USS ZHUKOV -CO's Ready Room
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				Title: <strong>USS ZHUKOV -CO's Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 17:44:00</strong>
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				This is the room where the Captain carry's out the day to day running of the ship.<br><br>(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/Trek/readyroom_zps818303aa.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV -CO's Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 10:42:56</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> Ready Room<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, morning<br><br><em>Whatever was Starfleet coming too?</em> She wondered, shaking her head, but she couldnt stop the smile that spread across her face.&nbsp; The Lieutenant would be one to watch, trust a Klingon to have alcohol on the bridge.&nbsp; She would definitely want her at a party, she had a good service record, Elena would watch her and see how she preformed.<br><br>There was a bleep from her desk, she moved to it and sat, tapping some controls and the screen jumped to life.&nbsp; She smiled at the face of her old friend and Mentor Admiral Brian Wendel.<br><br>"Admiral, what a pleasure" She said, smiling at the man.<br><br>"Likewise Captain, I wanted to check and see how the crew was looking and if the Zhukov is up to your standards." <br><br>"The crew are an interesting bunch for sure and the ship is coming along nicely, we'll be ready to leave on schedule today" she told him.<br><br>The Admiral nodded, "thats what i like to hear.&nbsp; When you head off on your shakedown I have some coordinates I want you to have a look at.&nbsp; Theres been some strange readings coming from that area, and with the equipment you have on board, you're the best fitted ship to deal with it.&nbsp; Theres a strange signal coming through, almost like an echo, but we cant be certain, maybe if you get closer you'll be able to get a proper signal and decipher the message." <br><br>Elena nodded, "sounds simple enough."<br><br>"Thats what worries me.&nbsp; Be careful Elena, dont take any risks." He warned.<br><br>"You know me" She replied.<br><br>"Thats what worries me." The Admiral aid, closing the communication.&nbsp; Elena sat back, looking at the rotating emblem of Starfleet command.&nbsp; He was worried about something or else he would have sent another vessel.&nbsp; There was a bleep, the coordinates had arrived from the Admiral.&nbsp; <br><br>Curiouser and curiouser....<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV -CO's Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 21:48:35</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> 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. 
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