yet, here was Taras. His own son. Doing, and living the opposite of what his father had accomplished. People, his peers, his friends around him were being promoted left and right - hell, even one had become first officer before his eyes - but the junior Cadenza remained at his academy rank. He wondered if he just wasn't doing enough, or in fact if he could do enough... maybe flight control just wasn't the place where the most impressive, or recognition worthy feats were created?


Taras considered his as he approached the turbolift. Maybe he had to up his game. Be more of a hard worker.


But he already was.


Maybe he could push the boat out?


He'll see.


He rubbed his hands together as he simply stated, "Bridge." Then the doors closed with a familiar sounding whoosh. To another 'adventure'.




He felt the need to live up to his father. He had to honour his memory in the only way he could.


He just had to.

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Re: Season 1, Mission 09: Flight
« Reply #14 on: June 06, 2012, 05:21:14 pm »
"It's a pleasure, sir. You've done well for yourself since the Discovery." Connor smiled, taking Krol's hand in a firm handshake. "I've just reviewed the Engineering deck. It all seems to be running nicely. On the Discovery, I spent a lot of time running the Engineering department via a bridge console. Will this be possible here?" He asked, curious as to Krol's views on the matter.
Krol smiled pleasantly, replying "Yes, Mr. Price," as he remembered where he was from. "Thank you. Now if I can just have a moment..." leading him out into the bridge corridor, he waited a moment before his expression was replaced by a blank mask. "Mr. Price, I don't know if you've heard but I'm a bit of an unstable man. God knows how I became first officer of a ship, and God knows how I'm in command of that bridge. I know I can deal with engineering, and I know I can deal with it at an award-winning level because I probably designed that warp core you're taking care of right now. All that's beside the point, and it was a long time ago.

"I'm not one for speeches, so I'll get to the point. I'm emotionally invested in this ship. It represents my career here at Starfleet, and my career is the only thing I have any vestige of control over at this point in my life. Ergo, you mess up my old job and you mess directly with me, with all implied consequences of spitting in a superior's eye. Clear?"

Lance avoided letting any tone into his voice, remembering the general mood of informality on the Discovery's engineering deck and remembering that this would probably be seen as a threat, superior officer or not. He hoped he wouldn't be getting into a fistfight with his replacement any time soon. The paperwork involved would reflect even more badly on his mental health than usual, as if that was possible.

 

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