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				Title: <strong>USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge [archive]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 01:20:26</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 18:26:10</strong>
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				&lt;OOC: There is a kitchen behind the bar and cold storage enough for a weeks worth of dinners for the full compliment of 80.&nbsp; Addition provided by your humble Captain, thankyou, alxnjsh!&gt;<br><br>Power was wonderful, especially in excess.&nbsp; Who didn't want more power than they knew what to do with?&nbsp; In almost every case, surplus made everyone happy.&nbsp; This was not the case, however.<br><br>Certain systems were only designed to route so much juice.&nbsp; With the source of power that streamed throughout the ship being twice that of normal, Dun had to think of creative ways to keep replicators, for one, running.&nbsp; Who would have thought about cooking at over a 1000 degrees Celsius and why were they in charge of laying out his ship?<br><br>"Carn tú olc le fuíoll!"&nbsp; With a loud bang, Dun's head emerged from the wall panel covered in sweat and bits of insulation.&nbsp; He was rubbing his forehead and still mumbling as he grabbed for a tool and dove back in.&nbsp; All he had to do was limit the power, it was so easy sounding...<br><br>The ovens and flat grill top behind the replicator bank had been easier to fix.&nbsp; There was now a selectable and manageable array of temperatures available for cooking that would hopefully not melt hands or cookware.&nbsp; And then there was the cold storage.&nbsp; Well, it was cold!&nbsp; That system loved extra power, alot.<br><br>The kitchen had been an addition that he had requested personally.&nbsp; Nothing brought people together like freshly prepared foods and it lifted their spirits at the most impossible times.&nbsp; It was such an easy matter to replicate what you needed, but sometimes a fresh layered cake for a birthday was just what the doctor ordered.&nbsp; It catered to the special and homey touch that was so rare and hard to come by in space.<br><br>With a dramatic sigh, Dun closed everything up and dismissed the harried techs that he had commandeered for what had nearly been an all day job.&nbsp; A day in which he never thought about nourishment till now, and gods, he was hungry.&nbsp; Eying the replicator with suspicion, Dun walked up to it and coddled it with his tone, treating it like the wayward child he was well accustomed to.<br><br>"Shepherds Pie variant one."&nbsp; The machinery whirred and clicked, sat silent for a second, whirred and clicked... He smacked the bulkhead above the machine.&nbsp; "Cén fáth a bheidh i..." he said in a menacingly low tone meant only for the replicator that was about to meet its end if it did not perform appropriately.&nbsp; Then the food materialized.&nbsp; Followed by the aromas he was so accustomed to.&nbsp; With a nod, he took the small dish to the bar and took a spoonful and analyzed it critically.&nbsp; It appeared that his recipe was replicated to his specifications.&nbsp; He cooled off the bite with his breath and sampled his handy work.&nbsp; Not as good as home, but it would work.<br><br>There was so much activity going on ship wide that it was hard to find a place to relax.&nbsp; With the work done here, however, there was nary a soul in sight.&nbsp; Outside the hull he could see the Worker Bee's floating to and from the space dock with various parts.&nbsp; This dock was in a geosynchronous orbit high above Mars and dawn was breaking planetside.&nbsp; The blaze of colors was moving beyond comprehension.&nbsp; He had sat and watched the sight countless times, yet he never tired of it.<br><br>He spared himself so few moments outside of engineering, and here, he was looking upon his home.&nbsp; Taking it all in for a remembrance in the hard times, Dun relaxed as much as he could and continued to eat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 19:30:48</strong>
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				Renn walked into the lounge after his meeting with Alexi to find Dun sitting at the bar, enjoying a meal. His first real introduction to another of the crew that was his responsibility, and he hoped it would be a good one. He'd read up on everyone, and seeing the man's rank pips made the picture in his head match up to the name and he knew it was.<br><br>He stepped behind the bar. "Well, Lieutenant McGalleon, personally I find that no shepherd's pie is complete without a good dry scotch to go with it. What do you say? Name's Dyar, by the way. Chief Dyar Renn, Morale Officer. Pleased to meet you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 19:51:14</strong>
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				Dun was still in the middle of a sensory high as Sol spread her light across the martian landscape below them.&nbsp; Dawn was just breaking over the shipyards.&nbsp; So breathtaking...<br><br>He turned his head just slightly as the Bajorin walked behind the bar and offered him a scotch.&nbsp; One eyebrow raised and his smile lines deepened as he turned back to the scene below them for a moment more responding,<br><br>"There is a fellow, scotch just after midday!&nbsp; I thinks you and I are gonna get along just fine!&nbsp; I would heft me a Guiness if the replicator could get it right, that's a right good pint by a pie."&nbsp; <br><br>Turning his attention back to the man completely, Dun spoke.&nbsp; "Dyar Renn is it?&nbsp; Mind if I call you Dyar?&nbsp; And did me eyes tell me aright that ye served aboard the Da Vinci?&nbsp; I helped keep her together from shakedown to her 5 year retrofit, gods I miss her!&nbsp; Small little bird, but she knew to fly!&nbsp; Tell me about her!&nbsp; Oh, and me friends call me Dun as long as we aren't a workin."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 20:17:42</strong>
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				Renn smiled as the chief engineer admitted they would get along. It was just what he liked and wanted to hear. He made a mental note to acquire some real Guiness if he could (he'd worked behind a bar long enough to know Earth brews - well, the more famous ones, anyway - when he heard them) and surprise the man. In the meantime, however, he poured a generous serving of scotch into a tumbler and slid it beside his dish.<br><br>"Dyar? Sure, if you want to be formal. It is the Bajoran custom to put the surname first. My given name is Renn. And yes, you may call me that. As a matter of fact, I insist that you do, Dun. And yes, the Da Vinci is a fine vessel. I was only there for eighteen months, but I loved every minute of it. Captain Hawthorne is a great CO to serve under, and I'm hoping our current captain will be just as good if not better."<br><br>He poured another helping of the strong Earth beverage as he was talking and now raised it in toast.<br><br>"To great ships, may they sail the skies forever, and to the great men and women that command them." He leaned in and lowered his voice a little. "But of course, most of all to the great engineers that keep 'em flying! We'd all be grounded otherwise."<br><br>He knocked back the drink, letting the liquor burn his throat. They did know how to make good stiff drinks on Earth, but he'd take a tall glass of cool Bajoran ogem any day over all of them. Good thing he'd brought a whole case of it with him. This assignment was a great opportunity to teach some of the other races of the galaxy what fine liquor really was.<br><br>"So what do you say, Dun? Does the ship live up to your standards? I know you like things to be just so."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 20:57:19</strong>
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				"It is a collaborative effurt, Dyar, the workins of a star ship, not my upkeep alone keeps her plowin' space. Here is ta all of the McNair's crew and we toast an applaud your service!"&nbsp; He raised the glass with Dyar and clicked the synthesized tumblers together and took a sip of the scotch.&nbsp; It was aged 12 years or more, single barrel and it was real.&nbsp; He half suspected it was, being as they were all new on ship and all.&nbsp; <em>Ifreann</em>, he thought, <em>one wont kill me...</em>&nbsp; With that, he finished the glass and set it on the bar.<br><br>"Ye gonna gets me in trouble with the real McCoy there you know, but its damn fine scotch.&nbsp; The McNair, wells, let me tell you.&nbsp; Had ya asked me a week ago how I felt about her, the report would have been far grimmer.&nbsp; She always manages to surprise me, that she does, ye think ye got all the bugs and there an ugly brute be in the shadows, lurkin'.&nbsp; I feel good about the shakedown here in a few days though, she will fly true, or I aint a McGalleon."<br><br>This was a goodly chap Dun thought, and he seemed down to earth and spirited.&nbsp; He knew too a quick way to cheer a fellow and it was comforting.&nbsp; If there journeys took them as abroad as he thought they would be, the crew would need the good cheer.<br><br>And time was passing and he wasn't ready.&nbsp; Dun rose from the bar and gripped Dyar's hand firmly and gave a solid shake.&nbsp; "Its a pleasure to be a meeting ya and we will be a seein' ya soon! I need to make sure them techy types aint a sleepin' on a me..."<br><br>Winking at Dyar, he headed out the door and straight for his quarters where he would brush his teeth and check on engineering to plan out the rest of his day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 05:05:32</strong>
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				With a hop skip and a whistle, not really, but it sure felt better having met an inhabitant of this wonderful little hellion of a problem ship, Dun could not help but smile.&nbsp; He strolled confidently into the lounge area with his eyes scanning around the room looking for any signs of life.&nbsp; So far there was none to be seen though someone could be behind the bar.&nbsp; The ship was so abustle with sound, he always thought he heard something going on and he might have heard the clanking of bottles...<br><br>Who knows, maybe he was just hearing ghosts or the Bees outside working on the hull...<br><br>"Gonna cook me some Irish Chili and its gonna be good!&nbsp; Lets see whats in the kitchen!"&nbsp; Knowing he may be speaking to no one at all did not concern him at all.&nbsp; Anyone who could not put his voice out into the air did not deserve to live in his skin, and that was a fact.&nbsp; First and foremost, Dun added a general broadcast for all occupied rooms that there would be food in two hours.&nbsp; He did not want to start the party for just himself.&nbsp; Maybe he could break it down a bit and get some home cooking for himself in the process.<br><br>Walking into the kitchen, he grabbed a large pot and started browning key ingredients while looking over the pantry.&nbsp; Romulan Garlic, Ferengi Sweet Red Onion...&nbsp; Yeah, this kitchen had a good supply of ingredients.&nbsp; Too bad it could not hold more than this.&nbsp; He browned the Green Hatch Chili and removed their skins and chopped them, adding to the saute.&nbsp; Fresh cumin and paprika and he was off to the races...&nbsp; The rest came together by feel as he added a pint or three of oatmeal stout to the Angus Meat and let it marinate.<br><br>With a grin on his face and hunger at his core, he sipped some of his personal Stout that the replicators could make adequately and headed back out into the lounge to let the chili simmer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 05:45:52</strong>
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				Ah food ... comfort food.&nbsp; That was just the ticket.&nbsp; The very idea began consuming Cate's thoughts as she walked from her quarters towards the lounge.&nbsp; Something that would make her feel all warm inside.&nbsp; On her data pad she pulled up the ship's schematics, making sure she was headed in the right direction to the lounge, though she knew she had the layout memorized.&nbsp; Her stomach rumbled louder and she could practically smell ... chili ... ooo yeah, chili, that would hit the spot!&nbsp; <em>Must be hungrier than I thought</em>, she silently mused.<br><br>The door to the lounge swished open and there was no longer any doubt whether the chili was imagined or not.&nbsp; That was the real deal and it was heaven to the senses!&nbsp; She inhaled deeply and let the spicy intoxication fill her.&nbsp; "Holy sausage and eggs!" Cate breathed with a delighted grin and lowered eyelashes, blissful as though she'd taken in some illegal substance.&nbsp; As if independent of her brain her feet and legs began to glide her toward the nexus of savory smelling goodness.&nbsp; Her copper head peeked into the kitchen to see the simmering pot on the flattop, like some sort of foodly oracle calling to her.&nbsp; "I had no idea the ship had been assigned a chef ... " she thought aloud.&nbsp; "Wonder if it's ready yet," came her second verbal thought, followed by shifty blue-green eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 06:07:59</strong>
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				Dun laughed from the bar as the the red haired ensign stumbled past him and into the door way of the kitchen and made stated her question.<br><br>"No, not quite, it has a bit to simmer yet.&nbsp; Though if ya wish a taste, grab a wee spell with a spoon there, wet ya taste buds!&nbsp; Grab a drink, it will be a ready soon a 'nough!&nbsp; I am Duncan McGalleon, by the by, who mightin ya be?"
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				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 06:18:56</strong>
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				Cate Cassidy was not the type who had to be asked twice in this sort of instance, with a wide grin over her shoulder she darted into the kitchen and swiped herself a test spoon.&nbsp; She had the steaming bite hovering between her lips by the time he introduced himself.&nbsp; Her wide eyes looked down, crossing in order to see the spoon then in the direction of Lieutenant McGalleon, as if trying to decide which to handle first.&nbsp; Stomach winning out she took a moment so savor the expertly flavored bite and let it whet her appetite before mentally kicking herself for such an introduction to the chief engineer.&nbsp; <br><br>With a final swallow she straightened out her uniform and turned around to walk out of the kitchen and extend a hand to McGalleon to shake.&nbsp; "The Cheif of Engineering," Cate stated more than asked.&nbsp; "It's great to meet you, Lieutenant McGalleon!&nbsp; I'm Cate Cassidy."&nbsp; The smile spread across her face was almost childlike and her eyes twinkled.&nbsp; He'd done amazing things with this ship, she knew well and was incredibly grateful for.&nbsp; Her brain finally registered that he suggested she grab a drink but she didn't want to seem rushed or impolite so she held herself back a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 06:27:25</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sahara had spent a great deal of time wandering the hallways of the USS McNair with only one thought in mind.&nbsp; Find something to eat, or at the very least some coffee.&nbsp; Coffee would be good, and would keep her awake.&nbsp; Coffee had been something she recently acquired a taste for, deciding that it was a good way to keep her awake, letting her accomplish what she needed to.&nbsp; Now, she simply swore by the stuff.&nbsp; The brown, rich, silky fluid was nothing beyond compare.<br><br>As she got closer and closer to the kitchen, she inhaled.&nbsp; Another rich, tasty aroma filled her senses, causing her to salivate a small bit.&nbsp; Following the smell of the sweet aroma, she found herself in the doorway of the place that she had been looking for.&nbsp; The kitchen.&nbsp; The scent was much stronger in here, and as she looked around the space, her eyes zeroed in on the container that was simmering atop the stove.<br><br>"Whatever it is that is being made has the most delightful aroma," she said, peering at the two people in the room.&nbsp; "Hello," she said with a friendly smile aimed at both the others in the room with her.&nbsp; "I didn't mean to barge in unannounced," she said.&nbsp; "If you give me just a moment, I'll leave you to your privacy," she promised, her voice rich with sincerity as she looked at her companions again.&nbsp; <br><br>One was a female, with wonderful waves of the brightest red hair she had ever seen.&nbsp; The way that the light caught in the strands was absolutely breath-taking and Sahara found herself briefly loathing her own plain, dark hair.&nbsp; Turning to look at the other inhabitant of the room, she smiled again.&nbsp; A man.&nbsp; Her gaze swept over him briefly, and she blinked as an interesting, yet unexplainable notion washed over her.&nbsp; Very curious indeed, she thought to herself as she dismissed it as a feeling of being both overwhelmed by her day, and the new situation that she was now a part of.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 06:43:06</strong>
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				Taking the hand offered and shaking it politely, Dun smiled as the formalities rolled from Cate's lips.&nbsp; Lieutenant and Chief all rolled into one address.&nbsp; He had to get used to that, or did he.&nbsp; He was more a brilliant mind when it came to ship systems, why did rank have to be such an important issue?<br><br>"Well met, Cate Cassidy, may I call you Cate?&nbsp; Did ye taste the chili?&nbsp; Me Ma's own recipe!&nbsp; Was a hopin' that some one would a be a hungry!"<br><br>Stepping away from his seat for a moment and over to the replicator he offered her a drink.<br><br>"Ye are the helmswoman, yes?&nbsp; Have ye read what ye have to work with in the McNair?"&nbsp; Duns eyes looked mischievous, but he could not help himself.&nbsp; He barraged her with questions like a giddy school boy back from summer break wanting to share all his adventures and his friends.<br><br>Then another woman arrived and wandered straight to the kitchen.&nbsp; Momentarily distracted and smiling ear to ear, Dun was realizing that he had hit upon something important when he asked for a means to cook on board.<br><br>"No, ye need not apologize, we are but awaitin' for the pot ya have discovered to finish cookin' so we can eat.&nbsp; I am Duncan McGalleon and that's me Ma's Irish Chili, hope ye will wait a spell to try it out!"<br><br>Dun sensed a bit of quiet in the air and thus brought back to the bar two Oat Stouts and set one down in front of Cate and sipped from his own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 06:56:53</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">One of Sahara's eyebrows arched upwards as the man spoke to her, and her full lips turned up into another graceful smile.&nbsp; The name was one that she was familiar with, but only in name alone.&nbsp; She had received a list of all the crew aboard the ship and his name had been on the manifest that was tucked neatly into some folder in one of the many bags she had brought with her.&nbsp; "Lieutenant McGalleon," she said with a smile, reaching out to shake the man's hand.&nbsp; "It's a pleasure to meet you," she said.&nbsp; "I'm Sahara...Sahara Tir," she said, giving his hand a firm squeeze as she shook it, before letting it go.<br><br>"I actually wandered in here looking for some coffee, but couldn't resist following the scent of what you're making.&nbsp; I wouldn't mind being a taste tester," she said.&nbsp; "The aroma is making its way down the hall," she grinned.&nbsp; "I'm sure before long you will have a full kitchen of people lining up wanting to be fed," she said, her smile spreading from her lips to her eyes.&nbsp; "I suppose that it will be good to get a taste of some in before there's no more left, no?" she asked.</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 07:29:52</strong>
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				"Cate's fine," she said with an almost too emphatic nod which tumbled her strawberry tendrils, the bright and innocent smile ever present.&nbsp; The accent he spoke with was something she picked up on almost immediately.&nbsp; It was quite pleasant to hear as well as soothing, Gaelic if she wasn't mistaken ...&nbsp; "And tá sé sobhlasta!&nbsp; My compliments to your Ma, it's even better than what the guys used to cook up back home."&nbsp; In all honestly it was a lot better, but there was sentimental value to the hodge-podge chili they would all contribute to aboard the small cargo ship.<br><br>She let him choose her drink, trusting that he would know the perfect pairing to go with the wondrous creation that she was anxiously awaiting.<br><br>A minor thrill went through the redheaded pilot as she realized <em>he</em> knew who <em>she </em>was.&nbsp; "Yes, that's right ... helmswoman," she sat up very straight and proudly on the bar stool as she spoke her own title aloud.&nbsp; "I have to tell you, Lieutenant, it takes a lot to impress me when it comes to ships but she's a real beaut, and I'm just itching to try her out!" Cate admitted, the twinkle back in her eyes once more.&nbsp; "You aught to be very proud."&nbsp; For a moment she felt like she was complimenting someone's child, then again Cate well knew how close someone could become to their ship. It was way more than just a ship, it was a friend, a child, a love, a listening ear, it was all that you put into it.&nbsp; And Duncan McGalleon had put a hell of a lot into this ship.<br><br>Just then one of the most gorgeous women Cate had ever seen close up strode into the lounge.&nbsp; Betazoid by the looks of her, and Cate instantly felt like the 11 year old tomboy version of herself who used to clank around in boots 3 sizes too big along the metal catwalks of her father's ship, disheveled, clutsy, and childlike.&nbsp; She smiled politely at the raven haired creature, trying to hide her awe.&nbsp; Thankfully, Duncan had just offered her a truly magnificent looking bottle of oatmeal stout which she tilted toward him before taking a grateful swig. <br><br>"The more the merrier," she said, immediately more chipper as the fizzy bitter-sweet flavor began to sink in and slide down into her gullet.&nbsp; "Cate Cassidy, pleased to meet you!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 08:23:32</strong>
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				Dun was at home.&nbsp; He had commandeered a station, in this sense, the kitchen and had set a very detail orientated plan into motion, ie, his chili.&nbsp; Now others were enjoying the experience and doing that which they needed to do based on something he could provide.&nbsp; It was all a work ethic instilled in him early on and it lifted him to new heights.<br><br>"Yes! Get a taste before the tastin is gone!"&nbsp; The hand shake was firm and brief, almost a nod to custom, but a wasted moment in which work could be done.&nbsp; Interesting, he thought.&nbsp; "Lieutenant Tir, thank you for responding to me chili summons!&nbsp; I hope it is to your liking!&nbsp; Tell me, have you been able to look over your department yet?&nbsp; Or a chance to test your full spectral surgical table?"<br><br>He too, grinned from ear to ear, it was almost like a traditional Christmas morning in which gifts were being opened and revealed, and he was Santa Claus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 17:26:34</strong>
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				Renn came back into the lounge only to see some of his fellow crew laughing and smiling and eating and generally having a good time. It warmed his heart to see everyone happy, even if it wasn't his own hard work that had made it so.<br><br>"Well, glad to see I've got such a lot of happy people to work with here! Should make my job that much easier."<br><br>With smiles and handshakes, he introduced himself to everyone present and patted Dun on the back.<br><br>"Good job, big guy. Thanks for lending a hand."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 17:43:13</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3645238#msg3645238">Quote from: grdell on 17-09-2010, 17:26:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Renn came back into the lounge only to see some of his fellow crew laughing and smiling and eating and generally having a good time. It warmed his heart to see everyone happy, even if it wasn't his own hard work that had made it so.<br><br>"Well, glad to see I've got such a lot of happy people to work with here! Should make my job that much easier."<br><br>With smiles and handshakes, he introduced himself to everyone present and patted Dun on the back.<br><br>"Good job, big guy. Thanks for lending a hand."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sahara laughed happily at Renn's comments.&nbsp; Shaking his hand, she smiled.&nbsp; "Sahara Tir, Officer," she said.&nbsp; "I think that Lieutenant MacGalleon just found a surefire way to keep everyone happy..."&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>She smiled at Renn, her eyes dancing with happiness.&nbsp; "You better watch out.&nbsp; He may be after your job," she said, teasingly of course, while pointing to Lt. MacGalleon.&nbsp; "Never trust the higher ups here..." she winked, grinning like a Cheshire cat.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 18:02:53</strong>
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				"I had a hankerin for chili me friend, nothin more.&nbsp; And I can pull er off right now since we are not ahaulin off down some spacial corridor..."&nbsp; Dun laughed and ducked back into the kitchen only to emerge with 4 steaming bowls of chili.&nbsp; "Hey, you all just be sure to tell the others there be left overs that can be aheated up in here!&nbsp; Dont want this ta go ta waste."<br><br>He took a spoonful and it was hot and a bit spicy and oh so good...&nbsp; Lifting the pint to his lips, he drank deeply and smiled at all those accompanied.<br><br>"And no, Lieutenant Tir, He cana have it!&nbsp; This will be the odd occurrence and figured it would bring people together and hopefully get us interactin some."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 18:57:32</strong>
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				Makari was never one to pass up a chance to not do work. And the ship's lounge definitely offered prime opportunities to do just that. It was no holodeck, there were no endless images that could be played out and scenarios to live out the rest of one's days in. But it was a social setting full of everyone and anyone. Or close to it. A quick look around showed that the captain and the first officer were both missing in action. Busy at work no doubt. Making Makari the ranking man on deck, the official greeting face of the command staff to a crew settling in. <br><br>He grinned at that. Definitely work, but it wasn't an analysis of which department deserved prime hours with the long range sensors or an analysis of why they had settled on the ratio of science to security that they had on board. Work was work though. And when push came to shove he would do it. Sure he might do more shoving than the next guy, and he was bound to complain. But it would happen. And when that work was socializing? Well what Risian would ever turn down a chance at that?<br><br>So he stepped fully into the room and past the wafting aromas of freshly cooked food, a scent he hadn't expected as he hadn't even known the lounge had a kitchen. You learn new things every day in space... and he idly wondered if the stove had two backup systems just like everything else on the ship did? Or was even that too much for Starfleet. Totally not something to worry about right then. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 19:17:49</strong>
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				The doors slid open to reveal a somewhat quaint lounge.&nbsp; It could probably occupy a third of the crew at a time though it would likely be cramped.&nbsp; The smell of sustenance was in the air, much stronger here than before.&nbsp; This must be the origin of such delectable tastes.&nbsp; He slowly stepped into the room to take a closer look.&nbsp; The only person he could see was Lieutenant Commander Osiel, the second in command of the ship.&nbsp; Tosh had glanced over the manifest, taking note of the most senior officers aboard.&nbsp; He hadn't really taken a second look at many of the others.&nbsp; The man wanted to know who the orders were coming from.&nbsp; Anyone else he really had no immediate business with and could find out more when he actually met them.<br><br>As he stepped further in, he noticed another door.&nbsp; From his position it looked to be a kitchen with two other crewmen in the doorway with a further two inside, two men and two women.&nbsp; A quick glance told him they all seemed to be senior officers, the small pips giving away their rank.&nbsp; A heavy sigh escaped his lips before he turned his neck to the side, a soft crack emanating from the action.<br><br>He stepped forward toward the most senior officer in the room, clearing his throat to let his presence be known.&nbsp; "Greetings, Commander Osiel."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 19:33:17</strong>
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				Duncan's face was warm and bright as more people joined the meal in progress.&nbsp; He would offer bowls of chili as anyone approached him and also offer a hearty handshake and his name, Duncan McGalleon.&nbsp; He never really thought about it, but he had this thing with addressing himself by rank.&nbsp; They all were smart and could figure out what went where.&nbsp; He did not see a need to toot his own horn all the time.&nbsp; He would though, of course, address all those gathered by their ranks as was appropriate.<br><br>"Looks like people are hungry," he would say to those nearest him, "Thank you two for taste testing it for me before everyone arrived!" he said to both Sahara and Cate with a wink and a laugh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 19:43:36</strong>
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				A friendly new face popped in and Cate smiled happily at the dark haired, pleasant looking Bajoran male.&nbsp; She shook his hand and introduced herself in return, silently wishing she had remembered a common greeting in his native language.&nbsp; The only thing she could recall was Peldor Joi, which was a holiday greeting and not appropriate.&nbsp; Making a mental note to brush up on her Bajoran she returned her attention to the conversation.<br><br><em>Food</em>, she mused silently as was her habit, yes food was definitely a way to keep her happy.&nbsp; Fresh cooked food was a creature comfort that made people feel more at home wherever they were.&nbsp; She decided that she may have to whip something up in that kitchen at some point.&nbsp; Cooking could be so nice and cathartic, and it was a great opportunity to dabble.&nbsp; Cate inhaled deeply after taking another sip of the pint, feeling herself becoming more comfortable and 'at home' by the minute.<br><br>"So, Chief," she began to Renn, "any particular events I should know to mark down on my social calendar."&nbsp; A lighthearted giggle escaped her lips, the idea of her actually having a social calendar was amusing ... of course that was a bit of an inside joke, wasn't it?<br><br>One quite chiseled male swiftly followed by another entered the lounge, clearly in search of food and seemingly focused on that mission at hand.&nbsp; Her eyes studied them both, for though they appeared human Cate doubted they were and it peaked her curiosity.&nbsp; <br><br>She nodded to Lieutenant McGalleon, agreeing that there were indeed a number of hungry crew members, and who wouldn't be with that lovely wafting scent he had cooking!&nbsp; "Anytime you would like a taste tester for one of your creations, put me down first on the list," Cate told him with a grin, though her eyes clearly showed the comment wasn't in jest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 20:45:09</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3645718#msg3645718">Quote from: Cassiopeia on 17-09-2010, 19:43:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So, Chief, any particular events I should know to mark down on my social calendar?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Renn smiled back at Kate as he shook her hand. She was quite pretty.<br><br>"Nothing yet! We've only all just arrived, and I don't yet know what particular talents everyone has. Hey! Here's an idea, maybe I should organize a talent show. That way we can all get to see what everybody can do. I'll run it past the captain and then let everyone know when and where." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial stage whisper. "And don't worry, I won't tell anyone that it was you that gave me the idea. I'll take all the blame for it!"<br><br>He let out a hearty laugh. "Please, go and enjoy the food."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 21:16:20</strong>
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				Makari watched curiously as people huddled around a chef cooking for them all. In the back of his mind he calculated the extra systems that had to come on line to allow for cooking, power allotments, cooling systems, ventilation. During serious mission time he knew where power would need to be shifted away from first. He shook his head and pushed the thought away. He was working while trying not to. Hardly a good sign for his sanity. All work and no play made Makari a very sad Risian, and if he had to pull out the Horga'hn... well then fun was bound to happen, but certain social boundaries and awkward follow up days at work were sure to follow. And he would rather not go through that again, one time with a Horga'hn at an academy party was enough to show a guy why you had to make sure your professors were not around when you suggested certain things to impressionable groups of teenage peers. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3645610#msg3645610">Quote from: Ryven on 17-09-2010, 19:17:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He stepped forward toward the most senior officer in the room, clearing his throat to let his presence be known.&nbsp; "Greetings, Commander Osiel."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He was pulled from his thoughts as he heard someone say his name. Casually Makari turned and looked at the man, a smile on his face. "Lieutenant Tosh, has the party gotten too rowdy and you are here to round up the criminal element amongst us?" He asked with a laugh as he scanned the crowd as if searching for some horrible party goer who was spiking drinks or setting the furniture on fire with a phaser. <br><br>"Can't be, seems all quiet on the western front... that's what you humans say right? I was never a pro with your colloquial terms, why I didn't go into comms as a career choice, that and my conversational Klingon doesnt stretch beyond the kind of things you would talk about in a Risian spa...." He shrugged his shoulders and waited to see if the Lieutenant was out to arrest anyone, and as if on second thought he raised his hands to show he was not the ring leader of any parties and just the senior officer on duty.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 21:28:15</strong>
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				A mere hint of a chuckle passed at the attempted poke at his position on the ship, but he let it pass with his standard disconcerted expression.&nbsp; "I merely came to introduce myself to the others.&nbsp; This seemed like as good a time as any.&nbsp; Pleased to make your acquaintance, sir."&nbsp; He said, mustering a bit more enthusiasm as he held out his hand to the man.&nbsp; When the gesture was returned, he gave a firm grip and heavy shake before pulling his hand back.<br><br>"I'm not human, sir.&nbsp; I'm Angosian, descended from actually.&nbsp; I happened to live on Earth though."&nbsp; He explained, his hands finding their way behind his back in an open but still quite formal stance.&nbsp; Tosh didn't wait long.&nbsp; He gave Osiel a nod before excusing himself to speak with the others.&nbsp; "Please excuse me, sir.&nbsp; I'll introduce myself to the others."<br><br>Vergil stepped from around the Lieutenant Commander and made his way to what looked like the Morale Officer on board.&nbsp; A rather strange concept given the nature of this vessel, but he wasn't really up to question the 'why' of it.&nbsp; He stepped forward and introduced himself to Dyar.&nbsp; "Greetings...Chief Petty Officer, is it?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 21:37:43</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3645991#msg3645991">Quote from: grdell on 17-09-2010, 20:45:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Renn smiled back at Kate as he shook her hand. She was quite pretty.<br><br>"Nothing yet! We've only all just arrived, and I don't yet know what particular talents everyone has. Hey! Here's an idea, maybe I should organize a talent show. That way we can all get to see what everybody can do. I'll run it past the captain and then let everyone know when and where." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial stage whisper. "And don't worry, I won't tell anyone that it was you that gave me the idea. I'll take all the blame for it!"<br><br>He let out a hearty laugh. "Please, go and enjoy the food."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Talent ... talent ... Cate had talent, she knew she did, she just had to think about it, assuming flying wouldn't really be allowed in the show ...&nbsp; Her left red-gold eyebrow arched as he leaned in as if to tell her something sinister and classified, listening with keen interest.&nbsp; <br><br>Nodding as he said her involvement would be kept a secret she breathed a sigh of relief at his addendum.&nbsp; Not everyone would be so excited about displaying their hobby or talent and she was looking to make friends, not alienate her crew members.&nbsp; "Thank you for that," she said with a slightly nervous chuckle as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 22:11:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3646142#msg3646142">Quote from: Ryven on 17-09-2010, 21:28:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Vergil stepped from around the Lieutenant Commander and made his way to what looked like the Morale Officer on board.&nbsp; A rather strange concept given the nature of this vessel, but he wasn't really up to question the 'why' of it.&nbsp; He stepped forward and introduced himself to Dyar.&nbsp; "Greetings...Chief Petty Officer, is it?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"It is indeed, Lieutenant Tosh. Pleased to meet you. I trust the security arrangements meet with your satisfaction? Not that there's anything I could do about it if they didn't!" He laughed as he shook the man's hand. "I look forward to serving with you, sir. Knowing that you're here to keep us all safe, well, it makes me feel I can relax and get on with doing my own job all the better."<br><br>The security chief was a strong, handsome man that Renn would have enjoyed flirting with every bit as much as that beautiful helm officer, but he didn't know enough about either of them to take that risk yet. Still, though, knowing that there were so many beautiful people on board did make him feel a lot better about his prospects for not having so many lonely nights to look forward to. It was his job to make the crew happy, and he wasn't afraid to use every tool at his disposal to do so...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 22:19:32</strong>
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				Again, he gave a firm grip and heavy shake to the offered hand with enough enthusiasm to not act like an entirely anti-social creature.&nbsp; "Ah, yes.&nbsp; Everything seems fine.&nbsp; There aren't as many stations on board as I'm used to, but that just means I'll have to resort to other measures in times of crisis."&nbsp; He stated rather confidently.&nbsp; If it was one thing he was sure of, it was his ability in combat and crises.<br><br>Tosh did give the man a once over.&nbsp; He was shorter than himself though that wasn't quite hard to accomplish unless you were a traditionally tall species.&nbsp; Handsome as well, but he didn't follow that thought too far as it was not the appropriate time nor likely the appropriate person.&nbsp; Really any member of the crew should be off his list of potential mates, but the biological urge still chimed in.&nbsp; That was certainly one thing that the genetic engineering had not done away with.&nbsp; He wouldn't exist if that were the case.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 22:27:54</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"You're certainly welcome," Sahara said, smiling at Dun.&nbsp; "Perhaps you can employ Lieutenant Tosh to keep the recipe out of the clutches of Officer Renn," she smirked, winking at the Engineer.&nbsp; Speaking of, she smiled turning to look at the Lieutenant. Seeing that he was in the middle of a conversation with Officer Renn, she turned, looking at the other man in the room.<br><br>"Commander," she said, holding her hand out, a welcoming smile on her face as she introduced herself to the chief operations officer.&nbsp; "It's very nice to meet you," she said, looking at him.&nbsp; His eyes.&nbsp; His eyes were what caught her attention and had her looking at him quite curiously.&nbsp; His eyes were the lightest shade of blue she had ever seen.&nbsp; They were quite exquisite, and so very unlike her own colorless, black ones.<br><br>"I take it you're enjoying your first day here?" she asked.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 22:33:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His brief inspection of the bridge with the Captain done, MacReady headed on back to, ironically, Ten-Forward.&nbsp; At least, that was the common name for it that he'd heard.&nbsp; The good Commander, while never having actually served on a <em>Galaxy</em>-class, had plenty of colleagues who had, a couple he had come to know very well, and he'd picked up the phrase from them.<br><br>Upon entering, he found a sizeable portion of the crew's major officers gathered here...and the smell of some sort of food coming from somewhere in the area.&nbsp; Looking the room over, though, he noted that there were a lot of people engaged in conversation, and that there didn't seem to be people available at the moment.&nbsp; Well, he could wait, he supposed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 22:45:20</strong>
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				And that was just why most people actually did more than learn names on a crew manifest. He wasn't human. Nice one. What could he do next? Insult a Klingon's mother? Suggest the Ferengi ensign had a mom who wore pants? So much for pulling off the official officer vibe. Instead he had just made the Security Chief want to use him as a human shield if the ship was ever boarded. Great. Makari shook his head and laughed quietly to himself. The Lieutenant had made a quick retreat, so at least he hadn't decided to take a phaser to his skull then and there for assuming he was human and joking about arrests. <br><br>But then the best security officers would get you when you least expected it.... Way to be paranoid. He was safe. He just had to turn the friendly up a few notches while turning the ignorant down a couple more. "Doctor, nice to meet you... do you prefer doctor or rank? I never know when it comes to you poke and prod medical types," Yep. He was all about the suave friendly and nothing at all about the ignorant comments. <br><br>"I actually got here before most everyone else, Second Officer duties, and making sure everything was up and running for all the other departments, the life of an Operations guy is never done..." Makari replied with a smile. "What about yourself? Enjoying the ship so far? Find your office and medical to be satisfactory? We can't really change them, so I hope so..." He laughed lightly, hoping this conversation was not going the way of the last, and making sure to not comment on her race and do be o for two in introductions. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 22:53:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing at the Doctors joke felt good.&nbsp; It all did.&nbsp; It was finally coming together and the crew seemed to be a remarkably good fit for the ship.&nbsp; Everyone seemed to be having a good time, though Lt Tosh seemed a bit subdued.&nbsp; It was okay, they would all figure out there place and have many an exciting mission together, of that Dun was certain.<br><br>With a bowl of chili in hand, Dun approached the first officer who looked like he was waiting for someone to meet.&nbsp; He had heard nothing of this man and approached him with an out stretched hand.&nbsp; "Commander MacReady!&nbsp; Well met!&nbsp; Tha name be Duncan McGalleon.&nbsp; Hope ye came hungry!"&nbsp; He also offered him a bowl and smiled ear to ear.<br><br>"What do you think of our little Nova, The McNair?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 22:59:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				MacReady had gone over the information that Starfleet had provided for him in the couple of days he had aboard the starbase before he boarded the <em>Sun Tsu</em> to come here, and among that information had been the names of the major officers aboard the <em>McNair</em>.<br><br>Taking the food, he shook McGalleon's hand.&nbsp; "Chief Engineer, right?&nbsp; And to be honest, I'm not sure what to think of her yet.&nbsp; I just got here, so I really haven't had a look around."&nbsp; A pause.&nbsp; "But, if I were to presume based upon your expression, I would hazard a guess that she must not be your average <em>Nova</em>-class.&nbsp; Am I right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 23:03:15</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"The medical bay and my office are quite satisfactory, Commander," she said, smiling at him.&nbsp; "There's more than enough room there," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "Should come in handy when I have to pile all of you in for checkups and physicals," she comments, winking at him.&nbsp; "Oh, and don't worry," she laughed.&nbsp; "The only time you have to worry about coming to see me is if you've pissed me off prior," she smirked.&nbsp; "Other than that, you should be intact when you walk out."<br><br>She thought about his comment, asking her about whether she preferred rank or title.&nbsp; "I'll tell you what," she said, smiling kindly.&nbsp; "Why don't you skip the rank and title and just call me Sahara?" she asked, not really ever been one for such formalities around her colleagues, if she was to build a comfortable relationship with them.&nbsp; "Have you tried the chili?" she asked.&nbsp; "It's really good!&nbsp; I just had some.&nbsp; It appears that our Engineer is very good in the kitchen," she said.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 23:54:36</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3646532#msg3646532">Quote from: ReijiTabibito on 17-09-2010, 22:59:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Chief Engineer, right?&nbsp; And to be honest, I'm not sure what to think of her yet.&nbsp; I just got here, so I really haven't had a look around."&nbsp; A pause.&nbsp; "But, if I were to presume based upon your expression, I would hazard a guess that she must not be your average <em>Nova</em>-class.&nbsp; Am I right?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>It was all he could do to contain his mirth.<br><br>"Aye, I wills try an hold her tagother for ya in the years to come!&nbsp; Nooo, not standard at all, Sir.&nbsp; With all we have learned from the Voyagers experience with the Rhodes and me work ona Da Vinci, the McNair carries quite da punch, if ya know what I mean."<br><br>Dun took his engineering pad and punched it to life and gave a schematic of power to core ratio which anyone who had taken a class at Starfleet Academy could easily recognize and handed it to him.&nbsp; It displayed their warp core years prior and the one the McNair held now with twice the power of the original.<br><br>Duncan leaned in a bit as handed the pad over and said quietly, "Ye will wana be a readin' up on the Gatekeeper too, sir.&nbsp; That will be in your eyes only folder.&nbsp; This will be the first full scale deployment of the device.&nbsp; An extension of Reginald Barclay's work.&nbsp; Good reading."&nbsp; <br><br>Leaning back he looked about himself and laughed.&nbsp; "She be a lively one now, Commander!&nbsp; This'n gonna be a good crew."&nbsp; Looking back to Commander MacReady, Dun added with a bigger grin, "and thats the tip o the iceberg, Sir."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 00:03:47</strong>
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				MacReady set down the bowl, and took the Chief Engineer's PADD to have a look at what the other man was trying to show him.&nbsp; And he was astounded.&nbsp; "This is..."&nbsp; He re-read the numbers and figures again, just to make sure that he had them all correct.<br><br>"How's this possible?&nbsp; I didn't think you could squeeze this much power into a warp core of this size.&nbsp; Not without breaking a few safety regulations, anyway."&nbsp; His experiences on the <em>Odysseus</em> as Chief of Operations had done much to inform his knowledge of shipboard systems, especially in the Engineering department, where he had been previously lacking in experience.<br><br>"The Gatekeeper?"&nbsp; From how it sounded, this was an experimental device, something that only a handful were supposed to know about.&nbsp; "I'll have a look-see at it when I get the chance, then."<br><br>"Oh, just the beginning, huh?"&nbsp; An eyebrow went up inquisitively.&nbsp; "What else have you done to the poor little standard <em>Nova</em>, Chief?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 00:16:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, with great power comes great potential.&nbsp; Look 'er over tonight, ya should have all the specs.&nbsp; Super Dense Dilithium explains the increase and ye can power some more advanced systems witha extra power.&nbsp; Same size, bigger punch."&nbsp; Dun smiles seem to be unending when he is talking about his baby until he notices in horror that Commander MacReady had put down the hot food in exchange for the engineering pad.<br><br>"Oh, Sir!&nbsp; Please, these matters can wait, da hot food canna not!"&nbsp; He takes the pad and stows it away looking a bit embarrassed.&nbsp; "I apologize for me lack of manners, Sir."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 02:00:11</strong>
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				Cate took a moment to break away in order to scoop herself out a gratuitous amount of chili into one of the small galley's provided bowls.&nbsp; She salivated and realized she'd have to hold herself back from licking her bowl in front of the others when finished, something that had been considered a compliment to the chef on the cargo ship.&nbsp; Her bright eyes darted up momentarily, wondering if the beautiful Beta Zoid could hear what had just ran through her mind, quite embarrassing.&nbsp; Dismissing the notion she hopped over to the replicator quickly and asked for a large plate of corn bread.&nbsp; She just loved corn bread with her chili and was nearly giddy at this point.&nbsp; Setting the plate down in a central location, so that all who wanted a piece could enjoy, Cate situated herself once more and dug into the heavenly chili.&nbsp; "Mmmmm yeah," she mumbled under her breath in a clearly euphoric manner as she spooned it in, eyes closed and lost to all but her sense of taste and smell.<br><br>Lost, that is, until she heard McGalleon talking about how powerful he'd made the <em>McNair</em>.&nbsp; Her eyes immediately popped open and followed the data pad he held in his hand trying anxiously to get a sneak peek, without looking like that's what she was doing, just in case there happened to be any information she hadn't seen before.&nbsp; MacReady seemed genuinely impressed, bowled over really, and it thrilled Cate to no end, knowing that she was going to get to wield that power.&nbsp; A physical chill ran through her and she supped at her chili happily.&nbsp; It occurred to her that she had not introduced herself to the commander, which was incredibly rude, though it would probably be far ruder to introduce herself with a mouth full of chili whilst he was speaking to the Lieutenant.&nbsp; Thus, she would wait, and eat ... and drink, and just enjoy taking in the company of her fellow crew members.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 07:09:47</strong>
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				Karn stepped off the turbolift and followed his nose, taking note of the turns he had to make to get to the source. When he walked through the double doors, he was surprised at how small the room beyond was. Not that it bothered him. He'd just been expecting <em>more</em>.<br><br>He took in everyone in the room, trying to memorize their faces and match them to the name's he'd read over on his flight from Earth to the docking station where the Uss McNair was currently docked. Mars. It was hard to <em>not</em> look at, even for a Klingon like Karn.<br><br>It's surface was both beautiful and dangerous. A very attractive thing indeed for a Klingon warrior. It promised hardship, battle and glory with a twist of natural beauty. He stared out the viewport for a moment, lost in the sight that resided just outside the ship. Then his stomach reminded him of why he'd been drawn here in the first place. Food.<br><br>He walked the rest of the way into Ten-Forward and up to the bar, taking note of the various Officers and their ranks in the room as he passed them. Finding an open seat, he sat in it and waited for the chef to make his appearance. The smell of the Chili, wasn't particularly all that attractive to him but, it did have the promise of having enough spices in it to fill his taste buds' need. He'd learned long ago that looks alone couldn't determine the course of alot of things. Books. Food. People. Even ships. So, he looked over to where a group of people seemed to be congregating and got up, walked over and sniffed at the food in the container.<br><br>"What is it?" he said as a man, probably the cook, was just finishing urging the Commander to eat his food.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 12:33:11</strong>
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				"Its is Chili...&nbsp; Hmmm... Meat stewed in sauces and spices and simmered till it all is just perfect.&nbsp; Me Mas own recipe.&nbsp; Care for some?"&nbsp; Duncan did not wait for an answer and got him a bowl and a pint of Stout and set it before the Klingon.&nbsp; He had not been around all that many of his species, but he was of about the same temperament as they and seemed to get along okay with the few he had met.<br><br>"Duncan McGalleon, be the name, and you are?"&nbsp; He offered his forearm for a gripping and looked evenly at the creature.&nbsp; What a great turn out he thought, he even had a different race entirely willing to try his food, and he was tickled at the thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 18:24:59</strong>
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				Tosh finally made his way into the kitchen where the rest of the inhabitants of the room seemed to congregate.&nbsp; He knew none of them, however.&nbsp; Not really up for lengthy introductions, he stepped forward to the dark haired female first.&nbsp; "Greetings, I am Vergil Tosh, Chief of Security."&nbsp; After the beautiful lady had given her name and they had shaken hands, he excused himself to step up to who he assumed to be the creator of such delicious smelling food.<br><br>"Greetings, I am Vergil Tosh, Chief of Security."&nbsp; He offered his hand to the man, shaking firmly once more before a bowl of chili was offered.&nbsp; Tosh took it without question as it was the real reason he was here.&nbsp; A silent nod and he left the kitchen to find a free table.&nbsp; He sat and began to slowly devour the offered meal.&nbsp; A couple others he had yet to meet were also there.&nbsp; A Klingon and another female who looked to be human.&nbsp; One could never tell though.&nbsp; He looked human, as the second officer had mistaken him for, so he wasn't going to assume anything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 07:23:24</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3646543#msg3646543">Quote from: Pixilicious on 17-09-2010, 23:03:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"The medical bay and my office are quite satisfactory, Commander," she said, smiling at him.&nbsp; "There's more than enough room there," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "Should come in handy when I have to pile all of you in for checkups and physicals," she comments, winking at him.&nbsp; "Oh, and don't worry," she laughed.&nbsp; "The only time you have to worry about coming to see me is if you've pissed me off prior," she smirked.&nbsp; "Other than that, you should be intact when you walk out."<br><br>She thought about his comment, asking her about whether she preferred rank or title.&nbsp; "I'll tell you what," she said, smiling kindly.&nbsp; "Why don't you skip the rank and title and just call me Sahara?" she asked, not really ever been one for such formalities around her colleagues, if she was to build a comfortable relationship with them.&nbsp; "Have you tried the chili?" she asked.&nbsp; "It's really good!&nbsp; I just had some.&nbsp; It appears that our Engineer is very good in the kitchen," she said.</span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Good thing, because there is like next to nothing I can do for you if you don't like them," Makari said with a small smile. Gentle conversation was one thing, and get to know yous were great. Had the doctor actually had complaints though? Well there had to be a complaint officer somewhere on the ship, or a morale officer or something. Worst case he could point her in the direction of the security chief, and tell her he was human. At least then she would be in the same boat of bad introductions he was, and it might be funny watching her try to talk her way out of it before simply stabbing a hypospray full of sedative into the man to make a hasty escape. <br><br>So none of that was likely to happen, but it was funny to think about, and Makari laughed a bit to himself. "Sahara it is then, pleasure to meet you," He said jovially, stuck out a hand to shake hers. As she mentioned the chili he glanced over at the kitchen again. "I just got here, I haven't tried the food, to be honest I had no idea we even had a kitchen... learn something new everyday, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 15:40:40</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3649632#msg3649632">Quote from: Ryven on 18-09-2010, 18:24:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tosh finally made his way into the kitchen where the rest of the inhabitants of the room seemed to congregate.&nbsp; He knew none of them, however.&nbsp; Not really up for lengthy introductions, he stepped forward to the dark haired female first.&nbsp; "Greetings, I am Vergil Tosh, Chief of Security."&nbsp; After the beautiful lady had given her name and they had shaken hands, he excused himself to step up to who he assumed to be the creator of such delicious smelling food.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Lieutenant Tosh," Sahara said, with a smile as she shook his hand.&nbsp; "I'm Sahara Tir, Chief Medical Officer," she said.&nbsp; "It's a pleasure to meet you," she said.&nbsp; "If anything should happen in the Sickbay, I know just who to contact now," she said.&nbsp; "I do hope that you'll be joining us for some food," she said before the man excused himself to go speak to Lieutenant MacGalleon.</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3652417#msg3652417">Quote from: Barnbean on 19-09-2010, 07:23:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Good thing, because there is like next to nothing I can do for you if you don't like them," Makari said with a small smile. Gentle conversation was one thing, and get to know yous were great. Had the doctor actually had complaints though? Well there had to be a complaint officer somewhere on the ship, or a morale officer or something. Worst case he could point her in the direction of the security chief, and tell her he was human. At least then she would be in the same boat of bad introductions he was, and it might be funny watching her try to talk her way out of it before simply stabbing a hypospray full of sedative into the man to make a hasty escape. <br><br>So none of that was likely to happen, but it was funny to think about, and Makari laughed a bit to himself. "Sahara it is then, pleasure to meet you," He said jovially, stuck out a hand to shake hers. As she mentioned the chili he glanced over at the kitchen again. "I just got here, I haven't tried the food, to be honest I had no idea we even had a kitchen... learn something new everyday, right?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Yes, you do learn something everyday," she said with a smile as she gestured for him to take a seat at the table.&nbsp; "And I can definitely assure you that I have no issues with the Sickbay," she said with a happy smile.&nbsp; "I'll be starting on getting everything put together the way I want it set up tomorrow, perhaps even tonight, if I find myself having some free time," she said.<br><br>"Speaking of food," she said as her tummy rumbled again, the small taste sample she had of the chili earlier not being enough to tide her over.&nbsp; "I think I'm going to get a bit more of that chili, and perhaps some coffee," she said, smiling at the prospect of the rich liquid, which was the reason she had been in here in the first place, before the troops literally filed in for dinner.<br><br>"Why don't you come join me at one of the tables when you get some?" she asked, gesturing to the other part of the crew lounge, filled with tables for eating.&nbsp; "I wouldn't mind the company," she said.&nbsp; Taking a bowl, she helped herself to a full serving of the chili, before turning and heading towards the replicator.&nbsp; Deciding that chili and coffee would be an odd combination, she simple settled in for some red fruit juice.&nbsp; After receiving her glass of the rich substance, she turned, looking around for somewhere to sit.<br><br>Her gaze landed on the man that she had seen enter earlier.&nbsp; Thinking back to the roster that she had acquired, she quickly realized that he was the Commander.&nbsp; Commander Samuel MacReady, if her memory served her right.&nbsp; Glancing down at the food in her hand, she figured that her hunger could wait a few more minutes, and she should make a point of going over and introducing himself while it seemed that the man was not busy.&nbsp; Gripping her bowl and the glass carefully, she walked over, hesitantly approaching the table where he sat.<br><br>What if he doesn't want to be bothered? she thought to herself.&nbsp; That would not be good if you just went up to him and interrupted his meal, her mind chided her.&nbsp; Sahara found that she was prone to being nervous around those of official presence around her, when meeting for the first time, and who could blame her.&nbsp; She was sure that one wrong move and the man here would have her off this ship and back home in no time.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking a deep breath, she neared the table, putting her things down momentarily opposite where Commander MacReady sat.&nbsp; "Commander," she said, a soft smile on her face as she watched him hesitantly, waiting for any sign that her intrusion may not be welcomed.&nbsp; "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to take a moment and introduce myself since it doesn't seem that we have met," she explained.&nbsp; "Sahara Tir," she said, offering her hand to him to shake, her smile becoming more confident as she looked at him.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 18:19:24</strong>
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				Space may have been the final frontier, but traversing the social niceties that made everyone like you was definitely the least explored frontier of all. One wrong word or gesture and everyone could think you were a complete ass. One wrong look and a Nausican could try to rip your spine out through your nose. As a Risian, Makari had learned early on the power of saying the right thing and being friendly to everyone and anyone. His planet's livelihood depended on their outgoing and friendly nature. It came to them naturally. But life on a resort oasis of a planet was never the same as life on a star ship, especially a small star ship where quarters were close and space was tight. <br><br>It took extra work then, an intricate balance of command hierarchy, knowing when to say things and when to just follow orders and another part of social friendliness and an unwillingness to accept the fact you were disliked or came off as odd. Part of the fun of making everyone like you after all was the fact it was sometimes harder. Just as the fun of work was it was hard... yeah... that one was a bit harder to latch onto, and Makari would have laughed but it would have been all manner of inappropriate as the doctor was inviting him to sit at her table once she found one.<br><br>Instead he smiled and nodded and once she had seated herself he grabbed himself a drink, frilly and over the top with an umbrella and what he assumed was supposed to be some exotic fruit stuck to the rim and took a seat, where she was now sitting with one of the few men on the ship who even outranked him. The first officer was hardly an imposing man, not all bulk and muscle or some exotic mix of alien eccentricity, but he did hold the rank of commander, and was next in line after the captain to command the ship. Makari respected that, understood the need for a chain of command, knew his own place in it, and stood by the table quietly as the doctor spoke. "Sahara, you didn't say you would be sitting with the big wigs," Makari commented lightly with a small smile, and then turned to the first officer. "Commander, pleasure to meet you, I'm Lieutenant Commander Osiel," He offered, switching to a more formal tone than he had used with the doctor. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 19:01:44</strong>
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				MacReady surrendered the engineer's PADD back to him and picked up the food again.&nbsp; "Okay, alright," he replied, smiling a little.&nbsp; He then let the Chief Engineer meet the Klingon Tactical Officer, and went over to a table to go sit down.&nbsp; The Commander poked at the food a little bit.&nbsp; It had an interesting texture, which was his personal way of saying that it tasted alright, but wasn't something they should serve for him especially.&nbsp; &nbsp; He was going to need to get up and get acquainted with the other major officers...<br><br>...which looked like was starting right now, with a woman he'd seen talking earlier making her way over to the table where he was sitting.&nbsp; He shook her hand when she introduced herself.&nbsp; "Tir..."&nbsp; He looked lost in thought for a moment, and then looked back to her.&nbsp; "Chief Medical Officer, right?"&nbsp; He indicated the chair.&nbsp; "Go on, sit down.&nbsp; You don't need to stay standing on my account."&nbsp; If she'd been an Ensign out of the Academy, maybe.&nbsp; But she was a major officer, and good rapport would be needed at the highest level for the ship to run smoothly.<br><br>He was about to start up a conversation with her when another officer came up - this one with Lieutenant Commander pips on his collar.&nbsp; Everyone else here had the two dots of a Lieutenant...so there was a single conclusion to draw from it.&nbsp; "Osiel.&nbsp; You're the Risian, right?&nbsp; Chief of Operations, if the information packet sent over from Headquarters was right..."&nbsp; He chuckled a little.&nbsp; "You have my old job."&nbsp; Pointing to the chair he was standing in front of, MacReady spoke.&nbsp; "Sit, please.&nbsp; I was just done telling Lt. Tir here that she didn't need to stand, either."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 19:22:40</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3653969#msg3653969">Quote from: ReijiTabibito on 19-09-2010, 19:01:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">....which looked like was starting right now, with a woman he'd seen talking earlier making her way over to the table where he was sitting.&nbsp; He shook her hand when she introduced herself.&nbsp; "Tir..."&nbsp; He looked lost in thought for a moment, and then looked back to her.&nbsp; "Chief Medical Officer, right?"&nbsp; He indicated the chair.&nbsp; "Go on, sit down.&nbsp; You don't need to stay standing on my account."&nbsp; If she'd been an Ensign out of the Academy, maybe.&nbsp; But she was a major officer, and good rapport would be needed at the highest level for the ship to run smoothly.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Thank you, Commander," Sahara said in a kind tone as she sat down.&nbsp; "And yes, I am the Chief Medical Officer," she said with a brilliant smile in his direction.&nbsp; "It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance," she smiled.&nbsp; "I do hope that the food is satisfactory.&nbsp; Lieutenant MacGalleon is quite proud of his culinary skills," she said, glancing back at the Engineer that she had spoken to earlier while he was making tonight's chili with a soft chuckle.&nbsp; <br><br>Sahara sat down, taking in the environment around her, particularly the man that she had just met.&nbsp; His demeanor was very formal and she was taking a moment to process it all.&nbsp; Assessing him silently, she was trying to figure out how much of him meant business before she ended up making an irresponsible blunder that would cost her the position that she was so grateful to have.&nbsp; It would take a small bit of time, but she was sure that she would be able to figure out how Commander MacReady worked soon enough, and hopefully the slight nervousness she felt upon this first meeting would be gone.</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3653774#msg3653774">Quote from: Barnbean on 19-09-2010, 18:19:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">It took extra work then, an intricate balance of command hierarchy, knowing when to say things and when to just follow orders and another part of social friendliness and an unwillingness to accept the fact you were disliked or came off as odd. Part of the fun of making everyone like you after all was the fact it was sometimes harder. Just as the fun of work was it was hard... yeah... that one was a bit harder to latch onto, and Makari would have laughed but it would have been all manner of inappropriate as the doctor was inviting him to sit at her table once she found one.<br><br>Instead he smiled and nodded and once she had seated herself he grabbed himself a drink, frilly and over the top with an umbrella and what he assumed was supposed to be some exotic fruit stuck to the rim and took a seat, where she was now sitting with one of the few men on the ship who even outranked him. The first officer was hardly an imposing man, not all bulk and muscle or some exotic mix of alien eccentricity, but he did hold the rank of commander, and was next in line after the captain to command the ship. Makari respected that, understood the need for a chain of command, knew his own place in it, and stood by the table quietly as the doctor spoke. "Sahara, you didn't say you would be sitting with the big wigs," Makari commented lightly with a small smile, and then turned to the first officer. "Commander, pleasure to meet you, I'm Lieutenant Commander Osiel," He offered, switching to a more formal tone than he had used with the doctor. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Yes, well," she said, winking at Makari.&nbsp; "I figured if I was going to introduce myself to people, I might as well not forget the ones that are the most important," she told him, smiling sweetly at the Commander MacReady before grinning at Makari.&nbsp; "And besides," she said.&nbsp; "I wasn't intending on intruding on the Commander's space, but he did invite me to sit down, and it would be rude to decline, now wouldn't it?"&nbsp; She could definitely see Makari as an easy going man, something that she was eternally grateful for on this ship.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 23:41:29</strong>
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				Makari smiled at the doctor and nodded. "No one better to get to know then the one who decides if you end up on the mission to a planet with toxic air and slime creatures that hug your face," he agreed. "Though us barging in on his table could lead us there anyway... so might not work out the best in the end," Makari laughed lightly but did sit down at the table all the same. In for a penny in for a pound. And if the XO wanted a pound of flesh... well Risians weren't new to the flesh trade... though he had a feeling that wasn't the kind of fleshing that would be involved. <br><br>Right. New mental topic before he went all jamaharon on the place. "Operations Chief, that's my specialty..." Makari agreed with a grin. The fact the job used to be the first officers? Well he wasn't going to worry about that. The man had done something right to get promoted. Saved the kitten of an admiral or performed heroically while managing department heads. Whatever it was, he was sure he earned it, and wasn't going to get all nostalgic or constantly over the shoulder gazing his job. <br><br>"Risian all the way, and you are... human?" Makari guessed. Last time he had tried that he had gotten it wrong. He was still worried about a phaser shot to the back over that one, never insult a security chief! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 03:58:29</strong>
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				Renn sat back and watched his fellow officers mingling and enjoying each others' company. <em>Now if only the captain were here, we'd be all set...</em> he thought. He still hadn't met the man ultimately in charge of the entire vessel. Not that he would have to, or likely have much to do with the Ba'ku (215! He still couldn't wrap his head around the idea), but it was in his nature to want to know everything about everybody. Not that he was gossipy or a busybody or anything like that, just that he liked to know what sorts of things made people happy. He wanted to cater to everyone's needs personally. It was what made him stand out and had earned him his promotion.<br><br>And it didn't hurt that everyone here was just as beautiful as they had been in their pictures. Even if he didn't grace any of their beds, at least he had plenty of eye candy to while away the long months spent in space with no other faces around. He couldn't help but smile, so smile he did. He had found that a smile was more infectious than the worst of diseases, and did wonders for so little effort.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 04:08:04</strong>
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				=/\= "Senior staff are to report to the Observation Lounge at 1500 hours." =/\=<br><br>The computer interrupted each senior staff comm badge and in the crew lounge it seemed to be in stereo with all assembled.<br><br>&lt;ooc: we'll say that's in 4 hours...continue chatting and such&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 07:16:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Its is Chili...&nbsp; Hmmm... Meat stewed in sauces and spices and simmered till it all is just perfect.&nbsp; Me Mas own recipe.&nbsp; Care for some?"&nbsp; Duncan did not wait for an answer and got him a bowl and a pint of Stout and set it before the Klingon.&nbsp; He had not been around all that many of his species, but he was of about the same temperament as they and seemed to get along okay with the few he had met.<br><br>"Duncan McGalleon, be the name, and you are?"&nbsp; He offered his forearm for a gripping and looked evenly at the creature.&nbsp; What a great turn out he thought, he even had a different race entirely willing to try his food, and he was tickled at the thought.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Karn arched a hairy eyebrow at the name of the food before him, as the apparent cook went on to explain what was in it and that it had been his very own recipe. The man got him a bowl and a drink and placed both before him, then introduced himself. The Klingon took a sniff of the Chili and the stout before looking at the man and taking his offered wrist in greeting "Just call me Karn, it will be easier on your tongue". <br><br>The Chili he decided might have a kick worthy of his race's stomach but, from the smell of the stout he'd been given, the drink would probably come up short. Then he tasted both, the Chili first and the stout next. As expected the drink tasted like flavored water to him but, the Chili impressed him quite a bit. Another surprise. He shoved the drink away and said "Got anything stronger to drink? It tastes like water to me." <br><br>Then he began to dig in, rather grotesquely, to his Chili. He never really had worried about table manners, though he did make use of napkins.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 07:33:31</strong>
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				"It has been suggested to me that this the most appropriate drink for a bowl of Irish Chili, Karn, try a tumbler of this," Dun poured Karn a hefty helping of not synthehol but True Scotch and offered it to him.&nbsp; "That has a bit more teeth if ya will.&nbsp; I am glad you enjoy it!"<br><br>Duncan looked about the room and smiled.&nbsp; Yes, this was a good idea, maybe there would be more attempts&nbsp; by others to bringing them together like this, via food or cultural experience.<br><br>"Hows the Scotch?&nbsp; Thats a true alcoholic beverage for ye unlikes the replicated stout I offered ya earlier!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 07:45:01</strong>
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				Karn looked up from his half eaten bowl of Chili as Duncan brought out a glass of true alchohol. The Klingon sniffed the glass and sipped at it's contents. It still wasn't strong enough in his opinion but, it would do for the time being. Klingon's were serious drinkers. The substances they took in regularly made other races, especially Humans it seemed, terribly sick.<br><br>He simply played nice, nodding in the affirmative "It will do for now, thank you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 07:49:57</strong>
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				"Well, Glad I could be of assistance, Karn, its the best I have that goes with the cuisine before you.&nbsp; If you will excuse me, I am off to catch some shut eye before the morning comes..."&nbsp; Dun said with a suddenly exhausted look upon his features.<br><br>He stowed what was left of the Chili (almost all had been eaten!) and a couple portions for the senior officers that had not arrived in cold storage and waved to all good night as he headed to his quarters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 22:06:03</strong>
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				He finished his meal without interruption which he was thankful for.&nbsp; Still four hours until the senior officer's meeting.&nbsp; Tosh decided he could finish introducing himself to the rest of those he had yet to meet there.&nbsp; The man stood, his bowl in hand as he walked over to the kitchen.&nbsp; He kindly excused himself past a few of the other officers to deposit the soiled dish.&nbsp; He turned and moved out again, heading for the door.&nbsp; It slid open to allow him egress.<br><br>The ship seemed a bit more lively now.&nbsp; Some of the other crew members were boarding and finding their stations or assigned quarters.&nbsp; He nodded to a few as he entered the turbolift.&nbsp; "Bridge."&nbsp; Tosh spoke the solitary word, and the lift came to life.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 00:53:18</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3654049#msg3654049">Quote from: Pixilicious on 19-09-2010, 19:22:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Thank you, Commander," Sahara said in a kind tone as she sat down.&nbsp; "And yes, I am the Chief Medical Officer," she said with a brilliant smile in his direction.&nbsp; "It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance," she smiled.&nbsp; "I do hope that the food is satisfactory.&nbsp; Lieutenant MacGalleon is quite proud of his culinary skills," she said, glancing back at the Engineer that she had spoken to earlier while he was making tonight's chili with a soft chuckle.&nbsp; <br><br>Sahara sat down, taking in the environment around her, particularly the man that she had just met.&nbsp; His demeanor was very formal and she was taking a moment to process it all.&nbsp; Assessing him silently, she was trying to figure out how much of him meant business before she ended up making an irresponsible blunder that would cost her the position that she was so grateful to have.&nbsp; It would take a small bit of time, but she was sure that she would be able to figure out how Commander MacReady worked soon enough, and hopefully the slight nervousness she felt upon this first meeting would be gone.</span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"It's good to meet you, too.&nbsp; I know we're all going to be present at the Senior Staff meeting that's going to take place before we leave the shipyard, but it's good to know at least a few of the major players onboard before then."&nbsp; He noted her comments on the food.&nbsp; "It's...alright.&nbsp; I certainly have nothing bad to say about it, just that it's not really the sort of food that I normally have."&nbsp; A lot of MacReady's formality was from being one of the new arrivals, and from not working with the members of the crew for that long.&nbsp; That wouldn't last - it never had on any of his assignments - but for the time being, the formality would continue.&nbsp; Though he was sure that he'd get over it first with the Captain.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3654952#msg3654952">Quote from: Barnbean on 19-09-2010, 23:41:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Right. New mental topic before he went all jamaharon on the place. "Operations Chief, that's my specialty..." Makari agreed with a grin. The fact the job used to be the first officers? Well he wasn't going to worry about that. The man had done something right to get promoted. Saved the kitten of an admiral or performed heroically while managing department heads. Whatever it was, he was sure he earned it, and wasn't going to get all nostalgic or constantly over the shoulder gazing his job. <br><br>"Risian all the way, and you are... human?" Makari guessed. Last time he had tried that he had gotten it wrong. He was still worried about a phaser shot to the back over that one, never insult a security chief!<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I hope so," he chuckled.&nbsp; "With a name like Samuel Elliot MacReady, I'm in trouble if it's <em>not</em> human."&nbsp; He took a long exhale, and then noted the two solid gold, and one black-gold pip on the Risian's uniform.&nbsp; "Lieutenant Commander, huh?&nbsp; Does that mean you qualify for Second Officer as well as Ops Chief aboard?"&nbsp; All the other major officers - Tactical Officer Karn, Medical Officer Tir, for example - had all been Lieutenants.&nbsp; Granted, Ops Chief was a big job, and required a good rank in order to work, but he still thought to ask.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 02:30:30</strong>
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				Cate finished indulging in her chili, her mind beginning to run through all the scenarios of the upcoming meeting.&nbsp; She was anxious for it to begin but she had a fair amount of time until it did.&nbsp; Everyone seemed to be busy or getting acquainted, which was fine with her, an introduction at the Senior Staff's meeting would be much less awkward, a good ice breaker.&nbsp; Getting up from her seat she took her used bowls over to the replicator and pulled up a schematic of the <em>McNair</em> on her datapad.&nbsp; Exploring the ship until the meeting began seemed like a good use of her time, not to mention she was just chomping at the bit to see every square inch of the state of the art science vessel.&nbsp; Politely smiling and nodding to those remaining in the lounge Cate excused herself and walked off, nose squarely in the datapad and determined to memorize the layout of the ship swiftly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 22:14:42</strong>
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				"Well, Glad I could be of assistance, Karn, its the best I have that goes with the cuisine before you.&nbsp; If you will excuse me, I am off to catch some shut eye before the morning comes..."&nbsp; Dun said with a suddenly exhausted look upon his features. He stored what remained of the chili and headed out. Karn just smirked, he was used to pulling late shifts so, he wasn't quite tired yet. <br><br>He finished his meal and chugged down the rest of his real Scotch, not that nasty Synthohol stuff. In reality, synthohol tasted no different than alcohol, it just didn't have the mind altering kick that regular alcohol did. Which was why Karn didn't like synthohol in the first place, and which was why he could usually drink most people under the table with ease.<br><br>He placed his bowl, silverware and glass in the Replicator's receptacle and watched it disappear, then went over to stand in front of the large window, watching the rotation of Mars and the space beyond in silent awe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 01:51:10</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3674171#msg3674171">Quote from: ReijiTabibito on 24-09-2010, 00:53:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It's good to meet you, too.&nbsp; I know we're all going to be present at the Senior Staff meeting that's going to take place before we leave the shipyard, but it's good to know at least a few of the major players onboard before then."&nbsp; He noted her comments on the food.&nbsp; "It's...alright.&nbsp; I certainly have nothing bad to say about it, just that it's not really the sort of food that I normally have."&nbsp; A lot of MacReady's formality was from being one of the new arrivals, and from not working with the members of the crew for that long.&nbsp; That wouldn't last - it never had on any of his assignments - but for the time being, the formality would continue.&nbsp; Though he was sure that he'd get over it first with the Captain.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Speaking of, the staff meeting," Sahara asked, wanting to know when it was to take place.&nbsp; She had received a memo on her desk straight from Captain Mitchell saying there would be a meeting before they were scheduled for departure, but there wasn't really any specifications on when the meeting would be exactly.&nbsp; "Do either of you know when the meeting is supposed to take place?" she asked.&nbsp; "I know it's in the observation lounge, but I never caught what time it was supposed to start," she explained, a soft frown crossing her face as she realized that she was not as up to date on her tasks as she thought she was.&nbsp; If she was truly up to date, she would've been able to figure out when the meeting was and not have to bother asking.<br><br>As if there was someone reading her mind somewhere, a thought which made Sahara chuckle, given her own special abilities as a Betazoid, an announcement was made.&nbsp; <br><br>=/\= "Senior staff are to report to the Observation Lounge at 1500 hours." =/\=<br><br>"Ignore that," she said with a smile at both commanders as she checked the time.&nbsp; "Oh my..." she said.&nbsp; "I had better get going," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "Knowing me, I'd probably get lost on my way towards the Observation Lounge," she said with a light chuckle.&nbsp; "I swear, sometimes I need a tracking device put on me..."&nbsp; &nbsp;Turning her attention fully back towards the two men, she graced them with another perfect smile.&nbsp; "Commanders," she said.&nbsp; "It's been a pleasure having dinner with the both of you," she said, standing up and picking up her empty bowl and glass.&nbsp; "I'll see you two shortly at the meeting," she said before turning and walking back to the replicator to drop off her dishes.&nbsp; With that done, she walked out of the lounge.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 19:03:57</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3674171#msg3674171">Quote from: ReijiTabibito on 24-09-2010, 00:53:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>"I hope so," he chuckled.&nbsp; "With a name like Samuel Elliot MacReady, I'm in trouble if it's <em>not</em> human."&nbsp; He took a long exhale, and then noted the two solid gold, and one black-gold pip on the Risian's uniform.&nbsp; "Lieutenant Commander, huh?&nbsp; Does that mean you qualify for Second Officer as well as Ops Chief aboard?"&nbsp; All the other major officers - Tactical Officer Karn, Medical Officer Tir, for example - had all been Lieutenants.&nbsp; Granted, Ops Chief was a big job, and required a good rank in order to work, but he still thought to ask.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"You never can tell though, I once knew a Klingon named Bob..." Makari said with a nod of his head. If he was kidding or not? Well he wasn't about to say. But on Risa stranger things had been known to happen than aliens with odd names, and the sheer volume of visitors his home planet received meant he had likely run into more strangers and alien species than some starship captains off in the depths of space. Plus it was darn funny to leave the idea hanging in the air, and as far as first impressions go, a funny one always tended to be remembered just a notch or two above a bad one. <br><br>Makari nodded again. "Yes sir, I'm the second officer, in case you and the captain become unfit for duty this ship is all mine, so Doctor, want to declare them unfit for me?" Makari laughed lightly as he acknowledged his position on the ship. And apparently moved to improve it with medical unfitness reviews. "But seriously, I'm second officer, and Ops Chief and general expert on all things Risian, I think my resume says I am good with juggling too..." <br><br>As the doctor announced she better get going because of the meeting, Makari stood from the table as well. "I think that's my cue to go as well, I can't be late for our very first meeting and expect to keep all my pips in tact can I?" Makari laughed lightly before he finished off the last of his drink. "It was a pleasure meeting you both and I will see you... well shortly at the meeting." And with that, Makari headed out of the lounge and down the halls. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 23:04:06</strong>
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				=/\="Senior staff are to report to the Observation Lounge at 1500 hours." =/\=<br><br>The computer announced a minutes later. Karn looked at his watch, he still had a little time but, decided that he might as well get some rest. Not like anyone was really wanting to talk to him anyway. He turned away from the window and started towards the double doors. He looked at the remaining crew members as he left, committing their faces to memory. He'd look at the crew manifest later. A moment later, the doors sensors picked up movement and swiftly opened for him. He made his way to the turbolift at the end of the hallway and got on, instructing the AI to take him to his <strong>Quarters</strong>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 02:18:53</strong>
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				Captain Airik Mitchell left his quarters after sending a message to Admiral Dallas Vincent. In a half day's time the McNair would find its way to the border of the Romulan Neutral Zone. For now, he was going to relax with his new crew.<br><br>Entering in Three-Forward, there were already crew members assembled and enjoying the company of comrades.<br><br>There was a continuum of Captain involvement in the socializing of crew. Some Captains jumped right into the fray. They joked, drank, and partied with everyone. They had a relationship more akin to friendship. That required a bit of careful fine line walking. <br><br>Another set of Captains completely isolated themselves from the crew. While they were respectful, they rarely socialized. These Captains acknowledged the hierarchy of a vessel and strictly followed it. They left socializing to their First or Second Officer.<br><br>Airik hoped to fall in between. He wanted crew to see him as approachable and not sitting on some ivory tower. However, he also wanted crew to understand he was ultimately responsible for the lives on the vessel and the decisions to be made. It was time to test that theory.<br><br>"I'll take a glass of white wine." Airik asked the crewman staffing the bar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 19:32:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">After the meeting and the talk with Captain Mitchell, Sahara had returned to her office and started on the arduous task of fixing and organizing things.&nbsp; However, she realized&nbsp; that she wasn't going to get it all done tonight.&nbsp; Some of the things that she had needed still had yet to be brought into the Sickbay.&nbsp; So, instead of fuming about it, she decided that it would be best to take a little bit of a break and return to it tomorrow, hoping that all her things would be where she wanted them.<br><br>She had returned to her quarters, having heard about a gathering with the crew tonight in the lounge.&nbsp; A bit of a going away party, if she had to guess.&nbsp; She had never been one to attend many social functions, but she realized that she would have to get to know the rest of the crew if she was going to be spending x amount of time with them in the middle of space.&nbsp; It helped to have people around that she could talk to and befriend.<br><br>So, when she had returned to her quarters, she went through the task of trying to find something to wear for the evening.&nbsp; She didn't want to be dressed inappropriately, and she didn't want to be seen in her uniform either.&nbsp; Something casual would work, and with that in mind, she went through her closet for a suitable dress.<br><br>Now, as she stepped into the lounge, her hands smoothed down the ruffles on the front of the &nbsp;black, floral print dress &nbsp;(http://idn.efashionsolutions.com/asset/image/format/MD-detail-thumb/id/MD-M03021032642337_c253_front) that she was wearing, she felt confident that she was dressed appropriately and still looked good.<br><br>Which was a good thing, she decided, as she spotted the Captain by the bar.&nbsp; The paused for a moment, wondering if she should go over and say hi.&nbsp; Thinking that it would be for the best, she walked over, her heeled sandals clicking on the floor as she walked.&nbsp; "Captain," she said with a smile as she slid into the seat next to him.&nbsp; "Fancy seeing you here," she said, before turning to the man at the bar, and ordering a chocolate martini cocktail for herself.&nbsp; "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she asked, smiling pleasantly.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 06:39:40</strong>
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				After the discussion in the Observation Lounge, Alyssa had felt the need to blow off some steam.&nbsp; She was not a war monger.....she was a scientist.&nbsp; But sometimes it was simply a smart decision to be ready for possibilities.&nbsp; Especially given where they would be going.&nbsp; It was the Captain's call....and apparently he didn't agree with her assessment.&nbsp; <br><br>It made her wonder if he would ever trust her assessments.&nbsp; Because, if that were the case, what good was an Intelligence Officer?<br><br>All of this was why she'd headed for the Holodeck.&nbsp; The report of a phaser could be heard over and over as Northrop ran through one of her practice scenarios.&nbsp; Her phasers were not your standard issue ones....yet something her father had given her before his death.&nbsp; They were pistols, custom made for her.&nbsp; <br><br>But now, it was time to be in the lounge for the Captain's gathering.&nbsp; Swinging by her quarters, she dropped off her equipment and changed clothes.&nbsp; A few minutes after that, she was walking through the doors into Three-Forward wearing a dark gray sweater with a black knee-length skirt and black leather, high-heel, mid-calf boots.&nbsp; &nbsp;Making her way over to the bar, she caught the bartender's attention and ordered, "Saurian Brandy, please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 22:37:53</strong>
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				Airik was served his simple glass of white wine and he thanked the crewman. Wine was a completely different story on his home world. It wasn't aged for years or even decades. The full bodied wine was aged for generations. That was true of most liquors and cordials. When you lived seemingly forever things took on whole new perspectives.<br><br>He took a sip and managed to get it down. It wasn't all that bad, actually. Nothing that would win any awards, but won't kill anyone either.<br><br>"Doctor, not at all, please join me." Airik noted that the Chief Medical Officer changed out of her uniform and into something much more comfortable and appropriate. He noticed she ordered a martini cocktail.<br><br>Not that it mattered that much. They'd all be drinking synthehol which was the complete opposite of alcohol. Airik had a few bottles of wine stowed away for special occasions, otherwise it was purely non-alcohol for the crew.<br><br>"I see you must have found your quarters. Either that or you gave the crew quite a sight while changing." Airk smiled warmly. He noticed the Intelligence Officer enter. Hopefully Three-Forward would become a place to unwind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 23:31:28</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Please, call me Sahara," she said with a smile as she turned, giving the Captain her attention as he spoke.&nbsp; When she heard what he had to say, she looked at the Captain and laughed.&nbsp; "I can assure you that we haven't found a new way to boost morale amongst your men, and apparently some of your women aboard this ship either," she teased, reaching for her drink and taking a sip.&nbsp; It wasn't bad, but it could be a little bit better.&nbsp; However, Sahara had never been one to be picky about what she had been given.<br><br>"I'm glad that you decided to have this little get-together," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "I was planning on spending the evening holed up in my office trying to get things straightened out, but I supposed that the task could wait for tomorrow when I am bit more refreshed.&nbsp; Also, I have an assistant that hasn't seemed to have arrived yet," she explained.&nbsp; "I figured I'd give her until tomorrow, before I start unpacking, that way she'll be there as a source of help," she said.<br><br>"I think it's safe to say that if she isn't on the ship before it takes off, then she won't be coming either way," she explained.&nbsp; "Though, some sort of warning in advanced would have been nice," Sahara explained, giving him a bit of a tight smile as she pondered the implications of this.&nbsp; She could definitely survive without the help, but she knew that it would be a lot more easier with some sort of help there.<br><br>"Tomorrow, I suspect I'm going to be up to my neck in filing, organizing and redecorating my office and the Sickbay," she said.&nbsp; "Would you care to trade jobs for the day?" she grinned, taking another sip of her drink.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LongN4</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 02:23:12</strong>
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				The doors to the lounge suddenly slid open. A slim, pale blue Andorian ensign ran through them seemingly desperate to get through before the doors clamped shut. Gripping a nearby table for leverage she was hyperventiliating in a attempt to both breath and calm her frayed nerves. She felt like she had just ran through all of the ships walkways, crawlspaces, and rooms, <em>twice</em>. She didn't think finding the chief of secuirty would be this hard, and she had followed all the directions that the crewmen gave to her. And yet somehow the exact location of the officer she would be working under still eluded her. <br><br>She had been to the firing range where she was forced to duck and weave through a barrage of phaser fire as she had somehow wondered onto the area between the range's blast shields and its holographic targets, she had been to the bridge and even managed to reach the chief tactical officer's console before being shouted off the bridge, she even made it to the section of the ship's living quarters that was reserved for secuirty personel no luck there either just a bunch of irate half asleep security officers who each assigned her to several weeks of scrubbing out the ship's new fangled intermix chamber.<br><br>"Chief Secuirty officer" Tatania had to pause for a second to gulp down another breathful of precious air, "where is he? please tell me!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 04:30:42</strong>
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				Airik Mitchell nodded. "Sahara," said in response to the Chief Medical Officer's suggestion. He listened and then chuckled at her suggestions of filing and such. "Paperwork can't be that bad since there is no paper." Airik joked. Though the saying remained, it was true that everyone was electronic and what was filed included PADDs, isolinear chips, and other technology.<br><br>"I seem to remember reading in the manifest that you've got a do..." Before the Captain was able to get out the 'g' in 'dog' they were abruptly interrupted. Airik set down his wine.<br><br>"Ensign?" Airik moved over to the Andorian. The Ba'ku looked over to the Chief Medical Officer to assist with a quite assessment of the situation. "Doctor, some help please." Airik did make out a request for the Chief Security Officer as he watched Doctor Tir check the ensign out.<br><br>=/\= "Mitchell to Lieutenant Tosh, report to Three Forward." =/\=
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 04:43:47</strong>
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				A few minutes later, Tosh entered through the doors.&nbsp; There was no casual clothing.&nbsp; He was wearing his uniform as he had been before.&nbsp; The man surveyed the room to find some of the same people from the officers meeting including the captain and the doctor.&nbsp; He turned to the young looking commander, giving him a rather confused look.<br><br>"You wanted to see me, sir?"&nbsp; He asked, looking to the doubled over Andorian.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 04:59:09</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sahara was looking over the Ensign that was doubled over on the floor.&nbsp; From what she could see, there wasn't any sign of damage or trauma.&nbsp; Just perhaps the product of an overexcited worker on the ship.<br><br>"If you start to feel faint, or develop any sort of ache in your head area, please come see me in the Sickbay, or here.&nbsp; I'll be here for most of the night," she explained, helping the Andorian to her feet.<br><br>"It appears that you are being sought out, Lieutenant Tosh," Sahara said with a smile as she stood back up.&nbsp; "This young Ensign took a nasty fall just now, and it appears that she was looking for you.&nbsp; I am pleased to report that there doesn't seem to be any harm done to her," Sahara said, looking at the Captain, the Lieutenant and the Ensign.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LongN4</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 21:18:50</strong>
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				The Andorian gave the doctor a weary smile, and nodded her head. At the moment that was all she could do to signal her acquiesce to the doctor's orders. It wasn't that she was out of shape, in fact she was considered one of the more athletic cadets during her days in the academy. The fact that of the matter was that as an Andorian her metabolism was only a a few steps more efficient than say....a Terran hummingbird's so she often found herself physically spent more easily and more often than most other star fleet officers. Though she had learned how to pace herself, and could usually recover quicker than most of her kind. Even now her rapid breathing was starting to even out a bit. Well that was until she heard who the captain had just summoned to the lounge.<br><br>"Lieutenant Tosh?! " The ensign quickly got up, well as quickly as her tired body would let her. Raising one hand in a shaky salute towards her new boss she practicably shouted in his face when she introduced herself. "ENSIGN TATANIA LEBEDEVA REPORTING FOR DUTY!", and then she remembered who it was that actually called her new direct superior over here in the first place. Spinning on her heel she faced Captain Mitchell. "Um...ENSIGN TATANIA LEBEDEVA REPORTING TO DUTY....to you.....as well....." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 22:24:39</strong>
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				Tosh cocked an eyebrow as the young ensign turned and saluted in a most anxious fashion.&nbsp; Her voice was loud, her salute shaky and awkward.&nbsp; Overall, he found it amusing though he never let it show.&nbsp; She then turned to the captain and gave a similar introduction.<br><br>"I appreciate your enthusiasm, ensign, but you're technically not supposed to report for duty until tomorrow."&nbsp; He looked over her shoulder at the captain, cracking a small smile which he hardly ever let anyone see.&nbsp; It disappeared as quickly as it had come.&nbsp; "If you feel you cannot wait, feel free to make yourself familiar with the security stations...unless, of course, captain Mitchell has some other task that would be better suited until we depart.&nbsp; Whatever you choose, it was good to meet you ensign.&nbsp; I'm sure you'll not let us down."&nbsp; Tosh said before glancing to Mitchell again and giving him a nod.&nbsp; He turned and left the lounge to head back to his room.&nbsp; There was a message awaiting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 00:10:14</strong>
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				Airik watched the exchange that occurred before him. The Andorian ensign was eager, perhaps a bit too eager. He didn't smile until his eyes met Lieutenant Tosh's and the Captain saw a fleeting grin. <br><br>"Thank you Lieutenant." The Captain said to Tosh. "Please do come back if you're able." <br><br>The Ba'ku then looked to the ensign. "Ensign Lebedeva, welcome to the McNair. As Lieutenant Tosh said, this evening is for ensuring everything is in tip top shape. You should take some time to enjoy the moment as well. Many of the crew will be assembling here for a last hurrah."<br><br>Airik then looked to Sahara and gave her a nod.<br><br>The Captain didn't remember being that young. It was exciting, energizing. One of the few disadvantages to the Ba'ku who were more calm, collected and not one to rush experiences. Tatania Lebedeva hopefully would provide that young energy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 04:19:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Things do have a way of staying exciting here, don't they?" Sahara said, chuckling as she looked at the Captain.&nbsp; "I have a feeling that the duration of our lovely exploration is going to be quite an interesting and entertaining one," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "But, that's a good thing, isn't it?&nbsp; Keeps things from getting boring in the midst of being all alone in space."<br><br>Sahara smiled and took another sip of her drink.&nbsp; She was never one to be a heavy drinker, even with the fact that it wasn't alcohol that she was drinking.&nbsp; She would probably be nursing the same drink for the entire night.&nbsp; "I bet you're probably used to such craziness, hmm?" she asked, looking at Airik.&nbsp; "You've been on plenty missions.&nbsp; I'm sure you've seen and done it all," she told him.<br><br>While Sahara wasn't a novice, she knew that there was no way that she had the kind of experience that the Captain had being aboard ships and participating in excursions like this one.&nbsp; But, one thing was for certain...With every new voyage that she encountered, there was lots to learn.</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 01:34:14</strong>
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				After the Senior Staff meeting had broken up, Sam had gone back to his quarters and unpacked the personal belongings that he'd managed to get from the <em>Odysseus</em> to the <em>McNair</em> personally.&nbsp; There was more...but it was all peripheral and non-essential to him, so the <em>Ambassador</em>-class could drop it off at a Starbase, and if the <em>McNair</em> ever got there, then he could pick them up and have them transferred aboard ship.<br><br>Once that was done, he set about changing his dress for the launch celebration.&nbsp; While he usually showed up to formal occasions in his Starfleet best, it had become apparent to him that that was <em>verboten</em> at this gathering, which was supposed to be informal.&nbsp; However...even without considering his uniforms, he didn't see much in the middle of the casual&lt;----&gt;formal spectrum.&nbsp; And he decided that it would be a little bit better to be overdressed...especially considering the Holodeck.<br><br>After changing clothes, and checking the Holodeck to make sure that everything was set, he entered the crew lounge, wearing a full tuxedo.&nbsp; It had been that, or a suit, and there really wasn't much difference in the level of formality between the two.<br><br>He noted the Captain and Chief Medical Officer sitting at a table together.&nbsp; "Captain, mind if I sit down?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 01:53:18</strong>
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				Airik Mitchell took another sip of his wine. He couldn't help but continue to smile at the eagerness of the young ensign. A voice behind him broke his thoughts. He turned to see Commander MacReady. "Of course not Commander, please join us."<br><br>The Captain noticed that the First Officer was well dressed, putting his best foot forward as it was. Airik motioned to a seat at their table. "One last drink before the official position." Airik said holding up his fake wine. <br><br>Airik didn't know that much about the ship's Executive Officer other than what was stored in his crew record. Those were always tainted by the individual making entries. It would be interesting to learn more about the human and his seemingly opposite approach from that of the pacifist Ba'ku. He wondered how often they would agree versus disagree on courses of action.<br><br>"The Doctor and I just met a new crew member anxious to get started."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 02:09:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Commander," Sahara said with a smile as she extended her hand towards the Executive Officer.&nbsp; "It's a pleasure to see you again," she told Commander MacReady, looking at him.&nbsp; He was dressed quite nicely tonight, and she was glad to see that she was not the only one that had chosen to go a bit more dressy in her apparel for the evening.<br><br>She laughed softly as she heard what the Captain had said about the new ensign that they had just met.&nbsp; "Yes, she's certainly excited alright," she said, with a chuckle.&nbsp; "I just hope that excitement doesn't cause her to end up in my neck of the ship too often," she commented, taking a last sip of her drink and ordering another one.<br><br>"You look quite nice tonight," she said with a smile as she looked at the tuxedo that the Commander was wearing.&nbsp; "Very dashing, if I do say so myself," she commented with a wink.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 02:15:04</strong>
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				After a fresh shower, Dun headed to Three Forward for the gathering in his most casual dress (http://www.thescifiworld.net/img/interviews/paul_mcgillion_01.jpg).&nbsp; There was so much to do that it would not matter all that much whether or not he took the time or not off his busy schedule.&nbsp; Besides, the dock crew he had been working with were exceptional and they would be catching all hell from theirs and him yellin at them really only made them cross.&nbsp; Laughing to himself, he entered the door as it slid open, nodding here and there as he headed straight for the bar.<br><br>"Double shot espresso, mate," he addressed the crewman behind the bar.&nbsp; Maybe with a little caffeine he could shore up his energy and get some more work done before the the morning.&nbsp; Thanking the ensign and turning with his steaming cup of coffee, Dun turned and settled back against the bar.<br><br>There were quite a few people already in attendance, notably the ships top two.&nbsp; Excitability also was apparent in the form of the nervous and shaky ensign or few that had gathered.&nbsp; Social grace and nerve always cracked the engineer up.&nbsp; When you had so much raw power just under control in the middle of the most appealing of situations, you tended to be a bit more rough around the edges personality wise.<br><br>Dun nodded at the little group that centered on what was most likely one of the Security Chiefs newest arrivals and took a sip of his drink.&nbsp; Ahh, the beauty of social naivety.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 02:18:13</strong>
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				"The Andorian Ensign, right?"&nbsp; Sam responded to the Captain's comment about a new face aboard.&nbsp; "I just passed her on the way in.&nbsp; She seemed very...energetic."&nbsp; Well, not that he could blame her.&nbsp; He had been that way somewhat out of the Academy aboard his first ship.&nbsp; Time would pass, though, and she'd mellow into a calm officer, for certain.<br><br>He sat down at the table, noting Sahara's extended hand.&nbsp; Well...he decided to go ahead and kiss it, hoping it wasn't some sort of Betazoid cultural faux pas.&nbsp; He smiled and shrugged, ordering a glass of Tarkalian wine.&nbsp; "Well, it was this, my work clothes, or a Starfleet uniform," he told her.&nbsp; "I didn't bring a lot of additional clothes with me from the <em>Odysseus</em>."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LongN4</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 03:26:44</strong>
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				"Yes sir! I'll try my hardest to relax!" She gave both the captain, and the chief security officer another quick fist into forehead salute. before marching off to the nearest empty table where she sat down to "relax"; shoulders and back completely straight, feet completely parallel with each other and no more than 6 inches apart, eyes wide and staring straight ahead. Well at least she started breathing normally again. She would relax properly like she was ordered to, train for a two hour, take a shower hoping against hope that she wouldn't nearly drown herself again, go over the notebooks she had brought over from the academy and then head to bed. Yes this was a plan that she could do...hopefully.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 05:03:28</strong>
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				<br>Cate (http://www.pyroradio.com/images/uploaded/amy%20adams%20front.jpg) had taken longer than usual to get ready, actually spending a bit of time on some light but feature enhancing makeup.&nbsp; She loosened her hair from the thick braid, allowing it to cascade in soft coppery waves down her back.&nbsp; Her fair face was flanked with long silver earrings ... quite shiny!&nbsp; And, in spite of herself, Cate had to admit, she did feel feminine, and <em>that </em>felt pretty good.<br>&nbsp;<br>The heels of her metallic silver shoes (http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/main/images/2007/08/06/shoes.jpg) made a notably different noise than her standard black boots, causing her to 'hmmm' to herself as she walked down to Three Forward.&nbsp; Cate's stride different now, her shoulders were dropped, she stood taller and there was a distinct swivel to her gate, causing the subtlest swish from her dark teal dress (http://images12.greatglam.com/prod_images_large/MagnifyTealXA11.jpg) with every movement.&nbsp; It certainly showed off her curves more flatteringly than a Starfleet uniform.&nbsp; Alright, getting dressed up every so often wasn't horrible.&nbsp; Inconspicuously giving the dress a slight&nbsp; tug to smooth it she cleared her throat, fought the flush that threatened to come to her cheeks, and strolled through the doors as they opened.<br><br>There was that momentary feeling of nakedness, not true nakedness, more like when you have one of those dreams where you're back in high school and suddenly you realize you've forgotten all your clothes, yet inexplicably you keep walking through the halls anyway ... yes, that kind of naked.&nbsp; But Cate kept walking, tall, pointing her toes consciously so as not to trip over herself and letting her foot hit the floor evenly.&nbsp; She smiled politely at any of the crew who met her eyes, though her chin remained tilted downward, she was still herself after all.&nbsp; It was pleasing to note that everyone had their own style of dress and none seemed uncomfortable, whether it be casual, formal, or somewhere in between.<br><br>Quickly, possibly too quickly, Cate made her way over to the bar, not quite at ease with the idea of being in the center of the room for any extended period of time.&nbsp; As she leaned against the bar she suppressed the urge to tug her dress down further, of course that would have only served to expose more of her chest region.&nbsp; She resisted.&nbsp; Catching the bartender's eye she smiled softly to indicate she wanted a drink.<br><br>"Be-" she stopped herself and pursed her glossed petal pink lips.&nbsp; "Bellini, please ... no wait ... eh screw it!" she muttered under her breath, a slightly wicked glint coming to her bright blue-green eyes.&nbsp; "Ale, please.&nbsp; Something from Earth, just surprise me."&nbsp; Well, it wasn't a beer, was it?&nbsp; No it was not, and she'd already been taken far enough outside of her comfort zone for one evening.&nbsp; When the bartender returned with the &nbsp;thistle glass (http://feeds2.yourstorewizards.com/3363/images/250x1000/lg-3402.jpg) Cate made a conscious decision to <em>sip</em>, not<em> gulp</em>.&nbsp; Progress was progress.<br><br>Once surfacing from the surprisingly good ale she noticed the Chief of Engineering a little ways down the bar from her, scanning the room.&nbsp; In an effort not to be a complete social failure she nodded to him, tumbling a few strawberry tendrils forward, and greeted him pleasantly.&nbsp; "Good evening, Lieutenant."&nbsp; Then came another<em> sip</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 15:35:02</strong>
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				Captain Airik Mitchell finished off his glass of synthetic wine, not feeling any effects of alcohol. A shame really. The Ba'ku were a technologically superior race until they chose to abandon the technology for reality. Only recently have Ba'ku left the home world and even then very few had made the decision. How could one leave Eden?<br><br>For the Captain it came in the form of an attache sent by the Federation. Admiral Dallas Vincent was a striking man with a striking personality to boot. He had a very different life from Airik. Dallas' life was full of rush and priorities and duty. Airik was able to help take some of that away and cause Dallas to live in the moment.<br><br>Shaking off the memories, Airik smiled at the comment on MacReady's clothing. "I think you made an excellent choice. Very stunning." He noted additional crew enter and when he made eye contact, would nod and smile. "You two seem to match."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 06:03:42</strong>
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				Val had docked his shuttle some time ago...&nbsp; For him it was a strange time when he didn't want to leave the home of his shuttle but was excited for the new home on a star ship.&nbsp; He knew that he would get used to living aboard ship but between missions unless something was critical he usually traveled to his new assignment on his own ship.&nbsp; He liked space, liked living in space.&nbsp; He had been a freight runner for a good portion of his young adult life and now...&nbsp; Now he was an officer, Science Officer to be exact.&nbsp; It was all new and exciting.&nbsp; His antennae twitched slightly as they often did when he was excited.<br><br>He straightened up his uniform in the mirror, he had already checked in at the bridge, now he wanted to see the crew lounge, Three Forward.&nbsp; Leaving his quarters he headed off only having to stop for directions once along the way.<br><br>The doors slid open, his tall frame wasn't especially big but instead was muscular and well toned.&nbsp; The blue hue to his skin and then antennae were a dead giveaway to his race, no one in the room would have to wonder what he was.&nbsp; He liked that, striking, bold.&nbsp; Impossible to hide from.<br><br>He took a moment to survey the room after heading enough in the room to not block the door.&nbsp; Then he headed over to the bar and got a drink of ale.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 06:23:38</strong>
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				After completing his work on the bridge Chief Science Officer Lugus made a brief stop off at his quarters.&nbsp; The stop was only long enough to change into the white formal robes of Vulcan.&nbsp; With this small task completed Lugus made his way to the crew lounge which was quickly starting to become known as 3-Forward.<br><br>The bar was beginning to look rather crowded so instead of attempting a seat at the bar the Vulcan favored a small out of the way table that afforded him a view of the shipyard with the ever present form of Mars in the back ground.&nbsp; It was a planet that Lugus felt more kinship with as it reminded him of his own home world.&nbsp; When the waitress came by Lugus ordered a red wine then went back to looking out the viewer over towards Mars.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 19:51:19</strong>
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				An hour later, the doors slid open once more to allow Tosh to reenter the festivities.&nbsp; However, now he was dressed in a black suit with white vest beneath and white silk bow tie around his neck.&nbsp; He scanned the room, noticing the nature of its inhabitants hadn't changed all that much since he last stepped through the door.&nbsp; A heavy breath was taken before the tall man stepped closer to the small gathering where Captain Mitchell, Commander MacReady, and CMO Tir were standing.<br><br>"I decided to take your suggestion and rejoin you.&nbsp; Please, don't allow me to interrupt.&nbsp; I'll need to get a drink anyway."&nbsp; Tosh said before turning toward the bar.<br><br>He stepped up to the bar where he ordered a high ball of dark rum and ginger beer, a drink he had come accustomed and enjoy on Earth.&nbsp; Once the drink was in hand, he stepped back toward the others, sipping the alcoholic concoction.&nbsp; The familiar taste was enough to bring him back to a few months prior, the last time he had actually had an occasion to drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 01:32:06</strong>
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				<em><strong>(tag Tosh and anyone else who wants to comment)</strong></em><br><br>Val glanced over at the beefy man in a suit and smiled.&nbsp; This perhaps would be a fun ship.&nbsp; He had reviewed (as anyone new to a ship should) the senior crew manifest and figured that man looked like a the chief of security.&nbsp; As the man passed near him getting the drink.&nbsp; His antennae moved to face the man before his face did entirely, smiling he said, "Smart suit...&nbsp; Sir."&nbsp; He moved his drink as if in a mild toast but more to point at the suit itself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 02:14:00</strong>
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				As he passed back toward his intended destination, another crew member who he hadn't seen before turned and complimented his attire.&nbsp; Tosh simply gave a polite nod before saying, "thank you.&nbsp; I am Lieutenant Tosh, and you are?"&nbsp; He inquired, wondering who the second Andorian he had seen that day was.<br><br>The hand holding his drink brought it closer to his lips where he took a large sip from the glass.&nbsp; If only he were drinking actual alcohol.&nbsp; He might have gained the nerve and drive to get to know much of the crew better.&nbsp; For now, he would just have to keep pushing despite his want to head back to his quarters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 03:20:41</strong>
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				Airik Mitchell watched as the crew entered Three Forward. Most seemed to have smiles on their faces. He wasn't surprised, everything around them was new and yet to be explored. He momentarily got caught up in the moment. It was something that happened to Ba'ku who were so in tune with the passage of time. As though everyone around him moved in slow motion he held the moment.<br><br>Warned that he should never manipulate time in any manner he shook of the reverie. A new glass of wine was set before him and he held it up. "To the McNair." He said to Commander MacReady and the Doctor. He took a sip with the toast.<br><br>Looking around he noticed an almost bubble around their table. He then realized that it was him. "Thank you for spending some time with me Commander and Doctor. I believe I should prepare for tomorrow's ceremony and read up on the Mission." Airik stood up and nodded to both.<br><br>On the way out he walked by Lieutenant Tosh. "Lieutenant." Airik gave a slight nod to the Angosian. Two beings that were brought up completely different - a Ba'ku and Angosian soldier. It would be an interesting ride.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 19:03:19</strong>
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				Tosh politely gives the captain a nod as he passed by.&nbsp; It seemed he had come too late.&nbsp; Was the party already in its throws of death?&nbsp; He drank another gulp of his rum and ginger concoction before turning to the doctor.<br><br>"Don't tell me you are going to abandon me too?"&nbsp; He asked with a slight smile.&nbsp; <br><br>Conversation was getting easier.&nbsp; Perhaps it was the drink or maybe he was just a little distracted.&nbsp; Whatever it was, he seemed to be a little more comfortable with his surroundings.<br><br>The security chief then turned to MacReady.&nbsp; "Do you ever wander down to the holodeck?&nbsp; I've been known to live in there on occasion.&nbsp; Training exercises mostly."&nbsp; He said, trying to make conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 18:18:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://gallery.allwomenstalk.com/2010/07/Kellys_sky-high_boots/100728X7_BROOK_B-GR_02.jpg)</div>Transporter Chief Avalona walked into 3-Forward and looked around to see if she could spot Karn who was supposed to be meeting her there.&nbsp; As she looked around she spotted a beautiful woman standing in a crowd wearing a beautifully tight teal dress that truly complemented the woman's features.&nbsp; Ava could not help but wondering if those perfect globes were still available for sharing or if they already belonged to somebody.&nbsp; Perhaps she would just have to ask and find out.&nbsp; Providing of course they had real alcohol at the bar to give Avalona a little extra shot of courage.&nbsp; Over the years of working with Star Fleet her people skills had improved quite a bit but when it came to meeting new people in a social setting she still tended to be a bit shy.<br><br>Avalona walked over to the bar nodding and smiling shyly to those she passed on the way in.&nbsp; Stepping up to the bar she ordered a gin and tonic when she caught the attention of the bar tender before turning in her seat to look over the gathered people.&nbsp; Some of them she had met as they had beamed aboard the ship but others had come aboard while she was off duty so there were still many new and strange faces to her.&nbsp; <br><br>While she waited she couldn't help but wonder what had her friend Karn all worked up.&nbsp; He seemed rather upset about what ever disagreement he had with the Captains decisions.&nbsp; Avalona hoped it would be something that she could help him with and maybe put the Klingon's mind at ease.&nbsp; Yes albeit a difficult task but it could be done.&nbsp; Especially when one took into consideration the fact they had been good friends in the academy.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 21:20:21</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3766407#msg3766407">Quote from: ReijiTabibito on 13-10-2010, 02:18:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He sat down at the table, noting Sahara's extended hand.&nbsp; Well...he decided to go ahead and kiss it, hoping it wasn't some sort of Betazoid cultural faux pas.&nbsp; He smiled and shrugged, ordering a glass of Tarkalian wine.&nbsp; "Well, it was this, my work clothes, or a Starfleet uniform," he told her.&nbsp; "I didn't bring a lot of additional clothes with me from the <em>Odysseus</em>."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sari's face turned into a blush as the Executive Officer turned and kissed her outstretched hand.&nbsp; It was a long time since she had been subjected to such a wonderfully well-manned person.&nbsp; Either the Executive Officer was that, or he was just a flirt.&nbsp; She would deal with the latter later if it proved to be such.&nbsp; For now, she would just believe that he was a well-mannered person.<br><br>"Well, perhaps the ones that you have will do fine, or if they won't, they can at least last until we can stop off somewhere so that you can acquire others that are to your liking," she said with a smile. "Though, I suppose, while my closet isn't as sparse as yours, mine has a bit more options for clothing," she said, thinking out loud.<br><br>The captain drew her attention from her musings, when he raised his glass in a toast.&nbsp; "To the McNair," she said with a smile.&nbsp; She took a drink of her martini, and looked up, hearing that the Captin was leaving.&nbsp; "It was a pleasure," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "Please don't hesitate to contact me if you have need of my assistance," she informed him, smiling as she watched him go.<br><br>Turning back to the two men that she had been left with, she gave them both pleasant smiles.&nbsp; "The holodeck," she said, looking at Lieutenant Tosh.&nbsp; "I haven't been down there yet," she said.&nbsp; "Is it a nice place?" she asked.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 03:50:43</strong>
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				Lieutenant Rhiannon "Ri" McKenny wandered into the crew lounge. She had spent the most of her day setting up her office and then headed to her room to read up on some of the files of the crew. Starting with the senior staff, she systematically worked her way down the line making little random notes. <br><br>One fault she had was that she was notorious for just throwing herself into her work and forgetting things..like eating and sleep.&nbsp; So Ri had sent a reminder on her computer and sure enough it had gone off for 20 minutes until she had gotten up. Heading into the bathroom, she showered and dressed in a jumpsuit[/ulr]. As the doors opened with a gentle swoosh, she took note of those inside. Quietly she headed to a loan window seat where she would be able to look out upon everyone else.&nbsp; She noted several of the staff whose information she had read up on. There was Transporter Chief Avalona, Chief Science Officer Lugus, Captain Mitchell, Commander MacReady, and CMO Tir to name a few. Smiling, she ordered some Chai tea when a woman came to take her order.<br><br>Right now, Ri wanted nothing more than to watch. In watching she would learn so much more than just reading the files.&nbsp; People knew..all species knew how to trick those asking the questions..how to hide things. It was the nature of all. Masks were worn..and the true person behind the stone was never seen, even by those one trusted..loved..or even by their family. (http://72.167.41.109/images/clothing-outfit-q-7226black.gif)
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 09:05:42</strong>
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				Val had been distracted rather rudely when Tosh had spoken to him.&nbsp; Bad manners on his part...&nbsp; He didn't think he was that nervous entering this ship, certainly it wasn't natural for him to be.&nbsp; It was just the first day, there really wasn't anything to be nervous about.&nbsp; Looking around however, the energy of the room was different from most ships he had been on.&nbsp; The room was somehow charged with personality.&nbsp; On any given ship there usually were the people who just did their jobs&nbsp; - those people made up most of the crew.&nbsp; There were the people who didn't like their jobs, few in Starfleet.&nbsp; Then there were the people who really made up what it was to be a Starfleet Officer, those people who not just loved their jobs but excelled at them.<br><br>The energy in the room was like being in a room of too much talent, too many gifted people in one place.&nbsp; When others began to walk in, he got nervous.<br><br>He stuffed his nerves down into the floor and headed over to where Tosh had gone.&nbsp; He approached and smiled, when the conversation permitted politely he said, "I'm sorry I somehow got distracted, I'm not usually that rude.&nbsp; I am Lieutenant Keval th-Zarth, my friends call me Val though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 18:24:23</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3785551#msg3785551">Quote from: Pixilicious on 17-10-2010, 21:20:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>Turning back to the two men that she had been left with, she gave them both pleasant smiles.&nbsp; "The holodeck," she said, looking at Lieutenant Tosh.&nbsp; "I haven't been down there yet," she said.&nbsp; "Is it a nice place?" she asked.</span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tosh couldn't hold in a chuckle at the question.&nbsp; It may have been a record because he smiled twice in one night.&nbsp; He didn't know if the question was genuine or if Dr. Tir was simply playing dumb to inspire a light-hearted feel to the conversation.&nbsp; Either way, Tosh answered accordingly.<br><br>"It's a holodeck, doctor.&nbsp; It's a nice as you want it to be.&nbsp; I imagine that my idea of nice and yours would be completely different though.&nbsp; I am usually found training within which is relaxing.&nbsp; Odd, I know, but it seems to be my element."&nbsp; He answered before turning to the Andorian he had passed earlier.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3788258#msg3788258">Quote from: titanshadow on 18-10-2010, 09:05:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He stuffed his nerves down into the floor and headed over to where Tosh had gone.&nbsp; He approached and smiled, when the conversation permitted politely he said, "I'm sorry I somehow got distracted, I'm not usually that rude.&nbsp; I am Lieutenant Keval th-Zarth, my friends call me Val though."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tosh hadn't really thought the man was rude.&nbsp; It was, perhaps, a simple misunderstanding if anything.&nbsp; The security chief offered his hand when Keval introduced himself.&nbsp; "I think I am the one to apologize.&nbsp; I saw the captain leaving and wanted to say goodbye before he left.&nbsp; Forgive me.&nbsp; Again, I am Lieutenant Tosh.&nbsp; It is a pleasure to meet you.&nbsp; Please forgive my ignorance again, but which station do you hold upon the McNair?"&nbsp; He politely asked before taking another sip of his beverage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 02:55:06</strong>
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				Alyssa had taken her brandy and headed off to a corner to observe the crew as they interacted.&nbsp; Her background made her interested in people and gave her the skills to know about a group of people by the things surrounding them.....and her current job gave her the skills she needed to read the actual people standing before her.&nbsp; <br><br>Of course it helped that she'd read the personnel files on them all. Being the Intelligence Officer had it's perks after all.&nbsp; <br><br>But nothing she'd seen so far had really piqued her interest....well...until someone new walked through the door.&nbsp; Northrop found herself staring for a moment before she realized that it was the Ship's Counselor she was gawking at.&nbsp; The raven haired woman forced herself to close her mouth, which them formed into a smirk. She was really cute.<br><br>Deciding that it would do her no good to simply stand aside, she stood up and approached after Lt. McKenny's drink was delivered.&nbsp; "Hello there.....you're the Ship's Counselor, right?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 03:09:44</strong>
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				Rhiannon wrapped her hands around the warm cup and looked up at the dark haired woman who was speaking.&nbsp; "Yes, yes I am. And you?" She knew who she woman was but Rhiannon wanted to play it off..learn a little.&nbsp; "Please join me if you want to." She smiled warmly and motioned to the empty chair across from her.&nbsp; Her interest was..piqued. No one thus far had noticed and, if they had, they had not come any where near her like this one. Lifting the cup to her lush lips, she smiled and sipped the warm brew. It always eased her jangled nerves.<br><br>Right now her&nbsp; nerves were a wreck. There were so many new people and here she was the only ship's counselor which meant anything and everything was all in her hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 03:32:28</strong>
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				Thoughts of Karn and what ever problems he might have been having with the Captian.&nbsp; Along with the beautiful set of breasts nestled in the teal dress were temporarily put on hold when a red headed bomb shell walked into 3-Forward.&nbsp; It seemed to Avalona as this ship was trying to make up for the lack of relationship material that had been available on her last assignment.&nbsp; Unfortunately for her she waited to long to act for shortly after the woman appeared in the room she was approached by the intelligence officer.<br><br>The transporter chief turned away from the scene and stared at the contents of her drink.&nbsp; What was the matter with her anyway.&nbsp; Why was she so suddenly fixated on relationships anyway... oh... it was that medical assistant and the way Karn had looked at her that had started the whole thing.&nbsp; But wait he hadn't looked at her in any particular way.&nbsp; They had just bumped into each other of course they had to look at one another.&nbsp; <br><br>'I know its the work... I've been pushing myself non stop since coming aboard.&nbsp; Nothing a really good nights sleep wont cure.'&nbsp; Ava told herself as she continued to look at her glass of wine.&nbsp; 'Just wait quietly right here... have your chat with Karn then get out as quickly as you can.&nbsp; With my luck none of these women date other women... that's how it was last time.&nbsp; '&nbsp; That was the plan anyway.&nbsp; Or at least the best one she could come up with on short notice.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 03:43:11</strong>
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				"Dr. Alyssa Northrop......I'm the Chief Intelligence Officer," she said with a smile.&nbsp; When she was offered a seat, she took it.&nbsp; "Thank you.....I didn't see you at the staff meeting earlier, did you just come aboard?"<br><br>She spun the glass slowly on the table between her two hands and looked at the woman she was now chatting with.&nbsp; It was all Alyssa could do not to stare further as Rhiannon sipped from what Alyssa's nose told her was Chai Tea.&nbsp; It didn't take a rocket scientist to notice that the counselor was nervous about something....which, really, was some what humorous.&nbsp; But Northrop kept herself in check, but did ask.&nbsp; "Is everything ok?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 03:51:23</strong>
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				Rhiannon giggled a little. "Well, my last assignment was at a space station. There was two of us. Now I'm kinda flying solo and all. But I'll be ok no worries there. As for the meeting..yeah just came aboard about 2 hours ago and sat down to read everyone's file. I get lost in time when I read and all.&nbsp; Tell me what I missed." Taking another sip, she smiled at her again.<br><br>Damn the woman had a...quality about her that Rhiannon found herself wondering more about.. a classic beauty that Rhiannon was always attracted to.&nbsp; Yeah, classic beauty with women and bad boys with the men.&nbsp; Rhiannon was one to swing both ways but was more attracted to women. Women seemed to know how to please each other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 09:28:45</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3789488#msg3789488">Quote from: Ryven on 18-10-2010, 18:24:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tosh hadn't really thought the man was rude.&nbsp; It was, perhaps, a simple misunderstanding if anything.&nbsp; The security chief offered his hand when Keval introduced himself.&nbsp; "I think I am the one to apologize.&nbsp; I saw the captain leaving and wanted to say goodbye before he left.&nbsp; Forgive me.&nbsp; Again, I am Lieutenant Tosh.&nbsp; It is a pleasure to meet you.&nbsp; Please forgive my ignorance again, but which station do you hold upon the McNair?"&nbsp; He politely asked before taking another sip of his beverage.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Val smiled and shook the hand warmly with a tight but friendly grip.&nbsp; He knew how much humans valued a good handshake.&nbsp; "Nice to meet you, sir, I am a science officer.&nbsp; Plasma physics is my specialty.&nbsp; I heard you mention that you like holodeck training, what kind?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 17:37:49</strong>
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				So far on the ship Makari had done little else besides attend meetings and spend his time in the crew lounge. It was almost like being back home on Risa. Except for the confined quarters of the ship. And the meetings. And the work. So... well not at all like being back at home. He grinned and stepped into the lounge. What did that make for, the second time in such a short time? It might not have been home, but he was definitely partaking in much more social chatter than work. And he could deal with that. The less work needing to be done, the safer things were. It seemed work only sprung up when bad things happened anyway. The more work you had, the more trouble going on. And when on a scientific research type ship? Well bad things meant like experiments gone awry or nebulas that ate crews souls... and none of that seemed all that an enticing motivator to get Makari to want extra work to do. <br><br>He shook his head and pushed those thoughts away. One ship gone awry was enough for anyone's career. Makari wasn't about to think about things going wrong on the McNair. It was a new start, a new promotion. He was all serious and a hard worker now.... okay not so much. But he could do his job, he DID do his job. He just... well was spending a lot of time in the crew lounge.<br><br>"Hello everyone," Makari said as he waved his hand at the gatherinfg of crew members. They were off in their own private conversations but it was still nice to play the friendly second officer and not try and be the stern type. Totally not his way. And if he ever had to be stern it was super effective if he was the nice guy having to yell. And more fun too... right?<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 03:28:45</strong>
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				"Well....if Starfleet didn't think you could handle it....they wouldn't have put you out here," Alyssa said.&nbsp; "So I think you'll be ok."<br><br>She offered the counselor a reassuring smile.&nbsp; "As for the meeting....you didn't miss much.&nbsp; Just a few introductions, both to the ship and to the people we'll be working with.&nbsp; So you said you were reading our files?&nbsp; Find anything interesting in mine?"<br><br>Northrop couldn't help but wonder what Starfleet said about her in her file.&nbsp; Despite the fact that she had a clearance as high as most line captains one of the few files she couldn't access was her own.&nbsp; Part of it was that....another part was just an excuse to talk to Rhiannon.&nbsp; Her smile grew a bit as she asked, then took a sip of her brandy.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 03:46:07</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3792535#msg3792535">Quote from: titanshadow on 19-10-2010, 09:28:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Val smiled and shook the hand warmly with a tight but friendly grip.&nbsp; He knew how much humans valued a good handshake.&nbsp; "Nice to meet you, sir, I am a science officer.&nbsp; Plasma physics is my specialty.&nbsp; I heard you mention that you like holodeck training, what kind?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tosh visibly softened at the inquiry to his training.&nbsp; He quite enjoyed talking about it as well as participating in it.&nbsp; "Well, I am proficient with all standard regulation weaponry.&nbsp; However, my personal favorites are hand-to-hand combat styles.&nbsp; I've been trained in karate, kenpo, judo, kickboxing, and taekwondo, to name a few.&nbsp; I have created a series of training programs, some of which are still used at the academy, and I have a personal repertoire of programs that I have created to train myself further.&nbsp; I've programmed them into holodeck format with varied difficulties and have been studying them for the better part of my time in star fleet, and at the same time, improving on their content."&nbsp; The man finally stopped with a smile then cleared his throat as if to lighten the mood a bit.<br><br>"So, umm...plasma physics?&nbsp; What made you pick that for your area of expertise?"&nbsp; Tosh asked, trying to give Val a chance to converse.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 07:42:23</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3793421#msg3793421">Quote from: Barnbean on 19-10-2010, 17:37:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hello everyone," Makari said as he waved his hand at the gatherinfg of crew members. They were off in their own private conversations but it was still nice to play the friendly second officer and not try and be the stern type. Totally not his way. And if he ever had to be stern it was super effective if he was the nice guy having to yell. And more fun too... right?<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Val heard the general greeting of the human that just walked in...&nbsp; He thought it might be the XO but he didn't know for sure, he was only vaguely familiar with the pictures of the senior officers...&nbsp; None the less, he silently raised a glass to the man anyway.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3795310#msg3795310">Quote from: Ryven on 20-10-2010, 03:46:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tosh visibly softened at the inquiry to his training.&nbsp; He quite enjoyed talking about it as well as participating in it.&nbsp; "Well, I am proficient with all standard regulation weaponry.&nbsp; However, my personal favorites are hand-to-hand combat styles.&nbsp; I've been trained in karate, kenpo, judo, kickboxing, and taekwondo, to name a few.&nbsp; I have created a series of training programs, some of which are still used at the academy, and I have a personal repertoire of programs that I have created to train myself further.&nbsp; I've programmed them into holodeck format with varied difficulties and have been studying them for the better part of my time in star fleet, and at the same time, improving on their content."&nbsp; The man finally stopped with a smile then cleared his throat as if to lighten the mood a bit.<br><br>"So, umm...plasma physics?&nbsp; What made you pick that for your area of expertise?"&nbsp; Tosh asked, trying to give Val a chance to converse.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Val listened, this man had extensive hand to hand training, and enjoyed talking about it.&nbsp; He wasn't bad at combat, really, he wasn't.&nbsp; It also wasn't really his thing outside a holodeck.&nbsp; Now, inside, he could enjoy light training, good to blow off steam at least.<br><br>"Remind me not to meet you in a darkened corridor." Val said with a playful tone and a soft chuckle, "Plasma physics?&nbsp; I'm not sure to be honest, in the academy it was my best subject and the way energy and matter coexist in a kind of symbiosis fascinates me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 19:04:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Ensign Kroken Liara</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/200px-Sito.jpg)</div><br>Liara was feeling some apprehension as she approached the door to Three Forward.&nbsp; She had dropped her bags off in her room and had been told by the duty officer to check in with Captain Mitchell and Commander MacReady as soon as possible.&nbsp; Starfleet prepared her for this job and working on DS9 had exposed her to the way Starfleet was...but that didn't mean it was easy for her.&nbsp; She took a deep breath, pulling her uniform top from the bottom to straighten it out, she stepped towards the door as it slide aside with a light woosh.<br><br>The lounge was very busy and Liara felt her nervousness grow.&nbsp; It was one thing to talk to the Senior officers in a quiet private setting, but this many people meant she had ample opportunity to make a fool of herself.&nbsp; <em>Get a hold of yourself Liara</em> she scolded herself, lightly caressing the Bajoran ceremonial earring that hung from her ear.&nbsp; She had never been timid or reserved, now was not the time to start.&nbsp; She looked around the room, her keen eyes quickly picked out the three gold pips of the First officer sitting with a man with two Lieutenant pips wearing a blue uniform.&nbsp; That must be the science officer or the Chief Medical Officer.&nbsp; Liara didn't see the Captain so she figured she better at least report to the First officer.&nbsp; Stepping self assuredly up to the table where the Commander sat she waited for a moment of pause in the two men's conversation then stepped into view.&nbsp; "Please excuse me Gentlemen."&nbsp; Her Academy training kicking in without much control, as she stood at attention when she addressed the two men.&nbsp; "I'm Ensign Kroken Liara, Astrometrics and Propulsion.&nbsp; I was told by the Duty officer to check in with you and Captain."&nbsp; She stood at attention waiting for the First Officer to respond.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 07:55:41</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3767214#msg3767214">Quote from: Cassiopeia on 13-10-2010, 05:03:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Once surfacing from the surprisingly good ale she noticed the Chief of Engineering a little ways down the bar from her, scanning the room.&nbsp; In an effort not to be a complete social failure she nodded to him, tumbling a few strawberry tendrils forward, and greeted him pleasantly.&nbsp; "Good evening, Lieutenant."&nbsp; Then came another<em> sip</em>.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Good eve to you, lass.&nbsp; How ye like the ship so far, ready to make her go?"&nbsp; Dun laughed in a suppressed fashion, knowing that all his facts and statistics would mean nothing till the ensign had the helm before her.&nbsp; Surprised she would be too, cause it was a small bit 'o ship with alot of power behind it.<br><br>He raised his pint to her realizing that she was also a beer aficionado with a grin.&nbsp; It was always his pleasure to toast a fellow brew toter and he hoped that the helmsman would enjoy the speed and maneuverability that the new power supply provided.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 15:21:50</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3800218#msg3800218">Quote from: Aether on 21-10-2010, 07:55:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Good eve to you, lass.&nbsp; How ye like the ship so far, ready to make her go?"&nbsp; Dun laughed in a suppressed fashion, knowing that all his facts and statistics would mean nothing till the ensign had the helm before her.&nbsp; Surprised she would be too, cause it was a small bit 'o ship with alot of power behind it.<br><br>He raised his pint to her realizing that she was also a beer aficionado with a grin.&nbsp; It was always his pleasure to toast a fellow brew toter and he hoped that the helmsman would enjoy the speed and maneuverability that the new power supply provided. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Lieutenant, I've been ready to make her go for over two decades," Cate said with a nearly too broad smile before realizing just how green and wide eyed that would have sounded to someone of Dun's experience.&nbsp; The <em>McNair</em> made her feel like a grade school girl with a crush, not that anyone would have understood that particular metaphor, and if they had it quite possibly would have disturbed them.<br><br>"I ... what I mean to say is ... I've been dreaming of the chance to fly a ship like this.&nbsp; Unique, custom, powerful, something that others could only imagine in their minds.&nbsp; Suppose I never thought it would actually happen, and it's got me a bit love drunk, for lack of a better term."&nbsp; She raised her glass to him happily, hoping he didn't notice the blush on her face that sprung up from spilling her innermost thoughts to someone she'd not even known a full day.&nbsp; Her blue eyes drifted over to an empty corner of the room, a moment of shyness before she pulled herself back into the here and now.&nbsp; <br><br>Dun reminded her of the people she'd grown up with, no pretense, no posturing, no formality really, enjoyed a nice unassuming beer.&nbsp; He was what he was and Cate liked that, she was used to it and there was no reason she shouldn't feel comfortable.&nbsp; "I'd imagine, though, an engineer such as yourself can understand the depth of relationship one can have with a ship," or at least she hoped he could or she was running the risk of appearing off her rocker.&nbsp; Oh hell, maybe she was off her rocker!&nbsp; Most everyone here was more excited to get to know the rest of the crew, the actual living beings who made up the ship, and here she was pining away over what her first time at the helm of the McNair would be like.&nbsp; The ship's counselor probably would have had a field day with her psyche.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 22:11:49</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3796158#msg3796158">Quote from: titanshadow on 20-10-2010, 07:42:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Val listened, this man had extensive hand to hand training, and enjoyed talking about it.&nbsp; He wasn't bad at combat, really, he wasn't.&nbsp; It also wasn't really his thing outside a holodeck.&nbsp; Now, inside, he could enjoy light training, good to blow off steam at least.<br><br>"Remind me not to meet you in a darkened corridor." Val said with a playful tone and a soft chuckle, "Plasma physics?&nbsp; I'm not sure to be honest, in the academy it was my best subject and the way energy and matter coexist in a kind of symbiosis fascinates me."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tosh couldn't help but chuckle at that.&nbsp; "Oh, I'm pretty sure you wont have to worry about that, unless, of course, you somehow get on my bad side."&nbsp; He smirked deviously.<br><br>"So, you just happened to take it as your specialty?&nbsp; I can see that.&nbsp; I kinda did that.&nbsp; Never really got into ship operations, but I can sure bring some order to those on board."&nbsp; He nodded to Val's explanation which was about where Tosh's understanding of that sort of thing ended.&nbsp; Ask him about the best way to approach a hostage situation and he could give you a detailed report, but something like physics was way out of his league.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 17:31:31</strong>
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				MacReady nodded at Sahara's question.&nbsp; "Matter of fact, I know it to be, since I set it up myself for this particular celebration.&nbsp; That's part of why I chose this outfit as opposed to just a regular suit for the occasion."&nbsp; The First Officer stood up, smiling.&nbsp; "Chief Medical Officer Tir, would you like to accompany me to the Holodeck in question and see just what awaits there?"<br><br>The good Commander had a fondness for a book series that he'd discovered during his days at the Academy, and he'd decided to let the setting of said books series be the setting of tonight's Holodeck setup.&nbsp; He'd gone over it very carefully, making sure that the modifications needed to the setting - it couldn't take place during one of the books, obviously - had been successfully implemented.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 19:13:33</strong>
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				Invariably, whenever Makari walked into a social area that was even remotely capable of passing itself off as a bar or resort setting he was reminded of being home on Risa. The resort planet just had a way of seeping into one’s mind and making itself comparable to every other establishment in the known galaxy. If you could find it on Risa, you could seldom find it better other places. And memories formed while watching the twin suns of Risa rise and fall were never forgotten...<br><br>But that didn’t mean such bars had the same feel as a Risian one. Nor did they feel as... open... as homecoming... They were just places to socialize, for crew to mingle, for quiet conversations to happen. For staff to get to know one another. It was Starfleet sterile in a way, and that hardly screamed resort. It screamed work.<br><br>Work. It was ALWAYS about work. Makari shrugged his shoulders and stepped further into the room. He nodded back at the friendliness shown his way and made his way over to a nearby table. Ready to socialize, to pretend sterile meant Risa and that work meant play. Good luck with that one...
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 22:04:26</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3804374#msg3804374">Quote from: ReijiTabibito on 22-10-2010, 17:31:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">MacReady nodded at Sahara's question.&nbsp; "Matter of fact, I know it to be, since I set it up myself for this particular celebration.&nbsp; That's part of why I chose this outfit as opposed to just a regular suit for the occasion."&nbsp; The First Officer stood up, smiling.&nbsp; "Chief Medical Officer Tir, would you like to accompany me to the Holodeck in question and see just what awaits there?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>Sahara smiled, looking at the Executive Officer.&nbsp; "I feel like you had the unfair advantage here for the choice of wardrobe, Commander," she said with a smile as she spoke to Sam about the fact that he knew about what was in the Holodeck and could dress appropriately.&nbsp; Though, she supposed that she wasn't dressed too out of place since someone earlier had told her that she and the Commander were matching each other quite nicely in the outfits that they had chosen.<br><br>A blush rose in her cheeks as the Commander asked her to accompany him to the Holodeck.&nbsp; So...He was flirting with her earlier, when he had kissed her hand, she decided.&nbsp; Oh well, she thought.&nbsp; She would not pay any mind to his flirtatious nature unless something else were to occur.&nbsp; If it would, he would learn very quickly that Sahara was not the type to find excitement in the beds of random men every single night.&nbsp; She preferred one man over several, and didn't feel as if her current job should deter her from such beliefs.<br><br>"I would love to, Commander," she said with a smile as she stood up, and joined him at his side.&nbsp; "Please, lead the way.&nbsp; I would love to see the fruits of your recent labors on the ship," she told him.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 22:10:41</strong>
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				"Oh, you'll be fine as you are, I promise," Sam swore as she said that he was unfairly advantaged in his dress for the Holodeck.&nbsp; He smiled when she stood up, and then offered her his arm.&nbsp; "Shall we?"&nbsp; And then he started escorting her to the place in question.&nbsp; "You'll like it a lot, actually.&nbsp; Well, I hope - it's set for pre-warp drive Earth, about...oh, I think about four and a half centuries ago.&nbsp; Almost, but not quite."&nbsp; <br><br>Arriving at the Holodeck doors, they opened up to reveal a partially darkened nightclub, with a dance floor, tables, a bar, and a band sitting at the 'end' of the room next to the dance floor.&nbsp; The bar was mostly empty - the only persons there were the band, the bartender, and a few holographic patrons scattered around - a couple dancing, and a pair of small tables occupied.&nbsp; "This is one of my personal favorites," he told her.&nbsp; "Welcome to San Francisco, Earth, circa 1940."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 11:18:43</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3801720#msg3801720">Quote from: Ryven on 21-10-2010, 22:11:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tosh couldn't help but chuckle at that.&nbsp; "Oh, I'm pretty sure you wont have to worry about that, unless, of course, you somehow get on my bad side."&nbsp; He smirked deviously.<br><br>"So, you just happened to take it as your specialty?&nbsp; I can see that.&nbsp; I kinda did that.&nbsp; Never really got into ship operations, but I can sure bring some order to those on board."&nbsp; He nodded to Val's explanation which was about where Tosh's understanding of that sort of thing ended.&nbsp; Ask him about the best way to approach a hostage situation and he could give you a detailed report, but something like physics was way out of his league.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Val smiled, "Well, everyone has to have a skill, mine just happens to be in that area, though what kind of Andorian would I be if I wasn't able to bash a few heads myself?&nbsp; We are all supposed to join the Imperial Guard you know.&nbsp; Not quite as...&nbsp; Low key, as Starfleet.&nbsp; I'm not much into conditioning, but I wouldn't mind running a few hostage scenarios with you."<br><br>Val was letting his ethnic nature show, it wasn't usual for him but he tended to fly by the seat of his pants and somehow he had the idea that this man would make a good Imperial Guard.&nbsp; Most of them would make good security officers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 06:43:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3810589#msg3810589">Quote from: titanshadow on 24-10-2010, 11:18:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Val smiled, "Well, everyone has to have a skill, mine just happens to be in that area, though what kind of Andorian would I be if I wasn't able to bash a few heads myself?&nbsp; We are all supposed to join the Imperial Guard you know.&nbsp; Not quite as...&nbsp; Low key, as Starfleet.&nbsp; I'm not much into conditioning, but I wouldn't mind running a few hostage scenarios with you."<br><br>Val was letting his ethnic nature show, it wasn't usual for him but he tended to fly by the seat of his pants and somehow he had the idea that this man would make a good Imperial Guard.&nbsp; Most of them would make good security officers.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Is that so?&nbsp; Perhaps you can show me some of the Andorian martial fighting style.&nbsp; I would be interested in learning some of it.&nbsp; Feel free to catch me later.&nbsp; I would be happy to accompany you in training."&nbsp; Tosh said with a smile.<br><br>"As for the present, I really must be going.&nbsp; It was a pleasure meeting you, and I look forward to working with you on board."&nbsp; The chief of security said before finishing off his drink and standing.&nbsp; He gave Val a nod and smile before heading out to make final preparations before the ceremony.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 05:39:07</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3813780#msg3813780">Quote from: Ryven on 25-10-2010, 06:43:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Is that so?&nbsp; Perhaps you can show me some of the Andorian martial fighting style.&nbsp; I would be interested in learning some of it.&nbsp; Feel free to catch me later.&nbsp; I would be happy to accompany you in training."&nbsp; Tosh said with a smile.<br><br>"As for the present, I really must be going.&nbsp; It was a pleasure meeting you, and I look forward to working with you on board."&nbsp; The chief of security said before finishing off his drink and standing.&nbsp; He gave Val a nod and smile before heading out to make final preparations before the ceremony.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I look forward to it...&nbsp; Its a small ship, I'm sure we'll find the time."&nbsp; Smiling he gestured his drink in a respectful but silent goodbye...&nbsp; Seemed that he was alone for a moment...&nbsp; He stood there, staring out the forward windows thinking about what to do next.<br><br>(tag anyone)
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 05:48:06</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3795256#msg3795256">Quote from: NaughtyKitty on 20-10-2010, 03:28:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well....if Starfleet didn't think you could handle it....they wouldn't have put you out here," Alyssa said.&nbsp; "So I think you'll be ok."<br><br>She offered the counselor a reassuring smile.&nbsp; "As for the meeting....you didn't miss much.&nbsp; Just a few introductions, both to the ship and to the people we'll be working with.&nbsp; So you said you were reading our files?&nbsp; Find anything interesting in mine?"<br><br>Northrop couldn't help but wonder what Starfleet said about her in her file.&nbsp; Despite the fact that she had a clearance as high as most line captains one of the few files she couldn't access was her own.&nbsp; Part of it was that....another part was just an excuse to talk to Rhiannon.&nbsp; Her smile grew a bit as she asked, then took a sip of her brandy. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Rhiannon grinned.&nbsp; "Glad it was nothing,"she purred, lifting the cup to her lips.&nbsp; "As for anything interesting...not really." A wicked idea came to&nbsp; her mind.&nbsp; "But if you ever need a little..one on one time with me..I can squeeze you in." Oh she hoped this one got the little hidden meaning she just dangled out there.&nbsp; Sometimes Rhiannon just didn't read the women right..sometimes. The times she did..damn they were real real nice. Please let this be one of them, she thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 08:48:58</strong>
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				When Karn had walked into the Crew Lounge, he was still in uniform and most of the crew had already gone, though there were still some stragglers. He was a little annoyed that Ensign Cerise had either ignored him or had not heard him order her to follow him, so he could lead her to her destination but, it was her first day and decided, suprisingly even to himself, to give her a break. He'd ordered a stout drink and some hot food and began eating. When Cerise had finally arrived, he'd finished his meal and had been standing at one of the windows, watching as the various stars zipped by and losing himself in the sight. He hadn't even seen her come up to stand beside him but, he'd smelled her and so was able to mask his alarm.<br><br>They'd started with general small talk and moved onto other subjects. As he spoke with her he found that he actually liked the Ensign, which suprised him. He didn't take easily to people, most of the time he maintained a safe cordial if a bit stiff distance when in the company of other species and their conversations. Cerise though had a way of making him relax and actually genuinely enjoy the conversation. He didn't know what it was per say, just something about her made him loosen his uniform so-to-speak. She was definetly pretty but, it wasn't her appearance or even her smell that made him relax around her. Needless to say, they both seemed to enjoy the conversations they had and spent later than they realized talking. When they had noticed the time, the Lounge was empty save for the on-duty crewman looking over the room, making sure that nothing besides bussing Karn and Cerise' table needed done.<br><br>After that they both headed for their seperate quarters and slept. In the course of their discussions, it had been noted that yet another Bridge staff meeting would be called tomarrow, so each needed their rest for the coming day. Karn hadn't had the oportunity to speak to Avalona about his concerns but, knew that in time he would be able to, so he went straight to his Quarters and slept until his alarm woke him to start his shift.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 21:33:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Ensign Kroken Liara - Three Forward Crew Lounge </strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Kroken.jpg)</div><br>Liara stepped through the door of the Three Forward Lounge and looked around.&nbsp; There were a couple of people in the lounge eating or enjoying drinks but most of the crew was about the ship tending to their duties.&nbsp; Taking a seat at the bar she smiled at the crewman who had been assigned to tend to the comfort of the crew in the Lounge.&nbsp; "Kava Juice and Ratamba stew please!"&nbsp; The crewman smiled and nodded as he turned to submit her order.<br><br>Scouring the data on the PADD, Liara felt her head swim and her heart sink as she realized the magnitude of the information involved in becoming an expert on the McNair's systems.&nbsp; She knew that Lt McGalleon had conveyed confidence in her and seemed to be impressed by how well she picked up the nuances of the system, but she couldn't help but be worried that she wouldn't be able to keep up as things started to get more in depth.&nbsp; <br><br>Not realizing how deep into her thoughts she was, Liara didn't realize that her food had arrived until the smell of the Ratamba stew assaulted her nose.&nbsp; Quickly her fears about learning the system were replaced by memories of her childhood, growing up on DS9, learning about engineering from Chief O'Brien.&nbsp; She remembered his can-do attitude about learning new systems.&nbsp; She suddenly felt empowered, digging in to her stew with a new found appetite. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 22:39:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/47efd7e903800.jpg?t=1289682671)</div><br>Brady Vincent's walk included a particularly happy spring in the step. It seemed to him that life was complete. He only graduated a year before from the Academy and already serving as an ensign on a brand new ship in the fleet. Admittedly there were a few times he wondered if he received preferential treatment due to his relationship to a high ranking official in Starfleet. On the other hand he knew he worked hard and earned every bit of rewards he received.<br><br>Further complicating this was the Commanding Officer of the McNair, Captain Airik Mitchell. The Captain was his uncle’s life partner. Brady wondered if he was purposefully put on the McNair to be looked after by Mitchell. It just made things very odd – or at least had the potential to make them odd. Brady had yet to actually see Captain Mitchell on the ship so he couldn’t exactly prove that keeping him safe and prying was his goal.<br><br>For now, Brady was happy being blissfully ignorant of any higher chess matches where he was his uncle’s pawn. Because of this bliss, he decided to take a little time off and enjoy Three Forward. With a rumble in his stomach, he approached the bar. Smells turned his head toward an engineering crewman. “Oh wowser…what’s that awesome smell?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 23:02:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Ensign Kroken Liara - Three Forward Crew Lounge </strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Kroken.jpg)</div><br>Her mind buried in calculations and induction manifold buffers, her hand unconsciously carrying Ratamba stew to her mouth, Liara completely missed the young ensign joining her at the bar.&nbsp; <em>“Oh wowser…what’s that awesome smell?”</em>&nbsp; His excited exclamation regarding her lunch pulled her out of the trance she was in.&nbsp; She was used to people finding the smell of Ratamba stew to be less than enticing, so she wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or truly interested.&nbsp; "It's Ratamba stew, Bajoran delicacy!"&nbsp; Smiling happily for the distraction from her work,&nbsp; Liara looked the young man up and down for a minute.&nbsp; The blue medical/science uniform fit his trim body well.&nbsp; The single pip on his collar put her at ease, knowing they were of the same rank.&nbsp; Suddenly she was hit with a pang of familiarity with the young man.&nbsp; He looked very familiar to her, but she couldn't place his face.&nbsp; "I'm Liara.&nbsp; Do I know you from the Academy?&nbsp; You look really familiar."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 18:47:35</strong>
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				<strong>Brady Vincent with Kroken Liara</strong><br><br>Brady looked down at the stew. He was always excited by exotic foods – especially spicy foods – the hotter the better. He’d been in several food eating contests and won a fair share. The young ensign was always up for trying anything new.<br><br>“Can I try it?” Brady’s lips cracked into a wide smile, matched by his wide open eyes. The crewman taking orders nodded and walked away to get another bowl of Ratamba stew.<br><br>Brady sat down next to the Bajoran engineer. “Hmmm…could be. I didn’t take many engineering classes though. I couldn’t figure out the difference between a flux coupler and a coil spanner. No, no, give me medical any day. I can tell the difference between a head and a butt.” He paused and then snickered. “Well, most of the time.”<br><br>A bowl of stew was put before him and he dipped a spoon into it. Brady brought it to his lips and without hesitation ate it. His eyes widened and he smiled again. “Mmmm…it’s good!” He exclaimed taking another spoonful.<br><br>“Maybe we went to the Academy together, saw each other on campus?” Brady asked continuing to spoon in the food.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 19:16:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Ensign Kroken Liara - Three Forward Crew Lounge </strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Kroken.jpg)</div><br>"A head and a butt huh??"&nbsp; Liara cracked a big smile, her mind jumping too all sorts of odd conclusions.&nbsp; "Well to be honest, I get confused by the difference between a flux coupler and a coil spanner.&nbsp; I'm sure I'd have the same problem with a dermal regenerator and a dermal stimulator.&nbsp; I've never been super good with the hands on side of Engineering, I've always been much better with numbers and theory."&nbsp; She snickered innocently as she watched the young man dig into the Ratamba Stew.&nbsp; She found it curious that a non-Bajoran would find Bajoran cuisine so exciting.&nbsp; "I do remember seeing you around campus on some occasion, I know I wasn't a stranger to the medical facilities.&nbsp; I was admitted on numerous occasions for 'personal injuries'."&nbsp; Her smile grew a bit of a wicked twist to it as she seemed to drift into a memory at the mention of her time at the academy.&nbsp; "You graduated this year right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 17:16:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/47c76abc2768e.jpg?t=1289837285)</div><br>Brady continued to eat the rustic stew. It wasn't surprising that it was of Bajoran origin. It was quite earthy and had hints of exotic flavors - just as the Bajoran people and culture. He always found Bajorans to be an interesting people. Mostly they were up for a good time, but many of them carried a chip on their shoulder. Brady didn't begrudge them their baggage. Being occupied by the Cardassians would put anyone in a bad mood.<br><br>"Yeah, yeah...well last year. Got my new pips and everything." Brady smiled as he grabbed a glass of water and downed it.<br><br>"I also swam. I was on the swim team for the medical college." Brady was a great swimmer and spent almost as much time in the water as on land. His sentence stopped as he caught Doctor Tir enter the crew lounge. She seemed like a wonderful person and a top notch Chief Medical Officer. The exuberant human thought he might work well with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 23:06:02</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">With the briefing in the observation lounge complete, Sahara decided that a trip to the Lounge would be in order.&nbsp; She was getting a bit hungry, and knew that working without food would not be good for her.&nbsp; Besides, before the meeting this morning she had made some efforts to get her sickbay in order, which had turned out surprisingly well.<br><br>She was going to have to keep an eye out for Rhiannon, who was yet to be seen since the conclusion of the meeting.&nbsp; The woman seemed very sweet, and like she would be good company.&nbsp; Goodness knows that Sahara could do with a female friend on board this ship.&nbsp; The men seemed nice enough, in fact, most of them were complete sweethearts, however, nothing could beat having a close female confidante.<br><br>Entering the Lounge, she headed straight for the replicator.&nbsp; Fixing herself a cup of coffee, she settled down at an empty table, looking around.&nbsp; She saw some new faces and she smiled politely, wondering if she would ever get used to meeting someone new every day.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 23:12:44</strong>
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				Samuel MacReady had left the briefing room, stopping by his quarters to drop off a few things.&nbsp; He then headed to Three Forward for a little bit of personal relaxation before their first mission.&nbsp; Honestly?&nbsp; The First Officer didn't expect a whole lot.&nbsp; The most he expected to have happen was a Romulan Warbird showing up, and trying to chase them away with force.&nbsp; In which case, Sam's tactical knowledge of the Empire, and his knowledge of the Warbird, would get some work.<br><br>Arriving at Three Forward, he noted that there were quite a few notable members of the crew present here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 00:19:05</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Hearing the sound of someone entering the Lounge, Sari looked up from her data pad that she had been reading.&nbsp; She had gotten comfortable in her chair, sipping at her coffee.&nbsp; There was a lot that had gone on with that meeting, and some of it she didn't quite get the entire scope of.&nbsp; So, she took it upon herself to review her notes before she continued.<br><br>Upon looking up, she spotted Commander MacReady entering the lounge.&nbsp; She smiled and waved slightly.&nbsp; "Commander," she said.&nbsp; "I trust that your morning is going well, and that the briefing was just as informative for you as it was for me?" she asked.&nbsp; Then, turning, she gestured to the empty seat on the table that was next to her.&nbsp; "Care to join me for a cup of coffee?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 16:27:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4148/5182008422_fba967f1b1_m.jpg)</div>The doors slid open, and his tall frame walked through.&nbsp; A quick glance around told him that some of the other officers had the same idea after the briefing.&nbsp; Might as well enjoy a little off time before the mission began.&nbsp; Not that his part would be that difficult, at least not while on the ship.&nbsp; The hard part came when he had to keep everyone safe on the away team.&nbsp; It might be a good test of skills for some.&nbsp; If they did run into hostility of any sort, he could gauge their reactions.&nbsp; Any who seemed to freeze or hesitate would need some brushing up on their combat expertise or perhaps a lesson in thinking on their feet.<br><br>He walked in and toward the replicator.&nbsp; Once he had stepped in front of it, he gave his order.&nbsp; "Beef stew, spicy, and a glass of water, ice cold."&nbsp; The man said.&nbsp; The beep of the computer told him his order was being created, and soon, there was a bowl and glass sitting within the device.&nbsp; He grabbed both and looked for an empty table.&nbsp; Tosh found one near a couple of ensigns, one of which was quite fetching to the eye.&nbsp; A simple glance to him was enough for the security chief.&nbsp; Faces were his specialty.&nbsp; He could remember them easily.<br><br>After being seated, he began to slowly dig into his food, his mind wandering to his next portion of the plan he had been working on.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 16:42:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Ensign Kroken Liara - Three Forward Crew Lounge </strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Kroken.jpg)</div><br><em>"I also swam. I was on the swim team for the medical college."</em>&nbsp; Liara considered the skinny human man sitting next to her, he definitely had the body of a swimmer, at least as far as she could tell from his tight fitting uniform.&nbsp; "I was always a crew fan myself.&nbsp; Humans have a wonderful environment on Earth for all manner of past times.&nbsp; I had never been on a boat before I came to Earth, but once I found crew, there was no more relaxing place I could think of than rowing my way around San Francisco Harbor."&nbsp; <br><br>Liara watched as Brady enjoyed the stew.&nbsp; She smiled innocently as he seemed to devour the Bajoran meal.&nbsp; "I've never seen anyone, particularly a Human enjoy Bajoran food as much as you do.&nbsp; Usually people think it tastes too much like a mix between Klingon Gah and Cardassian Zabu stew, which by the way even a Klingon won't eat."&nbsp; She demonstrated how upsetting the thought was by wrinkling her nose and forehead and pretending to shiver at the thought.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking around Liara noticed a number of people entering the crew lounge just as her communicator chirped <br><strong>=/\= Ensign Kroken Liara, please report to Astrometrics and Cartography within the hour.&nbsp; We have work to do and I would like you to help me make it happen =/\=</strong> <br><br>"Please excuse me, I need to get back to Engineering.&nbsp; It was a pleasure talking to you."&nbsp; She gulped the rest of her Kava juice and grabbed her PADD, clutching it close to her breast, a large smile on her face as she walked out.&nbsp; She made sure to acknowledge the senior officers with a smile and a nod as she exited the room.<br><br>&lt;-----Astrometrics and Cartography-----&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 23:06:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/4a8e03e2cfcc6.jpg?t=1289932396)</div><br>The Bajoran did speak the truth. Earth had a wide variety of extra-curricular activities. Ever in tune with his surroundings, Brady once again shot a look to the doors of Three Forward as another officer entered. Brady didn’t know all of the senior officers yet, but clearly this man was one. And whoa, what a man. His cheeks flushed a slight crimson and he turned away. His youth gave him away and he couldn’t exactly hide his feelings or emotions. One didn’t have to be empathic to understand what Brady was thinking.<br><br>The nurse was about to answer his new-found engineering friend when she appeared to be called out to work. He shrugged. <br><br>“Duty calls I guess.” Brady smiled. “Thanks for introducing me to the stew.”<br><br>Brady now sat alone. It was a bit awkward. The nurse glanced over to the lone officer and then down at his bowl. Holding his breath, he grabbed the bowl and his glass of water and walked over to the officer.<br><br>“Excuse me sir. Well, I noticed that everyone in here is eating with someone except, well, you and me and, well, maybe I thought you would like some company cause I sure would.” It all pretty much came out in one breath.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 00:01:12</strong>
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				He knew the remaining ensign was moving before he could even see him.&nbsp; Having enhanced perceptions did have its advantages both in and out of combat.&nbsp; When the young man came into view, Tosh looked over, taking in his pleasant features a bit more closely now.&nbsp; A faint smile crossed his lips before he gestured to the seat opposite him while wiping his mouth with a napkin.<br><br>"Please.&nbsp; Have a seat."&nbsp; He answered, noting the hurried nature of the ensign's words.&nbsp; Perhaps he was nervous around officers.<br><br>Tosh continued to eat slowly in silence for a few moments until finally, he looked up at the other man and introduced himself.&nbsp; "I'm lieutenant Tosh.&nbsp; Nice to meet you."&nbsp; He reached across the table and offered his hand for the standard Earth greeting of a handshake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 00:19:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/4c76e07caf964-1.jpg?t=1289948601)</div><br>Brady was a bit taken aback. He seriously thought that he’d be rebuked. Brady wasn’t afraid to be turned away, it happened more often than being accepted. Again, he couldn’t hide his emotion and his face lit up with a wide smile. Brady sat down quickly and then stared at his bowl. His smile disappeared. Brady assumed there’d be some kind of talking – exchange of words and such. The unknown Lieutenant seemed to be busy reading and eating.<br><br>The nurse grabbed his spoon and took a bite of some of the Bajoran stew. Only a few moments later the silence was interrupted. Brady looked up with a smile and saw the extended hand. He dropped his spoon into the bowl and grabbed the hand.<br><br>“Lieutenant Tosh?” Brady smiled wider. “I’m Ensign Brady Vincent. I, uh, work in sickbay.” He grabbed the top of his blue uniform as though obvious.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 01:04:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1271/5182665371_3a4357a713_m.jpg)</div>He gave the hand a firm gripped shake before pulling back slowly to attend to his own food.&nbsp; Tosh's dark eyes met Brady's, and a tiny flash of a smile crossed his lips again.&nbsp; His mind nearly strayed from what he had his attention focused on for the majority of the past few hours.&nbsp; Deciding to give it a rest, he made an attempt to get to know this rather attractive young ensign a little better.<br><br>"Sickbay?&nbsp; Are you working under Doctor Tir then?&nbsp; I met her briefly yesterday and just a few minutes ago.&nbsp; I think you'll be in good hands."&nbsp; Tosh stated.&nbsp; "And, in case you do not have knowledge of my post, I am the Chief Security Officer.&nbsp; If you ever have any trouble, feel free to get in touch with me."&nbsp; The man said before turning back to his food to eat a few more bites.<br><br>Again, he turned to talk to the young ensign to speak.&nbsp; "I suppose I should tell you, I should tell you.&nbsp; I have a habit of injuring myself in the holodeck.&nbsp; It's never anything serious, and back on Earth, I wouldn't even worry about it.&nbsp; However, regulation dictates I go to sickbay to make sure.&nbsp; I suppose you may be seeing me a bit more often."&nbsp; Tosh explained more out of an informative gesture than anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 01:49:41</strong>
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				<strong>Ensign Brady Vincent with Lieutenant Tosh</strong><br><br>It was a conversation. They were talking. Brady never had any problems conversing with higher ups. It was hot guys that always got his tongue tied. Tosh was definitely one of them. Brady wasn’t exactly sure, but it seemed that Tosh was not human. Even more alluring – something exotic.<br><br>“Yeah, sickbay with Doctor Tir.” He looked over a table to see if the Chief Medical Officer was still in the room. She was indeed. “She seems like an awesome Doctor. I can’t wait to really work with her.” Brady listened as Tosh explained his position on the ship. “Oh yeah, I could kinda tell you were in security. Either that or engineers have gotten a lot smaller. None are as big as you.” He chuckled while taking a gulp of water.<br><br>“Injured?” Brady asked. “Well, I’ll be sure to make you a priority when you come to sickbay. We can’t have an injured Chief of Security.” He smiled. “But, how do you get injured? What do you do in the holodeck?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 02:08:40</strong>
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				<strong>Lieutenant Tosh eating with Ensign Vincent</strong><br><br>His eyes glanced off to the same direction that Brady's had, noting that the CMO was present and accounted for within the room.&nbsp; The young man's enthusiasm was a little refreshing after so much formality.&nbsp; Granted, Tosh loved doing things by the book when at all possible and with as little hassle at all.&nbsp; Brady seemed to add a little liveliness into the moment.&nbsp; At least, that was what Tosh could take from their interaction thus far.<br><br>"You obviously are very excited about your profession.&nbsp; I'm sure Doctor Tir is lucky to have such an astute member of the crew in her department."&nbsp; He complimented before addressing Brady's next comment.&nbsp; "One does not need bulk or height to enter security.&nbsp; I've known many men and women smaller than I who could get the job done as well as myself."&nbsp; Tosh said, not mentioning that he had also trained most of them as well.<br><br>"Uhh, yes.&nbsp; Injured.&nbsp; I actually train in the holodeck.&nbsp; I can't stay in practice with my profession if I am not trying to better myself in it.&nbsp; I run simulations, mostly for combat."&nbsp; He said before pausing.&nbsp; "Some would say that I might over do it.&nbsp; I don't think it's challenging enough if I didn't train the way I did.&nbsp; You see, I have written several simulations, many of which include difficulty settings.&nbsp; I tend to set these settings on the high side which involves...setting the safety ranges to zero.&nbsp; I usually come out with the occasional bump or bruise, but in some instances, I do actually take a more severe injuries, at least by Earth's standards.&nbsp; I once broke my arm in a simulation though I finished it successfully.&nbsp; I was back in the holodeck a couple days later though.&nbsp; I'm glad to be blessed with an Angosian heritage."&nbsp; Tosh said, smiling a bit more.&nbsp; That was probably the most he had talked in the last day.&nbsp; It was kind of odd how combat would bring him into long and in depth conversations.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 19:48:49</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3895827#msg3895827">Quote from: Pixilicious on 16-11-2010, 00:19:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Hearing the sound of someone entering the Lounge, Sari looked up from her data pad that she had been reading.&nbsp; She had gotten comfortable in her chair, sipping at her coffee.&nbsp; There was a lot that had gone on with that meeting, and some of it she didn't quite get the entire scope of.&nbsp; So, she took it upon herself to review her notes before she continued.<br><br>Upon looking up, she spotted Commander MacReady entering the lounge.&nbsp; She smiled and waved slightly.&nbsp; "Commander," she said.&nbsp; "I trust that your morning is going well, and that the briefing was just as informative for you as it was for me?" she asked.&nbsp; Then, turning, she gestured to the empty seat on the table that was next to her.&nbsp; "Care to join me for a cup of coffee?"</span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Samuel was snapped out of his own thoughts as the CMO called to him.&nbsp; He raised his hand back to her, signaling that he had heard and seen her.&nbsp; He came over to the table where she was seated.&nbsp; "Yes, this morning is going rather smoothly," he replied.&nbsp; On a new ship, usually it took a while for things to settle down, and for the crew to get into their usual routines and such.&nbsp; "Although, I must confess, having been the deliverer of the orders to the Captain from Admiral Janeway, I was already familiar with the basic vagaries of this mission."<br><br>He sat down with her, in the seat that she had indicated.&nbsp; "Truth be told, I don't really expect to do much this mission, except maybe lead the Away Team if the Captain decides that one needs to be sent down to the planet."&nbsp; He shrugged.&nbsp; "I don't think my own particular talents will be needed on this mission that much."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 20:01:07</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3904170#msg3904170">Quote from: ReijiTabibito on 17-11-2010, 19:48:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Samuel was snapped out of his own thoughts as the CMO called to him.&nbsp; He raised his hand back to her, signaling that he had heard and seen her.&nbsp; He came over to the table where she was seated.&nbsp; "Yes, this morning is going rather smoothly," he replied.&nbsp; On a new ship, usually it took a while for things to settle down, and for the crew to get into their usual routines and such.&nbsp; "Although, I must confess, having been the deliverer of the orders to the Captain from Admiral Janeway, I was already familiar with the basic vagaries of this mission."<br><br>He sat down with her, in the seat that she had indicated.&nbsp; "Truth be told, I don't really expect to do much this mission, except maybe lead the Away Team if the Captain decides that one needs to be sent down to the planet."&nbsp; He shrugged.&nbsp; "I don't think my own particular talents will be needed on this mission that much."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>Sahara paused, listening to what the Commander was saying as she picked up her coffee and took yet another sip.&nbsp; "The captain was quick to say that we should be ready for almost anything that could happen, going into this area," she said with a shrug.&nbsp; "As of right now, the medical department is as ready as they will ever be for this mission, though, it would be nice if the rest of you would be so kind as to not purposely get yourself injured on this mission."&nbsp; <br><br>Sahara's words were light and teasing of course, and the smile and light in her eyes would tell the Commander just as much.&nbsp; She hoped that he would not take it to heart, and send her to the brig for being disrespectful.&nbsp; "If you do, I suppose it will just serve to keep me on my toes," she grinned.&nbsp; "Speaking of your talents," she said.&nbsp; "Where do those lie?"&nbsp; Her comment was innocent enough, and Sahara meant nothing out of the ordinary with it.&nbsp; She just wanted to know what the Commander's strengths and weaknesses were.<br><br>"In all seriousness, though," she said, looking at Samuel.&nbsp; "I do hope that you'll be careful out there..."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 04:08:13</strong>
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				"Ready?&nbsp; Yes, absolutely," the First Officer affirmed his own belief in what the Captain had said.&nbsp; "But it's just about as likely that we're going to encounter a concentrated Romulan presence on this mission as it would be for the moon shuttles to encounter the Borg."&nbsp; His hands were turned palms upward.&nbsp; "In the end, we have to balance being ready with how likely an event is to happen.&nbsp; You can't have the crew running around preparing for every possibility all at the same time during their shifts.&nbsp; It'd cause burnout."<br><br>Moving on, he changed to the subject of his talents.&nbsp; "I'm a soldier, of a sort," he told Sahara.&nbsp; "My first ship was the <em>Rodger Young</em>, a Nebula battle-type during the Dominion War.&nbsp; I learned a lot about tactics, starship combat, and repelling boarding actions in those three years.&nbsp; And while I'm no Security officer...I can surprise people just as well as they can."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 17:38:22</strong>
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				<strong>Ensign Brady Vincent chatting with the dashing Lieutenant Tosh</strong><br><br>Brady listened carefully at Lieutenant Tosh. Well, he mostly listened. The rest was studying each detail of Tosh’s face and upper body. The Chief of Security looked like he could easily take Brady and snap him in half. It was frankly exciting to the young human. <br><br>Tosh was of course right. Size only mattered in a fight if you knew what you were doing. Brady had no skills in hand to hand combat and would be no match against anyone bigger than him. Probably true for many people smaller than him too.<br><br>It also sounded like Tosh was a bit more aggressive. Probably a smart attribute in a Security Chief. One word caught Brady’s attention. “You’re an Angosian?” His jaw almost dropped open. In his nursing courses at the Academy Brady learned about a wide variety of species. He remembered a very brief but interesting conversation about Angosians and their biologically and genetically enhanced super-soldiers. “That’s awesome!” Brady grinned widely. “I’ve never met an Angosian. We learned about your anatomy in a course I took. You guys make Klingons look like Tribbles!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 20:35:54</strong>
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				<strong>Lieutenant Tosh enjoying the company of Ensign Vincent</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4145/5192899152_224edc9e31_m.jpg)</div>Tosh was not surprised by the question.&nbsp; Angosian's often passed for humans.&nbsp; In fact, they were very similar.&nbsp; "That I am though I know little of the Angosian home world.&nbsp; My parents immigrated to Earth just after I was born.&nbsp; It is more my home than where my ancestors come from."&nbsp; He explained while watching the changing expressions on Brady's face.&nbsp; It was cute in a way, and his enthusiasm only seemed to enhance that attribute even more so.<br><br>A chuckle graced his lips, probably the first in many days.&nbsp; "I would not say that.&nbsp; Klingons are quite the robust species.&nbsp; Their culture only builds upon such.&nbsp; Aggression, passion, and honor.&nbsp; Those are all values that I can respect as long as they don't get out of hand."&nbsp; He said before taking another bite of his meal.&nbsp; "I will say that I will feel in good hands should I ever be injured.&nbsp; It's not often that I hear of anyone studying the anatomy of my people specifically."&nbsp; Tosh said, flashing another quick smile.<br><br>"Is this your first assignment, the McNair?"&nbsp; Tosh inquired, wondering about the younger male.&nbsp; After turning the conversation to Brady, he took the opportunity to study his features and take them in.&nbsp; The lieutenant was very pleased with Brady as far as appearance went.&nbsp; There was no doubt for attraction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 01:26:36</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3915140#msg3915140">Quote from: ReijiTabibito on 20-11-2010, 04:08:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ready?&nbsp; Yes, absolutely," the First Officer affirmed his own belief in what the Captain had said.&nbsp; "But it's just about as likely that we're going to encounter a concentrated Romulan presence on this mission as it would be for the moon shuttles to encounter the Borg."&nbsp; His hands were turned palms upward.&nbsp; "In the end, we have to balance being ready with how likely an event is to happen.&nbsp; You can't have the crew running around preparing for every possibility all at the same time during their shifts.&nbsp; It'd cause burnout."<br><br>Moving on, he changed to the subject of his talents.&nbsp; "I'm a soldier, of a sort," he told Sahara.&nbsp; "My first ship was the <em>Rodger Young</em>, a Nebula battle-type during the Dominion War.&nbsp; I learned a lot about tactics, starship combat, and repelling boarding actions in those three years.&nbsp; And while I'm no Security officer...I can surprise people just as well as they can."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"It sounds like you really know your stuff, which is good.&nbsp; I'd definitely feel safe with people like you, the Captain and Commander Makari running the ship," she said with a smile.&nbsp; The man definitely had an impressive resume and at the moment, Sahara felt exceedingly under qualified standing next to him.&nbsp; She blinked for a moment, analyzing the trail of thoughts that came to her head.&nbsp; Why was it so imperative to her to impress him of all people?<br><br>She swallowed another sip of her coffee, thoughtfully reasoning her way through the things that that she was thinking.&nbsp; "I can't say that I'm a possessor of the kind of qualifications that you have, but that's to be expected for a CMO," she said.&nbsp; "I can assure you that I can fire a phaser pretty well," she said with a smile, pleased with her abilities to do so.&nbsp; "I can handle a scalpel pretty well, too," she laughed, always keeping an upbeat, happy nature about her.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 21:26:38</strong>
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				<strong>Ensign Brady Vincent enthralled with Lieutenant Tosh</strong><br><br>Brady blushed slightly when Lieutenant Tosh noted that he’d be in good hands in sickbay. Witty comebacks of a double entendre flashed in his mind when Tosh commented that not many studied the anatomy of his people. Brady bit his tongue rather than say, <em>I’d like to study that body.</em> He looked down at the now empty bowl of stew when Tosh asked about his previous work.<br><br>The nurse nodded. “Uh-huh. This is my first ship.” He looked around. It was completely different than working on Earth. “But I, um, well I worked at the Academy in the med unit. Nothing like this though.” Brady smiled. “We get to explore strange new worlds and all that jazz. I mean…well…I don’t think I’ll be going on many Away Teams. They don’t really have nurses very often go on those, but…yeah…there’s always shore leave.”<br><br>Brady stopped himself from babbling. “What about you? I’m sure you’ve been on lots of other ships.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 03:50:02</strong>
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				<strong>Lieutenant Tosh inviting Ensign Vincent to stay a little longer</strong><br><br>He noticed the slight blush of Brady's cheeks which made the large man think it must have been something he said.&nbsp; Tosh hadn't meant any double meaning behind any of his words though he could definitely see that it could be taken as such when looking back on it.&nbsp; Had the handsome young ensign uttered his thoughts rather than keep them to himself, he might have been surprise by Tosh's answer, but formality, manners, and protocol kept either of them from showing anything more than surface interests.<br><br>"No, probably not.&nbsp; You're better off on the McNair as the crew needs a well-working sickbay to make sure we're all up and in top shape.&nbsp; I do enjoy a bit of shore leave myself though."&nbsp; He said, reassuring the young ensign that his role was still vital to the ship's operation.<br><br>"Actually, my ship experience has been limited to one other.&nbsp; The USS Olympus.&nbsp; Before that, I was a combat trainer at the Academy for many years.&nbsp; I've taught many men and women to be top soldiers and security personnel, but my sense of adventure finally got to me, I guess."&nbsp; He said before taking the final bite of his stew.<br><br>"Would you like me to grab you another?&nbsp; I'm just going to get more for myself."&nbsp; Tosh asked, moving to stand while gesturing to Brady's empty bowl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 04:30:40</strong>
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				<strong>Ensign Brady Vincent with Lieutenant Vergil Tosh</strong><br><br>Brady looked down at his empty bowl and picked it up, handing it to Lieutenant Tosh. “Yes, please.” He smiled brightly. “I like anything spicy. The hotter the better.” He nodded. Brady watched as Tosh made his way across the crew lounge.<br><br>“Holy shit bricks.” Brady sighed as he imagined the taut body under Tosh’s uniform. A senior officer, quite a few years older, and built like a Greek god. Brady wished he was a higher rank, a little older, and not so damn twinkish. Oh well, at least there was the crew lounge – and Tosh’s trips to sickbay for mending. Brady would be sure to spend as much time as he could in sickbay waiting.<br><br>The young nurse stopped thinking the rather mutinous thoughts as Tosh made his way back. Brady then thought momentarily that this could…well it could be…a date. At least in Brady’s own day dreaming. <br><br>“So, what’d ya get?” Brady asked excitedly. At least they had food in common.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 05:13:22</strong>
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				<strong>Lieutenant Tosh with Ensign Vincent</strong><br><br>He took the empty bowl while listening to Brady's request.&nbsp; A more devious part of his mind thought about giving him something literal like a bowl full of Scotch Bonnet chili sauce, but he thought against it.&nbsp; "Alright.&nbsp; I'll be right back.&nbsp; Don't go anywhere."&nbsp; He spoke, trying to make it sound a little playful though it probably came across more firm than intended.<br><br>Tosh turned and walked to the replicator.&nbsp; He placed first his own bowl within and gave a repeat order of his own stew before placing in Brady's bowl.&nbsp; "Beef stew, extra spicy."&nbsp; The bowl was soon full of the hot mixture of chili scented meats and vegetables.&nbsp; As he waited at the replicator, however, his mind took a short detour to Ensign Vincent.&nbsp; Physically, he was quite different from Tosh.&nbsp; Smaller in stature, not as built either.&nbsp; Not that either was a problem.&nbsp; Tosh really hadn't settled his tastes on any particular type, but he could say for certain that Brady appealed to him in many, many ways.&nbsp; There was the concern of age to consider.&nbsp; Gods, he was actually putting thought into this.&nbsp; He wasn't even sure if such a thing would be allowed between he and Brady.<br><br>He took both bowls and returned to the table, placing the younger male's bowl down before him.&nbsp; Tosh took his seat again, setting his bowl down before him to let it cool a short moment.&nbsp; "It is a type of beef stew.&nbsp; An Earth recipe.&nbsp; It is rather spicy, so I hope you'll enjoy it.&nbsp; You <em>did</em> say hotter is better though."&nbsp; Tosh said, smirking slightly at the corner of his mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 02:54:44</strong>
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				<strong>Ensign Brady Vincent now hungry for stew and security</strong><br><br>The bowl set before him smelled even better than the Bajoran stew. Brady thought he sampled all spicy food on Earth, but before him was something new. His lips curled into a broad grin. He nodded while grabbing a spoon. “Yes, hotter is better.” Brady looked up and his cheeks once again flushed. <br><br>The nurse grabbed a spoon and dipped it into the liquid. He brought it up to his lips. Before taking a bit he hesitantly looked back to Lieutenant Tosh. It wouldn’t be poisoned. He brought the spoon closer and opened his mouth, taking in the food.<br><br>Damn.<br><br>Hot.<br><br>Brady’s eyes widened and his lips began to tingle. He bit his bottom lip, just to be sure it wasn’t a stroke. For a moment the young human was afraid to swallow the spicy heat, but he did so…if not just to give his tongue a relief.<br><br>That’s when it hit the back of his throat. Brady’s nose began to water and eyes clouded up. He asked for hot. He got it.<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 05:31:53</strong>
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				<strong>Lieutenant Vergil Tosh enjoying a second helping with Ensign Vincent</strong><br><br>Tosh gave a rather inward chuckle when Brady repeated the phrase again.&nbsp; He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he guessed that the young ensign might be flirting with him.&nbsp; It was a good sign for him as he found the young man quite attractive.&nbsp; His mind suddenly imagined the ensign without his uniform.&nbsp; The image his mind conjured was nothing short of tempting.<br><br>The young man's expression changed again, however.&nbsp; Eyes wide and teeth gnawing on a lip.&nbsp; It was kind of cute.&nbsp; He ate rather slowly, and Tosh now figured it was likely from the heat of the stew.&nbsp; Finally, the nurse swallowed.&nbsp; About time too.&nbsp; His mouth was probably on fire.<br><br>"Did I make it too spicy for you?&nbsp; I could go and get a portion with less heat...or maybe a glass of milk to ease the fire?"&nbsp; Tosh offered before taking a bite from his second bowl.&nbsp; He knew how hot the spice was in Brady's bowl.&nbsp; It was edible, but too spicy for his tastes.&nbsp; He only like to pack that much punch in combat or bed.&nbsp; Perhaps there it would be easier to swallow...maybe.&nbsp; That thought brought another flash of a smile to Tosh's face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 06:32:46</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3918294#msg3918294">Quote from: Pixilicious on 21-11-2010, 01:26:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"It sounds like you really know your stuff, which is good.&nbsp; I'd definitely feel safe with people like you, the Captain and Commander Makari running the ship," she said with a smile.&nbsp; The man definitely had an impressive resume and at the moment, Sahara felt exceedingly under qualified standing next to him.&nbsp; She blinked for a moment, analyzing the trail of thoughts that came to her head.&nbsp; Why was it so imperative to her to impress him of all people?<br><br>She swallowed another sip of her coffee, thoughtfully reasoning her way through the things that that she was thinking.&nbsp; "I can't say that I'm a possessor of the kind of qualifications that you have, but that's to be expected for a CMO," she said.&nbsp; "I can assure you that I can fire a phaser pretty well," she said with a smile, pleased with her abilities to do so.&nbsp; "I can handle a scalpel pretty well, too," she laughed, always keeping an upbeat, happy nature about her.</span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Well, to be honest, I had a few reservations about being aboard the McNair before I got here.&nbsp; Let's play things straight, but the McNair is definitely a science ship - not a warship like the Prometheuses or the Akiras, or even an explorer ship like the Galaxys or Sovereigns"&nbsp; Samuel referred to the ships that had comprised the last two Enterprises with the explorer ships.&nbsp; "I had to question, myself, the logic behind putting me here.&nbsp; Of course, I realized - with some help - that I needed to stay <em>because</em> this was a science vessel, and needs a competent strategic commander when we run into trouble."<br><br>He paused for a moment.&nbsp; "Actually, the Captain and I were talking over doing a security workup of the ship, in case anyone tries to get a good look at the tech put onboard.&nbsp; We're going to be doing weapon proficiency tests as time goes on - if you want, I can give you a few lessons on the compression rifle, since it'll be our main weapon to repel invaders from the ship."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 18:19:48</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3931965#msg3931965">Quote from: ReijiTabibito on 24-11-2010, 06:32:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well, to be honest, I had a few reservations about being aboard the McNair before I got here.&nbsp; Let's play things straight, but the McNair is definitely a science ship - not a warship like the Prometheuses or the Akiras, or even an explorer ship like the Galaxys or Sovereigns"&nbsp; Samuel referred to the ships that had comprised the last two Enterprises with the explorer ships.&nbsp; "I had to question, myself, the logic behind putting me here.&nbsp; Of course, I realized - with some help - that I needed to stay <em>because</em> this was a science vessel, and needs a competent strategic commander when we run into trouble."<br><br>He paused for a moment.&nbsp; "Actually, the Captain and I were talking over doing a security workup of the ship, in case anyone tries to get a good look at the tech put onboard.&nbsp; We're going to be doing weapon proficiency tests as time goes on - if you want, I can give you a few lessons on the compression rifle, since it'll be our main weapon to repel invaders from the ship."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Well," Sahara said with a smile.&nbsp; "It's safe to say that things won't be boring for you on the McNair," she explained.&nbsp; "There always seems to be something or the other going on at any given time," she mused, taking the last sip of her coffee.&nbsp; "You really do sound like quite an intelligent man, and I'm sure such intelligence will not go to waste on a ship like this.&nbsp; If anything else you can use your intelligence to figure out how to keep everyone in line when they need to have the whip cracked."<br><br>Sahara's smile grew wider as she heard the Commander's offer to teach her how to use a compression rifle.&nbsp; "I would really appreciate that," she said looking at Samuel.&nbsp; "With going into territory that we don't really know what to expect, I think that I would feel a bit safer being armed with the proper knowledge on how to use the firearms that we have on board," she said.&nbsp; "One can never tell when one will have the use of such tactics, and it's better to be safe than sorry."<br><br>"There's rumors going around of a new member coming on board the ship sometime today," she murmured.&nbsp; "Is that something that all crew needs to be present for?&nbsp; I would assume that yourself, and the other two Commanders would have to be there, but I wasn't sure for the rest of us..." </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 04:07:53</strong>
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				"Well, hopefully I'm not going to have to do any whip cracking," Samuel told Sahara.&nbsp; "But, if it comes down to it, between you and me..."&nbsp; He exhaled just a little.&nbsp; "The Captain seems too nice to do that, and Osiel seems just a little too laid back for it."&nbsp; The First Officer shrugged.&nbsp; "I'll probably have to end up being the bad guy.&nbsp; But hopefully everyone does their jobs and nothing ever comes of it."<br><br>"Alright.&nbsp; Let's see if we can't find some spare overlap of time so I can take you for a couple of lessons on the shipboard weapons."&nbsp; The compression rifle was the major one, but a good number of other Federation weapons had been developed by scientists, especially with the Voyager's return from the Delta Quadrant. "No, you're not required to be there, just the Captain and myself.&nbsp; Maybe Osiel."&nbsp; He waved dismissively. "You're fine.&nbsp; You've got to set up in Sickbay, anyways."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 05:32:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"A bad boy, huh?" Sahara said, with a slight chuckle as she pondered the implications of the Commander being bad by her standards.&nbsp; Just as the thought entered and passed through her mind, she shook it off.&nbsp; She shouldn't be thinking such things about her superiors.&nbsp; It was time that she got her head back in the game and concentrated on what was going on around her.&nbsp; She couldn't let another slip-up like that one cost her a job that she had wanted for a long time here.<br><br>"Sorry," she said, pretending to cough and finish her coffee, only to realize that she had finished it the last time she took a sip.&nbsp; "You're right," she said.&nbsp; "I do need to get going and finish fixing things in my office.&nbsp; It's not going to fix itself, I've noticed," she commented, her tone rather dry as she thought about getting the engineering department to build her a robot that would help with such mundane tasks.&nbsp; "Have you already gotten yourself settled into your office?" she asked, wondering if someone on this ship had gotten the time to gather his bearings about him.<br><br>"And," she said, another blush creeping on her cheeks.&nbsp; "I don't want to keep you if you've got somewhere that you need to be," she said, remembering that the Commander had said that he might need to be present for the welcoming of the new member of the crew on board the McNair.&nbsp; "Not that I don't enjoy your company," she said, flustering herself even more.&nbsp; "I really do," she murmured.&nbsp; "I just don't want you to get in trouble for not doing things that you're supposed to."&nbsp; <br><br>She paused a minute as another thought crossed her mind.&nbsp; "But, then again you are the Executive Officer, so I really don't think that you could get in trouble," she murmured, her voice going a mile a minute as she realized that she was blabbering on and on.&nbsp; "And I'll stop blabbering now," she said, blushing sheepishly as she chewed on her bottom lip.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 17:45:42</strong>
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				<strong>Brady Vincent with Tosh – enjoying the hotness<strong><br><br></strong></strong><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/4c76dfb610384.jpg?t=1290962167)</div><br>After the initial shock of the first spoonful, Brady took another. There was less hesitancy and more interest in the experiences his body would have after the second bite. This one he didn’t savor as much in his mouth, but rather shot it right down. He finally actually tasted the food and not just the burn. It was a great choice.<br><br>Brady looked up, his face slightly flush. “Oh no, it’s perfect. It’s really good.” He smiled. “I’m not sure I can take it much hotter, that’s for sure. I…I think I should probably get some milk for this.” Brady got up, his head a little light from the mixture of the heat and Tosh’s presence. It was all a bit intoxicating. He put his hand down on the table to get his balance. “Really hot.” Brady added with wide eyes as he walked over to the replicator station and pulled up some ice cold milk. <br><br>Before getting back to the table he gulped down several mouthfuls. Pulling the glass away, he was given a wide milk moustache. “That’s better.” Brady leaned back in the chair as he set the glass down. “I might have a hole in my stomach, but it was well worth it.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 19:33:50</strong>
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				<strong>Vergil Tosh with Ensign Vincent watching him cool the heat</strong><br><br>Tosh was pleased that the other man enjoyed it.&nbsp; At least he hadn't put the man off anyway.&nbsp; Just as Tosh was going to interrupt and offer to get the glass himself, the younger male stood and made his way to the replicator.&nbsp; The speed at which he left was a bit more hasty than one would think was normal, but that wasn't all that Tosh was concerned with.&nbsp; In that moment, his mind was firmly analyzing the shape and roundness of Brady's rear in his uniform...and out of it.&nbsp; Of course, his imagination was needed for the latter part of that, but he was sure he could manage.<br><br>Tosh took a few more spoonfuls of his own bowl down his throat before Brady returned with a chilled glass of milk.&nbsp; He had apparently taken several gulps before sitting, the glass already half empty.&nbsp; &nbsp;The older man's eyes cut to gaze upon the white mustache left behind by the white liquid.&nbsp; Apparently the ensign had no idea it was there for he continued to eat as if nothing was wrong.&nbsp; Tosh stared for another long moment before dropping his spoon in the bowl in front of him and giving a gesture to his own upper lip.&nbsp; "You've left a mess on your lip."&nbsp; He said, offering a napkin to the man.&nbsp; "You're sure it's not too hot?"&nbsp; Tosh asked again as Brady seemed a little flustered and perhaps not as attentive to everything as he should be.&nbsp; Was Tosh distracting him...or maybe it was all the heat of the stew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 00:53:48</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3941495#msg3941495">Quote from: Pixilicious on 27-11-2010, 05:32:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"A bad boy, huh?" Sahara said, with a slight chuckle as she pondered the implications of the Commander being bad by her standards.&nbsp; Just as the thought entered and passed through her mind, she shook it off.&nbsp; She shouldn't be thinking such things about her superiors.&nbsp; It was time that she got her head back in the game and concentrated on what was going on around her.&nbsp; She couldn't let another slip-up like that one cost her a job that she had wanted for a long time here.<br><br>"Sorry," she said, pretending to cough and finish her coffee, only to realize that she had finished it the last time she took a sip.&nbsp; "You're right," she said.&nbsp; "I do need to get going and finish fixing things in my office.&nbsp; It's not going to fix itself, I've noticed," she commented, her tone rather dry as she thought about getting the engineering department to build her a robot that would help with such mundane tasks.&nbsp; "Have you already gotten yourself settled into your office?" she asked, wondering if someone on this ship had gotten the time to gather his bearings about him.<br><br>"And," she said, another blush creeping on her cheeks.&nbsp; "I don't want to keep you if you've got somewhere that you need to be," she said, remembering that the Commander had said that he might need to be present for the welcoming of the new member of the crew on board the McNair.&nbsp; "Not that I don't enjoy your company," she said, flustering herself even more.&nbsp; "I really do," she murmured.&nbsp; "I just don't want you to get in trouble for not doing things that you're supposed to."&nbsp; <br><br>She paused a minute as another thought crossed her mind.&nbsp; "But, then again you are the Executive Officer, so I really don't think that you could get in trouble," she murmured, her voice going a mile a minute as she realized that she was blabbering on and on.&nbsp; "And I'll stop blabbering now," she said, blushing sheepishly as she chewed on her bottom lip.</span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Well, not <em>bad</em> bad," Samuel clarified to her.&nbsp; "Just...more harsh and disciplinary than either of the other two commanding officers."&nbsp; He waved his hand dismissively.&nbsp; "Ah, but you probably already know that."&nbsp; As she switched topics to her office and finishing setup in Sickbay, he smiled just a little at her question of him finishing and settling in to his office.&nbsp; "Actually, I'd still have to look around...but I don't think I have one."&nbsp; He laughed, self-deprecatingly.&nbsp; "It's funny, isn't it?&nbsp; Captain has an office.&nbsp; As Chief of Ops, so does Osiel.&nbsp; You.&nbsp; Lugus.&nbsp; Duncan.&nbsp; But me, the number two guy, doesn't have one."&nbsp; He exhaled.&nbsp; "Ah, well.&nbsp; If I don't, then that just means I get to use the ship itself as my office.&nbsp; Or maybe the Holodeck."<br><br>He waved off her worry that she might get him in trouble.&nbsp; "Don't worry, if I'm needed somewhere, people will know where to find me."&nbsp; Samuel tapped the uniform next to his commbadge.&nbsp; "Besides, you and I are responsible for determining the readiness of people to serve aboard the McNair - a very unique and critical position.&nbsp; So, we need to get along well, and such."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 02:12:37</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3953240#msg3953240">Quote from: ReijiTabibito on 30-11-2010, 00:53:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well, not <em>bad</em> bad," Samuel clarified to her.&nbsp; "Just...more harsh and disciplinary than either of the other two commanding officers."&nbsp; He waved his hand dismissively.&nbsp; "Ah, but you probably already know that."&nbsp; As she switched topics to her office and finishing setup in Sickbay, he smiled just a little at her question of him finishing and settling in to his office.&nbsp; "Actually, I'd still have to look around...but I don't think I have one."&nbsp; He laughed, self-deprecatingly.&nbsp; "It's funny, isn't it?&nbsp; Captain has an office.&nbsp; As Chief of Ops, so does Osiel.&nbsp; You.&nbsp; Lugus.&nbsp; Duncan.&nbsp; But me, the number two guy, doesn't have one."&nbsp; He exhaled.&nbsp; "Ah, well.&nbsp; If I don't, then that just means I get to use the ship itself as my office.&nbsp; Or maybe the Holodeck."<br><br>He waved off her worry that she might get him in trouble.&nbsp; "Don't worry, if I'm needed somewhere, people will know where to find me."&nbsp; Samuel tapped the uniform next to his commbadge.&nbsp; "Besides, you and I are responsible for determining the readiness of people to serve aboard the McNair - a very unique and critical position.&nbsp; So, we need to get along well, and such."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sahara relaxed visibly at the easy demeanor of Samuel and settled back down into her seat.&nbsp; "Well, Commander Samuel MacReady," she said with a grin.&nbsp; "I'll try not to get into your harsh, disciplinary side while we're getting better acquainted," she murmured, eying him before she stood up, and went over to the replicator to fill herself another cup of coffee.&nbsp; She smiled to herself as she fixed the liquid for herself, thinking that things were certainly getting interesting between her and the Commander.<br><br>Turning around, she schooled her face into a more neutral expression before she looked back over at him.&nbsp; She smiled, and sauntered back over, sitting down quietly, crossing her legs in a very lady-like fashion.&nbsp; "I can definitely think of a few people who's sanity I am already beginning to question," she said with a smile, since Sam had mentioned that they were in charge of determining who was able to work and who wasn't.&nbsp; "And, if you're ever in need of a place to rest, I'm sure I can spare one of the berths in the Sickbay for such an activity," she chuckled lightly.&nbsp; "If you're especially good...I'll let you use my office," she said, winking at him.<br><br>Sahara smiled again, and had to hide the bigger grin that was forming on her face.&nbsp; "What else can I tell you about me?" she asked.&nbsp; "Since we're getting to know each other and such, as you so nicely put it..."&nbsp; Her eyes were big and round, the black orbs shining in the light of her room as she gazed at the Commander over the rim of her cup as she took another drink.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 00:20:03</strong>
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				<strong>Brady Vincent with Tosh – still eating stew</strong><br><br>Brady’s smile disappeared and his face reddened – this time in embarrassment. He grabbed the offered napkin and smeared it across his face. He offered a quiet “thanks” at the same time he answered Tosh’s question about the heat with a shake of the head. Brady slowly pulled the napkin away. Lieutenant Tosh was really the first officer Brady met on the ship – other than some of the fellow crew in sickbay. And to boot Tosh was a senior officer, Angosian and security guard. It was like Brady’s dream all wrapped up into one hot hunk of man meat.<br><br>“Erm…thanks.” Brady said more clearly as he set the napkin down. “I’m not…not normally a slob.” He said with a weak smile. “The stew was pretty hot and I needed the milk.” The nurse ran his finger across his smooth lip to see if he felt anything. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 03:33:16</strong>
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				<strong>Vergil Tosh finishing his meal with Ensign Vincent</strong><br><br>Tosh chuckled heartily on the inside.&nbsp; The mere coloring of Brady's cheeks was enough to make the entire day worthwhile.&nbsp; He took another bite of his stew while the young man wiped his face, stealing sly glances up to him to admire his handsome features.<br><br>"You're welcome."&nbsp; Tosh replied before finishing off his second bowl.&nbsp; "Oh, don't worry about it.&nbsp; It's not like you let it dribble all down your chin though that might have made me laugh if you did."&nbsp; He noted the man ran his finger across his lip and mouth.&nbsp; Probably checking to make sure he'd gotten all of the offensive dairy from his skin.&nbsp; "You got it all.&nbsp; No more white mustache."&nbsp; Tosh said before moving to stand.<br><br>"I'm sorry, ensign, but I am afraid I have to leave for now."&nbsp; He said, grabbing his bowl and glass.&nbsp; Tosh walked to deposit his bowl at the replicator and finish off his glass of water before returning to the table.&nbsp; He stood next to it and held out his hand toward Brady.&nbsp; "It was a pleasure meeting you, ensign Brady Vincent.&nbsp; If there is anything the chief of security can do for you, <em>please</em> don't hesitate to contact me."&nbsp; He said, taking hold of the young man's hand with a tight but not unbearable grip.&nbsp; Tosh gave it a firm shake before releasing it back to the young ensign and turning to go about his duties. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 00:53:11</strong>
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				Samuel was pretty sure that he wouldn't need to worry about the disciplinary actions of the chief officers aboard the ship.&nbsp; He figured that if someone that high up needed disciplinary action, the Captain himself would handle it, and Samuel would probably just be a witness, or standing off to the side and nodding in approval.&nbsp; "Thanks for the offer," he replied to her statements about sickbay.&nbsp; "There's probably an office for me somewhere, or maybe the Captain wouldn't mind letting me use the Ready Room whenever he's not in there.&nbsp; I'm not out of options yet, I just need to spend more time looking around."<br><br>"I don't know," he replied to her last question.&nbsp; "That's up to you...however," he did start smiling in irony.&nbsp; "What can <em>you</em> tell <em>me</em> about <em>me</em>?"&nbsp; The question was an obvious joke about how all Betazoids were telepaths, capable of reading minds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 22:13:23</strong>
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				[Captain on the Bridge]<br><br>=/\= “Commander MacReady, assemble your Away Team. Have them wearing one of the calibrated armbands McGalleon’s team is preparing. The chroniton emissions appear to be nearly identical to those previously identified by other vessels. The precautions should suffice. Have transporter keep a lock on you.” =/\=
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 23:53:05</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I can tell you that you're not such the hardass that everyone thinks you are," she said, smiling softly.&nbsp; "I am pretty sure that underneath that tough exterior, you can be a good man, Commander..." Sahara's voice was soft, and a bit reflective as she relayed what she had ascertained from the Commander about his mannerisms and what she thought about him back to him.<br><br>"As for your office," she said with a smile, after clearing her throat, "I'm sure you can find a good spot somewhere on this ship.&nbsp; I'm sure not all the rooms are currently occupied..."&nbsp; She opened her mouth to say something else, but was sorely stopped in her tracks when she heard the soft message coming in from the Commander.&nbsp; "I guess that would be your cue to head out of here," she said quietly.&nbsp; "I...I do hope that you'll be careful out there and return to...us in one piece, Sam," she told him, giving him a brave smile for his benefit.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 02:43:39</strong>
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				Samuel listened to Sahara talk, and was almost visibly disappointed when their conversation was cut off by the Captain's order over the comm.&nbsp; "Well, that is indeed my cue to be going."&nbsp; He stood up, adjusting himself.&nbsp; "Don't worry, I'll be careful," he replied with a nod before heading out of the crew lounge.&nbsp; He patted his own link in reply.&nbsp; =/\= "Copy that, sir.&nbsp; On my way." =/\=&nbsp; He started traversing the halls of the McNair, mentally preparing a list in his head.<br><br>He tapped his badge, to open a channel.<br><br>=/\= “Will the following personnel report the Transporter Room One for beam down to the planet's surface: Lieutenants Tosh and Lugus; Lieutenant Junior Grade th-Zarth, and Ensign Liara.”&nbsp; A brief pause.&nbsp; "Also, Lieutenant Tosh, would you bring two compression rifles from the ship's armory.&nbsp; That is all." =/\=
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 17:04:56</strong>
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				Lugus paused for a moment to listen to the announcement about the away team before tapping his badge to send back a reply.&nbsp; <br><br>=/\= "Lt. Lugus here.&nbsp; I'll be right there Commander MacReady." =/\=<br><br>After finishing up with one last glance over the scan results Lt. Lugus picked up his scanning devices and standard issue side arm for away missions before headed towards the transporter room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 07:41:25</strong>
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				The computer relayed Val's message to MacReady in 3 Forward...<br><br>=/\= Lt. JG th-Zarth here Commander, on my way. =/\=
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 16:48:19</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sahara settled down in front of the bar in the Lounge.&nbsp; The Chief Counselor was back to her normal state, gray hairs and wrinkles gone.&nbsp; For a moment she was beginning to think that they would never be able to get rid of the nasty little creatures that had caused so much chaos and commotion on the ship.&nbsp; However, she should've known better.&nbsp; Sahara knew that there were extremely smart and qualified individuals on the ship.&nbsp; Those were the ones that were able to pull through and get things together.&nbsp; Perhaps she would send a gift basket to every lieutenant on the ship for their departments as a thank you.<br><br>She smiled, settling her legs over each other.&nbsp; The captain had relieved of duty for the next few days.&nbsp; It was finally time to sit back and do something to relax.&nbsp; &nbsp;Relax...Hmm..Sahara was definitely dressed to fit the part.&nbsp; Currently, the Counselor was dressed in a &nbsp;black, mid-thigh length dress that hugged all her curves in the right places &nbsp;(http://media.victoriassecret.com/product/prodpri2/V317519.jpg).&nbsp; Her shoes were wedged heels, something that would not be too brutal for the sight-seeing she was planning on getting in later on.&nbsp; A pair of dark sun-glasses sat atop the thick mass of hair that lay in natural waves down her back.<br><br>They were docked at a planet that she had never been to for refueling and doing some work on ship.&nbsp; There was little to no way she was going to stay cooped up here.&nbsp; The first order of business, however, was grabbing a drink or two and some food.&nbsp; Glancing up as the bartender approached, she smiled and ordered a watermelon Smirnoff.<br><br>While waiting for her drink, her mind wandered to what other people were doing with their time off.&nbsp; The thought caused her to turn around, scanning the room for anyone that she knew.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 05:38:05</strong>
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				It had been a stressful ending to the last mission, with him needing to fly down to the planet in a shuttlecraft to make the delivery to Rkar N'ra to ensure that the insectoid lifeforms below weren't going to bother the crews of any starships before.&nbsp; Matter of fact, he mused, in his post-mission report, he intended to bring up something.&nbsp; Namely, the bugs.&nbsp; If they worked as the McNair crew thought that they did, on the systems and crew of starships...why wasn't there a literal starship graveyard about.&nbsp; Rkar N'ra was obviously a known planet, and ships had come to visit before.<br><br>So why wasn't there evidence of strange things happening to starship crews until now?&nbsp; By all accounts, the planet was supposed to have been safe...granted, the majority of those accounts were hasty at best with being this close to the Neutral Zone, but still.&nbsp; Landing parties had been sent down to survey the planet, why didn't they find any evidence of this lifeform?&nbsp; To Sam, there could only be a handful of answers.&nbsp; A: they had been deep underground, and whatever their normal food supply was had been destroyed, forcing them to come to the surface.&nbsp; But in that case, how did they survive space?&nbsp; B: they were some sort of engineered lifeform, meant to protect something on the planet.&nbsp; But there, who would design a lifeform that could destroy its creators?&nbsp; And furthermore, what was on the planet worth protecting?&nbsp; And C...there was no C.&nbsp; Not at the moment, but Sam would find one.<br><br>For now, though, all that was set aside.&nbsp; He entered Three Forward, and noted the new Chief Counselor sitting at a table, and decided to join her.&nbsp; "Hello, Sahara."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 16:55:10</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Commander!" Sahara said, startled from her thinking of the things that she wanted to do today on the Arkaria.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, I didn't see you come in," she said softly.&nbsp; She sat up a little straighter in her seat and smiled at him.&nbsp; "Would you like to join me?" she asked, gesturing to the empty seat that was next to her.&nbsp; She didn't want to spend all of her time by herself, and wanted to get some sort of human interaction with someone else.&nbsp; She had Daisy, sure, but it wasn't the same.&nbsp; <br><br>So far, not many people had use of her services on the ship.&nbsp; She knew that would change in the future, but it left her with plenty of idle time on her hands.&nbsp; That also meant, plenty of time for her to get into trouble.&nbsp; "I'm glad that you've returned to your..." Sahara was about to finish her sentence and say normal self, but she stopped it before it could come out.&nbsp; "Oh, wait," she murmured, recalling.&nbsp; "You weren't affected by the little bugs on the ship, were you?" she asked, watching him.&nbsp; "Lucky man," she murmured, grinning at him.&nbsp; "Were they ever able to find out what it was about you that made you unaffected from the little creatures?" she asked.&nbsp; "I know you're not the only one of human species aboard this ship.&nbsp; Cerise, the Ensign down in Medical was affected, and I'm sure so was Cate..."&nbsp; Her thoughts mused this way and that, knowing that she was mostly voicing her own line of thoughts out loud.<br><br>"Oh well," she said, a soft sigh coming out of her mouth as she used the stirrer provided with her drink to slush the green liquid around in the glass.&nbsp; "Do you have plans to visit the planet?" she asked, her face brightening as she thought once more to her plans for the day when it came to sightseeing.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 18:03:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's okay, Lieutenant, you're forgiven," Samuel dismissed her apology with a wave and a smile.&nbsp; "And yes, as a matter of fact, I would."&nbsp; He sat down in the empty seat next to her.&nbsp; He grinned.&nbsp; "Yeah, that's right."&nbsp; As she broached the question of his immunity, he replied.&nbsp; "Not really...but I have a suspicion.&nbsp; During my previous assignment as Ops Chief aboard the <em>Odysseus</em>, we ran into an energy being that was sucking the power out of our warp core.&nbsp; In the end, I was forced to enter the area and deal with it myself."&nbsp; He mused for a moment.&nbsp; "I was protected by an environment suit, of course, and Medical assured me that with proper treatment, any possible ill effects would be prevented...but I still think something happened to me in there."<br><br>"Hmmmm," Sam thought over the idea.&nbsp; "Eh, maybe.&nbsp; I'm not sure.&nbsp; A lot happened on the last mission, and things are getting resorted around.&nbsp; I might stay on to help the new Chief Science Officer - he's got that, Ops Chief, and Second Officer all to deal with, which can be a lot.&nbsp; I've got experience in one, so...what about you?&nbsp; You sound like you've got something in mind for the moment."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 22:44:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sahara returned the Commander's smile as she watched him out of the corners of her eyes.&nbsp; "Yes, somewhat, Commander," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "I was thinking of doing a bit of exploring.&nbsp; I haven't been to this particular planet before.&nbsp; Everyone's talking about it, practically, and I want to see what all the fuss is about."&nbsp; Sahara knew that she sounded more than a bit excited right now by the prospect of her plans for the day, but she didn't really much care.&nbsp; It had been a while since she had some downtime, being that she had transferred fresh onto the McNair after immediately returning from a previous mission.<br><br>"Which one do you have experience in?" she asked, her eyes warm and glittering through the darkness of her irises as she spoke to Sam.&nbsp; "Hmm..." she said, looking at him carefully.&nbsp; "If I had to take a guess, I would have to say the Ops Officer position looks like it would suit you," she told him.&nbsp; "But, I could be wrong.&nbsp; It wouldn't be the first, or the last time that I would be wrong about something like this," she murmured, taking another sip of her drink.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You're not having anything?" she asked.&nbsp; "Oh, yes..." she mused, remembering his words from earlier.&nbsp; "Someone has issues with being off-duty," she told him, winking in his direction.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 20:50:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam hadn't had some personal time to himself, either, for a while, since his transfer to the McNair had involved quite a bit of travel, and he'd been doing things aboard the Odysseus right up until the very last minute that he'd been in the ship.&nbsp; "I haven't either.&nbsp; At least, not that I really remember.&nbsp; After ten years, sometimes things all blur together unless there was something very personal about the mission."<br><br>"No, you're right, I was the Operations Chief aboard my last ship.&nbsp; It was kind of jarring, really, all the leaps I was making between assignments.&nbsp; First I was just one of the ensigns, then I was flight controller, and then Chief of Ops after that...this is the first real command type position that I've had since I started in Starfleet a decade ago."&nbsp; He scratched his head.&nbsp; He'd had training in all of the areas, like any Starfleet officer, but Command was the route he'd chosen to go.<br><br>"It's not as much issues with being off-duty," Sam clarified, "as wanting to be a good example.&nbsp; Like it or not, I'm the ship's First Officer, which means someone somewhere is probably looking up to me as what they want to be someday.&nbsp; And I should be responsible and set a good example for that person."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 19:57:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sahara nodded as she listened to Sam speak.&nbsp; It seemed that they shared similar views when it came to their work ethics.&nbsp; Still, she did not see why it was that he couldn't take some time to himself.&nbsp; All work and no play was not good for anyone.&nbsp; "This may be true," she told him.&nbsp; "However, it's also important to realize that it's not good to work yourself into a tizzy.&nbsp; Having no room for relaxation and enjoyment isn't good for anyone.&nbsp; It builds up stress and has to potential to cause harm, especially for one of your particular species."&nbsp; <br><br>"Furthermore," she said, continuing on with what she had to say.&nbsp; "You can send the right message to someone looking up to you while taking some downtime.&nbsp; Of course, that would include not getting yourself into trouble, which I highly doubt that you'd do either way.&nbsp; The Captain gives us downtime for a reason," she told him.&nbsp; "As much as a workaholic as I am, I know that there is a time and a place to just relax."<br><br>She smiled, looking at him.&nbsp; "But, that's just my opinion.&nbsp; You are most certainly free to do as you wish," she told him.&nbsp; "I don't want to come off as judgmental and bossy.&nbsp; I'm just looking out for your well-being on this ship."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 02:10:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam did realize that he could be an example to others even while between missions from Starfleet...but this was the first real visible position of authority that he had in his career.&nbsp; Even as the Ops Chief aboard the Odysseus, he had worked mainly with the senior staff and the people within a single department - Engineering.&nbsp; But here, as the First Officer, he had to work with everyone to make sure the ship was running smoothly.&nbsp; So he did feel a keen sense of responsibility about his position.<br><br>But, something that the new Counselor had said did indeed ring true for him.&nbsp; "No, no, you're not sounding bossy at all.&nbsp; It's just that...well..."&nbsp; He scratched his head.&nbsp; "I don't really know what to do.&nbsp; Most of my things are still en route from my last assignment, and normally during downtime I relax doing those things."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 16:02:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Sahara looked at Sam, listening to what he had said.&nbsp; She found it hard to believe that he couldn't find much to do here without his things.&nbsp; "Well," she said.&nbsp; "We are docked at, what I've heard, is a magnificent planet," she told him.&nbsp; "Why not get out and do a little exploring?&nbsp; It might be the most fresh air that you get to have in a while," she explained, making note of the fact that she wasn't sure when again they would find themselves with downtime on the ship once they took off after the refueling and repairs were done.<br><br>"And plus," she said, looking at the Commander.&nbsp; "With the close calls that we had on the ship with the last mission, you never know what days might be your last," she said, shrugging as she thought about how the thought of death didn't really phase her.&nbsp; It would happen to everyon at some point, and for the most part, she wa shappy with her life and what she had managed to do with it.&nbsp; The only only thing that she would have liked to have done was settle down, and maybe have a family.&nbsp; But, still, she was content with what she had been given so far.&nbsp; "And speaking of your interests," she told him.&nbsp; "What sort of things are you interested in?&nbsp; I mean, what do you do in your free time, and don't tell me that you have none.&nbsp; Even the Captain gets free time," she pointed out.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>1SAZ</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 15:44:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Arriving on the McNair wasn't exactly Issac's idea of a good start to his day, and it certainly was quite the trip to get there. He didn't mind being shuffled around from ship to shuttle, but it still wasn't his idea of a relaxing trip before reaching his new assignment. Rather than bothering with reporting to his quarters to wait for the XO to give him the usual 'new member of the crew' speech, Issac decided to head right for Three Forward to get a drink. He didn't expect to be put on duty till later that day at the earliest, and he still needed to look over the tactical staff's reports so he could get up to date on the McNair's current procedures.<br><br>Entering the lounge, Lieutenant Dorrian took a moment to look around at the various crew sitting about before taking a seat at the bar. He nodded to the person working the bar, a slight smile on his lips as he adjusted his glasses a bit out of a nervous habit. "May I get a coffee, black?" he asked plainly, figuring the warm drink would be better on his nerves then a cool synthehol, or at least would be a better way to wake him up from the dullness that was his trip to the McNair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 04:00:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam had sat and talked with Sahara at the table until she had been called away on other business.&nbsp; After that, he'd sat and waited around for a little while, thinking over what was going to happen aboard the ship after this.&nbsp; He'd heard from the Captain that Starfleet had ordered a crew change...some people leaving, others coming on.&nbsp; Was it the result of the first mission?&nbsp; They had nearly all been permanently altered...only some quick work had managed to rectify the situation.&nbsp; Or maybe it was something else, maybe-<br><br>Wait.&nbsp; That guy who'd just entered Three Forward.&nbsp; Was that...?&nbsp; He'd had the chance to read over the files of the new officers coming on board at Arkaria, and he knew he'd seen that face before.&nbsp; Getting up, he approached the man from behind.<br><br>"Lt. Dorrian?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>1SAZ</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 23:31:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking up as his name was said, Issac raised an eyebrow to the man till he noticed the pips on his uniform marking him as a commander. Shaking his head, he sipped his drink before motioning for the man to take a seat next to him. "Yes Commander, how may I help you?" he asked plainly, holding his coffee in one hand while the other drummed on the counter of the bar. It took him a moment to recall the man's name from his briefing on the crew of the McNair, and when he did he began to run through his mental records for information on the second in command. The man had some experience under his belt, but if Issac recalled correctly, this was his first command position.<br><br>"Sorry for not reporting to you right when I got here, but I thought a drink to wake me up might be a good idea," Issac added before taking another sip of his coffee, now even more glad he chose that over something else. It certainly didn't hurt his story at least.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 01:25:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Actually, you can help me by talking to me," Samuel replied.&nbsp; "We've got a few new officers coming aboard here, and I spent a lot of the time between my arrival on the McNair and the start of our first mission running around trying to get myself acquainted with the various persons in charge of the sections aboard this ship.&nbsp; "And don't worry, it's understood that you would wanted to have gotten yourself in order before reporting to any of the senior staff on the ship, first."&nbsp; As far as he was aware, everyone had done something like that upon arriving at the ship, so he wasn't about to lay blame to the Tactical Officer.<br><br>"Now, first thing you can tell me, Mister Dorian.&nbsp; Tell me about your ship record.&nbsp; I don't mean the official things you see in Starfleet reports, I can see that easily enough.&nbsp; I want to know what you personally learned, not had taught to you.&nbsp; How did your postings help <em>you</em> become better at what you do?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 11:35:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lewis sat morosely throwing back shots of Aldebaran whiskey, desperately trying to get drunk. So far all the strong green liquid had done is make his feet feel soggy and full. Lewis Grimaced as he realised he was merely an empty container for the liquid; a type of moving glass or fancy holomatter flask. He could program himself for intoxication he supposed but if he was going to do that did he really even need the whiskey? He needed the whiskey to forget the disaster that had been his first shore leave. He could still hear the harsh laughter of the young Arkarian girls he had approached. we he had tried, rather frustratedly to explain himself they'd threatened him with police action and called him things he'd had to look up. It was defiantly not the fun filled vacation he'd expected. He was exceptionally intelligent and talented, so why didn't people; female, or male for that matter, like him? It was a question that troubled his photonic soul, or whatever it was that he had that served as one.&nbsp; Eventually Lewis did the only thing that as an engineer made sense. He got up, slushy shoes and all, and headed to a databank to do some research. Somewhere they're had to be something that could help him.<br><br>Hours later Lewis realised bitterly that the answer was much simpler than he had initially thought. Everything he had experienced since being assigned to the McNair came down to one simple answer.....It was all his fathers fault. He'd been programmed by a brilliant but socially awkward man. A man who'd spent half his career in holosuites and the other half stuttering incoherently. No wonder people reacted to him the way they did! The Solution was even simpler he'd get a new face, and a new body with it. Something strong, handsome, and pleasing to others. <br><br><em>Hmm,</em> he thought as he walked the corridors towards the holodeck.<em> I wonder if I should grow a beard?<em>&nbsp; </em></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Three Forward Crew Lounge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 22:04:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The subdued 'woosh' of the double doors as they slid apart let the cool aromatic air of the crew lounge wash over Liara.&nbsp; It had been a relaxing bit of shore leave but now she was back and ready to get on with her duties.&nbsp; She stepped up to the bar and took a seat, most of the crew were still returning from the planet, so it was rather quiet.&nbsp; "Raktajino, extra sweet."&nbsp; She requested from the bartender as he approached her.&nbsp; He smiled happily and headed off to the other side of the bar to prepare the order.&nbsp; She had borrowed the recipe from the replicators on DS9 before she left, and made it a point to load it in every database where she was stationed.&nbsp; <br><br>The cool mug of liquid settled down in front of her and Liara smiled as the aroma tingled her nose.&nbsp; <em>Always a good way to start a day...</em> She thought to herself as she lifted the cool coffee drink to her mouth and started enjoying it.&nbsp; She hoped that the Captain's officer meeting would end soon so that she could get the updated orders from Dun and get on with the whatever new puzzles they were tasked to fix.&nbsp; 
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