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				Title: <strong>USS McNair - Transporter Room [archive]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 01:34:28</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/startrek/transporteroom.jpg?t=1284593655)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 04:57:27</strong>
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				Introductions (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zqkc8hKGetA)<br><br>Karn walked down the long hallway of the space dock, his boots clanking on the lightly colored floor as he approached the Transporter Room, the USS McNair docked just ahead. He walked alone in his traditional battle scarred armor, his many weapons sheathed and holstered, his pet Targ safely in it's cage in his left hand and his belongings shrouded in a leathery gym bag in his right. He wore a <em>Bat'leth</em> across his back, a three bladed dagger called a <em>D'k Tahg</em>, strapped to his left hand gauntlet, a Mek'leth sheathed on his right hip and a standard issue Star Fleet Phaser on his left hip, and a standard issue Star Fleet comm badge on his chest, his rank displayed just above on his collar. Not to mention his boots. He loved those boots. Two inches of the hardest metal found on his home-world, wrapped in black leather and topped with 3 inch blades on the toes. The boots in themselves were a weapon. He preferred the feeling of security that the armor provided over the feeling of exposure the Star Fleet Uniform had. <br><br>It was a habit and a reminder of his heritage, nothing more, nothing less. He hated the Star Fleet Uniform in reality but, learned to keep his feelings to himself unless personally asked. A reasonable enough request his Counselor insisted he act upon, lest it lead to dishonor. He still hated the uniform though. It provided no protection, contained very little body heat and didn't prevent the biting cold that Humans complained about from time to time, from punching through. It wasn't practical at all. It was the standard dress of those in the Federation though. Many seemed to think it was a symbol of something greater than themselves. He wasn't sure about that but, he didn't argue about it either. His mind returned to his current whereabouts and he found himself approaching the Transporter Pad. An Ensign manned the station and stared dumbfoundedly at the 6 foot 5 inches of muscled wall before him. The poor Ensign wasn't sure of what to make of the warrior in front of him so, he just nodded his head and nervously said "S-Sir".<br><br>Karn just grunted, which to the boy at the console must have mistaken for a growl because he jumped at the sound. The massive Klingon just smiled, he liked that. He stepped up onto the platform and turned around to face the Ensign "Energize, Human" he said with something looking like a snarl. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 03:22:09</strong>
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				The scene Avalona walked into in the transporter room would have been extremely funny if Ensign Donaldson did not look like he was going to pass out from fright.&nbsp; "Well if it isn't Karn Ju'lan D'grulok (Ava said in passable Klingon) I haven't seen you since that biology class we had together in the academy 7 years ago.&nbsp; I always figured you would work your way up the ranks quickly.&nbsp; Congratulations Lieutenant."&nbsp; <br><br>Turning slightly her smile fading a little as she looked at Ensign Donaldson.&nbsp; "Your dismissed Ensign and I would suggest you go and read up on proper protocol for greeting crew members."&nbsp; The Ensign snapped to attention, "Yes Chief.&nbsp; My apology's Lieutenant... I... I've just never actually met a Klingon before."<br><br>Once Donaldson was gone Ava turned her attention back to Karn.&nbsp; Smiling slightly as she looked at Karn's pet she looked up at Karn and said, "I see your Targ has put on quite a few pounds since the last I saw him.&nbsp; Has he learned to get along better with humans yet or do you still need to keep him on a short leash as you did back in the academy?"&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 06:37:48</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The scene Avalona walked into in the transporter room would have been extremely funny if Ensign Donaldson did not look like he was going to pass out from fright.&nbsp; "Well if it isn't Karn Ju'lan D'grulok (Ava said in passable Klingon) I haven't seen you since that biology class we had together in the academy 7 years ago.&nbsp; I always figured you would work your way up the ranks quickly.&nbsp; Congratulations Lieutenant." <br><br>Turning slightly her smile fading a little as she looked at Ensign Donaldson.&nbsp; "Your dismissed Ensign and I would suggest you go and read up on proper protocol for greeting crew members."&nbsp; The Ensign snapped to attention, "Yes Chief.&nbsp; My apology's Lieutenant... I... I've just never actually met a Klingon before."<br><br>Once Donaldson was gone Ava turned her attention back to Karn.&nbsp; Smiling slightly as she looked at Karn's pet she looked up at Karn and said, "I see your Targ has put on quite a few pounds since the last I saw him.&nbsp; Has he learned to get along better with humans yet or do you still need to keep him on a short leash as you did back in the academy?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Karn expected to be aboard the McNair already so when he heard his full name, along with a sentence in passable Klingon, he found himself staring at a past friend in surprise. She congratulated him on his progress in rank before dismissing the stunned Ensign. <br>He nodded to Avalona as he said in Galactic Basic "As have you it seems Avalona, it is good to see you again".<br>She spoke about his Targ, noticing that it had put on a few pounds and asking about it's welfare.<br><br>"Yes, well, he grows lazier as the years go on but, he is still a threat to those he doesn't know. So, yes. I do still keep him confined to my quarters with appropriate security. It would be dishonorable for me to do otherwise and foolish" Karn said with a hint of a smile, which was creepy in it's own right. He looked to his friend and said "What of you Avalona? How have you been?" as he stepped down from the Transporter Pad and reached forward extending his wrist for her to grasp.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 07:46:23</strong>
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				Avalona grasped Karn's extended wrist giving him the strong firm grip she knew he would be expecting from her, "I myself have just finished up a 5 year tour on the USS Jarre where I was promoted to Transporter Chief.&nbsp; I know its just trading one science vessel for another but I actually learned a lot on my last assignment.&nbsp; We had to develop brand new technology just so that we could beam aboard 30 new sentient beings.&nbsp; 15 of which have joined the Federation while the other 15 are still in negotiations.&nbsp; Not to mention all the lower forms of life that we had to build special environments for just to be able to study them on board the ship."<br><br>"I know I really shouldn't hold you up from getting to your station so maybe once the ship is under way we can maybe get together for dinner some night.&nbsp; And see if your friend there still remembers me."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 00:55:36</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Avalona grasped Karn's extended wrist giving him the strong firm grip she knew he would be expecting from her, "I myself have just finished up a 5 year tour on the USS Jarre where I was promoted to Transporter Chief.&nbsp; I know its just trading one science vessel for another but I actually learned a lot on my last assignment.&nbsp; We had to develop brand new technology just so that we could beam aboard 30 new sentient beings.&nbsp; 15 of which have joined the Federation while the other 15 are still in negotiations.&nbsp; Not to mention all the lower forms of life that we had to build special environments for just to be able to study them on board the ship."<br><br>"I know I really shouldn't hold you up from getting to your station so maybe once the ship is under way we can maybe get together for dinner some night.&nbsp; And see if your friend there still remembers me."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Avalona grasped his wrist firmly. He smiled a genuine smile, something of which was rare, she remembered how to deal with him. He didn't know why he was happy about that. Maybe it was just a relief that someone else was as familiar with some of the 'social niceties" that he himself had grown up with. Maybe it was something more. He didn't know or care at the moment. She told him a little of what she had been up to since they had last met and offered to catch up some other time that was more suitable for such occasions.&nbsp; He didn't even think about his response or what it may have unintentionally told her. He released her wrist "That would be nice. I would like that. Though I am sure that Gurk remembers you, he is not growling after all, and he has a long memory besides. I have mainly been at the Academy these past five years" he said, barely contained rage, and maybe a little embarrassment, evident in his voice. <br><br>"Your human <em>professors</em> did not deem me worthy of joining the crew of a Star Ship unless I went through their various classes on <em>conduct</em> and <em>tact</em> with the assistance of a Counselor. They thought I would be too much trouble to work well with a large crew. So, they put me in pathetically small ships, not fit to wipe the backside of a Klingon 'war bird' as you call them, with even smaller crews in the hopes that after a few years I would begin to <em>'tame'</em> as we patrolled this system" he said emphasizing various words with annoyance. He knew she would get a kick out of the story for some odd reason. He didn't see what was so funny about these things.<br><br>Knowing that she would soon be laughing at him, he turned around, stepping onto the Transporter Pad "Energize...please" he said gritting his teeth as he said the word 'please'. <em>Human niceties. Pah! If it didn't get me in so much trouble with these ape's I wouldn't bother at all with these...niceties</em> he thought as he waited for Avalona to work the controls on her console.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 04:04:54</strong>
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				Avalona did not find any humor in the deplorable way Karn had been treated by the humans.&nbsp; Most people never even found out that Avalona was a Changeling but when they did it always seemed she was treated differently after wards.&nbsp; But she had never had to put up with anything the likes of which Karn had gone through.&nbsp; No Ava would never laugh at her friends misfortune nor would she pity him.&nbsp; Offering a Klingon pity was one sure way to make an instant enemy.&nbsp; <br><br>Besides she felt no pity for him.&nbsp; In fact she felt quite the opposite.&nbsp; Avalona was proud of him for persevering all those years and could not help but wonder if she would have managed as well as Karn had done had she been under similar circumstances.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once again in passable Klingon, "Victory will be yours Lieutenant Karn Ju'lan D'grulok.&nbsp; And welcome aboard the USS McNair."&nbsp; With his back turned towards her Karn did not see her standing straight at attention as she toggled the switches that would send him to the ship.&nbsp; <br><br>Four hours later after Avalona had beamed back over to the USS McNair.&nbsp; The Transporter Chief was talking to a couple of the ensigns when word was sent that Lieutenant Lugus was being transported at that moment.&nbsp; After materializing on the platform Ava welcomed the Chief Science officer on board.&nbsp; As all greetings with Vulcan's the meeting was crisp, efficient and over almost before it started.&nbsp; Avalona could only shake her head as she watched the Lieutenant exit the transporter room as if he were a man on a mission.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 17:59:21</strong>
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				Karn turned around a second before Avalona beamed him to the USS-McNair, it puzzled him that he didn't smell any mirth on her, he did smell her respect though. It was an odd thing to smell on this foreign world, most people usually feared him or found his social awkwardness funny, or some other thing that he did funny. He didn't pretend to understand any of it. He was a warrior, sure they had their jokes and good times like anybody else but, while on duty they were on constant guard. It was the difference between life and death.<br><br>Shortly before transport he heard her utter Klingon words, words that touched his heart, words that he hadn't heard for a very long time.<br>"Victory will be yours Lieutenant Karn Ju'lan D'grulok" Avalona had said. Only Klingon grit and stubbornness, got him through the next moment, refusing to let him tear up. "And welcome aboard the USS McNair" she had added a second later. "Thank you Avalona, your words mean much to me" he said in fluent Klingon, sincerity in his voice. Then he disappeared in a flash of blue energy, his body being ripped apart molecule by molecule and re-initiated on the Transporter Pad on-board the USS McNair. He shook his head and made for his quarters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 17:08:54</strong>
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				A women comes down the hall of the space dock making her way to the Transporter bay.Short Cropped brown hair that falls at her necklineThe cardassian&nbsp; facial markings and neck markings just barely reaching over the the collar of the uniform though what may also add some confusion is the familiar nose ridges of the Bajorans. She wears the standard federation uniform with the Purple coloration of the Diplomatic Corps and Ensign pips.She carries with her&nbsp; the standard issue duffle bag and a small metal crate on a luggage cart. Makes her way up to the control panel of the Transporter room."Ensign Jo Varen reporting for transport to the USS McNair"
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				Post by: <strong>LongN4</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 22:14:40</strong>
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				Tatania ran as fast as her little blue legs could let her. Her shoulder length stark white hair flopping and bouncing every which way, tiny beads of sweat ran down her pale blue forehead, and her form hugging starfleet uniform did little to conceal the subtle bounce of her modest breasts as she ran down the corridor. "WAIT! PLEASE WAIT! I'm*huff* a *huff* Star *gasp* officer too....." The slender blue girl caught a nearby console and used it as leverage while she caught her breath. "Ensign Tatania Lebedeva Informing...uh...wait". The Ensign took out a datapad and quickly sent her fingers to work across its touch screen, blue eyes flashing across the stream of info that scrolled acroos the screen. "r-REporting for DUTY!" The salute she gave with the greeting whacked her neat across the forehead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 22:59:03</strong>
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				"Greetings Ensign's Jo Varen and Tatania Lebedeva.&nbsp; Just step on up to the pad and I'll send you on over to the USS McNair."&nbsp; Once the two Ensigns were standing on the transport pad the ensign behind the controls sent a message to the ship.<br><br>=/\=&nbsp; Ensign Bowwer of Starfleet to USS McNair.&nbsp; We have Ensign's Jo Varen and Tatania Lebedeva ready to beam up to report for duty. =/\=&nbsp; <br><br>=/\= Starfleet this is Transporter Chief Avalona of the USS McNair energize when ready. =/\=<br><br>Ensign Bowwer smiled at the two Ensigns on the pad.&nbsp; "Good luck and have fun ladies."&nbsp; Then with a whir of high pitched sound and a spectacular light show the two Ensigns were beamed aboard the McNair.<br><br>On board the USS McNair.&nbsp; Ava smiled as the two ensigns materialized onto the pad. &nbsp;"Welcome to the USS McNair Ensign's Jo Varen and Tatania Lebedeva.&nbsp; My name is Avalona the Transporter Chief."&nbsp; The changeling couldn't help but wonder where these two beautiful woman's interest lay when it came to sexual preference.&nbsp; That was the fun part about new ships.&nbsp; Meeting and getting to know all new crew members.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LongN4</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 23:31:16</strong>
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				Tatania gave Ava and Jo a quick salute,while being careful not to whack herself on the head this time around. "It's my service to pleasure you both!"Her blue cheeks gained a subtle flush of pink when she realized what she just said, "uh, I mean it's my pleasure to serve with you both!" Her heart was thumping like crazy now, she couldn't believe what she had just said. Her chest was rising and falling quickly as she drew in the sterile air of the transporter room in an attempt to calm herself down. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 23:53:48</strong>
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				Chuckles abit "Thank you for the welcome chief and pleasure to be serving with you both, Ensign Lebedeva this is your first assignment i take it. Just relax a bit getting so worked up you will stress out easily, The key is just to take each day at a time" extends her hand to the&nbsp; &nbsp;fellow Ensign"calmly and patiently awaiting a response with a warm smile on her face.
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				Post by: <strong>LongN4</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 00:11:59</strong>
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				Clearly still nervous she acted on reflex and gave Ensign Varen a quick salute, "YES MA'AM I"LL TRY MY BEST TO RELAX!.....oh." Blinking a bit and glancing sideways out of embarrassment she took Jo's hand hastily and shook it the Andorian's skin was smooth and cool to the touch. Though&nbsp; her cheeks at the very least seemed quite a bit more heated than the rest of her body......well as far as the other two occupants of the room could tell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 00:29:17</strong>
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				Steps out of the Transporter bay and looks back to the young Ensign. "Well come on stay with me and ill help you get acclimated to your first duty station. I bet you went straight into officer academy when you signed up" she pulls behind her the luggage cart with her crate in her right hand and in her left carries her duffle bag"a friendly smile come across her face. Standing patiently waiting for her to catch up.
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				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 00:30:19</strong>
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				Although Ava knew that Tatania's words were no more than a scrambling of words she had to admit if only to herself it certainly was a very entertaining thought.&nbsp; "Thank you Ensign Lebedeva it is a pleasure to be serving with both of you as well and Ensign Varen is correct.&nbsp; Relaxing is the key along with making new friends."&nbsp; Ava was getting good vibes from both of these women.&nbsp; With the feeling that the three of them would end up being good friends.
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				Post by: <strong>LongN4</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 00:48:26</strong>
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				"Da! I'll try and relax as best as I can!" She took Ava's hands into her own and gave the mature officer a look of thanks and quite possibly admiration&nbsp; before darting after Esign Varen. That is she would have had she not forgotten her bags on the transporter bay. "Ah" running back into the transporter room just before the doors slid shut she grabbed her bags and with a heave and another quick greeting to Ava, she was back out the door sprinting to catch up with the kind Bajoran.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 01:30:00</strong>
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				Looks back and chuckles at the young ensign "So why dont you telll me abit about yourself and where you would like to head next to get settled in"Walking along calmly and slowly as every step she takes&nbsp; seems like she has all the time in the world and a pleasant aura around herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LongN4</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 03:04:07</strong>
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				Catching up with Varen, the new ensign caught her breath as she matched the Bajoran's leisurely pace. "W-well I was born on Andoria to two anthropoligists. I can't say my childhood was very interesting, but I win a continental martial arts tournement where I got recruited into starfleet......um I'd rather not talk about my academy days. I...I'm not really familiar with the ship at all. So if you have any ideas of where to go. I'd be happy to follow you." The blue girl gave Varen a smile that for once didn't seem frantic or overlyfreindly.<br><br>"Ah! What time is it?!" the andorian girl pulled out her datapad and nearly jumped when she saw how much time had passed since she first boarded the McNair. "I need to report to my superior please excuse me!" She gave a quick nod of apology to the Bajoran before running off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 19:15:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> Cerise &nbsp;(http://www.totalsportsmadness.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Oksana_Andersson.jpg) scrambled down the hallways of the space dock, trying to find the right room for the Transporter Bay.&nbsp; Her long red hair flew behind her in delicate waves, some strands falling in front of her eyes which she was quick to brush away.&nbsp; Today had been a big clusterfuck of things.&nbsp; She had so much to do before she left, and it ended up that she had run out of time while running her errands.<br><br>Slowly, she enters, finding that she had been brought to the right place.&nbsp; "Ensign Cerise DeCourti reporting for transportation aboard the USS McNair," she said, looking around as she stepped onto the transport pad.<br><br>She was hoping that she wouldn't be too late, and if she was, that her boss wouldn't be too put off with her.&nbsp; She was supposed to be an assistant support nurse to a Dr. Sahara Tir, who, from what she understood, was serving as the Chief Medical Officer onboard the McNair.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 22:04:08</strong>
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				"Good evening Ensign DeCourti, give me a minute to contact the USS McNair and you'll be on your way."<br><br>=-/\-= USS McNair this is space dock.&nbsp; We have Ensign Cerise DeCourti awaiting transport. =-/\-=<br><br>=-/\-= Space dock this is Transporter Chief Avalona standing by for transport. =-/\-=<br><br>"Well Ensign your cleared to go good luck with your assignment activating transporters now."<br><br>On board the USS McNair Avalona watched&nbsp; her instrument board boasting the signal where needed until the humanoid form with in the transport beam turned to an actual woman standing on the transporter pad.&nbsp; As many times as she had seen the transporter in action and even with all her knowledge about how the thing worked it never ceased to amaze her when someone just seemed to 'magically' appear on the pad. <br><br>"Greetings Ensign Cerise DeCourti.&nbsp; My name is Avalona welcome aboard the USS McNair." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 22:15:04</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Cerise smiled happily and extended her hand towards the Transporter Chief as she stepped off of the Transport Pad on the USS McNair.&nbsp; "A pleasure to meet you, Avalona," she said, smiling sweetly at the other woman.<br><br>She hoisted her bag over her shoulder, and looked around at the room around her, a look of sheer awe on her face.&nbsp; "This is a very nice ship," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "I can't wait to start working on here," she said.<br><br>Turning back to the other woman, she smiled again.&nbsp; "If you don't mind, can you direct me to the Sickbay, please?&nbsp; I'm supposed to let my boss know when I've arrived for duty," she explained.&nbsp; "I'm supposed to be an assistant to Dr. Tir...Have you met her yet?" she asked.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 22:37:45</strong>
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				Smiling Avalona took Cerise's hand.&nbsp; "Its a pleasure to meet you as well Cerise.&nbsp; An assistant to Dr. Tir?&nbsp; Your a nurse then?&nbsp; No I haven't met the doctor yet unfortunately for me she beamed aboard while I was not on duty.&nbsp; I've actually been on board for nearly a month now making sure the transporter was in full working order and then helping with the transfer of materials and personnel during the last stages of the refit."<br><br>"If you'll hand me your data pad there I'll be happy to set in a guidance beacon which will take you directly to sick bay.&nbsp; Or if you would rather have company my shift will be over in a 10 minutes and I would be happy to show you to sick bay personally."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 03:00:55</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Well, it's late," Cerise said, thinking about this.&nbsp; "It's late and I wanted to catch Dr. Tir before she settled out for the night," Cerise explained.&nbsp; "I'm actually already late as it is.&nbsp; Thank you so much for beaming me up," she said.&nbsp; "It'll be nice to know someone on the ship as it is," she said with a smile, as she looked at Avalona.&nbsp; "Though I wish I could stay and chat more.&nbsp; Perhaps when you're off-duty, we'll run into each other.&nbsp; I highly doubt that Doctor Tir will have me doing things this late in the evening," she mused.<br><br>She rummaged through the bag that she was carrying and pulled out her datapad, knowing that the best and quickest thing for her to do was get the beacon, and hopefully that would be enough for her to not get lost.&nbsp; But...then again.<br><br>"Or perhaps I should just wait," she said.&nbsp; "Knowing me, I'd get lost with even the help of a beacon.&nbsp; The only thing that I can truly navigate is the human body," she explained, and then clamped her mouth shut, realizing how that must have sounded.&nbsp; She didn't mean that in any bad, dirty way, and that was how it came out of her mouth.&nbsp; "I meant for medical purposes," she said, a blush creeping into her cheeks as she spoke to the Transporter Chief.&nbsp; "It's definitely been a long day," she said with a sigh.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 22:44:50</strong>
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				Smiling lightly Avalona took the data pad from Cerise's hands tapped out the info she needed on pad then handed it back to the doctors assistant.&nbsp; "There on the screen you have the schematics of the USS McNair.&nbsp; This blue flashing dot is you here in the transporter room.&nbsp; This blue flashing star is your destination.&nbsp; Just follow the little blue dots and you'll be fine ensign.&nbsp; There is no way to get lost if you step away from the path you need to take the data pad will put up flashing red markers to warn you away.&nbsp; Or you can always ask the computer to guide your steps."<br><br>Avalona allowed her eyes to play up and down the doctor's assistant.&nbsp; She really couldn't help herself it was nearing the end of her shift and the ensign's slip up seemed far to good to just let go unnoticed.&nbsp; "Only medical purposes?&nbsp; Ummmm now that's to bad... there is so much that gets missed when navigating a body human or otherwise for purely medical purposes.&nbsp; But if you've had such a bad day perhaps it would be better to go and have a drink in 3-Forward.&nbsp; There is supposed to be some sort of ship warming party mixer type thing going on for the crew to get to know each other.&nbsp; So you might have just as good a chance at finding the good doctor there as you would in sick bay."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 08:06:44</strong>
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				Karn walked from the Observation Lounge and toward the Transporter Room, he'd wanted to see how Avalona was doing, and consult her on the best way to proceed with the Captain. They were heading to the Romulan Nuetral Zone, and the Captain felt that they had all the technology they needed to get them through a fight. Karn didn't like that, not one bit. In his mind, Romulan's should never be trusted. <br><br>They were decietful, conniving, violently ambitious and never to be underestimated. In truth Karn would rather verse a Borg Sphere than go against a Romulan vessel without the proper weapons. <em>The only good Romulan is a dead Romulan in my opinion</em>[/i] Karn thought as he rounded another corner. Soon the Transporter Room was in sight and a second later the doors to the Transporter Room opened and Karn stepped in, accidentily bumping into someone in the process.<br><br>"My apologies...are you alright?" Karn said looking down into the eyes of a stranger in a Starfleet Uniform.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 02:06:25</strong>
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				"Karn!&nbsp; This certainly is a surprise.&nbsp; Did you come to invite me for a drink after work?&nbsp; Aw but where are my manners?&nbsp; Lt. Karn Ju'lan D'grulok this is Ensign Cerise DeCourti Dr. Tir's assistant.&nbsp; Cerise this is Lt. Karn Ju'lan D'grulok Chief Tactical Officer."<br><br>For reasons Avalona could not even explain to herself she did not like the way Karn was looking into Cerise's eyes.&nbsp; She and Karn had never been more than good friends over the last 10 years they had known each other why should it bother her if he took interest in another woman.&nbsp; Maybe she was upset he was throwing his Klingon charm towards the young woman whom she herself was flirting with not all that long before Karn came back into the transporter room.&nbsp; No she didn't think so... after all she had been more teasing the young woman than anything else.<br><br>While she was thinking about this question here relief came in so Avalona went over to brief the ensign on everything that had gone on and the various shipments that were still due to be transported on board before the McNair left space dock the next day.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 04:29:27</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Cerise had just taken the datapad from Avalona and was about to turn around and head on her way, when she found herself bumped up against something.&nbsp; Or, in this case, someone.&nbsp; Blinking a few times, Cerise looked up, her mouth open, ready to apologize for her clumsiness, but was cut off by the person she had knocked into.</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82482.msg3758013#msg3758013">Quote from: Gladiator0161 on 11-10-2010, 08:06:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"My apologies...are you alright?" Karn said looking down into the eyes of a stranger in a Starfleet Uniform.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Yes...It was my mistake," Cerise said, an embarrassed blush coming over her face as she realized how clumsy she had been.&nbsp; "You have nothing to apologize for," she said, regaining her composure, and placing her smile back where it belonged on her pretty face.</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82482.msg3761592#msg3761592">Quote from: Nim on 12-10-2010, 02:06:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Karn!&nbsp; This certainly is a surprise.&nbsp; Did you come to invite me for a drink after work?&nbsp; Aw but where are my manners?&nbsp; Lt. Karn Ju'lan D'grulok this is Ensign Cerise DeCourti Dr. Tir's assistant.&nbsp; Cerise this is Lt. Karn Ju'lan D'grulok Chief Tactical Officer."&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Oh fuck," Cerise thought to herself as Avalona introduced her to the stranger she had just so clumsily knocked into.&nbsp; He was a ranking officer.&nbsp; Just what she needed, to look like a skittish little pup in front of her superiors, whom she was supposed to be trying to impress.&nbsp; If she wasn't in the company of others right now, she would've kicked herself.&nbsp; Maybe she still would, later when she was alone.<br><br>"Lieutenant," Cerise said, smiling politely at the Klingon in front of her.&nbsp; She had been very well versed in many different life forms that this wonderful universe housed.&nbsp; Her job required it.&nbsp; The Academy had taught her well, and she had done her best to be a good student, which very much paid off.<br><br>"It's very nice to meet you," she said with a smile, offering her hand for him to shake.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 04:49:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Yes...It was my mistake," Cerise said, an embarrassed blush coming over her face as she realized how clumsy she had been.&nbsp; "You have nothing to apologize for," she said, regaining her composure, and placing her smile back where it belonged on her pretty face.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Karn was about to let the matter drop and let the Ensign go on with whatever it was she had to do when Avalona decided to be polite and introduce her. Karn put up as much as a genuine smile as he could, though it would look a bit forced.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Karn!&nbsp; This certainly is a surprise.&nbsp; Did you come to invite me for a drink after work?&nbsp; Aw but where are my manners?&nbsp; Lt. Karn Ju'lan D'grulok this is Ensign Cerise DeCourti Dr. Tir's assistant.&nbsp; Cerise this is Lt. Karn Ju'lan D'grulok Chief Tactical Officer."&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He could tell that she was startled, and nervous, probably because he was a Lieutenant, despite this the Ensign stretched out her hand for him to take and he reflexively grabbed her forearm in response. "Nice to meet you as well Ensign, welcome aboard. Now if you'll excuse me I must talk to Avalona for a minute. Perhaps we will speak later" he said a little harsher than he meant. He nodded to the Ensign and allowed her to pass, then waited for the Transporter Cheif to finish her conversation with the person taking over, now that her shift was over. He waited until they finished their conversation before he spoke again.<br><br>"Actually Avalona, I came to get your advice. I am having a hard time understanding our Captains decision on something. I would appreciate it if you would accompany me to Three Forward so we can talk. I am a bit thirsty" Karn said explaining his visit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 05:46:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course Karn I would be happy to help you out in any way that I can.&nbsp; But how about I meet you at 3-forward.&nbsp; I'm just getting of work and I would really like to change my clothing before going to a crew get together.&nbsp; Tell you what why don't you help Cerise find her way there since she is afraid of getting lost and really needs to find Doctor Tir while I go to my room and freshen up a little.&nbsp; Would that work for you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 06:47:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Karn nodded "that is acceptable. See you at the uh.."get together" then." Then the Klingon turned to Cerise and said "I will escort you. Come with me Ensign" his tone of voice making it clear that it was a order and not a request. Then he stepped out of the door and started down the hallway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 07:25:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you Karn.&nbsp; I shall see you there and do not worry I shall be as quick as I can.&nbsp; Take care Cerise I look forward to meeting with you again."&nbsp; Avalona turned and walked out of the door almost on Karn's heels but turned the opposite way and made her way quickly to her quarters.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 06:46:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				=/\= Ops to Lieutenant Teel,&nbsp; We just dropped out of warp.&nbsp; The McNair is on sensors and should be here in a few minutes.&nbsp; The Captain requests the pleasure of your presence in Transporter Room 3 as soon as you're ready.&nbsp; =/\=<br><br>"Thank you Rona.&nbsp; I'll be right there."&nbsp; Kavash had been in the middle of placing the rest of his gear in transport crates.&nbsp; He looked around his room with an almost sad emptiness in his heart.&nbsp; After so many years as a joined Trill, he never got over the feeling of leaving a place he had come to know as home to start a new assignment.&nbsp; But on the other hand the excitement of the new assignment had his senses stirred to peak levels.&nbsp; A chance to work on the McNair, the first Federation ship to implement the SDD Gatekeeper system and the only ship capable of fielding some of the defensive systems that his previous host had been working on prior to his death.&nbsp; A chance to seem many of those systems in action rather than theory was very exciting.<br><br>Kavash placed the last box in the small pyramid of crates he had been building in the middle of his room.&nbsp; The transporter chief would send his personal belongings over to the McNair once they rendezvoused and the McNair told them which quarters would be his.&nbsp; He grabbed a small satchel and a second bag carrying some other items he felt he might need immediately upon arrival.&nbsp; Looking back into the room one last time as he stepped to the door, he sighed and stepped through the open portal.&nbsp; <br><br>The walk through the corridor from his quarters was short and uneventful.&nbsp; The few personnel he met in the halls stopped to shake his hand and wish him luck.&nbsp; They had become his extended family over the past few years and it was hard to leave.&nbsp; Stepping from the turbolift on the deck where transporter room 3 was, Kavash sighed once more, the final steps as part of the Intrepid crew.<br><br>The door to the Transporter room opened, what stood inside caused Kavash to choke up slightly.&nbsp; On either side of the door stood every member of the bridge crew and senior officers that Kavash had come to trust and care about over the years.&nbsp; At the end of the line, in the center of the row they created stood the Intrepid's tall foreboding leader, Captain Myrik Johansen stared at Kavash with a large grin.&nbsp; Each member of the bridge crew shook his hand as he passed.&nbsp; They had given him a going away party a few days ago, but this was their way to show their support for their crewmate.&nbsp; As Kavash reached Captain Johansen, he looked at the other officers.&nbsp; "Detail, dismissed." The group of officers slowly filed out of the transporter room, leaving Kavash and Captain Johansen alone.&nbsp; "I know I've said this a thousand times Kavash, but I hate losing you"&nbsp; He continued to smile regardless of the feelings he had inside.&nbsp; Always the consummate leader.&nbsp; "Captain Mitchell is a good man, but he's more of a diplomat than a warrior, so in a combat situation he is going to be relying a lot on you and his XO.&nbsp; I pray that little ship never sees combat, but if she does, I'm confident with you at tactical she'll have no problems."&nbsp; Captain Johansen stepped over to the center of the transporter stairs and turned back to Kavash.&nbsp; "Once you've worked the bugs out of those system, send some schematics our way.&nbsp; I'm sure Lieutenant Commander Dean would love to implement some of them on the Intrepid."&nbsp; He offered his large powerful hand which Kavash took firmly.&nbsp; "Good luck Kavash.&nbsp; It's been an honor serving with you."&nbsp; Kavash smiled and nodded to the Captain.&nbsp; <br>"It's been an honor serving with you too Captain."&nbsp; With that he released his grip and stepped onto the transporter pad.&nbsp; The Captain walked behind the console and smiled as he energized the transport sequence.&nbsp; <br><br>A moment later, in a flash of light Lieutenant Kavash Teel slowly materialized on the transporter pad of the McNair.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 21:28:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When it came to a transfer of crew from one ship to another their could be a lot of fanfare and an endless amount of pomp and circumstance. A new ship with a new crew often had dignitaries and admirals show up. An older ship rotating out senior staff would have official ceremonies that involved the former captain standing relieved. Makari had seen those, had even attended the ceremony for the McNair. Granted as Ops Chief he had been on the ship since before the official ceremonies had begun, but like the captain he had been there, dressed to impress in formal uniform and wide smile. <br><br>Not everything was so formal though. A last minute roster shift as they were about to embark on a potentially hazardous mission? That fell somewhere short of official ceremonies and long speeches. In fact it fell below the commanding officer or even the executive officer. Both were quite mired in the tasks of running the ship, preparing for the first away mission, and generally being in charge. That meant any ceremony and official things to do with new crew fell squarely on the next rung of the command hierarchy. The second officer. <br><br>So there was Makari, in his normal non formal attire. He stood in the McNair's transporter room casually, talking idly with the transporter chief as the man confirmed that their new crew member was arriving. In the flashing blinking shimmer of light that followed the man appeared out of nothingness, the impression that he simply appeared and not at all that his very self, his very atoms, had been condensed into a data stream and traveled across space like a simple signal before being reassembled in perfect harmony. It sounded so much safer when you simply imagined magical appearances and not the science behind it...<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 06:33:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the transporter slowly finished, the world around him seemed to simply emerge as if he was waking from a very vivid dream and he was opening his eyes for the first time.&nbsp; The transporter Chief stood dutifully at the control panel of the Transporter room.&nbsp; He really didn't need to do much as the Intrepid had started the beaming process.&nbsp; The other man, skinny with blonde hair and almost romanesquely chiseled features stood nearby watching Kavash materialize.&nbsp; <em>Two gold pips and one black pip with a red uniform</em>&nbsp; Kavash's mind raced for a second, over so many lifetimes he had amassed so much knowledge it was hard to keep track sometimes.&nbsp; <br><br>Stepping down from the pad, he shifted the satchel back on his shoulder and offered up a hand to the man standing before him.&nbsp; "Lt Commander Osiel?&nbsp; I'm Lieutenant Kavash Teel, Pleasure to be joining the crew sir."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 16:42:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Makari watched as the transporter stream brightened and then faded into nothingness. In place of the once empty air was now a Trill man in the standard yellows of the non command division of Starfleet. Even if Makari had not browsed the crew files he would have known who the man was. Trill tended to stand out. Something about having a hundred lifetimes to develop a name for themselves aided that. But more to the point, the crew was complete short of the one man. He was the straggler they were waiting on. It would have been hard to not know who he was. <br><br>"Lieutenant Teel, welcome aboard the McNair, your service record is... illustrious and long, I hope our little science vessel provides enough challenge for you... and I mean that in a 'gods don't let us find endless battles' kind of way," Makari said gently, a smile on his face. This wasn't the formal meet and greet that had happened days before as the ship was officially launched. Nor was it a formal changing of the guard when crew shuffled in and out. One man arriving late, sans fanfare, that was all it was. Not that it made the arrival any less important. <br><br>Makari accepted the extended hand and shook it firmly. "The captain regrets being unable to greet you himself, but we are setting off immediately for our first mission and he and the XO are quite busy, but I assure you they are eager to speak with you, for the moment you get me though, so is there anything I can do for you? Any questions I can answer?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 16:58:15</strong>
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				<em> "The captain regrets being unable to greet you himself, but we are setting off immediately for our first mission and he and the XO are quite busy, but I assure you they are eager to speak with you, for the moment you get me though, so is there anything I can do for you? Any questions I can answer?"</em><br><br>Shaking the second officers hand firmly then releasing it, Kavash took a moment to size up the man standing in front of him.&nbsp; "Do not worry about it Commander, I'm quite sure the comings and goings of a new Lieutenant to the ship are not the highest priority right now."&nbsp; He offered a hand pointed in the direction of the door suggesting that Makari might lead the way into the corridor.&nbsp; "I am eager to meet them too, but in due time.&nbsp; If you could tell me where my quarters are so I can make sure that Chief Drennen didn't forget something when he transported my effects over"&nbsp; He smile slyly at the comment, the Chief was a good man if not a bit of a prankster.&nbsp; "I would like to drop my bags off and report to the bridge so I can begin assessing the McNair's capabilities."&nbsp; Following Makari into the corridor, presumably towards a turbo lift, Kavash marveled that the McNair still had that new smell to the corridors.&nbsp; "Can you tell me how far we are from the Neutral Zone?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 05:36:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Makari smiled at the ships newest officer and waited as the man accepted his hand shake. "Oh, I'm hardly worried, I leave the worrying for the Captain and the other senior officers, like Tactical Chief, always such worriers... OPS though? We never worry, we just cut your sensor power allowances and watch you worry..." He said with a smile after their initial greeting via handshake had concluded. "But it is true, with this new mission already upon us, everyone is busy, and the fact we have no clue WHAT we will face...." Makari shook his head. "Enough of that talk though, you must have read the mission report already, and the Captain or XO will no doubt explain things better than I ever could when you meet with them anyway,"<br><br>"Let me escort you to your quarters then, it is the first sign of a gracious host when he holds a door and walks a person to their room... I learned that in Risian hotels 101... you wouldn't want to know the rest of the lessons in that plan... Risian stuff..." Makari laughed gently and stepped out of the transporter room and into the hall. <br><br>"We are too close for comfort... I don't have the exact data, I was working on power schedules and sorting out some ratios to give everyone what they needed this mission when the Captain was plotting the course, but we are due to arrive very soon. From then on it will be tense, but I hardly need to tell you that,"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 19:43:21</strong>
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				&lt;&lt;-----Moving to Corridors-----&gt;&gt;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 17:32:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Avalona was on duty in the transporter room when orders came through to prepare for sending an away team to the surface of the planet.&nbsp; The excitement in the room was almost palatable.&nbsp; All away missions lent an air of mystery and excitement to each voyage but this was the first away mission for the crew of the USS McNair so that made it all the more special.&nbsp; Ava had to smile at her companion's excitement.&nbsp; This would be the first time the ensign would assist in a planet side transport and he was brimming with all kinds of questions which he repeated one after the other. <br><br>The Transporter Chief turned when she heard the swish of the doors to see Lt. Lugus Chief Science Officer enter the room.&nbsp; If the man was excited about the prospects of this first away mission it most certainly did not show on his face nor in any of his other mannerisms.&nbsp; In fact Ava wasn't surprised at all when after a brief professional greeting the Vulcan briefly glanced over the instrument panel checking the coordinators for the landing sight.&nbsp; <br><br>Once satisfied that all was in order Lt.&nbsp; Lugus stepped up onto the transporter platform to await the arrival of the rest of the away team.&nbsp; Standing at attention with only the slight variation of having his hands clasped behind his back thinking about their orders for this mission.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 00:08:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The doors slid open once more to reveal Lieutenant Tosh standing on the other side.&nbsp; Over each shoulder was the strap for a weapons case he carried on either side of him.&nbsp; He walked in, giving Lugus and Avalona a polite nod before pulling each of the dark colored cases from his sides and setting them down next to the transporter console.&nbsp; The tall man knelt down upon one knee, setting the first case sideways atop the second and flipping the locking clasps open.&nbsp; As he pushed the lid up, a set of three compression rifles.&nbsp; Tosh pulled the first out and began to examine it.&nbsp; He powered up the weapon and checked the energy cell.&nbsp; While doing so, he spoke to Lt. Lugus.<br><br>"Lieutenant, would you prefer a compression rifle or will a standard phaser suffice?"&nbsp; He said, finally turning to look at the man as he spoke the last word.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 02:46:06</strong>
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				Lieutenant Lugus returned Lt. Tosh's polite nod then watched as the chief of security powered up the compression rifle.&nbsp; Upon hearing the Lieutenant's question Lugus stepped back down from the transporter pad and walked over to the security chief's side.&nbsp; "There is always the possibility of danger on any away mission. However given the circumstances of where this planet is located it would be logical to take every precaution possible."&nbsp; <br><br>The rifle that could be worn over the shoulder would pose no problems when not being held would not get in the way of running the tests needed to be taken on the surface.&nbsp; Depending on what conditions they found on the surface there was more scientific equipment which would be beamed down when asked for.&nbsp; Lugus took the offered weapon and looked it over just as Tosh had done.&nbsp; Not that he didn't trust the security chief's judgment it was just a matter of checking the levels for his own knowledge.&nbsp; "Will more of your men be joining us Lieutenant or just those who were ordered to beam down by the Commander?"&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 19:06:01</strong>
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				After Lugus took the rifle, Tosh stood and slipped his own rifle over his shoulder before turning to the Vulcan.&nbsp; "I have one of my security officers accompanying us.&nbsp; Given the nature of the mission and the unlikelihood of encountering hostiles, I believe one officer and myself should be adequate for general security.&nbsp; In the event that we do encounter a hostile force, you and the Commander will have weapons at the ready."&nbsp; Tosh explained.<br><br>It was only a few minutes longer before the young security officer he spoke of joined them.&nbsp; He was equipped with one of the rifles from the case before joining the other two men to await the rest of the team.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 07:21:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Val walked into the room, the doors sliding open to admit him in the middle of the conversation about the rifle.&nbsp; He nodded to both of the men present and moved to the equipment bay standard in the room.&nbsp; After they had finished talking, looking at Tosh, "If you are going to ask me the same, I would prefer a rifle but..."<br><br>He opened the standard equipment bay in the side compartment of the transporter room, and pulled out two Type 1 phasers, slipping one in his boot and the other in his pocket.&nbsp; "I don't expect anything, I just learned a long time ago to have a backup weapon or two, even if low powered."&nbsp; He also grabbed a ((If Lugus doesn't have one,&nbsp; he grabs two)) Tricorder from the locker and slips it in his pocket.<br><br>Moving back toward Lugus and Tosh, ((and hands Lugus a tricorder if Lugus doesn't have one)) he reached out for a compression rifle.<br><br>"As Lt. Luguns said, this could be a dangerous situation."&nbsp; He nodded a respectful nod to his superior, "Sir."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 16:31:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lt. Lugus shook his head lightly at the offered tricorder.&nbsp; "Thank you Mr. th-Zarth but I have brought one with me already."&nbsp; He had not been working with his Jr. officer for very long but from everything that Lugus had seen so far Mr. th-Zarth had a good head on his shoulders.&nbsp; Which for the science officer meant that the two of them should get along well enough.&nbsp; <br><br>After returning Mr. th-Zarth respectful nod the chief science officer watched with curiosity to see Lieutenant Tosh's response.&nbsp; Lt. Lugus had always found the Angosian's to be a very fascinating race but this was the first time he had actually been able to work so closely with one.&nbsp; Leaving the two men to talk about the compression rifle Lugus moved to take another look at the equipment that was waiting off to the side to be beamed down if or when it was found to be needed.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 19:29:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tosh turned to face Val.&nbsp; He had enjoyed their short and polite conversation in Three-forward before the ship had embarked on its first mission.&nbsp; Now was the time to be professional though.&nbsp; The security chief looked Keval in the eye as he spoke.&nbsp; "I'm afraid the last rifle in that case is for Commander MacReady.&nbsp; With three of us armed with rifles and the rest carrying standard phasers, it will be more than enough protection.&nbsp; Do not worry."&nbsp; The man said before kneeling down and opening the second case which held a compliment of standard phasers.<br><br>"I see some of you already have these equipped, but I thought it better to bring these as a precaution."&nbsp; Tosh said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 10:49:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Val considered taking a Type II phaser along with him.&nbsp; Several situations in his youth told him that doing so wouldn't be out of sorts, Romulans often did not do a full search if they were in a hurry and having an obvious weapon would make it more likely he would not have his main weapon taken.&nbsp; Considering this for a few moments, he decided to follow his gut, while it had occasionally been wrong being too protected seemed to hurt little.&nbsp; He nodded to Tosh with a smile, "Understood."<br><br>Val walked back to the Equipment locker and grabbed a Type II phaser from there to replace the Type I in his pocket, "To present an obvious weapon should we find Romulans down there."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 23:35:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lewis whistled a light piece of music by Delvok as he entered the transporter room. The whistle died midnote though, as he realised he was not the first to arrive. Present were Lt. Lugus, the Vulcan science officer he had met earlier, The Andorian Pilot, Keval Th-Zanth, and a third man that had been responsible for Lewis's loss of breath. <em>It's the same monster I watched this morning training in the holodeck</em> he thought becoming slightly flushed with the memory of the hardworking and sweaty Security Officer. <br><br>"Hello gorgeous." he sighs as he steps through the doors and is immediately embarrassed. <em>Can't believe I said that outloud! Gods I hope no one heard that,</em> he thinks in a growing panic. <em>Come on, pull it together! Can't have you screwing up. Captain and the Chief will shut me off permanently if I do.</em> Stepping up to the large man Lewis nervously asks, "Could you please hand me one of those as well. I, um well, I wasn't issued one yet. So yeah. You wouldn't happen to have a clip and belt for these a well would you? no....hmm okay I'll manage." Lewis rambles while considering how he's going to carry the weapon. He smiles briefly as the solution comes to him suddenly. He simply lines the phaser he now carries up with his hip and pushes, effectively absorbing and enveloping the weapon under his "skin" with a slight ripple of energy. "There that should do. So who are we waiting on?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 01:40:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Samuel stepped into the Transporter Room, carrying a Phaser on his right hip and a Tricorder on his left.&nbsp; Yes, he was a soldier, and a leader, not a scientist, but you never knew when the need for a spare might arise.&nbsp; After all, Samuel had taken the same basic science courses that every Starfleet Academy student had to take in the course of their academic career.&nbsp; He noted the presence of th-Zarth, Lugus, Tosh, and the new EEH experimental program.&nbsp; "Alright, I believe that everyone is here."&nbsp; <br><br>He turned to the Chief of Security.&nbsp; "Lt. Tosh, the compression rifle, if you would."&nbsp; Once he had it, he indicated the transport platform.&nbsp; "Everyone on.&nbsp; Tosh, me, and Lugus up front.&nbsp; Everyone else in back.&nbsp; Stay frosty.&nbsp; The planet is supposed to be uninhabited, but we're in gray territory.&nbsp; No one moves alone.&nbsp; You find a strange reading, you call one of us."&nbsp; He turned to the other two rifle carriers in the room.&nbsp; "Lt. Tosh, in the event of my incapacitation, you are in command."&nbsp; He then spoke to Lugus.&nbsp; "Lt. Lugus...you're the scientist out of the three of us.&nbsp; You have scientific command of the mission."<br><br>He looked at the pair of Lts.&nbsp; "Any questions?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 18:22:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes glanced up when he heard the unfamiliar voice though it was unclear who the man was talking to.&nbsp; Tosh took a moment to look at the man a bit closer.&nbsp; Something did not seem right about him.&nbsp; The security chief could not quite place it, but he did not seem like just a human.&nbsp; The mystery was solved soon when the man came closer and rambled about acquiring a phaser.&nbsp; Lt. Tosh handed over one of the weapons only to watch Lewis absorb it into his body.&nbsp; That was why he didn't seem like the others around him.&nbsp; He was not only a non-human, he was a non-life form.&nbsp; A hologram.&nbsp; Tosh simply nodded to him and was about to answer his question when Commander MacReady entered.<br><br>"It appears no one."&nbsp; He said before turning to step up onto the transporter platform.&nbsp; Tosh gave the rifle to MacReady when prompted.&nbsp; He nodded to the orders which really didn't have to be given.&nbsp; He knew well enough what to do in the worst case eventuality.<br><br>"None.&nbsp; I am ready when the team is."&nbsp; Tosh said, holding his rifle with both hands and waiting for the transporter to activate.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 05:14:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ava watched and listened as the members of the away team began to filter in and inter act with each other.&nbsp; While it was true away missions tended to have an air of seriousness about them just by their very nature this away team as assembled thus far seemed to lack any signs of humor whatsoever.&nbsp; Although privately she found their conversation of weapons and weapons size rather amusing.&nbsp; What was it with men and guns that made them always want the biggest gun they could lay their hands on.&nbsp; <br><br>Lt. Lugus listened quietly as Commander MacReady gave his orders for the mission.&nbsp; Then following Lt. Tosh's example he unslung the rifle from his shoulder as he stepped up onto the transporter pad to take his position there with the muzzle of the gun pointed towards the deck in a deceptively casual manner.&nbsp; "No questions at this time Commander."&nbsp; Came the Vulcan's unemotional crisp voice.&nbsp; <br><br>Once everyone was on the platform and ready to go Avalona looked up at the men standing there, "Good luck gentlemen.&nbsp; I'll be waiting to bring you home safely again."&nbsp; Then once the word was given Avalona looked back down at the controls and activated the transporter sending the first away team down to the planets surface.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 12:31:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright, Chief.&nbsp; Energize."&nbsp; And with the throwing of a switch, the Away Team disappeared from the McNair and headed on down to the planet.<br><br>&gt;&gt;Away Team, Moving to Planet Thread&lt;&lt;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 19:20:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				=/\= Transporter room, medical emergency - lock onto Lieutenant Lugus and transport him directly to sickbay. Once secured, lock onto the remaining team and get the back on the ship. =/\=<br><br>Avalona frowned hearing the captains order but went right to work locking on to Lieutenant Lugus.&nbsp; Tapping on her com badge quickly,<br><br>=/\= Transporter Chief Avalona to away team.&nbsp; I have a lock on Lieutenant Lugus beaming in now.&nbsp; Prepare for beam up once the Chief Science Officer is secure.=/\=<br><br>=/\= Aye captain locked onto the Lieutenant now and beaming to sick bay. =/\=<br><br>=/\= Transporter room to sick bay.&nbsp; I'm beaming Lt. Lugus in now.&nbsp; =/\=<br><br>Once the away team materialized on the pad Avalona sent to the bridge.<br><br>=/\= Avalona to bridge. Captain the science officer Lt. Lugus has been transported to sick bay and the away team is now aboard the McNair. =/\=<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 21:58:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once back aboard, the first thing that MacReady did was contact the Captain. <br><br>=/\= Captain Mitchell, this is Commander MacReady.&nbsp; I'm heading to Sickbay to check Lt. Lugus.&nbsp; Lt. Tosh was on the scene when it happened, I'll have him report to you ASAP. =/\=<br><br>That done, MacReady kept his word, heading straight for Sickbay to speak to Lt. Tir.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 06:01:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Val followed MacReady, wondering where the rest of the Away Team was...<br><br>He kept quiet, he had only been on the ship for a very short time but the Science Officer deserved to have those he worked with there, even if his Vulcan ways would not allow him to feel or express the support.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 20:41:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Lt. Lewis R Scott EEH Transporter Room from Planet-side:</strong><br>Lewis watched the others leave the transporter room anxiously. Waiting until he was alone with the transporter chief before he spoke.<br><br>"Chief I require your assistance." Lewis said in a rather business-like manner." It appears that in all the chaos and rush none of the crew thought to recover Lieutenant Lugus armband from the surface. I need you to locate it and beam it directly to engineering. I am hoping the device may give us some insight as to the cause of the Malfunction.Though I understand that the calculations for such a task our daunting." the EEH said with what he hoped was a reassuring smile. <br><br>"I have faith you will get it too me ASAP.Excuse me I have much to investigate."<br><br>&gt;&gt; Headed to engineering&gt;&gt;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 03:45:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>~Avalona listing to&nbsp; Lt. Lewis R Scott's request~</strong><br><br>With as much interaction as Ava had working with Lt. Scott prior to leaving space dock it never failed to amaze Avalona just how life like the engineering hologram Lt came across as being.&nbsp; The personal touch of a reassuring smile was just one example of well the EEH had been programmed.&nbsp; <br><br>"Don't worry Lt. Scott if there is anything left of the armband I'll find it and beam it to you in engineering."<br><br>Even as the swish of the doors were heard Ava was already scanning the planet for whatever was left of Lt. Lugus's armband.&nbsp; Some might have argued it would have been like looking for a needle in a haystack but it actually turned out to be not all that difficult of a task.&nbsp; At least not for an experienced transporter chief.&nbsp; The only real hard part was that the armband itself and broken into half a dozen smaller pieces.&nbsp; But by utilizing all the transporter pads Ava brought the pieces aboard the ship then beamed them directly to a prearranged containment field within engineering which had been created for just such purposes.&nbsp; Tapping her com badge in the process...<br><br>=/\= Transporter Chief Avalona to Lt. Scott EEH.&nbsp; I have located the pieces of Lt. Lugus's armband and am Beaming them to the prearranged containment field. =/\=&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 06:13:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				=/\= Acknowledged Chief thank.... Fuck!.......Sir, the engineering deck is not the place for tourists especially when there is a alert sounding..if you'd please return to your quarters...=/\=
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 21:11:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Ensign Ava, send this group of gel packs to the planets surface, these coordinates," Dun sent them via ship board communication.&nbsp; "Then, when we begin the inoculations, I would recommend holding the crew in the transporter buffers for as long as it takes for the life forms to clear.&nbsp; Lt McGalleon out."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 05:37:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ava sent the group of gel packs to the planets surface then sent back her reply via ship board communications.&nbsp; <strong>"Gel Packs sent to the planets surface awaiting first group for inoculations, I'll wait and go through the last group so that you can work the transporters.&nbsp; Transporter Chief out."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>The aging process had not been as extreme as some of the crew she had heard stories from but it had been enough to make her have to concentrate a little harder to keep her form in its perfect condition leaving her skin looking stretched and thin on her face and neck.&nbsp; A fact which she was not at all pleased with considering she prided herself on her ability to transform to a perfect replica of every species who belonged to the federation and a couple dozen who did not. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 21:33:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Cerise had barely made it to the Transporter room with two minutes to spare.&nbsp; She had hauled herself back to her quarters, knowing that she had a deadline to meet.&nbsp; She was still reeling from the kiss that she had shared with Kavash in the Sickbay, and even thinking about it now made her blush profusely.&nbsp; Today, and maybe other days from now on would be very, very good for her.<br><br>She waited for the doors to slide open before she stepped into the room, looking around.&nbsp; He wasn't there yet, which was good.&nbsp; She wanted a minute to catch her breath before she met with him.&nbsp; She smoothed down the sides of her &nbsp;black dress &nbsp;(http://idn.efashionsolutions.com/asset/image/format/MD-detail-thumb/id/MD-1000144425_c253_front), happy with her choice of wardrobe for today.&nbsp; It wasn't overly dressy, nor was it something drab either.&nbsp; It was fun and flirty, like her, she thought.&nbsp; She ran her hands through her hair, clutching her bag with the other hand.<br><br>She hoped that she would have fun today, and a big part of her knew that she would.&nbsp; Kavash, from what she had experienced so far, was great company.&nbsp; She wanted to be able to get her own piece of that company if he would let her.&nbsp; "I can't wait to tell Brady about this," she thought to herself, grinning and wondering how her friend was doing on his own date with the Security Chief.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 06:52:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kavash stepped into the transporter room as the doors slid open for him.&nbsp; He was a little short on breath as he had run the last few corridors to make the rendezvous on time.&nbsp; He hadn't shaved in a few days, and considering what had happened, hadn't needed too, but now that he was back to his normal self, the light grizzled beard was showing.&nbsp; He wore a light grey loose fitting shirt with sleeves down to the mid-forearm and a worn and beaten leather vest which had a semi-hard collar around his neck.&nbsp; His pants and boots were pretty non-descript black slacks and boots.&nbsp; He carried a small pack which was obviously packed full of something.<br><br>"Sorry..." He said between breathes as he attempted to catch them.&nbsp; "The replicator was having trouble with something I wanted so I had to program the ingredients.&nbsp; Apparently I need to update the computer with my list of favorites."&nbsp; His eye slowly swept over Cerise and he gave her a childish yet approving smile.&nbsp; "I also apologize for my outfit, apparently I haven't really unpacked my belongings since I arrived."&nbsp; With a very exaggerated droop of his shoulders he turned to the transporter tech and smiled.&nbsp; "May I?" gesturing towards the coordinates keypad.&nbsp; "This place is going to be a bit off grid, so don't worry about keeping a lock on us.&nbsp; I'll give you a call when we're ready."&nbsp; The tech nodded as Kavash adeptly punched in a set of coordinates. <br><br>Stepping away from the console, he reached out for Cerise's hand as he headed towards the transporter pad.&nbsp; "Shall we?"&nbsp; He smiled at her brightly, watching her eyes as they took positions on the pad.&nbsp; The transporter engaged and the transporter room of the McNair slowly began to fade as their particles were scrambled and stored in the ships systems to be sent down to the planet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103441.0)<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 05:01:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They each stepped into the transporter room, Tosh allowing the Captain to move ahead first.&nbsp; He ushered Brady in before he took up the rear and stood beside the young man, letting his eagerness peek through just the tiniest bit.&nbsp; "So, will you be going to Arkaria as well, Captain?&nbsp; I hear it is quite breathtaking," the security chief said, trying to switch conversation from the two of them back to the captain.&nbsp; "Don't let us keep you from your destination.&nbsp; I'm sure you want to get away just as much as we do."&nbsp; Tosh said glancing to the transporter pad then back to Airik.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 23:58:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brady walked slightly behind the Captain, unsure of himself. It was all too odd for him. As they entered the transporter room everyone stood around as though waiting for the next move. Luckily, Tosh was the one who took the bull by the horns and offered up the transporter.<br><br>==<br><br>Airik entered the transporter room and stood off to the side. He nodded to the transporter chief and began waiting patiently. He turned to Lieutenant Tosh. “Oh no, Lieutenant. I’m not going down just yet. Though I do have plans to bring the dog down. I’m just here to pick up a delivery from the planet.” He motioned to the pad. “Please, enjoy your time on the planet.” He looked at Brady. “I’m sure I’ll see you when you return.”<br><br>==<br><br>Brady swallowed slightly. Was he in trouble? No, couldn’t be. He hadn’t done anything…yet. Brady wondered how long it would be before his uncle learned about Lieutenant Tosh. He wasn’t totally looking forward to that conversation. “Uh, thank you Captain.” Brady said as he stepped onto the pad. “Lieutenant?” Brady asked Tosh hesitantly. It was all so…well…odd.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 04:41:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Angosian gave a simple nod as was his way with such matters of ending small talk.&nbsp; He stepped up onto the pad next to Brady, each with their bag in hand.&nbsp; He looked to Brady for a moment, reassuringly then nodded to the Captain.&nbsp; "Would you mind sending us down, Captain?"&nbsp; He asked before giving Airik the coordinates that he had plotted earlier.&nbsp; They would be set down at the foot of a mountain, halfway between a pond and a small settlement a few miles away.&nbsp; Tosh figured they could do some climbing then go for a swim before they set up camp for the evening.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 02:11:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Airik Mitchell looked a moment longer at Brady. He wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about the Chief Security Officer and his partner’s nephew going down to the planet together. Airik knew that Brady was an adult and thus far Lieutenant Tosh seemed to be an honorable man. “Of course, Lieutenant.” The Captain motioned to the transporter pad with his hand and then moved behind the station. He nodded at the coordinates and entered them into the computer.<br><br>“Be safe.” Airik said, looking at Brady.<br><br>The two vanished in the haze of transporter. <br><br>Continued here (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103614.0)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 15:56:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Makari arrived in the transporter room with a scarf bursting with sea-tone colors draped around his neck. He had picked it up back on Earth when at the Academy, on some hiking trip with his classmates. And then it had sat in a drawer all but forgotten about. Apparently hiking could cause a cold neck. But most other times in life? Especially life on an environmentally controlled starship? Well a neck stayed quite toasty, as did the rest of a person... which was why he was glad he hadn't let his flight of fancy get too out of hand and purchase the full parka and galoshes he had almost gotten... the fact it had been fall and not winter during the trip probably had more to do with that then his impulse control did though.... he would claim the latter was the reason of course. It just sounded better. <br><br>So there he was, sans golashes. REady for whatever might come his way. And hoping it did not involve a transporter accident where his DNA was spliced with some fruit fly. He had seen that old Earth movie and never liked it much. Those less advanced humans hadn't known what transporters were of course. But they had hit the nail on the head with the after effects of an accident. And Makari knew that all it took was the fail-safes failing for such a mishap... And he would look so not hot as a flyman. Not that he was a speciest or anything. He had nothing against the Flymen of Parsus Seven. He just didn't want to become some biohazard accidental version of one....<br><br>He had a feeling Darrin wouldn't want him to become one either. Speaking of Darrin... Makari grinned as he scanned the small room looking for the junior officer. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 03:13:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Darrin's eyes went wide, then he grinned at the Commander.&nbsp; "Nice scarf!"&nbsp; he commented, nodding his head as he allowed his eyes go take in the whole of the man before him, starting at his feet and moving up the blonde's toned body to perfectly mussed hair.&nbsp; His own scarf of dark blue of soft wool shot through with silver strands of silk was wrapped around his neck once then left to trail down to his waist.&nbsp; <br><br>Darrin shifted the wicker basket from his right hand to his left hand&nbsp; and held the unoccupied hand up to wave at his commander.&nbsp; Dark brows pulled in on themselves for a moment as he took in Makari's expression.&nbsp; <em>What could he be thinking about?&nbsp; He looks like a fly trapped in a web.</em>&nbsp; He thought.&nbsp; "Ready Commander?"&nbsp; He asked as he shifted over for Makari to stand next to him.&nbsp; <br><br>He'd given the coordinates to the Ensign manning the transport already.&nbsp; "Two to beam."&nbsp; He nodded to the Ensign.<br><br>continues planet side (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91759.msg4592085#msg4592085)<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 05:17:21</strong>
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				Jeela finally arrived onto the McNair as she held her suitcases and a small bag of personal things around her arms.&nbsp; It was time for a new ship and a new beginning and this time, she was going to be in charge of her own department.&nbsp; She rose through the ranks and had been offered many ships to serve on, but the McNair was the ship that she had felt the most comfortable with.&nbsp; There was tolerance for people that were like her on her other assignments but that was because it was ordered by the Captains of her previous assignments.&nbsp; This time on the McNair, she felt like she was starting to belong the moment that she stepped off the transporter pad and walked out of the room.<br><br>Down the hallway, she had wanted to get herself settled in but before she could, she had to check her computer messages.&nbsp; She was hoping that a certain message would had finally reached her from subspace radio.&nbsp; As she had went through the messages, not a single one was from the one that she expected, the woman that she loved very much.&nbsp; Most of the messages were from her old crewmates wishing her well but the latest one came from someone very important.<br><br>“Counselor Jeela Lurae is to report to the Captain’s ready room when she is available.”&nbsp; The computer chirped in its almost monotone but yet distinctive feminine voice.<br><br>Jeela let out a soft sigh as she acknowledged the request.&nbsp; Still taking her bags with her, she had made her way to the bridge and into the ready room, hoping that she was not interrupting anything important.<br><br>Continued On (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82492.msg4825539#msg4825539)
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Transporter Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 14:09:00</strong>
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				<strong>*** Aboard the USS <em>Da Vinci</em> ***</strong><br><br>Lieutenant JG Mazon Perim took one last look around the very nearly empty quarters that had been his for the last year, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything. He was going to miss this ship. It had been his first assignment out of Starfleet Academy, and there's nothing quite like your first. He sighed and headed down to the transporter room.<br><br>They were coming in to dock at Arkaria Station for some minor repairs, the baryon sweep at the Remmler Array, and some crew rotation with the USS <em>McNair</em>. He was being transferred to the <em>McNair</em>, where his talents would be better utilized, and as much as he looked forward to meeting new people and facing new challenges, he knew it was going to be a bittersweet parting.<br><br>He arrived at the transporter room and found Captain Hawthorne himself standing there in front of the podium.<br><br>"Captain?"<br><br>The captain of the <em>Da Vinci</em> took a step in his direction and held out his hand. It was a Human custom that he had had to get used to when he joined Starfleet, but it was one that he found comforting. He wished more people back on the Trill homeworld did something like it. He reached out himself and grasped the other man's hand for a moment.<br><br>"It's just not going to be the same without you around here, Maze. Hell, I wouldn't even be here if it hadn't been for you."<br><br>"I was only part of the team that rescued you, sir."<br><br>"Exactly. But hey, it earned you a medal, right? Nothing to sneeze at." Hawthorne smiled as he stepped back to allow Maze room to reach the transporter pad."Don't forget all about us aboard that fancy new ship, you hear?"<br><br>Maze smiled as he stepped up onto the pad. "No, sir. There's plenty of exciting new things waiting for me on my new assignment, but I'll always remember what happened here." He straightened up a little, standing to attention. "Permission to disembark, sir."<br><br>Hawthorne also stood to attention, formalizing the ritual. "Permission granted. Energize."<br><br>The transporter chief initiated the transport sequence, and the next thing he knew, he was standing in the transporter room of the <em>McNair</em>.<br><br>"Welcome aboard, sir." The transporter officer was an enlisted man, which is why he had called someone with Perim's rank sir. Maze guessed it was something he was going to have to get used to. It still didn't feel right, having someone else call him sir.<br><br>"What's your name, crewman?" He asked as he stepped off the platform.<br><br>"DeSoto, sir. Petty Officer second class Martin DeSoto."<br><br>"Well, thank you DeSoto. Has my luggage already arrived, do you know?"<br><br>"Yes, sir. It was beamed directly to your quarters about fifteen minutes ago."<br><br>"Thank you."<br><br>Maze stepped out into the corridor. Everything looked different on this ship, even the corridors. It was exciting and fresh and new. He had learned the layout of the new ship design and knew where the nearest turbolift was, but it was still something to actually be here. He stood outside the turbolift doors and waited for them to open, looking at everything in the corridor around him.<br><br>When they whooshed open, he found himself looking into the face of a Vulcan in engineering colors. He wore two pips on his collar, which meant he outranked Maze.<br><br>"Sir," he acknowledged the other man's superior rank as he entered the turbolift. He stated his destination to the computer, "Deck four," as the doors closed and he could feel the slight shift under his feet as it began moving.<br><br>"Are you one of the new officers?" asked the Vulcan. "I do not recall having seen you before."<br><br>"Yes, sir. Lieutenant JG Mazon Perim. I've been assigned to the physical sciences lab."<br><br>"You are of the Trill species, I take it?"<br><br>"Yes, sir." Maze laughed a little. It wasn't exactly hard to tell Trill, what with the spots going down the sides of their faces. "The spots are a dead giveaway every time."<br><br>The Vulcan tilted his head. Maze kicked himself internally. Why did he try to make a joke with a Vulcan?<br><br>"Yes, that was how I was able to tell."<br><br>The doors opened as the turbolift car came to a stop at deck four. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't get your name."<br><br>"I am Lieutenant Sevek."<br><br>"Pleasure to meet you, sir."<br><br>"Likewise."<br><br>The turbolift doors closed after Maze had exited and he made his way to his new quarters.<br><br>He checked to make sure that his case had arrived. It wasn't a particularly large one, as he had learned to travel light as a Starfleet officer, and he hadn't had much time yet to gather up mementos of his term of service. He looked around the room, taking it all in. It was a different layout from what he was used to, but he knew it wouldn't take long for him to get used to it. Unpacking could wait, though. There was another formality for him to take care of - reporting for duty.<br><br>"Computer, location of Captain Mitchell?"<br><br>"Captain Mitchell is in the Ready Room."<br><br>He nodded and made his way out of his quarters and back to the turbolift. No time like the present to present himself formally to his new commanding officer.<br><br>(Continued in Bridge thread)
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