USS ZHUKOV - Bridge
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				Title: <strong>USS ZHUKOV - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 17:16:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/7f2f332d-2794-4d50-99eb-f0216e360058_zpsd2d36f6b.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Captain Elena Williams<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, 0900<br><br>Elena had arrived two hours and fifty four minutes ago.&nbsp; She had spent her time walking through the quiet ship.&nbsp; There were a few scattered work crews finishing off the refit, gel packs being tested and systems being run.&nbsp; So far everything seemed to be working as it should, but she knew things could go pear shaped quickly on star ships.<br><br>Now standing on the bridge looking out across the glorious picture that was displayed out of the view screen.&nbsp; Earth was majestic from here.&nbsp; Elena loved to just stare at the world, seeing the various continents, the water, the clouds drifting across the surface.&nbsp; She smiled softly, reaching up to touch the four pips on her neck.&nbsp; <br><br>There was the smell of fresh paint and new carpets in the air.&nbsp; Everywhere was clean and sparkling.&nbsp; The ship had been stripped out, and rebuilt, even the hull had been patched and repainted.&nbsp; The whole ship had an air of newness to it. The systems were the latest Starfleet had.&nbsp; All modern technology, the sensors were more powerful than the old ones, the engines although not as powerful as some were the top in their power range.&nbsp; The little ship was ready, all she needed was a crew.&nbsp; And they would be arriving soon.<br><br>Standing with her hands clasped behind her back she smiled, this was the start of a new adventure, where it would take them no one knew, but hopefully, with the crew she had selected they would have an amazing journey.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jmorty33</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 18:14:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110405001044/supermanrebirth/images/d/d7/Henry_Cavill.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Lieutenant Commander James Kirk<br><strong>Location</strong>: Engineering then Bridge<br><strong>Time</strong>: Day 1<br>Space... a frontier already explored for the majority of the past century. Surprisingly not all of it had been mapped yet, but much of it that has been found has led to many wonderful things for the universe. Thanks to people like James' great-uncle, James T. Kirk, new species have made contact, planets found, conflicts resolved, it was all quite impressive if one was to think about it. Now it was one for James T. Kirk Jr. to make his mark on the universe. Starting with the USS Zhukov. He was assigned to the Nova-class ship as the new First Officer on board. It was in ship dock and he felt like it was time to head over, but there was one last place he had to visit. <br><br>Walking the halls of Starfleet Academy brought back some good memories, but the one place he had to go held some bad ones. He stepped up to a panel and typed in a code and the door slid open. Inside was a fully constructed bridge of a star ship. This was the testing room for the Kobiyashi Maru. Five times he sat for this test and five times he failed. He knew how Kirk Sr. beat it, but he didn't know how his dad did it. He sighed heavily and stepped over to the captains chair. His hand rested on the arm of the chair and looked around, speaking out as if trying to reach some great beyond saying, "Uncle Jim, I could really use a little help down the road." He the&nbsp; left the room to head to the Zhukov.<br><br>He arrived shortly and decided to head to the engineering deck first to see the engines after the new refit. He arrived and went right to a console and began typing away. The engines were impressive for its size, but nothing matching the upper level Galaxy or Intrepid classes on power. Satisfied with seeing everything was running at optimal efficiency, it was time to see the bridge.<br><br>It was a short lift ride up and the sliding doors revealed the shiny-new bridge with all of its new computers and consoles. His eyes shifted around until he saw a woman looking out the view screen with her hands behind her back. He saw four gold pins shinning on her collar and he knew that he was now seeing his new captain. He straightened his red uniform and walked to stand next to her. "Lovely sight isn't it, captain?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 18:20:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/33wsll2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> SO Leta "Bot" Charlaine Lister<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, 0915<br><br>Having examined her private dormitory thoroughly to check if there were any things that needed to be fixed and having found nothing that disturbed her pre-programmed brain, Leta walked onto the USS Zhukov's bridge, brushing her blue uniform straight with a short tug at the bottom of her shirt. The young woman had recently graduated from the Starfleet Academy and was ready for duty. Although her parents had had difficulties letting her go, they were thankful for her good education and knew she had a bright future ahead of her. Leta blinked a few times, standing in front of the gigantic window and looking at planet Earth. She had often asked herself if she was terrestrial at all, to which her family would reply with saying that planet Earth was where she belonged, which led to a lot of discussions between the three of them. They always ended with her opposing them with the fact that she had no human brain and was thus to be considered an android. That always led to painful silences, and she had only recently gotten to know those feelings. The mother instinct that drove hers to protect Leta from harm, her father's logical reasoning as she still had human organs... The emotion chip was a burden, but one she had gotten addicted to quite soon after it had been programmed as she had then, for the first time in her life, seen the beauty in the male anatomy and the use of friendship to calm the human brain after a day of long work, how stress-relieving it could be. All of that literally went through her mind in 0,89 seconds. To her, that was an eternity.<br><br>Leta sensed another person in the room and turned around, beginning to talk to the dark-skinned, over-all goodlooking captain. "Hello Captain," She said emotionlessly, her brain correcting her behaviour soon and forcing her to smile a bit as humans were used to doing. "It's a pleasure meeting you. My name is Leta Charlaine Lister, I have assigned for the USS Zhukov a few months ago. How do you do?" She noted and asked, her head tilted and her hands neatly folded over each other in front of her stomach, being programmed to show the "right" body language. A flash of uncomfortableness went through the android's positronic brain and made her brows furrow a bit as her smalltalk programming was still far from perfect. She made a mental note to send her programmer a note on it and needlessly ran a hand through her long blonde hair. Soon though, she heard a different voice from behind her. A deep, masculine voice filled the room and she turned around to find Lt. Comm. Kirk standing right beside her.<br><br>"Hello, lieutenant," Leta said instinctively and nodded to him, awaiting the captain's response and making mental notes. She loved learning about the way humans spoke to each other about unimportant matters, wanting to be able to do the same and trying to learn as much as she possibly could learn from them. "I was just thinking to myself," She paused for a breath then and sighed, like a lot of humans were used to doing. "How beautiful it is, indeed. Don't you think, captain?" Leta asked, now understanding she had answered before she had been allowed to speak, regarding the etiquette. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 16:18:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Valdore_%28Admiral%29.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Commander Havuk, Chief of Operations<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Lieutenant Commander Havuk had an impeccable academic record at Starfleet Academy that led to a distinguished service record on both the <em>USS Enterprise-D</em> and the <em>USS Enterprise-E</em>.&nbsp; After serving under both Captain Jean-Luc Picard and Captain William T. Riker for all of his Starfleet, he thought he would either replace Commander Data as Chief of Operations on the <em>Enterprise</em> under Picard or serve on the <em>USS Titan</em> under Riker, but both men decided it would be best for their junior officers to spread out among the rest of the fleet.<br><br>While Havuk was disappointed at what seemed like a promotion to an inferior ship, his mind was changed upon seeing the <em>USS Zukhov</em> in its current refitted state.<br><br>The Vulcan-human officer was reading over the roster of the ship as he walked down the hallway to his quarters, memorizing names and faces and duties, when a young, blonde, female human walked by him.&nbsp; He had looked up at her for moment, but that turned into a double-take as she got closer.&nbsp; She didn't seem to notice or acknowledge him, but he responded by turning around and following her.&nbsp; He stopped assimilating the information of the datapad in his hand and instead focused on the way her bottom shifted and hips swayed as she walked toward the bridge.<br><br><strong>"Fascinating,"</strong> he said to himself.&nbsp; It was true.&nbsp; The woman's derriere, along with the rest of her, was truly distracting, attractive and captivating.<br><br>He was going to go to the bridge eventually, anyway, so he might as well have gone now.&nbsp; He allowed her to speak first before joining the conversation.<br><br><strong>"Correction, Ensign Lister.&nbsp; It would be improper to address this man merely as 'lieutenant.'&nbsp; This is the First Officer, Lieutenant <em>Commander</em> James Kirk, and the proper way to abbreviate his rank would be to say 'commander,' not 'lieutenant.'&nbsp; And it is, indeed, a beautiful sight to see."</strong><br><br>Havuk tilted his head to the side and smiled at the ensign.&nbsp; He knew she was an android, and wondered if she would pick up on the subtle gesture of playfulness.&nbsp; When it came to the beautiful sight, Havuk was looking at both the ensign as well as the captain the whole time, not once looking at the view screen.&nbsp; Havuk turned to Captain Williams.<br><br><strong>"Lieutenant Commander Havuk, Chief of Operations, reporting for duty, ma'am."</strong><br><br>Havuk then turned to Kirk.<br><br><strong>"Commander.&nbsp; It is good to see you.&nbsp; It does not seem as if 10 years have passed since we graduated from Starfleet Academy together.&nbsp; I have followed your career since our days at the Academy and I look forward to serving with you."</strong><br><br>Again, Havuk spoke with Williams.&nbsp; His eyes really wanted to go down and check out her figure, the way her breasts pushed her uniform out, flattened over her tummy, and dipped between her legs.&nbsp; Fortunately, her pretty face and shiny hair were able to keep his attention.<br><br><strong>"Captain, if I may, I have a request.&nbsp; Ensign Lister here is, at least partially, an android.&nbsp; While I served on the <em>Enterprise</em> I was allowed to observe and assist in maintenance of Commander Data.&nbsp; With your permission, I request the duty of the training and maintenance of Ensign Lister.&nbsp; With my experience, it would be logical for me to take on this responsibility.&nbsp; Also, with my programming background, I should be able to get Ensign Lister up to speed in terms of serving as a Starfleet officer so that we may utilize her unique skills and abilities fully.&nbsp; That, and... it would help me deal with the loss of a dear friend in Data."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 17:11:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/33wsll2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> SO Leta "Bot" Charlaine Lister<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Leta stood there motionlessly, her eyes following Lt. Comm. Havuk as he walked in, noticing his much better posture than the rest of the people on the bridge. She recognised his face from some time ago, back when she was just a girl and when Data often took care of her. In many ways, the Vulcan and Leta were alike, their - for the most part - logical and scientific life based on other values than emotions: having a good career and being of good use to the USS Zhukov's crew. She turned her body towards him as he spoke, touching her chin as she processed the information she was getting from him. <br><br>"I am sorry for the misunderstanding, commander," Leta said, now folding her hands over each other again, standing up straight and looking up at the taller man. "Although I think commander Kirk understood me fairly well when I addressed him as lieutenant. I will, of course, note this to prevent me from making mistakes like this in the future." She said, her brows furrowed in a serious manner as her brain automatically saved the new information. Now that Havuk had stopped speaking, she nodded and turned to the window again, taking in the small details of planet Earth as the rest of the crew continued talking. Leta was far from used to speaking to life forms other than her parents and teachers who, by all means, were easier to talk to as they didn't take things for granted. Surprised when she heard her name again, she turned around with raised eyebrows, walking up to the small group of people again.<br><br>Havuk had just asked the captain about a rather personal matter in Leta's own life, so she frowned deeply and crossed her arms over each other. Her brain wasn't programmed as well as it should be, but if there was anyone to decide over that, it would be science officer Lister <em>herself</em>. "I beg your pardon, commander Havuk," She said politely, as the Vulcan would most likely not understand her confusion behind it. "You are talking about programming my brain, and as Soong has done his job perfectly well, I would prefer not to turn to someone else. I fully understand you are "having a hard time" coping with Data's death, but it would be adviseable if you'd ask the person in question about his or her personal preferences before you assume they'll agree to your terms and turn to captain Williams. It would not only be considered an odd thing to ask, commander, but also something exceedingly rude as any change made in my positronic brain has a huge effect on the way my body functions. And it would be a great shame if something went wrong, wouldn't it?" She said, her words flowing out like a river after she had carefully calculated what she was going to say. She didn't question Havuk's abilities, but was still cautious when it came to changing her settings. If something went wrong, her pitutarian-chip could possibly regenerate too many hormones for her human body to handle, and destroy her. <br><br>Leta thought things over, thinking who else she was to trust with her mind, but soon found out Havuk was, in fact, the only one aboard of the USS Zhukov who'd be capable of performing the act of programming her. "But, as you seem to be the only one on the ship who'd be capable of doing this job, I shall consent. If captain Williams agrees with this, too, that is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 17:21:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm81vkrmYo1qk799co1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Idria Koenig, Chief Engineer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, 0930<br><br>The turbolift's gentle hum wasn't enough to distract Idria as she headed for the bridge to make her initial report to the captain.&nbsp; Having come aboard much earlier than the rest of the crew, she had spent many exhausting nights trying to get the ship up to her personal specifications, which wasn't an easy task given the nature of this vessel.&nbsp; The USS <em>Zhukov</em> was a completely different ship, and Idria wondered if it wouldn't have been easier to simply build a new one.&nbsp; Still, the nearly six month overhaul and refit had left the ship brand new... and left her with enough headaches to drive her mad.<br><br>The problem was that anytime you added new components to a vessel, even ones specifically built to do a particular job and nothing else, you introduced bugs into the system.&nbsp; The specifications on the part might be too loose or too tight, meaning it wasn't lining up just perfectly, causing problems.&nbsp; The coolant distribution manifold, for instance, had jammed and would've completely destroyed the ship had it not been spotted and corrected.&nbsp; And with such a complete overhaul, there were bound to be problems just waiting for her and her team to find and fix.<br><br>The doors of the turbolift opened to reveal the bridge.&nbsp; It was cramped, just like everything else on the ship, but it was functional.&nbsp; All the consoles faced forward, rather than on a larger ship where they all faced away from the Captain.&nbsp; More consoles were dedicated to sensors, and the terminals at the back were primarily science stations.&nbsp; The operations station was located behind the captain and to port, meaning she would have to turn to her left to face the officer stationed there.<br><br>With her footsteps muffled by the soft blue carpet of the bridge, she strode down the two steps that raised the rear of the bridge higher than the front and turned to the single chair located in front of the railing, "Captain, systems are operating within normal parameters, and we are clear for departure."&nbsp; She handed the Captain a single PADD she was holding to sign off, and stood waiting patiently for acknowledgement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 17:35:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/7f2f332d-2794-4d50-99eb-f0216e360058_zpsd2d36f6b.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Captain Elena Williams<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, between 0915 and 0930<br><br>The quiet swish of the doors alerted the CO that she was not alone on the bridge.&nbsp; She didnt turn, she knew who ever it was was meant to be here.&nbsp; Security was tight getting on the ship, the crew would have to pass through a variety of checks before they stepped foot on the Zhukov.<br><br>When a deep male voice spoke she smiled a little,&nbsp; “it's the best sight out there Commander” she said, turning to look at her XO.&nbsp; <br><br>“Welcome on board Commander, its a pleasure to have you with us.” She said, holding out her hand in a formal greeting.<br><br>A third soon joined them, a young ensign with long blonde hair, when she introduced herself Elena nodded at her, “Ensign, its a pleasure to have you here.” She began, remembering that this young woman was part android, she would be an interesting officer to watch.<br><br>The discussion turned back to Earth, floating in the view screen, “there are some amazing sights beyond our planet, but I never seem to grow tired of this one.” She said to the young Ensign.<br><br>Another officer joined them, it seemed only natural that they report to the bridge, all keen and eager <br>to see where they would spend a majority of their time.&nbsp; This officer had an air of arrogance with him, there was something about him that instantly put the CO's back up.&nbsp; She would have to get to know him a bit more to see if his arrogance was a front or if it ran deep.<br><br>The way he spoke to the young Ensign did not put him in the Captain's favour either.&nbsp; The young ensign had to be finding this hard without being bought up short in front of the CO and XO.&nbsp; She would not say anything, but she would speak to Commander Kirk about it, it seemed they knew each other.<br><br>“Commander, welcome aboard” she said, her greeting slightly cooler than&nbsp; it had been towards the other two.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was about to speak once more when the Ensign spoke up.&nbsp; Elena wanted to smile, but she contained her pleasure at the Ensign's words, she obviously knew her mind and herslef well.&nbsp; The way she replied to the Commander made Elena think this young woman would be one to watch, she had a good future ahead of her.<br><br>&nbsp;“I do not think it is my place to give permission regarding the Ensign, she is her own person and knows what she wishes to do.&nbsp; She is very capable of deciding this for herself.&nbsp; If she wishes for your help then she will ask for it.” She said, glancing at Ensign Lister and the Chief of Operations, hoping he wasnt this...eager all the time.<br><br>“I would suggest you take this up later” she said to them both.&nbsp; The doors swished and another Officer stepped out.&nbsp; Elena smile at the Chief Engineer, taking the padd and glancing over its contents.&nbsp; She nodded to herslef as she tapped some commands, signing off the work and authorising anything else the Lieutenant might need.<br><br>“Thank you Lieutenant and nice work.&nbsp; We are expecting the rest of the crew by 1400.&nbsp; We have a departure time of 1800.&nbsp; I would like the ship ready to leave then, standard shake down.&nbsp; I will expect all Senior staff in the meeting room at 1700 to discuss any problems, until that time I suggest you all get to know your departments and make sure they are ready for a 1800 departure” she said to them, “until then, dismissed.” She looked at Leta and gave her a wink, “the Chief of Science isnt on board yet Ensign, if you could check out the science department and begin to check the systems.&nbsp; If you have any problems before his arrival, please don't hesitate to contact either myself or the XO.” She said, “thank you ladies and gentlemen” she dismissed them, moving to her Ready room.<br><br>“Number One, please join me.” She said over her shoulder to Commander Kirk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 17:53:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Valdore_%28Admiral%29.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Commander Havuk, Chief of Operations<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Lieutenant Commander Havuk listened carefully to Ensign Lister's words.&nbsp; With each syllable she spoke, the half-Vulcan felt worse for what he said.&nbsp; He did feel a twinge of excitement as the idea of adjusting her brain to affect her fit, nubile figure.<br><br><strong>"I appreciate your consent, and please accept my deepest apologies, Ensign Lister.&nbsp; It was most inconsiderate and inappropriate of me to speak of this matter without first consulting you, an offense only made worse by discussing it as if you were not actually here.&nbsp; I do appreciate you speaking up on the matter, Ensign, and furthermore doing so in a manner that shows maturity.&nbsp; And for the sake of clarification, I was not seriously admonishing for saying 'lieutenant' instead of 'commander.'&nbsp; My intention was only to 'break the ice,' so to speak."</strong><br><br>The doors opened and a cute redhead walked in.&nbsp; Havuk couldn't help but check her out for a moment, before looking back at his own data pad, searching for information about her.<br><br><strong>"Excuse me, I will attend to my duties now."</strong><br><br>Havuk remained on the bridge for a moment, physically examining his operations station but mentally reprimanding himself for how the initial interactions went.&nbsp; As much as he excelled in science and operations, being in command was his deficiency.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jmorty33</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 18:20:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110405001044/supermanrebirth/images/d/d7/Henry_Cavill.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Lieutenant Commander James Kirk<br><strong>Location</strong>: Bridge, Ready Room<br><strong>Time</strong>: Day 1<br>James smiled and shook her hand, "It's a pleasure to be on board mam." Kirk then stood with both the Captian and young ensign Leta as they both engaged in small talk for a short time. The talk was interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice for Kirk. He turned to see that it was the valedictorian, nothing new for a Vulcan, of his class, Havuk. He had heard he was now some hot shot after getting assigned to both Enterpises for his first tour of duty. Now he was here quoting regulation to Leta. "I find no harm in it, Havuk." The cold logic in his voice was obvious, but there was something else there that Kirk couldn't put his finger on. He would dismiss it until Havuk stepped beyond his boundaries as Chief of Operations. He was about reprimand him for it, but Leta&nbsp; and the captain handled the situation just fine, so he let it be.<br><br>With everyone's dismissal he was asked to join the Captain Williams in her Ready Room. He nodded and followed her in.<br><br>Though before he did, he saw Havuk at his station. He asked the captain to wait for him for a moment and then left. He walked over casually and stood near him. "Well that introduction could have gone better."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 18:31:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Valdore_%28Admiral%29.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Commander Havuk, Chief of Operations<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br><strong>"You will have no argument from me, Commander.&nbsp; Do you think I have satisfactorily 'smoothed things over' with the Ensign and the Captain?&nbsp; Or are further efforts necessary on my part to repair the damage I have done?&nbsp; Interpersonal relations are not my forte... in most cases, that is.&nbsp; Either way... it is good to see a familiar face."</strong><br><br>Havuk put out his hand to shake Kirk's.<br><br>After ending his conversation with his old classmate, Havuk decided to walk around the ship.&nbsp; As he traveled the hallways, he received a message on his PADD from Ensign Lister.&nbsp; He thought about responding, but felt it would be better to talk to her in person.&nbsp; <br><br>He headed to Science, but she wasn't there. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=172335.0)&nbsp; <br><br>He started unpacking a crate of his equipment labeled "Positronic Brain tools."<br><br><br><br>Edit:&nbsp; Having Havuk go to Science instead of waiting on the Bridge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 00:42:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1324.photobucket.com/albums/u608/Voikala/f91d2109-d382-42b1-ae33-b31ae165b49d_zpsa6b4ed68.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Commander Var'ishiel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>The turbolift delivered him onto the bridge, and the Commander strode forth at once, moving to stand, with naturally impeccable posture, unobtrusively, at attention. He was not one to announce himself when it was unnecessary, he often gave the impression that he considered words to be far too valuable to squander them. When his input was necessary, he would offer it or be asked to do so, and even then he was wearing a communicator that would allow him to speak to the other officers from any part of the ship. Better to wait in silence than to draw unnecessary attention, even in a friendly environment.<br><br>Though he was quite unfamiliar with the new crew, he had studied their dossiers and wished to supplement that knowledge with first hand observation. An understanding of the people who were to be his colleagues was perfectly worthwhile knowledge, especially when variations from known behaviour patterns were an excellent indication of xenoform psychological effects. The Captain had piqued his curiosity, he was eager to see if she had improved so much in reality as the paperwork might have suggested. Like any good scientist, he always wanted more data.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jmorty33</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 05:30:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110405001044/supermanrebirth/images/d/d7/Henry_Cavill.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Lieutenant Commander James Kirk<br><strong>Location</strong>: Bridge, Ready Room<br><strong>Time</strong>: Day 1<br>Kirk couldn't help but smile as a Human-Vulcan asked a full blooded human for advice on patching things up. Captain Kirk would have no trouble believing this, but James was having a bit of trouble. "Well, that first impression you made might be a little hard to get past, but there are ways to help work things out. A nice apology wouldn't hurt." However well this advice worked for the Vulcan he wouldn't know as the officer had elsewhere to be. He shook the hand offered to him and wished him well in his endeavors. <br><br>Once the officer left he went over to the Ready Room and stepped in. "I'm sorry about that Captain, what is it that you wanted to talk about?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 08:07:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm81vkrmYo1qk799co1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Idria Koenig, Chief Engineer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Idria was finished with the Captain when she received a notice from Engineering.<br><br>"<em>Leftenant, we have a slight... situation down here.&nbsp; Could you please return to Engineering?</em>" came the prim and proper voice of one of her British engineers.<br><br>"On my way," Idria responded, and began heading for Engineering.&nbsp; Stepping into the turbolift, she commanded simply, "Engineering."&nbsp; Without a moment's hesitation, the turbolift was on its way. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=172478.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 14:49:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/34826u8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitala Oragh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day one<br><br>Kitala nodded to herself in the mirror of her private dormitory, and walked onto the bridge. It was more like she strode there though, her manner of walking distinctive for a Klingon. It was like marching, her long legs taking huge steps as she walked on. "Good day, Captain, commanders, chief," She said, rarely addressing people with their first names. It was easier for her not to get emotionally attached, as the inner turmoil she had to deal with was enough of a burden already. At some days she just felt like smashing everything to pieces and didn't know why she'd gotten so outrageous, whilst she could crawl up to the couch with a gigantic piece of chocolate and cry as she watched some sort of stupid, superficial soap. "I trust you are all well and in good health. It is an honour to meet you, I have served under captain Picard. I thought it would be good if I assigned for the USS Zhukov as both my uncle and my captain suggested this ship as one with a most honourable crew. I'll be looking forward to working with you all, my colleagues." She said, grabbing a small flask of bloodwine, drinking from it and offering the others some as well. <br><br>"This is not for the faint-hearted, though I believe a small drink will do good to the men and women on board of this ship." She said laughing, looking around the bridge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 10:33:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/7f2f332d-2794-4d50-99eb-f0216e360058_zpsd2d36f6b.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Captain Elena Williams<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, morning<br><br>Elena wasn't quite at the ready room when the XO spoke, "I just want to check in with you, make sure we're on the same page" she said softly, their moment was interrupted by another officer, this one was part Klingon.&nbsp; They certainly had a very interesting crew.&nbsp; She didn't take much notice of the tall officer at one of the consuls, there was something about the way he stood that made her frown, but her attention was once more pulled back to the new officer.<br><br>When she offered Bloodwine the Captain's frown deepened.&nbsp; "Not on my bridge you dont.&nbsp; There is to be no alcohol anywhere on the bridge.&nbsp; I would suggest you put that away.&nbsp; If I see it again I will have you thrown in the brig so fast you'll wonder what hit you" she warned, then she turned and entered her ready room, "Commander Kirk, please see the Lieutenant off my bridge.&nbsp; She can return when she has had time to consider where and when to drink that stuff." The door closed firmly behind her.<br><br>[OOC: Haha poor Kitala, she will learn the CO is very strict about things.&nbsp; I love it.&nbsp; She is now in her ready room thread HERE (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=172431.0) If you want to come talk to her, have it so that you knock and she calls enter. Nice start people]
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 11:06:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/34826u8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitala Oragh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day one<br><br>"That woman needs to get her priorities straight!" Kitala hissed, her Klingon-self had gotten offended by the careless Human woman. Kitala was a woman of honour and had served for quite some intense years, having defied countless enemies in her days on the Enterprise-E, often putting her life in danger. And if there was <em>something</em> to be considered "innocent", then it would be having one small sip of the oh so very delicious Klingon bloodwine, the contents of which contained about the double amount of alcohol whiskey contained, and thus something very intoxicating. "NEVER have I, Kitala, daughter of Christiana, daughter of Ottavia and daughter of Oragh, son of Morgh been this offended. Now, does anyone of you PUSSIES want a <em>good</em> drink before we set off? Nothing prohibits us from doing so, as we are not yet on our mission. Get around, get around folks. Let us bless our merry gathering and our successful mission!" She said loudly, the Klingon Kitala clearly taking over what humanity she had in herself. She was a granddaughter of the Great Morgh and it was going to take a long, long time before anyone threw her somewhere and made her wonder what hit her. The only time that had happened, was when she had banged her head on Commander Data's skull. But she knew, too, that she wasn't the only security officer on board. <br><br>(OOC: what if the man or woman who "throws her into the dungeons" impresses her so much by his or her strength, that she gets somehow fond of him/her as a friend? She is straight, but does need some folks to talk to.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jmorty33</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 19:38:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110405001044/supermanrebirth/images/d/d7/Henry_Cavill.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Lieutenant Commander James Kirk<br><strong>Location</strong>: Bridge, Ready Room<br><strong>Time</strong>: Day 1<br>Kirk was able to catch up to the captain before she entered her ready room. He nodded in reply, "Yes mam, I'll have the department heads send in a station reprt before we head out." He turned toward the direction the captain was looking at to see another officer, a Klingon from what Kirk could tell, talking quite loudly and prepared to take a swig from a flask. The captain wouldn't have it and ordered her to put it away, leaving the rest for Kirk to deal with before she entered her ready room.<br><br>James turned toward the Klingon and stepped up to her as she ranted about it not being fair that she can't have a drink on the bridge. He grew slightly annoyed as she disrespected her own captain for a small quarrel she had. "I suggest you get an ego check, Lieutenant. You heard the order, now put the flask away or I shal remove you from the bridge until such time you are fit to return." James stood tall and did not flinch as he as extending his authority upon a subordinate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 20:08:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/34826u8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitala Oragh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day one<br><br>(OOC: Just so you know, Jmorty33, my character *is* a bit easily annoyed, haha. Has nothing to do with my personal life whatsoever, she'll get a little more humane soon)<br><br>As Commander Kirk walked up to her, Kitty frowned contemptuously and took a small sip of the wine she held, thinking herself perfectly capable of what she was or was not to consume when she was not yet on duty and thus not to be commanded yet. Lowering her voice to a normal tone, greatly annoyed and her good mood faded away. "Commander Kirk, I would greatly appreciate if you somehow tried to calm yourself down," She said with a calm smile. "As we have not yet departed, I am not yet under the Captain's command. And although I fully understand you have had quite some <em>uncomfortable encounters</em> with Klingon folks and our ways, I would appreciate it if you joined in and judged whether it would be right or wrong afterwards. I believe it'd do you good. I can assure you that I know perfectly well what I am doing, having done the same on board of the USS Enterprise-E before each take off. As I said, this is not for the faint hearted, and if you can't handle a small sip of an innocent drink such as this, I suggest you just turn around, get over it and take it like a real man would." Kitala added, handing the flask over to him as she looked him in the eyes, a bit unsure about this man. He was taller and broader than she was, but she reckoned she could easily take him if he were to attack her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Zhukov - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jmorty33</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 21:02:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110405001044/supermanrebirth/images/d/d7/Henry_Cavill.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Lieutenant Commander James Kirk<br><strong>Location</strong>: Bridge, Ready Room<br><strong>Time</strong>: Day 1<br>James did not see where she was getting her idea that just because the ship had not taken off yet she was free to do as she wished. He was under the impression that if she served under Admiral Picard, Commander Riker, or even Lieutenant Worf that they would have instilled in her a respect for the chain of command, whether it be on or off duty. He remained firm where he was, facing this head on rather than submitting to what she said to do. James knew that she wouldn't stop drinking the alcohol due to her ill conceived notions, so he had to take the diplomatic route and find a compromise. He did not take the flask that she handed to him, following the order Captain Williams gave. "If you're so confident in your tolerance levels then fine, drink away, but do it off the bridge. Like you were ordered to do in the first place."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 22:11:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/34826u8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitala Oragh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day one<br><br>Sighing and taking one more gulp from the bloodwine, Kitara folded her arms over each other and looked Kirk in the eye, her first intentions had been nothing but friendly ones but now that she saw the "nasty little human" in front of her, she just wanted to squeeze his throat shut, but suppressed her instinctive Klingon warrior senses and just breathed out somewhat more heavily, reminding herself of the fact that he <em>was</em>, as a matter of fact, placed higher in rank than she was. Having pictured this crew to be like her old one, she felt homesick. Homesick for her old life, where she was still under command of the funny Picard, the witty Riker and had her uncle Worf to guide her through the day. Adjusting herself to the customs of other spaceships had never gone quite as smoothly as it should and lead to a lot of bad decisions made in the heat of her inner fight. She longed for her old life where she was respected and where people understood her way of thinking, where people didn't get offended by her loud speaking as they knew, back then, that she was only enthusiastical and that it was something that happened to Klingons when they were feeling happy. Just when she thought she'd get the flask back to her chestpocket, she spilled some on Kirk's shirt, her eyes widening as she knew now that she was in deep trouble. Her heart pulsated heavily and her hands were shaking as she realised what she had done, trying to apologise but being too late for that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 23:45:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1324.photobucket.com/albums/u608/Voikala/f91d2109-d382-42b1-ae33-b31ae165b49d_zpsa6b4ed68.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Commander Var'ishiel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Settling in to his new environs took time, but that task was much aided by his curiosity. For one who took a keen interest in genetics and sociology, among so many other wonderful avenues of knowledge, the crew's composition offered ripe opportunities for study. Curiosity was the one vice permitted to his kind, enthusiasm for new knowledge was never a taboo. Almost as though by serendipity, though he had no belief in coincidences, he was presented with a fascinating opportunity to observe a confrontation amongst his subjects. He had no prejudices, but he did have a dislike of Klingon warrior attitudes, a species that held brutality as a form of honour had a long ways to go in order to attain a more enlightened civilisation. Much like Terrans.<br><br>"Consumption of psychoactive chemicals outside of personal quarters and designated recreational areas aboard a Starfleet vessel is a breach of conduct. Any officer found under the influence of such substances on duty or on call for duty is an insult to the honour of Starfleet." The Commander spoke softly, yet he made sure that he was heard. An insubordinate subordinate was not something with which he was unfamiliar, he had encountered enough Maquis in the years gone by to know that no single method of command was absolute. "I would suggest that you forgive the half-breed, Lieutenant Commander. Exaggerated behaviour is a common trait in Klingons who lack the appropriate cultural ties and are forced to mimic what they believe a Klingon to be, often poorly, as is the case." Prejudice, spite, bitterness, all things he was immune to, but he certainly understood how best to manipulate them in others. He had spent enough time in PsyOps to know best how to provoke a reaction. Failing that, broken bones usually got the point across.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 00:16:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/34826u8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitala Oragh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day one<br><br>Kitala's heartbeat fluttered now that the Vulcan spoke, the words he said were all too true but caused her to feel stabbed in the back by her colleague, an electric flow of discomfort flowing through her body and making her weak in the knees. As the years had passed, she had gotten used to humiliation, to misunderstandings and prejudices about her. Back in the days she had even hid her ridged forehead behind a fringe, something both of her parents had disapproved of and that had looked ridiculous on her face. Over the years, she had built up quite some confidence and had learned how to communicate with people in a friendly manner, but had attached herself a little too much to her last crew. Her friends had chosen a different path, each living a happy life now and putting enough trust into her. Was she really incapable of living a normal life without constant guidance...? His words stabbed her, each one leaving a bigger hole than the one before. Kitala remembered things from her past, her youth spent under the Tuscan sun, her first memories being those of running around the house with her father chasing her, teaching her how to groan but unfortunately being unable to bring out more than shallow sounds as her mother laughed at the two of them. Her Academy days in which she had excelled in each of her classes, skilled in the martial arts she studied, wanting to keep a starship from being attacked in the future. Her friendship with Riker and her endless respect for Captain Picard... All of the years in which she had struggled to balance things out, all of her effort to be humane yet a strong Klingon woman... It got burned down when Commander Var'ishiel calmly spoke out the words that she knew were right, but hurt her deeply. <em>halfbreed, exaggerated... lack the appropriate cultural ties... poorly...</em>, it didn't quite get to her. She felt numb, and in that flash of total rage, she turned around and roared, for the first time in her life acknowledging her Klingon self and banging her head against Commander Var'ishiel's, trying to push him over and feeling how - as un-Klingon as it was - tears trickled down over her cheeks. "My name, is Lieutenant Oragh to you. I do not wish to be addressed as "the halfbreed"," She shouted louder than she ever had before, having wanted to contain herself and realising how stupid and emotionally unstable she was and must look like to the other people on the bridge, all of which she knew would be staring at her. "Do you just not understand that sometimes you have to keep out of other people's business, you pointy-eared, ápáthetic-" She tried to add, but got cut off. <br><br>Kitala had never felt this odd. She was a decent woman and could be a very nice conversational partner, and to be honest, the whole thing had gotten much worse because she <em>did</em> lack any sort of appropriate cultural ties, being brought up by parents of different descent. It was something she was to blame for herself, as she could have just obeyed her Captain's order without hesitating. Thinking things over, she knew she had been wrong for disobeying her, knowing that the Captain knew what was best for her crew like a mother knew what is best for her children. Doubting that hadn't been a smart thing to do, Kitala found that out soon. Very soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 00:43:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1324.photobucket.com/albums/u608/Voikala/f91d2109-d382-42b1-ae33-b31ae165b49d_zpsa6b4ed68.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Commander Var'ishiel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>The Klingon obsession with warrior culture had always struck the Commander as somewhat strange, for even with their physiological redundancies, they were no more fierce or effective than any other species. Every Vulcan lived with rage and ferocity far beyond those of the berserker Klingons, to simply be aggressive was no accomplishment. He was an old soldier by the measure of any Starfleet species, and the half-Klingon's clumsy attack hardly challenged his reflexes. He soaked up her momentum, bracing himself, and ignored her tearful declaration of independence, lacing his arms around hers. With a sudden tension in his grip, he forced her arms straight, bringing them together in a close embrace before the Vulcan tipped back and then hammered his head forwards to slam his forehead into hers. The motion was accompanied by a flexing of his arms, bracing beneath her elbows to dislocate those joints when he headbutted her with violent force.<br><br>He drew blood from his tough hide when he slammed his forehead into her cranial ridges, but there was little sign of discomfort in the Vulcan. Even Jem'Hadar had been given a hard fight by the Vulcan hybrid, Kitala had a long way to go before she could consider herself a threat. "If this were a Klingon vessel, you would be dead. You are unworthy of judgement as a Klingon, you are not even worth consideration as a Terran. You are a pitiful beast. Act like a soldier and I may kill you with honour if you can summon the courage to defy me whilst sober." Since he was neither a soldier nor a Klingon, he felt no hesitation whatsoever before driving a snap kick into Kitara's groin before throwing the woman to the ground at his feet. Klingons were notoriously hard to kill, and well conditioned to accept pain, but few knew how to inflict suffering quite like a Vulcan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 01:06:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/7f2f332d-2794-4d50-99eb-f0216e360058_zpsd2d36f6b.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Captain Elena Williams<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, morning<br><br>Elena had just stood after talking to the Admiral when she heard a ruckus beyond the ready room door.&nbsp; She frowned, and moved swiftly to the door.&nbsp; The sight that greeted her froze her blood.&nbsp; Officers fighting on the bridge, the Klingon female from earlier and....yes it was him.<br><br>"THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH" she said in a loud, clear, firm voice.&nbsp; It left no doubt who was in charge here.&nbsp; "Commander Var'ishiel, get away from Lieutenant Oragh immediately." She ordered the Vulcan, seeing the Klingon woman laying on the floor.<br><br>"This is my bridge.&nbsp; You are dismissed Commander, I will see you later." She told Var'ishiel, "go to Science, get to know the ship, just stay off my bridge" she ordered him, fury evident in her eyes, this was no way for her crew to behave.&nbsp; Whatever had gotten into them?<br><br>"Commander Kirk, please take the Lieutenant to sickbay" she told her XO.&nbsp; "I will see you both in my ready room at 1600 hrs." She ordered the pair, "now, GET OUT OF MY SIGHT." She was furious, how could two Starfleet Officers act in such a manner? They were acting like brats.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xRebecca</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 01:11:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/34826u8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitala Oragh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day one<br><br>Her eyes filling up with tears, the stream of emotions went on. Memorising the words of her uncle, wanting to be brave for the sake of her people. Humans as well as Klingons. If only she could just move, she would've attacked him, but the sharp pain in her arms made her unable to push him off of her. Her head felt dizzy as the Vulcan slammed her harder than anyone had ever done before, her eyesight decreased and a sharp, high tone echoing in her ears. She wanted to fight him off, to rip his ears off and to feast on his copper-coloured blood right at that moment, but that thought was soon put to a stop when he kicked her into her most sensitive body parts, an almost extreme jolt of pain flowing through her body as she brought out a soft cry of pain, a very un-Klingon. Kitala didn't <em>want</em> to be vulnerable. She wanted to crawl back up, but as she had fallen to the floor and needed her arms to get up and a good eyesight, she couldn't and just lay there, looking up at the Vulcan, luckily still able to speak. "Go ahead," She said, now couching up blood but not letting her eyes leave his. "Kick....... Kick me again. Do it. I am..... sober." She said, her throat hoarse and tears streaming down like a waterfall, her arms strangely crooked, trying to cover her abdomen so that she wouldn't have to take in another one of his ruthless kicks there. Kitala bit her lips, closed her eyes and tried to focus on getting up, her abdomen still in a sharp pain as she sat up on her knees and tried to tackle the Vulcan by clinging onto his legs, wanting to bite him if that was all she could do, but falling down and staring at the ceiling instead, incapable of moving any of her limbs, coughing up more blood. A pitiful beast might indeed be the right term, she thought to herself, not saying a word as her tears wet the floor. A pitiful beast with no sense of decency that belonged in a circus, not on a starship. But not even a circus would take her as she wasn't... anything. She wasn't Terran, but wasn't Klingon either. She was a nobody, another "thing" created in a love-affair that never should have happened. Once more, Kitala hated herself for being who she was, and for not being able to get up. The pain didn't go numb, it just went on and on and on, whilst she was unable to do anything about it. She tried to look around for help, but didn't want to pain her eyes any longer. She just needed to feel this pain. "Buurgh-wh, who are you?" She said at the sharp female voice that ordered someone to go somewhere and felt how a pair of strong arms picked her up and held her as she heaved up and down, each step he took sending another jolt of pain through her limbs. The female voice had sounded strangely much like her mother's though, but she was unsure as she had just closed her eyes for comfort.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 02:24:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1324.photobucket.com/albums/u608/Voikala/10d3d207-89ab-4bad-8ec4-99121b394af4_zps3b890d8f.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Commander Var'ishiel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>The Commander calmly accepted the histrionics of the women around him, standing to attention, as was his default state, hands clasped behind his back. Neither assault, physical or verbal, did much to disturb his composure, he gave the Captain the slightest of nods to acknowledge her command, remaining seemingly ignorant of the Klingon clinging to his legs. "Captain." He turned on his heel, oblivious to all else but the command, striding at once for the turbolift to return to his own demesne. He would file reports concerning the actions of his Captain and the Security Officer at a later date, he was not one to disobey any order that seemed to be logical and sensible. With that, the towering Vulcan made his departure, placid as always. What had happened had happened and was beyond his control, but he would have no choice but to file a frank report for his Captain to read, even if she disapproved of his assessment of the situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 04:16:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT4YsF18nqTEy7P8mYtKA6ikKA9L8ya4n9ZMA6afyijQX6WtaWbkA)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Lieutenant Jack Elburn<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><em>What a day to be late</em> Jack thought to himself as he ran through the halls, smoothing his hair and his uniform so that he'd look presentable . Of all the days to have stomach problems, the first day on a new ship probably wasn't the best. AS he got close to the bridge, his pace slowed down. He wouldn't want anyone to think that he was in a hurry, or that he wasn't totally prepared. THat would send the wrong message, in that it would be a truthful message. <br><br>As he quickly walked through the hall, he saw the science officer Commander Var'ishiel,&nbsp; probably on his way to the Science division. It seemed a bit early for that, but then maybe the captain had sent him off early to do some work before they took off.<br><br>Once he walked onto the bridge, he immediately started apologizing <br>"I'm sorry for being late Captain. I was having some" but before he finished, he saw the first officer, James Kirk, picking up the half-Klingon security officer who had blood on her head. The captain herself seemed more than mildly irritated, had looked like she had just finished screaming. His eyes very wide and his mouth was slightly agape as he scanned the room, and the face of the people, hoping to see something that would explain what had happened<br>"What did I miss?" he finally said, after a moment or two<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 16:43:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Orion_security_chief_by_timberoo-d5mitmu.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Teachdaire, Security/Tactical Officer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>An Orion male wearing a gold uniform was on his way to the bridge checking out his PADD.&nbsp; He was talking to himself in an Irish accent.<br><br><strong>"At 1400, the cuh-rew will arrive.&nbsp; At 1700, senior stahff meetin'.&nbsp; And at 1800, depahrture..."</strong><br><br>He entered the bridge.<br><br><strong>"Lieutenant Teachdaire, security and tactical officer, reportin' for doo...ty... "</strong><br><br>He noticed the Klingon on the floor and the Vulcan off to the side.&nbsp; Both of them were getting reprimanded by the captain.<br><br><strong>"Well, just what do we have here?"</strong><br><br>He squatted down next to the Klingon.<br><br><strong>"Lieutenant Kitala Oragh.&nbsp; Gettin' inte trouble already?&nbsp; I dinnae expect a member of the Enterprise to be causin' a ruckus.&nbsp; And on the bridge of all places."</strong><br><br>He clicked his tongue at her, then looked up to the Vulcan.<br><br><strong>"And you.&nbsp; I was hopin' for more from ye, Commander Var'ishiel.&nbsp; Did ye really have to make the lassie here bleed all over the new bridge?"</strong><br><br><em>"Commander Kirk, please take the Lieutenant to sickbay."</em><br><br>Teachdaire stood up at attention.<br><br><strong>"Captain, permission to bring the lieutenant here to sickbay.&nbsp; I'm sure your executive officer has more important duties to tend to."</strong><br><br>Teachdaire figured that Williams would agree with him.<br><br><strong>"Unless you have other... tasks you wish for <em>me</em> to perform, Captain."</strong><br><br>If Williams wanted a piece of Teachdaire the way his previous two captains did, now would not be the time.&nbsp; But he did want to remind her of what else he could for her... and with her.<br><br><strong>"Okay, wee one, up ye go."</strong>&nbsp; Teachdaire unceremoniously picked up the Klingon, not very gently.&nbsp; She could take the pain, and she probably needed some more to really learn her lesson for whatever she did.&nbsp; He didn't carry her like a damsel in distress in his arms.&nbsp; More like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 21:50:01</strong>
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				OOC: PLEASE NOTE THE TIME JUMP.&nbsp; MOVING TO SOMETHING EXCITING.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/7f2f332d-2794-4d50-99eb-f0216e360058_zpsd2d36f6b.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Captain Elena Williams<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ready Room<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, 1417hrs<br><br>The day had developed into a busy one. Stores and crew were coming onboard, most of the crew were onboard, the cargo bays were growing full of various stores.&nbsp; They would be ready to head off at 1800.<br><br>Getting a cup of coffee, she sat on the sofa, curling her legs under her and gazing out the window, looking out into the vastness of space that beckoned them.&nbsp; Her thoughts drifted to past missions, things that had happened to her on the various ships she had served on.&nbsp; Now she had her own ship, a crew that looked to her for guidance and leadership, and a senior staff she had to get to know.&nbsp; It was going to be a fun time she was sure.<br><br>The sound of an incoming private call brought her back to the moment, she stood, moving to her desk.&nbsp; Opening the channel she frowned, she had been expecting Admiral Wendel again, but it wasnt, it was Admiral Miranda Granger, someone she didnt really get on with.<br><br>"Admiral" <br><br>"Captain, your orders are changing.&nbsp; We have lost touch with the USS Denver.&nbsp; Shes an old Ambassador class, she was heading home after a nasty mission, heavily damaged and without her captain." There was a pause, the Admiral took a breath, "we dont know what happened to her, I'm sending her lat known coordinates to you now, along with all the details we have."<br><br>"Admiral, we havent had shakedown yet, I havent got a full crew..." Elena started to object.&nbsp; The Admiral held her hand up.<br><br>"I know Captain, but you are here and ready to go.&nbsp; There are no other ships here who can drop what they are doing to investigate." She was told.&nbsp; "I've bought you're departure time up to 1500" she said, then was gone.&nbsp; Elena frowned, another bleep told her all the data had been received.<br><br>She glanced at it and frowned, then tapped her combadge, opening a channel to her senior staff.&nbsp; <br><br>=/\=Williams to all Senior Staff, report to the briefing room NOW. Williams out=/\= she stood and stalked out, looking around, "all non crew are to leave the ship, we have orders." She told Mr Kirk. <br><br>TAG: Senior Staff, post in this thread, we'll incorporate briefing room into the bridge thread.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>12-05-2013, 01:11:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Valdore_%28Admiral%29.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Commander Havuk, Chief of Operations<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ready Room<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Havuk was already on his way from Operations to the Bridge to complete work on the ops console.&nbsp; He had a long list of assignments to complete himself or follow up on, and getting back to the bridge was ahead of schedule.&nbsp; It was a good thing Ensign Lister was along with the small number of crewmembers on the ship.&nbsp; Even though Havuk had spent extensive time with her, she alone had managed to optimize many of the <em>Zhukov's</em> functions within Science, as well as handle other issues with power and sensors in the rest of the ship.&nbsp; She was a single junior officer with the energy and ability of 10.<br><br>Lister's presence elevated Havuk's mood as well, which was something unusual as he did not not usually have feelings.&nbsp; While he was more familiar with occasional bouts of rage and also had several partners at the Academy, he had never felt pure infatuation combined with lust like he did for the junior science officer.<br><br>The half-Vulcan Chief of Operations entered the bridge, then the captain's ready room.&nbsp; If only she knew that he went from offending the android system in a human body to courting her.<br><br><strong>"Captain Williams.&nbsp; Reporting as ordered."</strong><br><br>He stood at attention, waiting to be offered or ordered to sit on the couch.&nbsp; He thought it was interesting to meet in Williams' personal office instead of the conference room.&nbsp; The ready room was preferred for holding private discussions and receiving classified communications, but now she wanted the entire senior staff there.&nbsp; Something was afoot.<br><br>Havuk considered offering her assistance, but he thought it better to minimize conversation.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>12-05-2013, 01:21:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Orion_security_chief_by_timberoo-d5mitmu.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Teachdaire, Security/Tactical Officer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br><br>Teachdaire returned to the bridge.&nbsp; He had not yet seen the Chief of Security anywhere on the ship, and he was not currently on the bridge.&nbsp; Fortunately, the Orion lieutenant at least had a list of tasks to take care of, which he completed or followed up on after bringing Oragh to sickbay to be treated for injuries inflicted by Var'ishiel.&nbsp; <br><br>He considered leaving, but instead he approached the ready room.&nbsp; He large frame was nearly the width and height of the door.<br><br><strong>"Captain.&nbsp; I coodn't help but no'ice that ye have senior officers with ye.&nbsp; Ye woo'n't happen to know where Chief O' Security is?&nbsp; I dinnae run into him all day, and as rankin' officer, I've been doin' me best with the small group I have."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Bridge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>12-05-2013, 03:20:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT4YsF18nqTEy7P8mYtKA6ikKA9L8ya4n9ZMA6afyijQX6WtaWbkA)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Lieutenant Jack Elburn, Chief Flight Control Officer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1<br>Upon hearing the captain's orders, Jack went to the briefing room immediately, hoping to not miss out on any possible insanity like what had happened that morning on the bridge. A chief science officer headbutting a security officer was not something that had happened on any other ship he'd served on. Of course, there was alot different about this ship than other he'd been on. Not least of which was the diversity among the crew. 2 orions, 1 of each gender (Jack had to remember to talk to the female one of these days), a half-klingon, 1 half vulcan who was half human and another who was half-Reman, a Bajoran, a half-android (that was an interesting file to read), and then whatever the proper term for officer Mikalovich was. It was markedly different experience than he had on either the Excaliber or the Carolina. He had a feeling that this would be an interesting assignment. <br>"Lieutenant Elburn, reporting as asked Captain" he said with a small salute.
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