Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread
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				Title: <strong>Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 17:52:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">Star Trek – The USS Calypso</span></strong><br><em>Stardate 55267.69</em><br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/USS_Calypso_copy.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>With the Dominion Wars a few years behind them, Starfleet gets to focus more of their resources back on research and discovery. The treaty with the Dominion allows for a peaceful Federation presence in the Gamma quadrant. Within six months of the end of the war, a committee was set up to outline several possible missions in that area of space. One of the proposed projects was an ongoing mission of discovery in the quadrant. The mission was eventually approved and on stardate 54086, a reconfigured Akira class ship called the USS Calypso travelled through the Bajoran worm hole into the Delta Quadrant. Its mission, to chart and visit the countless unknown worlds of the quadrant. To conduct scientific research. To make first contact where possible. </em></span><br></div><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 23:04:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img850.imageshack.us/img850/3046/a01b.jpg)</div>On Holodeck 3, the rocky terrain was set up for four of the newer security team members.&nbsp; Tisha had been dissatisfied with the use of cover during their last tests, and so had set up a plan using one of the default holodeck terrains in order to teach them.<br><br>The rules were simple, not unlike Hide and Go Seek.&nbsp; Each of the four had a holographic phaser, and they were set up in pairs, allowing them to effectively spar.&nbsp; The holographic phasers didn't actually injure their targets, but they hurt, not unlike a vicious sunburn getting slapped.<br><br>It wasn't an uncommon exercise, but from Tisha's perspective, the ensigns too often took the offense, not even bothering for cover but shooting and then dodging out in the open air.&nbsp; She was set up in this holodeck as well, but had no team for herself.&nbsp; Instead, she was simply out watching for the others as an ambush predator.<br><br>When one popped out from behind the rocks, she spun her arm up from her hiding place, shooting him in the chest.&nbsp; With a shout and stagger, he fell back behind.&nbsp; "You only need your head and your arm to shoot, Ensign Dagres.&nbsp; Don't give me a clear line to your chest."<br><br>[Edit: Removed an image that didn't show.&nbsp; It was just a rocky field anyway, so not a big deal.]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 05:41:07</strong>
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				<strong>Location: </strong>Mess Hall<br><br>Empola (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=143220.msg6446770#msg6446770)<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.tru.ca/news/2009/websites/subject_sites/hair_website/images/slightlyfuturistic.jpg)</div><br>Empola sat in the mess hall reading a computerized tablet on the psychic module that apparently the ship had and sighed.<br><br>The string of reviews from scientists claiming it wont work for this reason and that was endless and seemed pretty well founded also. The reason it was installed was political, what they wanted was to give some very early prototype a try. "Spurious readings" was the best one could hope for, far from what should be considered anything<br>worth putting on a ship. Risk of being brain wiped also ? Hmm comforting. The specialist sighed and placed the tablet down. The captain probably wouldn't want some experimental technology on her ship either. Thats what research ships that were not star fleet were for refining. When it worked well THEN install it on ships like this.&nbsp; It may not even be ON the ship, as far as Empola knew, everything seemed so rushed getting her on board. None had time to explain anything, it was if they were kept in the dark also.<br><br>Empola knew that diplomats and counselors were on board, so far none asked for her assistance, not once had the captain asked for her to be on the bridge or anywhere else for that matter. Still the captain had bigger things to think about with others more suited for whatever was at hand than this. None also seemed inclined to inform her of whats going on. Made sense, why should they ? They are assuming she is reading everyones minds anyway.<br><br>There wasn't much of a need for her unless something very strange happened. All now knew of her talents from word of mouth, it made many feel uneasy. They shouldn't be, any successful deep scan she had conducted in training before just made her JOIN the opinion and views of those she read not judge them. What to do ? How to resolve issues ? Proffesional suggestions for others ? that was a <em>counselors </em>job not a telepath.<br><br>Deep scanning another wasn't what others thought. But it sure must feel intrusive to be at the receiving end. Not that there seemed to be a need to, everyone was professional here.<br><br>So far a white-tight-fitting jumpsuit was assigned to her specialty, with some broach that was different to others to imply she was a specialist not of a rank that can order anyone about. A novelty on board that stood out like a sore thumb. Everyone had strong friends here, worked as a team. So far the diplomat and the counselor had not requested her services, and were doing fine as they were.<br><br>She had tried to join some for poker, all refused stating she could just read them like a book. Some did regardless but the time was nervous.&nbsp; It wasnt a decision she liked to consider but it was time that had to change, and for that she had to change for others.. and began typing up a request to the Science division of the ship if they could make something she could wear that could nullify her telepathic and empathic abilities, a collar or something like that hopefully perhaps others could see and be more easy about. Lol heavens forgive the attempt if they managed it as a tiara. The thought made her chuckle, yeah <em>that's </em>going to help others wanting to befriend this weirdo.<br><br>After typing in the request and sending it to the science team aboard the telepath placed the tablet before her and shook her head. Thankfully there were many views of the stars, staring at them helped deep meditation states, vitial for her to stay sane.<br><br>"Everyone is being as accommodating as they can, and all thats happened so far ? Im pestering the science team to be even more so for me."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CAO</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 09:25:29</strong>
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				Name: Alenis Fuliar (please note that Alenis is the characters last name and Fullar is his first name.)<br>Age: 30<br>Race:Bajorin<br>Role/Rank: Star Fleet Intelligence/Operations Lieutenant<br>Location: Personal Quarters<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i997.photobucket.com/albums/af91/charlesott1982/292px-Bareil_Antos_2371.jpg)</div><br>Fullar had worked the Gamma shift the night before, it was the all night shift, everyone, himself included was required to do some overnight duty. It would be like this for the next several weeks for him. Then the schedule would rotate, but he didn't mind, he found the night time hours better suited to some of his other priorities. He was able to get away with double tasking some jobs, that he would not have been able to otherwise. Fullar was laying in bed, the empty space in it bothered him, though it wasn't always empty. <br><br>Fullar tossed and turned, his mind a swirl of images, dreaming, as long as Fullar had known, dreams were as important to him as food. His paternal Grandmother had taught him how to interpret dreams. Though he'd never had one like this before, he'd had it for weeks now and continued to have it, not understanding why. <br><br>He was back home on Bajor, they were in an upscale neighborhood of the capitol city there, his childhood home and that of his cousin Mayleen Alenis, she was five years younger than he was. Fullar was&nbsp; thirty, and she was twenty five. It was not unusual for Starfleet family members to serve on the same ship, what was unusual was for one of them to be in direct command over the other. Except in extreme situations, this was not allowed or permitted, most obvious reasons cited conflict of interests. <br><br>But Fullar had gotten his way, he was good at that, and having a good deal of leverage never hurt anyone. In the neighborhood where he'd grown up under the occupation. As he was old enough to remember the last vestiges of it, Fullar stood in a field behind the house, it was set atop a gently sloping hill with a large creek running along the edge of it's boundary, before winding it's way north and into more remote areas of the countryside. The day is beautiful, the sky is crystal clear and the sun is shining and giving it's light and blessing.<br><br>Light also radiaits from her, it seems to pour forth from her body, as well as being absorbed in it, her straight red hair, a trait from her human side blows in the wind. His eyes scan her face, her smile, the look in her eyes, she wares nothing but a very thin night gown that shows off her seusious breasts. Fullar is very clearly aroused by this, once she'd come of proper age, he'd allowed himself fantasy after fantasy about her, about Mayleen his cousin. <br><br>Had the dream just been a continuation of his fantasies, where he made passionate love to her in the field, or even in the creek, it would not have bothered him so much. What did bother him was how his dream seemed to turn on him, as suddenly the the forest around him begins to burn, the sky is filled with smoke and ash. One can smell the burning of flesh, Mayleen is gone from where she was, and when he turned to view the captiol city. It its nothing more than ashes and fires as far as the eye can see, even the home in which he grew up is rubble. <br><br>Suddenly there is only darkness, and then&nbsp; some dim ray of light, he assumes from her is revealed, Mayleen, he moves to her but there is the cackle and laughter of the Cardassians and he's held back by two of them. In his dream he struggles, and in his dream it never stops, he never stops struggling against them, to free himself of them, even long after others would have grown tired. As he strains he can hear her own cries in the dream, and he can hear the laughter of the Cardassian guard as he strips Mayleen of her clothing and then proceeds to penetrate her against her will.<br><br>The eco of her cries remain with him, his eyes open, and he sits up in his bed, heart pounding, he looks around, but he hates it. An un-natural anger rises up in him, and Fullar is unable to sleep now. Fuller gets out of bed, asking the ship what the current time was, at least he'd gotten about four hours of sleep after his shift had been over. It would have to do, still in his silk pajamas Fullar walks from his bedroom to the door and then into the central living quarters. There is a small area with a half circular desk in one corner of his room, he sits at it. There are numerous pads across it, each in it's own pile according to subject matter and alphabetized. <br><br>Fullar picked up the one he'd taken with him last night and been reading when he had a chance, it was labeled <strong>Psychic Opp-orations</strong> Rubbing the bridge of his nose, his ridges tingling as he did so he began to read the file. The file covered a bit of history of psychological warfare, it's uses and studies. One such study that caught his mind was about Physic Module that had been installed aboard the ship, there were claims for it and against it. Fullar looked at some accompanying notes and groaned, orders from Intelligence was to ascertain for certain if this device even worked. <br><br>One thing was not clear, as he looked through the notes, there was an obvious lack of information, for starters, there was no schematic on the module, no list of placement or links to the module either and where it was used on the ship. In general briefings such as this, this information was common sense, and he started to wonder if perhaps he was being played with or not. Fullar accessed the notes file on the pad, copied an pasted a few things and began working on an outline for his notes, and a few ideas he had about it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 20:55:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/Rondon.jpg)</div><strong>Comander Rondok<br>Mess Hall<br>Tagged: Empola</strong><br><br>Despite standing well over six feet tall with broad shoulders and powerful muscles, Comander Rondok sometimes forgot to make noise when he moved.&nbsp; Distracted by her own thoughts, Empola might not notice him coming up behind her, though the ball of tension at the base of his spine made his thoughts and emotions a bit louder than most around him.&nbsp; <br><br>He stopped just behind her left shoulder and stood straight, a PAD in one hand and a drink in the other.&nbsp; "Miss Largran," he spoke.&nbsp; To himself, he sounded forthright and plainspoken.&nbsp; To many others, his tone was blunt and abrupt.&nbsp; When he was angry or vexed, they were surprised to learn how much harsher he could truly sound.&nbsp; "I am Rondok.&nbsp; I would enjoy sitting at your table." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 04:22:38</strong>
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				<strong>Location: </strong>Mess Hall<br><br>Empola (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=143220.msg6446770#msg6446770)<br><br>"Please do" Empola flourished a wave to the chair opposite before taking a sip of her coffee<br><br>She sat back as the man assumed the chair but talked beyond a whisper, so others could hear if any were trying to eaves drop<br><br>""I just gave a request to the science division to create something that others can see which could nullify my ability to read anyone's mind, not sure if others like their feeling being felt, but well perhaps I will see what they can make up. So far none like the idea of talking for me that long. It does seem they feel I must be some secret agent spying on their intentions"<br><br>She laughed<br><br>"Secret ? Yes. I have a secret mission alright, so secret I'm not even allowed to know about it, and all those that do asked to stay away from me to prevent the risk of me accidentally finding out"<br><br>At this her meal arrived, normally meals were replicated on the spot fully presented, but currently some minor competition of cadets trying their hand at following recipes using archaic pots and pans was some current novelty. A bet most likely, none that any in particular seemed to be close to winning. What you got from what you ordered was random at best.<br><br>What was presented in front of her seemed ... soup ? She had ordered a salad. <br><br>With a shrug she began eating anyway. "Salad Soup, interesting" she lifted an eye brow.<br><br>"Commander, firstly before you talk I want to make a few things clear, I know girls who say things like this are assumptous like superstars feeling they own the world but the opposite is true in my case. I know I am pretty and strange and have a unique talent, and being all dolled up in a&nbsp; white uniform is a novelty blowing its whistle, I dont feel I am superior in any way to others, my time has been spent refining telepathic and emotive reading instinctively. I dont know when I am doing it, I dont know when its rude, but when I am its just me fusing thoughts with another I dont juggle a different set judging them, it doesnt work like that.&nbsp; Secondly"<br><br>Empola lifted a long finger, again polished in a semi-transparent pearl color<br><br>"I greatly respect any one that attempts to talk to be beyond just acknowledging my presence, if its for crude hopes or kindness or some plan I can be a part of I don't care, I dont judge. Thirdly because I can know others thoughts and feelings doesnt make me an expert in people, anything that makes you feel your mind and heart is in a whirlwind will just put me in the same state. Forthly ... <br><br>I am honoured to have company, and greatly hope command can make use of me soon, I dream of being invited onto the bridge to help read othes we are dealing with when stakes are high. And last but certainly not least .. "<br><br>She put her spoon down in the soup and pushed it away, to shortly brush the corners of her mouth with a serveit <br><br>"The salad soup is terrible, I highly recommend you try your luck with another order"<br><br>She then grinned and sipped her coffee again<br><br>"I can focus on not reading you by listening to you talk while focusing on others in the room that are frustrated, which I am doing now. As you can imagine I am finding adjustment here socially pretty hard, but then again in the scheme of things I shouldn't complain I dont actually have to work, when I am working Im just myself knowing things. it always works so I dont understand trials and tribulations, frustration, shared goals, team dynamics that sort of thing. Others here do, I respect that grandly and can't match that, it feels strange feeling so different being specialized in what others can relate to if they do want to talk of it, not assume.<br>Hmm everyone has so many negative assumptions, 10 negative thoughts about life and themselves to everyone positive one. Such a shame, people are so much more wonderful than that, if they could read and know what I do each would know each other here wants to help and be part of something more than their own objectives. So much potential if everyone just trusted each other a little more. Anyway enough about me venting, how are you Commander ? Has the trip been interesting to you so far ?"<br><br>Although her words seemed arrogant, for he indeed was a commander,&nbsp; she didn't give off a feeling of higher-than-tho loftiness that one would associate with her sentences. She just seemed a little out of the woods and lost herself. Like anyone who has their own compass spinning and needs to nail down some stake in the sand somewhere to align oneself to and reset something internal.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 14:46:35</strong>
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				Sergent Antonio De Rica<div class="floatright">(http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp289/guardianangel98/fighter_by_des_henkers_braut-d3299le.jpg)</div>Location: Mess hall<br><br>With the mess hall nearly full of people Antonio made his way inside and to the line for the replicator. He ordered a bowl of spaghetti with a side of steamed green beans and a Soda to drink before looking around for a seat. He chose a booth by the window, away from the tables that were considered "officers tables" but neither was it solely for enlisted personnel either. It was just a table, open to anyone. <br><br>He sat down and looked out at the stars as curious thoughts wandered through his mind about the various alien life forms they hadn't met in the gamma quadrant. For him it was almost a shame that just about every alien they had met were of the humanoid variety. Why weren't there more truly alien beings in the galaxy? Unique intelligent life that took forms that were truly different rather then just similar to himself. Still there was hope in this unexplored space, eventually he was going to find something to put his knowledge in xenobiology to work <br><br>As he ate he looked at a datapad and began reading, the screen flipping from study to study on knew studies into various life forms. Each one written by colleagues he corresponded with on a regular basis and in some cases had met in person. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 17:44:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Miki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Azadia Telzan<br><strong>Rank:</strong> Chief Medical Officer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall<br><hr>Med bay had been quiet, which was a good thing.&nbsp; There was no illness, disease, or injuries to report, in truth, it made that area of the ship extremely quiet and dull.&nbsp; After eight hours of diagnostic tests to make sure all of the equipment was functioning optimally, Azadia had to search for life forms in another sector of the ship.<br><br>The Trill was a people person at heart.&nbsp; She enjoyed being around sentient life, regardless of species, and was drawn to the most active locales by an innate curiosity and need to socialize, an innate characteristics that she quite often tried to suppress in order to appear as the perfect Trill.&nbsp; Something she didn’t often accomplish.<br><br>Arms clasped gently behind her back, light blue Starfleet uniform pressed and to regs, she meandered into the Mess Hall showing more curiosity as to who was there than finding sustenance to eat.&nbsp; She nodded politely to Commander Rondok and the fair skinned, white haired Betazoid beauty Empola.&nbsp; Azadia had many questions for Empola, especially concerning her telepathic abilities, but she hadn’t quite figured out the best way to approach the woman.&nbsp; Seeing as the two were in, what Azadia thought, deep conversation she decided to postpone her inquiry to another time.<br><br>Her eyes scanned the rest of the hall and settled upon Sergeant de Rica.&nbsp; She knew the man by his file alone, and, admittedly, found him quite intriguing.&nbsp; By all purposes he was smarter than she was and could’ve been a Chief Medical Officer long before she gained the rank, it was therefore baffling and inspiring that he would devote his focus to Xenobiology.&nbsp; She noted that he had sat at an open table, and wondered if that didn’t hint to more about his person than what first glance might suggest.<br><br>Despite seeming to be engrossed in his study, Azadia crossed the room to the open table and stood next to Angelo.&nbsp; It wasn’t common for a man to sit at an open table and not want company.<br><br>”May I join you, sergeant?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 21:44:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/Rondon.jpg)</div><strong>Comander Rondok<br>Mess Hall<br>Tagged: Empola</strong><br><br>Rondok settled easily into a chair.&nbsp; He flicked down the power on the PAD and set it aside.&nbsp; He met the betazoid's eyes as she spoke, his face neutral at first, then smiling openly.&nbsp; "We have a similar problem in relating to these people, Miss Largran.&nbsp; Deception is innate to how they interact with themselves and each other.&nbsp; Perhaps if they could see themselves as you do, they wouldn't feel the need to hide from themselves."&nbsp; <br><br>He arched an eye brow curiously.&nbsp; "Salad soup? Is the broth salty?"&nbsp; he took the soup and took a bite.&nbsp; Shaking his head, he sighed.&nbsp; "Needs more seaweed.&nbsp; I am going to the replicator.&nbsp; Is there something I may bring you?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 03:41:31</strong>
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				Sergent Antonio De Rica<div class="floatright">(http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp289/guardianangel98/fighter_by_des_henkers_braut-d3299le.jpg)</div><br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess hall<br><br>He was looking over a study done on an Organism on the outer rim done by an Andorian survey team when he heard the voice. Antonio looked up and offered a smile before reaching forward to pull his drink a little closer so it wouldn't spill. "Of course chief, have a seat." he said in a welcoming tone, though even the universal translator wasn't enough to suppress all of his accent. <br><br>He couldn't help but look her over as he did nearly everyone. For him it was another kind of study, done to understand a persons demeanor and the way they acted. Yet as his eyes wandered he noticed the lack of any meal. It probably meant she was bored and had nothing to do or that she wanted to talk specifically to him. The problem was, he was kind of shy. Having grown up while absorbed in work and medical study it was always hard for him to come out of his shell. For him it was a constant struggle to find a place, especially now that he was on a new ship<br><br>His right hand reached up to brush away the mix of black and blue hair that fell over his eyes, waiting patiently for her to join him. "Are you not hungry today?" he asked as he spun a fork to gather a bite of noodles and hamburger, though he was paying more attention to her then his meal or the data pad now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 07:02:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Miki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Azadia Telzan<br><strong>Rank:</strong> Chief Medical Officer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall<br><hr><em>Chief?</em> Her mind echoed the word even as her lips formed a bemused smile.<br><br>"Thank you," the Trill said simply as she pulled out the seat next to him and sat down.<br><br>She glanced at his food and drink and then turned her head to look at the replicator.&nbsp; She really wasn't hungry, but if it made him more comfortable she could get a glass of tea.<br><br>"I've heard mixed reviews about the food here.&nbsp; There's a rumor that some of the Ensign have decided to use their own recipes.&nbsp; I'm not sure I'm feeling that adventurous today.&nbsp; Though, I would be surprised if anyone could ruin spaghetti and meatballs."&nbsp; She gave the Sergeant a warm, friendly smile.<br><br>Azadia operated under the belief that friendly conversation was the best way to promote a positive work environment, and when she lived in the same general environment as those she worked with it was even more important to do all she could to make people feel at ease around her.<br><br>Her bemused smile didn't fade, however, when she noticed she had stolen Antonio's full attention.&nbsp; His Italian accent was thick, but it wasn't as difficult to understand as certain Klingon dialects, and much more pleasant than Ferengi.<br><br>"Please, call me Azadia when we're in a casual setting.&nbsp; If you call me Chief, I may start looking for the Chief Engineer," she teased.<br><br>Azadia had been talking but she had politely waited for De Rica to reply before she continued the conversation naturally.&nbsp; She paused to read him, every now and then, as she tried to get a sense of the man behind the file.&nbsp; It wouldn't be very tactful of her to bluntly ask why he had shifted focus from Medicine to Xenobiology, or why he had called her Chief instead of Doctor.&nbsp; She had a hunch on the later, but the though seemed petty and beneath a Starfleet officer so she paid it no more attention.<br><br>She gave his datapad a pointed look and tipped her head slightly in its direction, "I hope I'm not interrupting your research.&nbsp; May I inquire what it is that you're studying?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 07:11:58</strong>
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				"Commander, although I doubt that I certainly hope so, when I look at you I feel a rush of tables of charts and concern for those on board for names I dont know."<br><br>"When I look at the Chief Medical Officer nearby I feel desire to ask me something, but mainly looking at her floods my mind with biochemical equations she is working, symbols and picture of molecules. Sergent Antonio ? Kind, he is attracted to Azadia and why not, there is no reason for him not to be His thoughts flicker between some survey team and her, the stars and the food. What does it mean though ? I have no idea. Although I can hear surface thoughts until I know what some of the acronyms people think of mean, I may as well be playing with sand thinking it resembles certain objects. Most things I read I dont understand, for me to make sense of what they are thinking of I need to have their mind which I dont."<br><br>Empola rotated the tablet and pointed at the schematic of the module that had a list of warnings and review comments tailing it.<br><br>"Hey by the way does this psychic sensor prototype even exist of this ship as far as you know or was it just spoken to get certain people on board"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 08:30:06</strong>
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				Sergent Antonio De Rica<div class="floatright">(http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp289/guardianangel98/fighter_by_des_henkers_braut-d3299le.jpg)</div><br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess hall<br><br>Antonio looked over at the replicators and gave a soft sigh. It was almost tragic that such an advanced piece of equipment was still so far from perfection. For a moment he actually felt sorry for whoever created the piece of equipment and wondered if it was still in its prototype phase with more upgrades coming. Somehow he doubted it though. "You could always order a Trill recipe. Although the problem is still going to be there. Replicators are still machines and while they can always give us sustenance cooking is more of an art. They lack something in their programming or parts to give food the soul that only a real Chef can make. This is why you can enter an elaborate molecular formula of a dish your grandmother made and have it come out seeming ordinary. When I served on the Kitsune our chief engineer fiddled with a replicator for years. Always trying to get it to make the perfect blend of coffee and she failed every time. Try as people might our technology still isn't advanced enough to equal a skilled humanoid hand in the kitchen. Unfortunately machines aren't my forte so I don't know what could be done to improve them."<br><br>He looked back across the table, trying to smile but again finding it hard not stare at her as he studied her. "If you like while were here you can call me Antonio but keep to Sergent De Rica when were on duty. I will try to change my habits though, the chief medical officer aboard the Kitsune preferred Chief to doctor and as the saying goes old habits die hard."<br><br>He placed the data pad down on the table and pushed it over to her. Showing the same reports and scans of an alien organism found by an Andorian survey team on the rim of federation space. "Take a look if you like. Doctor Matius Corvos sent this to me. He's an Andorian scientist who specializes in pharmacology so he was a little out of his league when the some members of the team who had contact with that organism suffered extended episodes of paralysis. Nothing life threatening but certainly unnerving. I need to read more but I think the problem is an allergic reaction to the excretions the organism releases. They have a similar chemical make up to some toxins which also paralyze Andorian physiology. If thats the case they just need to wear hazmat suits or other protective clothing when handling them since the delivery process is absorbed through the skin."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 01:15:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/Rondon.jpg)</div><strong>Comander Rondok<br>Mess Hall<br>Tagged: Empola</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rondok’s eyes met Empola’s, registering sympathy and concern at what he saw as her signs of stress.&nbsp; He followed her eyes to Azadia Telsen—a comely woman indeed, and intelligent, which made her doubly attractive—and young Antonio deRica—an young man particularly arrogant about his self delusions, but intelligent and competent nonetheless.&nbsp; <br>He considered what he was at liberty to reveal about the PSIwave device, but before he could formulate a reply, his com badge beeped and the bridge informed him that they had reached orbit over the planet they’d been approaching lately.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He drained his drink and grumbled, “I must learn to eat faster.”&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He leaned over to Empola and touched her hand to offer reassurance, then straightened up, “I could use you on this away mission.&nbsp; The universal translator is having trouble with the signals we received.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 01:44:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Miki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Azadia Telzan<br><strong>Rank:</strong> Chief Medical Officer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall<br><hr>She quickly lifted the datapad from the table and leafed through the entry.&nbsp; It was rather intriguing, and she had to wonder what type of allergen the organism was releasing that would affect the Andorian physiology in such a way.&nbsp; She scrolled through the data more quickly as she looked for any mention of other species coming into contact with the organism.<br><br>“Are you sure you have enough data here to rule out a toxin?&nbsp; On some worlds, some amphibians are known to secrete a paralytic oily substance on their skin as a defensive mechanism.&nbsp; It’s possible that the organism developed a similar mechanism.&nbsp; It would be odd that the paralytic would be isolated to the Andronian physiology unless there were other organisms on the planet whose DNA structure was close to an Andronian.&nbsp; Allergens also usually need to be introduced to an individual’s physiology first in order to cause a later allergic reaction.&nbsp; It’s possible that the organism secretes something similar to the Andronian’s homeworld, but that seems unlikely.&nbsp; Wouldn’t a simple artificial barrier be enough to prevent the paralysis?”<br><br>Azadia handed the datapad back to Antonio, “It is quite an interesting problem.&nbsp; I’d be interested in learning what you discover.”<br><br>She then laughed lightly, and turned the conversation to a more mundane topic.&nbsp; “I took a few engineering courses at the Academy, but they were mostly focused upon repairing medical equipment.&nbsp; I doubt I’d be able to do anything with the replicators myself, and I’m definitely not very useful in the kitchen.&nbsp; I’ve become fairly reliant upon the replicators myself.&nbsp; A fact I’m sure my grandmother wouldn’t be very pleased to discover.”&nbsp; She laughed lightly at her own confession.&nbsp; <br><br>“When I was serving on the station, there was a woman who did everything the old fashioned way.&nbsp; It took her hours to bake a cake, but it filled the promenade with a smell that was nearly divine, and if you managed to get a slice, I can assure you it was worth the wait.”<br><br>“How long were you on board the Kitsune, Antonio?”&nbsp; She asked curiously before she noted the XO stand abruptly.<br><br>She momentarily wondered if something was happening on the bridge, but quickly let the quandary pass.&nbsp; If she was needed she would be called.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 02:37:41</strong>
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				<strong>Location: </strong>Mess Hall<br><br>Empola (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=143220.msg6446770#msg6446770)<br><br>At the suggestion of the away mission Empola's smile broaded.<br><br>"Certainly sir ! Glad to be of use" She mocked a salute, being a civilian she didnt have to but well why not huh ? <br><br>She stood from her chair and left her coffee half drunk and decided to take the data tablet with her.<br><br>Before following the Commander she turned to the Cheif medical officer briefly and the other she was talking to before looking back to the comander.<br><br>"Will others be joining us ? Do I get to bring anything. Those Phaser-gun things are just for military trained right, I guess I'm not allowed to play with one ?"<br><br>She seemed delighted and didnt care if she wasnt allowed. The commander's stride was fast,<br>likely the captain wanted to brief him on something important. After noticing this the betaziod thought it best to leave him to do so<br><br>"I will wait in the transporter room for the rest of the missionaries, I mean away team."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 10:00:58</strong>
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				Sergent Antonio De Rica<div class="floatright">(http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp289/guardianangel98/fighter_by_des_henkers_braut-d3299le.jpg)</div>Location: Mess hall<br><br>He smiled as he reached across the table to take the data pad back. She made a convincing argument but&nbsp; she hadnt read the parts about the non-andorians on the team having no effect from the creature. Due to that Toxins were unlikely but it was also true he hadnt finished reading all of the information and there was no telling what he didnt know about the situation yet. <br><br>Antonio also noticed the quick reaction of their XO but did nothing for the moment. It could have been anything and if it was an emergency the captain would be giving a ship wide announcment and calling for everyone to get to their duty stations. For the moment he could only wait to hear something, if anything was really needed. <br><br>Instead of dwelling on it he turned his attention back toward the doctor. Enjoying the small bit of socializing. It was a shame he didnt get to do it more. "I served on the Kitsune for six years. I enlisted when I turned eighteen. Starfleet wouldnt take me any younger, even though I had my doctorate a couple years before that. "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 02:18:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://maggymoviemadness.weebly.com/uploads/1/1/3/1/11315251/3942225.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Vicky (Captain) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=143220.msg6457222#msg6457222)<br><strong>Location: </strong>Bridge (http://www.juliebolder.com/megashipbridge2%28reverse%29.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>All<br><br>The bridge often saw a stream of those coming and going, not all were invited explicitly, many technical personal had to confirm or conduct operations at terminals that only bridge panels accessed. This was background noise, and saw more chatter than most bridges. Mainly it helped Vicky not focus on a previous issues.<br><br>She fingered the ship wide intercom and a crisp voice thick with an aracheic British Accent appeared for all to hear.<br><em><br>"All on board, an away team is needed within the hour. We are about a planet we know little about. I need <span class="bbc_u">Security, and representatives of Command, Archeology, Medicine and a diplomatic liaison as well as others the first available commanding officer deems fit&nbsp; </span> <br><br>I will monitor proceedings from here, report often, be ready to request transport back on board immediately if things are not going well.&nbsp; What little we know can be accessed by all at corridor terminals. You all know what to do. All other personal as normal. Captain Out"<br></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 02:34:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img850.imageshack.us/img850/3046/a01b.jpg)</div>The practice on Holodeck 3 went on for some time, with Tisha diligently sending out a pulse whenever one of them failed to properly stay under cover.&nbsp; Of course, they could shoot her for points as well, but her program didn't register pain to any significant degree, and she knew not to expose herself unnecessarily.<br><br>Towards the end of the round, one of the partners saw an incoming blast and shoved his partner away, sending her sprawling to the ground but dangerously close to having her head bashed in on a rock.&nbsp; "I'm sorry," he said as he stepped forward, and received a prompt blast from Tisha just as time ran out.<br><br>"Remember your surroundings," she told him.&nbsp; "You weren't wrong to push her out of the way, hitting the ground is better than being disintegrated unless you break her neck in the process.&nbsp; Next time, I want you to make sure that you know where to shove her in the event that you do need to get her out of the line of fire."&nbsp; His only response was a curt nod, which she returned.&nbsp; "Class dismissed."<br><br>She clicked her communicator which doubled as her mobile emitter, transferring the functions so that the holodeck would no longer need to sustain her, before deactivating the holodeck.&nbsp; It took only moments for the computer to relay her assessments of the training simulation to Lieutenant Commander Greylin.<br><br>When the Captain's announcement came through, Tisha listened in silence.&nbsp; It wasn't difficult to find her, and she could be ready at less than a minute's notice were she selected for the mission.&nbsp; She spent her time instead checking through some of the logs, picking up on one non-classified entry which seemed to have bounced around quite a bit between a few places.&nbsp; Something similar came up in her databanks, which required some checking before she checked for and found the location of Empola Largran.&nbsp; From there, it was just a short jaunt towards the mess hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 13:59:47</strong>
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				As the captains voice came over the intercom Antonio looked down at his meal, sighing a bit. He would have to wait till next time to finish. Though he grabbed his drink and downed it as quickly as he could before getting up. "Well looks like its time to go to work. I keep an open door policy so if you ever need something feel free to stop by."<br><br>With that he waved goodbye to the doctor and went to put his plates in the replicator. Once that was done he headed to the armory to check out his gear and then went down to the transporters. He would be the earliest one to arrive and spent his time double checking his gear to make sure everything was working properly and had the proper settings for a first contact mission. Overall he had a class 1 phaser, tricorder, a flashlight, and a combat medic pack ready for the mission.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 11:17:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img850.imageshack.us/img850/3046/a01b.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Tisha (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=143220.msg6444092#msg6444092)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Empola<br><br>Tisha came into the Mess Hall in uniform, her Security outfit as pristine and flawless as the day she was programmed.&nbsp; The only difference was her communicator, a small device with just a little bit more realism to it than the rest of her body.&nbsp; Of course, few people had the exceptional eyesight to recognize a holographic object from a normal one, and few would recognize a mobile emitter on sight.&nbsp; However, given Tisha's status, it wasn't hard for anyone who knew her to simply remember the difference.<br><br>She moved straight over to the replicator, giving a simple command to the device, "A Mark 3 Anti-Psionic Security Collar."&nbsp; The machine hummed to life as a silver collar appeared in the tray, complete with a dark blue stud.&nbsp; Tisha quickly snatched it up before heading over towards Empola, more than willing to follow her along if she was already leaving.<br><br>"Greetings, Empola Largran."&nbsp; She stuck out a hand, her lips turning up in a faint smile as she started the introduction.&nbsp; It was a bit awkward, as if Tisha either wasn't used to meeting new people or was trying to copy someone else's practices.&nbsp; "My name is Tisha, Auxiliary Security Hologram.&nbsp; Would this be a good time to speak with you for a few minutes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 11:40:45</strong>
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				<strong>Location: </strong>Walking from the Mess Hall on her way join the away team.<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>Tisha<br><strong>Character: </strong>Empola (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=143220.msg6446770#msg6446770)<br><div class="floatright">(http://www.tru.ca/news/2009/websites/subject_sites/hair_website/images/slightlyfuturistic.jpg)</div><br><hr><br>At Tisha's arrival the Betaziod almost jumped from her skin. <br><br>"Gosh I didn't feel your presence at all !" she said nervously then waited for the hologram to explain her reasons for talking<br><br>"Oh a hologram ! Artificial consciousnesses are those I can't read whats-o-ever, and I find myself quiet unsure of what to say without being able to fathom your general state of mine. Makes me feel I'm talking with my eyes closed. I have no idea how others manage. Either I take too much for granted or most are made of stronger stuff I suppose. <br><br>Either way you are the first I have met and its my honor, so yes, Trisha its a pleasure, please walk with me, a commanding officer has asked for me to attend the away team and I am on my way to join them. Although from what the consoles say the place may not be in need of me, perhaps he fears things may not be as they seem or just feels sorry for me and has offered me a chance to stretch my legs. Company of new people is always welcome"<br><br>The betaziod continued walking with the holographic person in toe.<br><br>"So Tisha what can I do for you, or would you prefer we didn't talk of it as we walked through the corridors, we do have an hour so I don't have to rush their early if there is reason not to."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 12:23:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/Rondon.jpg)</div><strong>Comander Rondok<br>Mess Hall<br>Tagged: Empola</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rondok nodded to the two doctors across the way.&nbsp; He moved to recycle his mug and replicate a protine bar.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He listened as the captain spoke, thought for a moment, then clicked his comunicator, "Lieutenant Alenis Maylene, Seargent DeRican, Miss Largran, Tisha, Ensing Greylin, and Ensing Sylvan, with me in Transporter Room Two within the in hour."&nbsp; He pondered if protocal required some simpering alien platitude and was relieved to come to the conclusion that it didn't.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He replicated another meal on the run--this one a seaweed cake.&nbsp; Munching on the two snacks, Rondok made his way to the armory to take out a type one phaser--he wasn't terribly skilled with the weapon, but he didn't survive the dominion war by bringing his fists to a phaser fight.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of course, there were times when tackling a gem hedar point man was exactly the kind of insanity that could win the day.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He refrained from a tri-corder.&nbsp; He had experts for that.&nbsp; The only tool a comand officer really needed in most situations was his comunicator.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Making his way to the transporter room, he arived to find Antonio already cleaning his kit.&nbsp; He nodded and stood by the wall panel that covered the pattern buffers in the 'at ease' stance, making it truly look like he was at his ease with his back straight and feet shoulder width apart.&nbsp; He must outmass Antonio by 50 kilos of solid power.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 12:51:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img850.imageshack.us/img850/3046/a01b.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Tisha (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=143220.msg6444092#msg6444092)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Corridor leading to transporter room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Empola<br><br>Tisha walked quietly for a moment, patiently listening to Empola explain matters.&nbsp; It didn't seem as though the hologram was bored or annoyed by the chatter; on the contrary, she seemed to soak in the information, but it also seemed to confuse her.<br><br>She walked in tow with Empola, only showing the necklace and explaining further once Empola finished speaking.&nbsp; "Talking while heading towards the transporter is fine," she replied.&nbsp; "I heard that you were looking for a way to suppress your psionic abilities.&nbsp; This is a Mark 3 Anti-Psionic Security Collar."&nbsp; She gave the silver collar a small twirl with her fingers.&nbsp; "We use these on psychics who must be confined to the brig, for reasons which I'm sure you can imagine."<br><br>She kept her eyes on Empola as she talked, looking curiously at the other woman.&nbsp; Her hand remained outstretched with the device, not withdrawing it if Empola wanted to reach out and grab it, but neither fully extending it in order to offer the collar.&nbsp; "You wouldn't actually want one of these, though.&nbsp; Your abilities are far too much a part of who you are, as evidenced by your confusion when you aren't able to fully read another person."&nbsp; Tisha sounded reasonably certain in her conclusion, yet seemed to be willing to be proven wrong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 17:04:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i782.photobucket.com/albums/yy103/TrashyMe/9c6677f5.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Ensign Kate Greylin (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=143220.msg6444270#msg6444270)<br><strong>Location:</strong> From Corridor to Transporter Room Two<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Empola and Tisha (Minor Brush), Rondok (Direct Interaction), Antonio (Present)<br><br>Kate had been sitting quietly, reading, in her quarters when the order from Rondon came, forcing her to casually toss the paperback she’d been engaged with aside as she sat up to comply. The book instantly flopped closed upon her desk, revealing the cover and its title, “A Treatise on Vulcan Methods of Control”; the latest attempt by ensign Greylin to smother her volatile emotions. Unfortunately, she had found such feelings more prominent during the maddeningly monotonous and confined life of a starship, a situation which hit a peak when she exploded over an accidental shoulder bump in the mess hall. The incident prompted a brief chastising and instructions to engage with one of the Vulcans on anger-management techniques, the same Vulcan who presented her with the book.<br><br>After one last glance toward the literature, the ensign took a single deep breath, snatched up her phaser and tricorder, and marched from the room. As she stepped out of her quarters and began her determined walk down the corridor, she could already feel a rush of excitement within herself, a feeling she tried to purge as per the book and Vulcan’s incessantly concise and logical advice. A task easier said than done. Kate was already imagining what awaited her on the planet or what tasks Commander Rondon would assign to her, causing her gut to well up with anticipation over the possibilities. It was the entire reason she had persistently requested to be allowed aboard a Federation vessel, to immerse herself in the unknown so she could investigate, meet new cultures, or simply explore uncharted worlds.<br><br>“Excuse me,” Kate politely announced as she slipped past two crewmen, Empola and Tisha, before continuing her brisk march toward the transporter room, only to have her previous imaginings of discovery and adventure interrupted by an item she had spotted; the security collar. The ensign had heard of a telepath being aboard but she had to wonder if she was a guest or prisoner, especially after seeing the betazoid escorted by a security officer holding an anti-psionic device. It was enough to rouse her curiosity but by then the two were already far behind and out of sight.<br><br>Finally Kate entered the transporter room where she encountered both Rondon and Antonio. “Commander, sergeant,” she greeted with a respectful nod to each. “Ensign Kate Greylin, reporting for duty.” Antonio was a slight man with highly feminine features and a kempt, black, bowl-cut, with deep blue highlights. Rondon on the other hand was the polar opposite with a sturdier build and a short, brown, haircut which could almost be described as “regulation”. Kate immediately took a spot on the transporter before mimicking the stance taken by Rondon. From there she simply stood and awaited transport or any further orders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 06:10:27</strong>
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				Character: Empola<br><br>"Thenks Trish ! I heard of those things, it does make me look like a prisoner but there is a mistaken misconception that those that are telepaths are superior or smarter than others, this is not true, its like a math-wiz that some can do without thinking, but not good at other things. This helps remove that"<br><br>The belaziod took the collar and placed it on her neck, it seemed to have small luminous stud that when touched turned it on and off, its illumination reflecting the state to others who cared to look at it <br><br>"This helps me fit in thank-you."<br><br>Shortly thereafter others had assembled at the transporter room ready to depart.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 06:20:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img850.imageshack.us/img850/3046/a01b.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Tisha (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=143220.msg6444092#msg6444092)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallway to Transporter Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Empola, people in Transporter Room<br><br>Tisha nodded, making no attempt to correct the mistaken name.&nbsp; It was a common enough misunderstanding, and the name "Trish" was sufficiently uncommon that Tisha did not have to worry about confusion unless someone else appeared who was also called Trish.&nbsp; She listened as the reasons were explained, and even though she didn't seem to fully understand, she appreciated the attempt and filed the data into her memory banks.&nbsp; "You're welcome."<br><br>It didn't take Tisha long at all to get to the Transporter Room, where she clicked her heels together and stood at attention to show her readiness for the mission ahead.&nbsp; Tisha didn't seem to have a great deal of emotions; it didn't seem to make her happy, or afraid, or anything else in order to be sent on missions.&nbsp; What she definitely had, however, was a dedication to duty, which showed in her attentiveness and perpetual focus to any task at hand.&nbsp; Without looking at her programming, it was difficult to tell whether she was simply incapable of such things or simply chose not to employ them frivolously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 06:40:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Miki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Azadia Telzan<br><strong>Rank:</strong> Chief Medical Officer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall<br><hr>Azadia watched Antonio leave after the Captain had made her speech.&nbsp; After a moment, the Trill stood, moved to the replicator, received a cup of tea, and then headed back to the Med Bay.&nbsp; With people planet-side she wanted to make sure an emergency team was prepped and that they would be ready to receive anyone in case something should go wrong.&nbsp; The great thing about modern technology was that anyone who became severely injured could be transported to the Med Bay nearly instantaneously.&nbsp; Then she and her team could respond.<br><br>Even if the worst happened, the transporters failed and they had to extract the away team by shuttle craft, Azadia was confident in Sergeant de Rica's ability.&nbsp; The man may not have pursued a medical profession but according to his file he should be competent enough to keep someone alive under most conditions until a shuttle craft arrived.<br><br>Azadia had to admit she felt a bit curious about the planet below but didn't find any fault in the XO's logic.&nbsp; Unless they were responding to a distress call or expected to need her expertise, there was no need for her to go down to the planet.&nbsp; Still seeing a new world was always exciting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CAO</strong> on <strong>26-06-2012, 08:15:20</strong>
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				<br>Name: Alenis Fuliar (please note that Alenis is the characters last name and Fullar is his first name.)<br>Age: 30<br>Race:Bajorin<br>Role/Rank: Star Fleet Intelligence/Operations Lieutenant<br>Location: Personal Quarters<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i997.photobucket.com/albums/af91/charlesott1982/292px-Bareil_Antos_2371.jpg)</div><br><br>Fullar heard the announcement by the captain, he did think about responding, but he ignored it, and his shift was 12 hours long. He doubted he'd be allowed to go unless it was a pertinent situation that required his attention. Fullar leaned back in his chair and propped his legs up on the desk, he hit a button that turned off the bank of monitors. Touch screen technology was a wonderful advent, but one should be careful when relaxing causally, nothing like shifting your feet and hitting the intercom button, or some other command by accident. Feet crossed at the ankles, Fullar engaged in reading the report. Fullar had hoped that reading the report would make him rater bored and sleepy, but this was not the case. Instead it got him to thinking, he reached into a drawer, he had to sit up properly to do this. <br><br>The top drawer on the right hand side housed some anctiant tools, but ones he liked to use. There was an old inkwell, passed down by his family from early generations, as well as a dipper which was the earth equivalent of&nbsp; the quill and quite exquisite. All well to do homes had them decorated, this one was lavishly done, even with small precious jewls embedded in it. To the side sat a leather bound book, his Uncle had presented it to him, along with the dipper and the ink well. Over the generations, the men and women of the family had added to the books, this one had passed down from his grandfather and great grandfather, then to his uncle and now to him. There were other books, that also had been passed along other family lines, when the book was full it was placed in the library, and a new one started. A book was passed down when the family member deemed it necessary to do so. <br><br>Fullar enjoyed technology as much as anyone, but he did not trust it fully, and when he undertook investigations, Fullar would write down his notes, thoughts and experiences in the book. He unclasped the book, and took out the inkwell and the dipper, and opened it to a new page, and began to make his marks, explaining in great detail, almost word for word the report he'd just read, then made his notes and commentary on it as he went along . Among his notes, Fullar wrote down that he intended to start things off by going to see the Cheif Medical Officer Azadia Telzan, if he was going to understand the properties of this device, assuming it existed. Then he realized he first had to understand about how empathy and telepathy worked, and the conditions that affected them. Fullar knew full well that Empola was on board and that she was a telepath, but unlike others, it did not make him nervous. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 13:32:16</strong>
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				<strong>Away Team Thread =&gt;&nbsp; </strong>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=145151.msg6540719#msg6540719 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=145151.msg6540719#msg6540719)<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://maggymoviemadness.weebly.com/uploads/1/1/3/1/11315251/3942225.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character:</strong> Vicky (Captain) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=143220.msg6457222#msg6457222)<br><strong>Location: </strong>Bridge (http://www.juliebolder.com/megashipbridge2%28reverse%29.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>All still on board the ship<br><br><hr><br>A few hours later ..<br><br>Shortly after the away team &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=145151.msg6540719#msg6540719) confirmed their arrival one posted at a science terminal of the bridge seemed distressed<br><br>"What is it Lieutenant? the captain inquired<br><br>"Its strange, solar flares like this one shouldn't be so powerful, its vibrating at a frequency I have not seen before, normally this type is harmless, but its a fractal shape."<br><br>"Any possibility of harm to those on the planet ?"<br><br>"Strangely no, the planet has a magnetic field that is perfectly turned for it, but our own shield may not be so lucky"<br><br>The captain exchanged a few more questions to the other before shaking her head. This didn't feel good. After sighing once she then opened communications to those that had left the ship.<br><br><em><br>"Away team this is the captain, I hope your all getting snug there but if you are not you need to be soon, we are getting<br>strange energy spikes from the sun, solar flare of a strange type our sensors were not calibrated to care to look for,<br>but the strength of this one is one that has us a little spooked staying in orbit, and is of a type that follows the magnetic<br>curve of the planets field. In short Im going to move the ship to take shelter in a nearby moon. THe planet you on has a magnetic field harmonic that naturally protects it from this type of solar storm, perhaps the storms made it so Im not sure, but Im not taking changes with the ship, we will be without communications for perhaps a day, we think, perhaps more.<br><br>I dont like you all being alone there so Im sending two shuttles on auto-pilot and three of the carreir deck's fighters to accompany you in case you need them. The security codes for the shuttles have been updated to your communication badges, the commanding officers all know how to control the fighters. They will land in your current position in ten minutes, the shuttles have food, water and supplies in case we are away longer than we thought. Sorry to love you and leave you, but your in good hands. Captain out."</em><br><br>After looking to the roof the captain then sent out a ship wide message<br><br><em><br>"We seem to have happened upon a spacial novelty with a team on a planet suited to it, Specialists and commanding officers that are still on <br>board ship be in the ready room in five minutes, carrier deck send a shuttle full of scouting supplies and three fighters to the planet,<br>such that their control is granted to the away team on landing"<br></em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 06:56:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Miki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Azadia Telzan<br><strong>Rank:</strong> Chief Medical Officer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Med Bay<br><hr>The Trill listened carefully as the Captain's announcement came over the ship's intercoms again.&nbsp; She sucked in the corner of her lip and began chewing on it as she instantly realized the impact this could have on the Away Team.&nbsp; While not knowing many of her crew mates very well and knowing those on the planet less than she'd like she still coudn't help but feel a bit of compassionate worry for them.&nbsp; There was no telling what they could encounter while they were out of comm range and she wasn't as confident now that a near instant teleportation of an injured party to the Med Bay was unavailable to them.<br><br>One thing she had learned long ago was that she couldn't change the past.&nbsp; Her duty was to those on board the ship and she issued orders to prepare for radiation poisoning or sickness as well as burns in case the engineers couldn't modulate the ship's shields to the incoming storm.&nbsp; With that done, she left the Med Bay and began the long march to the Ready Room.<br><br>With a light tap to her comm badge Azadia reported in, "This is Doctor Telzan, I'm on my way Captain."&nbsp; <br><br>Azadia wasn't sure if she'd served long enough with Captain Lansdil for the Captain to recognize her voice over the comm.&nbsp; It was likely best to err on the side of protocol, at least until the doctor formed a better relationship with her commanding officer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 08:13:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.prometheus-movie.com/media/charlizetheron_prometheus_vickers.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Vicky (Captain) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=143220.msg6457222#msg6457222)<br><strong>Location: </strong>Bridge's Ready Room (http://www.juliebolder.com/megashipbridge2%28reverse%29.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged:&nbsp; &nbsp;</strong>All Remaining Characters on the ship<br><hr><br><div align="center">(http://stvoy.juliaandtania.com/images/ussvoyager/readyroom.jpg)</div><br>When all had assembled in the Ready Room the Captain nodded to those in attendance then passed electronic paper to each<br><br>"The moment an away team was dispatched a new set of orders was triggered. It seems we are here for something the Federation wants to keep secret, and only reveal to the captain once we are too far into this part of space to easily turn back."<br><br>She then waved her hand over the table all shared and a hologram appeared<br><br>"All scouting and exploration vessels entering here have been lost. This includes well over a dozen ships, instead of learning the lessen, that some places are not meant for our eyes StarFleet have thought to keep on trying until ... something more dramatic happens then a few thousand lives being lost. Comforting isnt it"<br><br>The image the hologram showed listed ship after ship, showing passengers and crew statistics before a red "Missing In Action" message was pasted over it, to then shift to another ship.<br><br>"Three ambassadors of Romulus, and countless Starfleet personnel have not been heard of again. This however is the first time a warship has attempted to see what is here, before it was all scouts or ships of similar ilk."<br><br>She then sat and steepled her fingers<br><br>"It is possible they all found this planet and the problem rotates about what we are experiencing now but I doubt it, the resources we need that have been detected here are for ones previous ships didn't need. Unless something is tricking our sensors to find something we want. In which case we are already outclassed if whatever it is can fool our computers so. <br><br>The solar flare we are hiding from is one that will act more like an aurora storm, it looks normal to the untrained eye, flares are similar just in different strength, but have a look at any part of it and it has magnetic fields that are of a fractile shape."<br><br>The hologram then changed to one showing an intricate pattern, one that was changing before everyone's eyes.<br><br>"Until it passes we are going to stay in the crescent wake of a moon that the computers believe has a core that can shield us. None are experts on this, we have not seen the likes before, I want to know what your views are, what to expect and what to do. Our away team I hope to recover, I have left them with two shuttles and some drone-fighters if they need it, but I have no idea if it would help them. Is this a weapon ? Its just too hard to imagine each of those ships choosing the same planet to land on, they are all VERY different, the resources the planet has according to our sensors was opportunistic for us, but ... "<br><br>The captain sighed<br><br>"The new orders are to discover what force can do so to many ships, and ideally have it working for the federation in some capacity, not against it. <br>Very strange ambition considering the history of other ships likely with a similar mission. But its what I have, frankly its enough for me to consider going Renegade, sending all those wishing to stay with star-fleet back on shuttles while we forget this space and ignore all their commands and use the ship for something else that doesn't have us all killed instantly. With this set of orders, its a path I'm tempted to entertain at least in discussion. It depends on the views of all here. Thoughts ?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azaria</strong> on <strong>07-07-2012, 07:31:49</strong>
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				Name: Lieutenant Jr. Mayleen Alenis<br>Location: From personal quarters to Transporter Room Two<br>Tagged: Rondok, Empola and Tisha, Antonio, Kate<br><div class="floatright">(http://i612.photobucket.com/albums/tt210/Lavender1_1985/Azaria/Azarias/Red_head_by_RichardN.jpg)</div><br><hr><br>Mayleen sat on her bed meditating as she used to do every week, it helped her focus and do her job much better as she connected with her inner human self. Being a mix of two races is always difficult and it wasn't easy for May to grow up having the anatomy and most inner characteristics of her Bajorin father and the appearance of her human mother. <br><br>A sigh escaped her lips as she knew she won't be able to focus on her meditation as long as she's having these thoughts. She had believed she was totally over this in her childhood but obviously she was mistaken. She stood and started gathering her hair in a bun over her head, getting ready to leave the room.<br><br>Soon the Commander's call came and she shook her head <em>just in time</em>, tucking her phaser in its place and picking up her tri-corder she headed through the empty corridors to the transporter Room Two as they were ordered, nodding her head to the commander <strong>" Lieutenant Jr. Mayleen Alenis reporting for duty. Sir"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CAO</strong> on <strong>07-07-2012, 19:50:54</strong>
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				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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>08-07-2012, 13:46:42</strong>
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				Lana grew increasingly unsettled as she heard the captain's speech. But when she got to the part about going renegade, it made her especially nervous. After the silence had returned and the Bajorin had given his appraisal of the scientific aspect of the captain's briefing, Lana used her turn to address what had really shocked her. <strong>"Captain, with respect, but are you truly considering a mutiny? Because I am not going to have any part in that... We are here on Starfleet orders, whether or not you like whatever orders we get is irrelevant. If command thinks it's opportune for us to be put in a position of risk, I am sure they have good reasons for it. I also doubt any of us volunteered for this mission expecting it to be a safe stroll in the park."</strong> Lana Derval had known little about her commanding officer before being awarded a position on the Calypso, but nothing she had heard or experienced so far had made her believe that the woman would suggested mutiny at the first sign of trouble. She hoped it wouldn't come to that, since it might mean she would need to take counter-measures in her capacity as a senior officer. Not how she had imagined the ship's maiden voyage to start...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek - USS Calypso - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>08-07-2012, 17:46:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.prometheus-movie.com/media/charlizetheron_prometheus_vickers.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Vicky (Captain) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=143220.msg6457222#msg6457222)<br><strong>Location: </strong>Bridge's Ready Room (http://www.juliebolder.com/megashipbridge2%28reverse%29.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged:&nbsp; &nbsp;</strong>All in the ready room<br><hr><br>At Lana's remarks the captain's eyebrows narrowed and a dangerous glare was cast towards the woman. The captain then looked to others watching nearby then stook her head and breathed out deeply.<br><br>"My gosh your right" the captain spoke feeling deflated before raising on hand in front of her face to see it shaking. <br><br>"Now you mention it I can't believe I said that myself. I thought I had proof. I was furious with Starfleet within hours without checking what I normally would. This isn't me. She then looked at the images of the ships being shown as those lost to this region, before pausing on one in particular<br><br>"U.S.S Kaltaran ? That can't be right, that ship was being overhauled for maintenance when we departed." She then sat back in her chair deeply at gazed at the information with unbelieving eyes.<br><br>"I have been shown my fear, and acted on it. Someone or something else knew what I would be quick to believe without close inspection and irk passion on immediately. This feeling of distrust and fear ran high trying to escape the Harogin hunting party. It grew when all of my crew didn't sleep for a week while we were trying to free them from our tails. We all felt that we must have been betrayed, most wrote so in our debriefing"<br><br>She then steepled her fingers before pressing her fingers to her temple.<br><br>"This either means that something has always been on board to see this happen, this is a test or something since arriving here has effected our computers. Perhaps we have encountered a weapon that can do this, and my reactions, my desire to go renegade was the trap ships fell in, if any of these ships actually have. So many maybes. It seems we need full diagnostics on the computers and likely a medical on myself and whoever else the medical chief believes appropriate."<br><br>The captain then closed her eyes<br><br>"Computers run integrity diagnostics on all sensory data gained from one week before mission start to the current moment, any sources of extra information or tampering that is displaying the data presented in this meeting I want revealed to all officers on board. Until completed deem Captains orders requiring a seconding until I am cleared by Medical." <br><br>The computer made compliance sounds before starting the process <br><br>"While that happens we need to look into this field and radiation to see if it, or another external source is at play here. I was considering a room by room lockdown until we know whats happening, do any of you have other precautions you deem sensible while we wait for the results?"
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