Name: Alenis Fuliar<br/>Age: 30<br/>Race:Bajorin<br/>Role/Rank: Star Fleet Intelligence/Operations Lieutenant<br/>Location: Personal quarters/Ready Room<br/>Tagged: Empola, Vicky<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142944.msg6494694#msg6494694">Quote from: CAO on 26-06-2012, 08:15:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i997.photobucket.com/albums/af91/charlesott1982/292px-Bareil_Antos_2371.jpg)</div><br/>Fullar was in the middle of writing when he'd heard the message over the com, he was the next ranking officer in Opps. He checked to see if Rendok was on the ship, the computer confirmed he was not. Fullar put down his writing materials, then dressed in his uniform, removed his earring, and started making his way to the bridge. Although regulations did allow for the expression of cultural or religious sensitivities, it was not practical to war, Fullar never wore it on duty. His thinking was very simple, if he was in a fight with someone, and he'd been in many, the first thing they'd try to grab for was that earring. This would mean a lot of pain, and a chunk out of his ear, it was also something the Cardassians did when they engaged in hand to hand combat with some Bajorans, it was a weak spot. <br/><br/>Fullar was a bit late, but he arrived in enough time to understand, what was going on, he wished for some strong coffee, a human drink. The only thing comparable on Bajor was herbal teas, some of which could be quiet strong, but none of which was remotely like coffee. Fullar blamed Mayleen for this, thinking of her brought a slight smile to his face, then he recalled where he was and turned his attention back to what the Capetian was saying. He hadn't seen her in weeks since he'd started his rotation on the grave yard shift, after she spoke he decided that he'd give his thoughts first on the issue of the solar flares. That was a threat they could easily take care of, the other would take time and likely days or weeks of investigation, but he was already thinking in that direction as well. <br/><br/>Looking around the table Fullar spoke, "Hiding behind the moon only solves part of the problem. Part of what makes the shields as effective as they are is the frequency of radiation they are tuned to block out. If we take the theory this is a frequency we have not delt with before, we could calibrate our sensors to pick it up, then adjust the shields accordingly. At this point though, we also know that each burst will be different, we will need to have a margin within which to work. As for the fractal pattern, has anyone scanned for various gasses that might be present, either in the space around us, or within the radiation itself that could cause such a thing?" Fullar sat back in his chair, and placed his hands in his lap, it was something he always did when he had finished talking for the moment. <br/><br/><br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>