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				Title: <strong>USS McNair - Ready Room [archive]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 03:58:00</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 04:19:50</strong>
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				Straightening his uniform shirt, Cmdr. Samuel Elliot MacReady emerged from the turbolift onto the main bridge of the USS <em>McNair</em>.&nbsp; Crossing the bridge swiftly, he entered the Ready Room to greet the captain...<br><br>...who was not there.&nbsp; Well, at least he was early, and could spend a few moments to himself before he met his new commanding officer for the first time.&nbsp; He reflected on what had happened to bring him here.&nbsp; His previous ship, the <em>Odysseus</em>, had gotten news of MacReady's reassignment while out on patrol near the Romulan Neutral Zone, and then once relieved by the USS <em>Saipan</em>, had headed to Starbase 212 to resupply and say goodbye to its Chief of Operations.&nbsp; Samuel had spent two days on the station, then climbed aboard the USS <em>Sun Tsu</em>, a <em>Steamrunner</em>-class, which was heading to the Mars Shipyards for refitting its twin torpedo tubes.<br><br>Upon arriving at the station, Samuel had disembarked, and gotten a look at his new ship...and realized for the first time what it meant.&nbsp; Oh, he'd read that it was a <em>Nova</em>-class, alright.&nbsp; But it never sank in until that very moment.&nbsp; This was not exactly what he'd expected.&nbsp; Something he was going to bring up with the Captain.<br><br>The Captain.&nbsp; He was First Officer now, which meant that he only had one person to listen to aboard this ship, and that was him.&nbsp; Otherwise, everyone else would look to <em>him</em>, not the other way around.&nbsp; He'd learned that very quickly, as various Ensigns and Lieutenants had been quick to get out of his way en route to the bridge.<br><br>Well, his things were being transported to his quarters now...<br><br>...time to meet the chief.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 04:34:24</strong>
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				“You’d think with all the technology we have around us, there’d be a more effective method of removing dog hair from a uniform.” Airik quipped to himself in the turbolift as he picked a stray hair off his shirt. He specifically made the request that the ship allow canine and feline pets. It was important for morale. It was also vitally important to him personally. His one family member was Trooper, his elderly yellow lab. <br><br>After hesitation and several contacts with favors owed, he managed to get the approval. Now Trooper slept in the quarters dreaming of their recently holodeck trip.<br><br>Stepping onto the bridge he nodded to several of the shipyard workers and stepped over to his Ready Room. Thinking it was empty, he entered nonchalantly and nearly ran into Commander MacReady. At least this was Commander MacReady in the flesh and not some computer generated image on a screen.<br><br>“Commander, welcome to the McNair.” Airik said holding his hand out to shake the Executive Officer’s hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t greet you at the transporter. I’ve been…what’s that say?...up to my neck in minutia and tried to catch up on some lost sleep.” Airik was honest and wanted an open relationship between the two.<br><br>“Please, please, sit down. Can I get you something to drink?” Airik asked walking to the replicator and getting a glass of water for himself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 04:44:15</strong>
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				Samuel turned quickly when the doors to the Ready Room whisked open and he saw his new Captain enter, nearly knocking them both over.&nbsp; Guess he hadn't been expecting anyone here.&nbsp; "Thank you, sir.&nbsp; It's good to be here."&nbsp; He shook the Captain's hand, and nodded.&nbsp; "I believe that is the saying, sir."&nbsp; <br><br>As Airik walked over to the replicator, he followed the Ba'ku man.&nbsp; "Captain, I've seen heavy combat against Jem'Hadar cruisers, and repaired sparking power couplings for a transporter with nothing but an Ensign's toolkit."&nbsp; There was a wry smile on his face, obviously being in good humor.&nbsp; "I think I can handle a simple replicator."&nbsp; Once Airik had his water, he gave his order.&nbsp; "Coffee.&nbsp; Black."<br><br>Taking the cup, he sat down in the chair most directly opposite the Captain.&nbsp; "I must say, Captain.&nbsp; You have a very nice ship here, sir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 04:50:45</strong>
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				Airik sat down and took a swig of the water and set it down. “Please in here, between us, Airik is just fine.” He leaned back in his chair and studied the Commander. The Ba’ku weren’t telepathic or empathic, but they were students of life. Not to mention Airik’s background in psychology…it seemed that MacReady was hesitant. Perhaps it was just meeting for the first time.<br><br>The Commanding Officer studied the profiles of each of his senior officers, but definitely most so his Number One. <br><br>“Our ship, Commander.” Airik corrected MacReady.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 04:56:12</strong>
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				"Of course, sir...Captain...Airik."&nbsp; It took a little effort on his part, being used to calling any and everyone 'sir' or 'ma'am' for a long time - he'd really only gotten some authority on his last assignment, and even then, he still had people over him.<br><br>MacReady took a swallow of his coffee, and looked long and hard at the Captain.&nbsp; Well, he'd come here to ask, and trying to avoid the subject now would be like trying to keep a Ferengi out of a bank vault.<br><br>"Permission to speak freely, Captain."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 04:58:41</strong>
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				Airik finished off his water, stood up, and returned the glass to the replicator. It vanished as his hand moved way. The Ba’ku sat back down behind his desk and set his hands on it. The first rule of counseling was no barriers between you and the person being counseled.<br><br>This was not a counseling session.<br><br>MacReady was not a client.<br><br>“Of course.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 05:10:39</strong>
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				MacReady nodded.&nbsp; "Sir, I admit, ever since I received the orders to report to the <em>McNair</em>, I was...puzzled.&nbsp; A bafflement that only intensified and finally sank in when I actually saw the ship herself."&nbsp; More coffee.&nbsp; Followed by more talking.&nbsp; "I confess that this was not what I had envisioned when I was told that I was being promoted to First Officer aboard another ship.&nbsp; I had pictured an <em>Akira</em>-class, a <em>Yeager</em>, or even..."<br><br>Another wry smile.&nbsp; "...a <em>Prometheus</em>.&nbsp; Just for a moment, but I allowed myself that."&nbsp; A long, slow breath.&nbsp; "But then I get my orders, and I arrive here, to find that I'm being stationed onboard a <em>Nova</em>.&nbsp; Now, no offense meant to you, or the <em>McNair</em>, or anyone aboard her, but I think Starfleet made a mistake."<br><br>He indicated the Captain's PADD on the desk.&nbsp; "Sir, I know that you've read my record, and the things I've done in it.&nbsp; So what I am about to tell you should be no surprise to you.&nbsp; I am a soldier, not a scientist.&nbsp; And while <em>Nova</em>s are fine ships...it is a science vessel.&nbsp; Not a warship."&nbsp; This last part was said with no prejudice, or disdain, or lack of respect in his tone, sounding completely matter of fact.<br><br>"I don't think I belong here, Captain."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 05:17:58</strong>
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				Airik listened carefully as MacReady spoke openly about his concerns. Frankly the Commanding Officer wasn’t all that surprised. It was definitely a common misperception that science vessels were basically boring sensor ships with living machines inside processing data.<br><br>“I understand.” Airik noted when the Commander finished. <br><br>Airik leaned back his chair. “Do you know how many scientists on this ship can fire a phaser?” Airik held up his hand. It was a rhetorical question. “Or how long it takes a methodical statistician to make a decision?” Another rhetorical question.<br><br>“Perhaps we need you more than you need us.” Airik suggested. The Ba’ku didn’t actually believe it. He had the feeling that MacReady needed the ship as much as the ship needed him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 05:27:41</strong>
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				MacReady had been ready to respond to Airik's question when the other man held up his hand, to stave off that answer.&nbsp; He listened to the other question posed by the Captain, about statisticians.&nbsp; Part of that rang true with the Commander.&nbsp; One thing that had driven him crazy on the <em>Odysseus</em> was that science staff always wanted more data before making conclusions.<br><br>But on a starship, in the middle of a crisis, that sort of time wasn't always available.<br><br>"I..."&nbsp; MacReady paused for a moment.&nbsp; "I never quite saw it that way, sir."&nbsp; <br><br>Comprehension dawned on him, slowly, as he realized that Airik had dealt with a major potential problem - an unhappy First Officer - just by asking him a couple of questions.<br><br>A slow expulsion of breath.&nbsp; "No wonder you're the Captain," he said, smiling, and drinking more coffee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 05:32:15</strong>
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				Airik chuckled at MacReady. His records were exemplary and showed a quick thinker with great gut reactions. His abilities were the kind that were inherent and not easily learned.<br><br>“Commander I like to think I’m relatively adept at reading people.” He smiled. “Not many people could bring up what you did with their commanding officer. I respect that. It speaks to your integrity, your honesty.”<br><br>Airik once again leaned forward.<br><br>“Don’t change.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 05:53:45</strong>
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				Karn left his room, dressed in his Star Fleet attire and boarded a waiting turbolift. Seconds later he was whisked up to the bridge. The turbolift opened and he stepped out enough to let the automatic doors close behind him. He looked at the layout of the bridge and snarled. <em>Why do humans always have to have luxurious ships?</em> he thought as he looked at his surroundings. He went over to his station and logged in, then made his way to the Captain's Ready Room.<br><br>He'd size the man up and find out just what kind of leader he was by introducing himself. He stepped in front of the doors sensor and pressed a button to his immediate left, letting the Captain know that he had company waiting outside of his room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 17:20:03</strong>
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				Airik was about to continue his conversation with Commander MacReady when the alert chimed that someone was outside the Ready Room door. It had happened to him all week. He certainly didn't mind it. He was the Commanding Officer and it came with the territory - an open door policy.<br><br>"Come."<br><br>The door opened and in walked the ship's Klingon Tactical Officer.<br><br>Airik had worked with many species in the past, including Klingons. He found them to be glass half empty sorts and almost an amalgam of Vulcan, Romulan, Ferengi, and Human. They took some of the best...and worst...bits from each of them. Of course, he would NEVER suggest that to a Klingon. <br><br>For the most part there were very few surprises when it came to them and Airik liked that.<br><br>"Lieutenant Karn, please come in." Airik stood up and offered his hand in a shake.<br><br>"Commander MacReady, please meet Lieutenant Karn, our Chief Tactical Officer." The Commanding Officer introduced the two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 17:30:22</strong>
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				"As you ask, Captain."&nbsp; MacReady nodded, and then looked over at the door.&nbsp; "Looks like we have another visitor."&nbsp; He knew that all the major officers were coming aboard around this time, and he figured that they would all want to meet with the Captain.&nbsp; "I wonder who it is."<br><br>As the door whisked open to reveal Karn, MacReady looked to see that it was a Klingon.&nbsp; And apparently he was the ships' new Chief Tactical Officer.&nbsp; Well, from what he had heard - and now seen - there was a Ba'ku aboard, some Betazoids, so a Klingon really shouldn't have been any surprise.&nbsp; <em>This is going to be one hell of a diverse crew</em>, MacReady thought to himself.<br><br>Standing, he turned to face him.&nbsp; "Commander Samuel MacReady," he introduced himself to the Tactical Officer.&nbsp; "Greetings, though I believe the traditional phrase is..."&nbsp; And here MacReady spoke - with a somewhat noticeable accent - the Klingon greeting, which in human terms would have translated to something like 'What do you want?'
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 21:06:35</strong>
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				"Come" a voice answered the chime a few seconds later. He stepped into the Ready Room as soon as the door opened, taking in the two men already in the room. One was obviously the Captain by the rank on his collar, the other was the Commander, or First Officer. Karn spotted the rank buttons on their collars easily and his memory provided the rest. <br><br>"Lieutenant Karn, please come in" the Captain said extending his arm and offering his hand to shake, Karn reached a little further grabbing the Captain's wrist in what Human's termed a "Warrior's Greeting", it was a common enough gesture in the Klingon Empire so to Karn it was just a normal "handshake". The Captain spoke again "Commander MacReady, please meet Lieutenant Karn, our Chief Tactical Officer." the Commanding Officer said introducing the two.<br><br>Karn nodded to each in turn and called them by their ranks in turn. As the Captain introduced him to his immediate superior Commander MacReady, he gave the Commander the "warrior's greeting" also, grasping his wrist. "Commander Samuel MacReady," the Commander said introducing himself&nbsp; "Greetings, though I believe the traditional phrase is..."&nbsp; And here MacReady spoke - with a somewhat noticeable accent - the Klingon greeting, which in human terms would have translated to something like 'What do you want?' <br><br>When the Commander spoke in his native tongue with a hint of an acquired accent, Karn was truly surprised, and pleased. Karn spoke the appropriate response, his own accent much thicker, which when translated would mean something like 'Nothing but, a good brawl, a good drink, an honorable death, and good friends to share it with'.<br><br>He looked to the Captain and said simply in Galactic Basic "I had decided that since I had found my room onboard, that I would check in with you sir. Any standing orders?" his gutturally deep voice almost sounded menacing, though he wasn't trying to sound that way. He placed his hands behind his back respectfully and waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 03:22:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82492.msg3641527#msg3641527">Quote from: Gladiator0161 on 16-09-2010, 21:06:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He looked to the Captain and said simply in Galactic Basic "I had decided that since I had found my room onboard, that I would check in with you sir. Any standing orders?" his gutturally deep voice almost sounded menacing, though he wasn't trying to sound that way. He placed his hands behind his back respectfully and waited.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Airik Mitchell thought for a moment. The list was endless as to what needed to get done. "I imagine that you'll want to meet the Chief of Security. I haven't been notified if he's on the ship yet."<br><br>=/\= "Computer, location of Lieutenant Tosh." =/\=<br><br>The soft dulcet tones of the computer responded promptly.<br><br>=/\= "Lieutenant Vergil Tosh is located on the holodeck." =/\= <br><br>Airik smiled. "It appears he snuck on the ship. He must be wearing his comm badge." He looked to Commander MacReady. "I'm sure he's aware, but would you please discuss with Lieutenant Tosh that there is an expectation he will wear his comm badge at all times? Also let the Operations Officer know of the requirement."<br><br>Lieutenant Vergil was a bio-genetically engineered Angosian soldier. Because of the mutations at the cellular level he was not recognizable by sensors. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 03:26:04</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82492.msg3643127#msg3643127">Quote from: alxnjsh on 17-09-2010, 03:22:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He looked to Commander MacReady. "I'm sure he's aware, but would you please discuss with Lieutenant Tosh that there is an expectation he will wear his comm badge at all times? Also let the Operations Officer know of the requirement."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Of course, Captain."&nbsp; MacReady nodded his head.&nbsp; "Speaking of head officers, shouldn't we have some sort of...officer's round table in the near future?&nbsp; Somewhere where we can be acquainted with each other?&nbsp; This ship is going to be home until whenever our next assignment comes in, so knowing who we're working with at the top level is going to be important."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 03:44:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82492.msg3643149#msg3643149">Quote from: ReijiTabibito on 17-09-2010, 03:26:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Of course, Captain."&nbsp; MacReady nodded his head.&nbsp; "Speaking of head officers, shouldn't we have some sort of...officer's round table in the near future?&nbsp; Somewhere where we can be acquainted with each other?&nbsp; This ship is going to be home until whenever our next assignment comes in, so knowing who we're working with at the top level is going to be important."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Airik nodded. "Yes, definitely." He thought for a moment. "I'd like to schedule a senior staff meeting when all of the members have arrived. Perhaps then some kind of...social gathering after? We will of course have a formal ceremony for the launch." <br><br>He looked to the First Officer. "Did you have any thoughts?" Airik's mind thought of a bevy of things they could do - holodeck entertainment, simple dinner in the lounge, formal wine social...he wasn't one to really plan parties. He hoped that would be something the morale officer would do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 03:53:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82492.msg3643236#msg3643236">Quote from: alxnjsh on 17-09-2010, 03:44:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Airik nodded. "Yes, definitely." He thought for a moment. "I'd like to schedule a senior staff meeting when all of the members have arrived. Perhaps then some kind of...social gathering after? We will of course have a formal ceremony for the launch." <br><br>He looked to the First Officer. "Did you have any thoughts?" Airik's mind thought of a bevy of things they could do - holodeck entertainment, simple dinner in the lounge, formal wine social...he wasn't one to really plan parties. He hoped that would be something the morale officer would do.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>MacReady looked lost in thought for a moment, arms folding.&nbsp; After a few moments, he looked over at Airik.&nbsp; "Why not all three?&nbsp; I have a possible setting in mind on the Holodeck where we could definitely do that."&nbsp; Plus, it would give him the chance to indulge in what had to be one of his favorite holodeck settings anywhere.<br><br>"Would this be for the whole ship, or just the senior staff?&nbsp; Because I don't think the whole crew is going to be able to fit into the Holodeck..."&nbsp; Eighty people couldn't fit in the Holodeck back on either the <em>Feynman</em> or the <em>Odysseus</em>.&nbsp; So he doubted it here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 04:01:07</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82492.msg3643287#msg3643287">Quote from: ReijiTabibito on 17-09-2010, 03:53:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Would this be for the whole ship, or just the senior staff?&nbsp; Because I don't think the whole crew is going to be able to fit into the Holodeck..."&nbsp; Eighty people couldn't fit in the Holodeck back on either the <em>Feynman</em> or the <em>Odysseus</em>.&nbsp; So he doubted it here.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Airik smiled. "Yes, it would quickly become a very violent gathering if we attempted to cram everyone in the holodeck. I would say that would be for senior officers, perhaps the bridge crew. At least alpha and beta shifts." <br><br>The Commanding Officer returned to his desk to grab a PADD. He needed to do a few rounds on the ship. Time was getting close. "What exactly did you have in mind on the holodeck?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 04:09:08</strong>
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				MacReady nodded.&nbsp; "I have a few more ideas, but I'll talk them over with the Morale Officer in that regards."&nbsp; When Airik asked what he had in mind, MacReady grinned.&nbsp; "Borrowing a favorite setting of mine for 'entertainment.'"<br><br>The First Officer went on to explain.&nbsp; "I have a series of books which appealed to me from my days at Starfleet Academy - a detective mystery series set on Earth, about four and a half centuries ago, before mankind ever reached the stars.&nbsp; It's even set in San Francisco."&nbsp; He gave the name of the home of both Starfleet Academy, and Starfleet itself.&nbsp; "One of the novels has a chapter set in a large nightclub.&nbsp; I though we could appropriate it, and modify it a little, for the evening."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 04:23:01</strong>
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				Airik pondered it for a moment and then nodded. "I think it sounds very interesting. I remember reading something about detective novels. It will be quite helpful for the crew. I hope we can offer many opportunities for the crew to socialize outside their formal positions. We're a small ship and being in such cramped quarters...well...I believe the saying is 'the natives may get restless.'"<br><br>So far the Commanding Officer had met the Executive Officer, Tactical Officer, and Counselor and Morale Officer via a comm link. Things were going smoothly. All seemed to be lining up nicely.<br><br>"Shall we investigate the bridge?" Airik asked with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 04:28:53</strong>
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				"I think we're all going to need that in the days ahead."&nbsp; MacReady agreed.&nbsp; "I think the Morale Officer is going to get something of a workout onboard."&nbsp; Heck, before the <em>McNair</em>, no ship that MacReady had been on had had a Morale Officer.&nbsp; At least, not a formally designated one.<br><br>"Absolutely.&nbsp; It's a good setup, Captain.&nbsp; Reminiscent of the <em>Intrepid</em>-class setup."&nbsp; This seemed to be the new arrangment for Starfleet vessels, which in his opinion hearkened&nbsp; back to the old days of the <em>Constitution</em>-class.&nbsp; He turned to the Klingon present.&nbsp; "Coming, Lieutenant?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 06:50:01</strong>
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				<br>"I imagine that you'll want to meet the Chief of Security. I haven't been notified if he's on the ship yet" Captain Airik said responding to his question. Karn just nodded in response as the Captain and Commander continued to discuss plans about introductions and a possible celebration for just the fact that everyone here would be working with one another for the first time. Karn thought it was a little mushy to throw a party just because it was a way to get everyone to like you but, he had nothing better to do and it wasn't like he had anything against parties either.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I think we're all going to need that in the days ahead."&nbsp; MacReady agreed.&nbsp; "I think the Morale Officer is going to get something of a workout onboard."&nbsp; Heck, before the McNair, no ship that MacReady had been on had had a Morale Officer.&nbsp; At least, not a formally designated one.<br><br>"Absolutely.&nbsp; It's a good setup, Captain.&nbsp; Reminiscent of the Intrepid-class setup."&nbsp; This seemed to be the new arrangment for Starfleet vessels, which in his opinion hearkened&nbsp; back to the old days of the Constitution-class.&nbsp; He turned to the Klingon present.&nbsp; "Coming, Lieutenant?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He heard the Commander address him and so he looked at the man and shrugged as he said "If there's nothing else besides <em>meeting</em> the Cheif Security Officer for me to do." He looked to the Captain as if to say "is that it?" and back walked out of the Ready Room, since it was clear that they wanted to get out of the room they were in. Karn turned around and surveyed the Bridge. It didn't seem impressive to him but, then again he was used to a much much smaller living space and way of life in general.<br><br>He was a Warrior. He killed the bad guys, saved the day and earned honor in doing so. End of story. <br><br>((OOC: Moving to the <em>Bridge</em>))<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 18:53:13</strong>
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				<em>Captain's Log, Supplemental</em><br><br><em>The McNair has arrived at the Romulan Neutral Zone planet Rkar N'ra. A scientific away team is currently in transport to the planet. It appears to be a standard study and recommend mission. Though one can never be too sure. Many seemingly scientific missions have turned into…</em><br><br>Airik stopped in midsentence, not wanting to say it out loud. As though saying the words would make it so.<br><br><em>The away team is in the capable hands of Commander MacReady. Thus far our relationship has been quite formal. I only hope his aggressive background comes in handy on our scientific vessel. It is an area in which I do not excel.</em><br><br>“Computer, save log and file the second part under personal logs.” Airik added.<br><br>“Begin recording a transmission to Admiral Vincent Dallas.”<br><br>“Begin when ready.” The computer responded.<br><br>“Admiral, we’ve reached Rkar N’ra. The mission has only just begun and I’m already anxious to find out the next.” Airik smiled. “I wonder if there’s some high up in Starfleet that could manage a rendezvous mission. Betazoid is a beautiful planet this time of year.” He paused as he wished Vincent was in the room with him. “Oh and I have yet to visit with Brady. I just…I don’t want him to think I’m meddling. I mean…to have your Commanding Officer be your uncle’s partner. I can only believe it is very difficult for him. Let alone thinking that perhaps either I or you had something to do with his assignment.” Airik sighed. “I guess I can’t…shouldn’t really avoid it any longer. Until we meet again…all my love to Shelbie.”<br><br>“Computer, end recording and transport after leaving the Neutral Zone.” Airik concluded.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 16:50:31</strong>
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				=/\= Tactical to Captain Mitchell, we are experiencing issues with the shields and the ship is being exposed to Chroniton radiation.&nbsp; Engineering has been advised and is working the issue. =/\=
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 18:44:55</strong>
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				Airik listened to the communication from the bridge. Perhaps the ship wasn't in tip top shape? He stood up and moved to exit the Ready Room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 01:04:02</strong>
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				<strong>Captain Mitchell, weighing the options</strong><br><br>The data were presented by a multitude of departments across the ship. Medical and Science determined that the biological matter on the ship was being adversely affected by not chroniton emissions, but a life form that seemed to excrete chroniton-like particles as a by-product of energy. Engineering determined a relatively safe method for expelling the ‘bugs’ as they’ve been nicknamed from biological matter through a sustained agitation process.<br><br>=/\= Computer, pause playback. =/\=<br><br>As a result of his&nbsp; temporary blindness brought on by severe macular degeneration Airik was listening to all of the reports. It required a different type of thought process. He pictured himself back on his home planet, carefully listening to music as he meticulously not only appreciated it from an artistic standpoint, but also scientific and spiritual.<br><br>The reports in the computer’s monotone voice weren’t as moving.<br><br>Airik touched his communicator.<br><br>=/\= Senior staff, report to the observation lounge. =/\=<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 01:10:08</strong>
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				Okies...basically I've done 2 things:<br><br>I clarified what we know thus far in the Ready Room thread.<br><br>I've moved the senior officers to the Observation Lounge to accomplish 2 goals collectively:<br><br>1. Figure out how to permanently remove the bugs from the ship safely (safe for both the crew and the bugs).<br><br>and<br><br>2. Figure out how to undo the aging/de-aging.<br><br>Let's put on our Trek hats and figure this out!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 02:50:30</strong>
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				=/\= Begin Recording. Captains Log, Supplemental.<br><br>The first assignment of the McNair proved to be nearly more than we could handle. We lost several crew on what should have been a fairly customary scientific mission. Cataloguing a new life form should be the epitome of what it means to be a science vessel, but at what cost? <br><br>End log. =/\=<br><br>The McNair recently arrived at Starbase 39, in orbit around Arkaria, a class M planet. Arkaria was a perfect location for the crew to recover from the physically and emotionally exhausting Rkar N’ra. Crew members have the option of remaining on the ship or spending time on the planet to recuperate. Airik decided long ago to remain with the ship. He had to contact several crew member families. Probably the worst part of being a commanding officer.<br><br>=/\= Computer, begin a subspace personal message to Admiral Dallas Vincent.<br><br>Hello Admiral. I know you’re on the other side of the universe, but someone with your stature should be able to reassign your vessel to Arkaria. The dog misses you.<br><br>End and send message. =/\=<br><br>As Airik stood he received an alert<br><br>=/\= Bridge to Captain Mitchell. =/\=<br><br>=/\= Mitchell here. =/\=<br><br>=/\= Captain, we’ve secured a dock with the Starbase. =/\=<br><br>=/\= Acknowledged, send a ship wide announcement that scheduled shore leave may now begin. =/\=<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 00:10:30</strong>
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				Captain Airik Mitchell stared at the viewer on the wall with a half smile on his face. He'd played the game well and slipped a transfer right under one of his best friend's noses. <br><br>"Must be nice having an Admiral in your back pocket, Captain." Jason Smythe cocked an eyebrow. The Commanding Officer of the Horatio leaned back in his chair.<br><br>"Jealous?" Airik asked his Academy roommate. <br><br>Jason chuckled. "Too bad he's stuck in the middle of Romulan space and had nothing to do with this transfer. Who else are you sleeping with that I should know about?"<br><br>Airik shook his head. "Oh no, I'm not telling my secrets. Besides, I completed the appropriate paperwork and it's not my fault you don't follow protocol. She belongs to the McNair now."<br><br>The human sighed. "I already have the paperwork completed on the next transfer. I'll beat you to that one. Tell stick he doesn't know what he's got himself into." <br><br>Airik laughed as the screen went blank. 'Stick' was Jason's pet name for Dallas, who did seem to change from his more loose ways in the Academy to a rather rigid Admiral. Airik thought for a moment about his partner. The distance was far between them, but Airik was confident they'd reunite soon.<br><br>=/\= Computer, relay a message to Lieutenant Jeela Lurae to report to my Ready Room when she's available. =/\=<br><br>It was nothing urgent, the ship was currently on break, but he would like to meet his new Chief Counselor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 05:16:17</strong>
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				Continued From (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82482.msg4825548#msg4825548)<br><br>Jeela had let out the soft chime of the computerized bell, feeling a little nervous deep inside of herself.&nbsp; She was not sure what to expect from this new Captain and unsure if he was already dealing with ship business.&nbsp; Deep inside, she hoped that she was not intruding as she let out a wide but professional smile.<br><br>“Greetings, Captain, I am Counselor Jeela Lurae.&nbsp; It is very wonderful to meet you.”&nbsp; She spoke in her professional manner.&nbsp; She was not sure what type of person the Captain was but she thought that it would be best to not get on his bad side during their first meeting.&nbsp; She reached out with her hand as if to suggest a handshake.&nbsp; Though she was Bajoran, she had already known many earth customs from her time on the Federation’s home planet.<br><br>“May I ask what the occasion is for you to see me?”&nbsp; She asked, having a feeling that either this was just a simple introduction or that she would be needed on a counseling session for one of the crew members on the ship.&nbsp; She deeply hoped that it was the former and not the latter as she waited for what the Captain would say or do next.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 19:04:53</strong>
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				Airik Mitchell set down the cup of tea in which he was indulging as the door chime alerted him to a visitor. “Come.” He responded, prompting the door to open immediately. A Bajoran Officer entered. He recognized the Counselor from her crew service record.<br><br>“Counselor,” Airik stood and extended his hand. It seemed to become a universal gesture throughout the Federation. “Thank you for reporting in. Please, have a seat.” He motioned to a small couch off to the side. Following her, he sat. He recalled rule 101 in counseling – never have an obstacle between you and your client, if only offers barriers to discussion.<br><br>“Nothing urgent, I only wanted to welcome you to the McNair and spend some time discussing the recent Mission.” Airik was glad to have a counselor on board. The previous Mission lost a significant number of the senior crew – and it was only the first voyage of the ship. Several crew transferred out of stress.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 07:21:14</strong>
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				Jeela took a seat next to the Captain feeling very much better about things.&nbsp; She really appreciated someone that was very upfront and did not have to hide any secrets in her leaders… and Arick seemed to be a Captain that did not have to hide any.&nbsp; First impressions were often very tricky to judge but the impression that Jeela received from her Captain seemed to be very genuine.<br><br>“I would love to talk about that.&nbsp; I did read over some of the files on that last mission but one thing really puzzles me.”&nbsp; Jeela said while biting her lower lip as if in thought.&nbsp; “I had seen many members of the crew transferring out of the ship due to stress but…”&nbsp; She paused for just a bit as she looked over at the Captain.&nbsp; &nbsp;“What kind of stress were the crew members dealing with?”&nbsp; She asked as she had another thought cross her mind while she bit her lower lip once again.&nbsp; Her biting of her lip seemed to be a small quirk that she had ever since she was a little girl thinking of ways to elude angry mobs of Cardassian men.&nbsp; Most of the time, her thoughts proved to be the right ideas as she had kept that small quirk within herself.<br><br>“And some of those members of the crew were Senior Officers from the reports that I have read.&nbsp; What could have happened to the previous counselor that was aboard the ship?”&nbsp; Jeela asked, while once again biting her lip and hoping that the response was one that she was thinking about in the first place.&nbsp; She hoped that the original Counselor was not one of those Senior Officers that departed from the stress.&nbsp; She knew that when a Counselor had to deal with too much stress, than he or she would not be a person who members of the crew could feel connected with and hope to boost the crew’s morale in any way.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 03:12:40</strong>
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				Airik thought for a moment. The Counselor posed logical questions. Much of what she didn’t know she would now have access to as a member of the senior staff. The Mission was extremely recent and she needed a full briefing.<br><br>“While investigating unusual chroniton-like emissions on a planet, we discovered a new species. The effects of direct contact with the species caused unforeseen consequences. Many of the crew aged rapidly while others reversed in age. Crew died from old age and degeneration to the point of conception.” Airik paused for a moment to let the concept fully be understood by the Counselor.<br><br>It was a horrific and unexpected first Mission. A simple survey assignment to investigate a curious emission.<br><br>“The crew had not had the opportunity to fully integrate and meet as a cohesive unit, but seeing your fellow officers suffer and die was traumatic regardless of relationships.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 05:31:13</strong>
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				Jeela listened to the briefing that the Captain had given her and was astonished to hear of the events that happened.&nbsp; Astonished was putting things very mildly.&nbsp; It was fascinating but at the same time, very tragic.&nbsp; She had some time to fully digest the situation as she bit her lower lip again, thinking of the events that were happening to the crew.<br><br>Hearing about this very tragic mission being the very first mission that the crew of the McNair had completed, Jeela started to have a small understanding the relationships that the crew had.&nbsp; Maybe she could help the people to recover from this very tragic event and she was hoping that she could be a very huge help in that regard.&nbsp; <br><br>“I can not imagine seeing people slip away from the mortal world like that.&nbsp; I will not even pretend to imagine seeing events like that, Captain…”&nbsp; She paused for just a bit before continuing on.&nbsp; “But what I would like to try to do is to help you and the crew to recover from those events as much as I can.&nbsp; I would like to be the listening beacon of light if you or any of the crew ever needs me.”&nbsp; She hoped as she let out a small smile, letting the Captain digest the words of light that she had spoken.&nbsp; She knew that matters of the ship fell upon her captain but she also knew that matters of the heart and the soul fell upon herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 23:32:17</strong>
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				Airik nodded as Jeela spoke. She had a definite air of peace about her. The Ba'ku had met several Bajorans in his career and found that many fell into one of two types...there was the passionate fighter who experienced the constant displacement and persecution under Cardassian occupation. They were often skeptical, fierce, and resolved.<br><br>The other type were more grounded and spiritual. Many connected closely with the Bajoran faith. Their attributes were contemplative, quiet, and welcoming.<br><br>Airik had a gut feeling Jeela was the latter, but to categorize an individual, or an entire people, into two types was a bit preposterous. "I'm sure there will be some on the crew that will seek your counsel and support..."<br><br>He was about to continue when the door alerted him to another presence. With the crew on shore leave, the Captain had discovered many came to him with questions and concerns about the ship. He didn't mind it, in fact, Airik appreciated that the crew felt he could be approached. This was not a rigid war vessel, but a vessel of science and it required different leadership.<br><br>"Come." Airik said, looking to the door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 06:20:09</strong>
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				The door to the captain's Ready Room slid open and Maze took the couple of steps forward to fully enter the room. He was ready to announce himself formally and request permission to board as was customary, but he stopped when he saw the captain speaking to another officer.<br><br>"Oh, I'm sorry, captain. I didn't realize I was interrupting anything. I just came to report for duty, but I can come back later...?"<br><br>He left the question hang, unsure of whether he should stay and meet another officer, or come back when the captain was finished with her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 19:20:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Airik stood from the couch in his Ready Room to greet the new officer. Centuries of study honed his memory skills and he recognized the stranger as the new Science Officer, Lieutenant Mazon Perim. The unjoined Trill would be the first on the ship. The Trill weren’t uncommon in the Federation, but there weren’t that many in Starfleet.<br><br>“Lieutenant Perim, no, please come in. Welcome aboard the McNair.” Airik did the customary handshake greeting, repeating what he just did with the Bajoran Counselor. “Counselor, please meet Lieutenant Perim a new addition to the McNair, like you.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 04:40:50</strong>
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				Maze noted the captain's comfortable, easygoing manner. He wondered if all of the members of his race - the Ba'ku, if he remembered correctly - were like that. Then he also remembered that it was a very dangerous thing to generalize species like that. He knew that all Trill sure weren't the same, and the joining had nothing to do with that. He also noted the Bajoran woman seated next to him. He had known a Bajoran back at the Academy, but hadn't had much of an opportunity to spend any time with him. He'd heard that they were a deeply passionate and spiritual people, and he respected their beliefs.<br><br>"Thank you, captain." He accepted the handshake, returning it with a firm grip and a warm smile of his own. "Counselor? I understood there was to be some rotation in the senior staff. Are you the new chief counselor?" He addressed the woman once he let go of the captain's hand.<br><br>Both the captain and the counselor were remarkably attractive. He knew he shouldn't even be thinking anything along those lines, but it was simple fact. He doubted that anything would come of either relationship beyond the professional, but it was still nice to know that he would be working alongside people that were pleasant to look at. He hadn't had a serious relationship since he'd left the Trill homeworld, in fact. The Academy hadn't left him much time for it, and no one aboard the <em>Da Vinci</em> was a good match. Who knows? Maybe this tour would be different.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 07:37:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Though Jeela was not one to be emphatic like a Betazoid, she was a very good judge of character in people.&nbsp; With Maze, she seemed to him that he was one that was professional but could be seeking something a little more personal.&nbsp; She heard Maze's question and let out a soft smile while adressing him back.&nbsp; "Yes, I just came on board today.&nbsp; I am still learning about all of the crew and what they are like."&nbsp; She admitted while not feeling any bashfulness in her voice.&nbsp; "I have not seen a report on you yet.&nbsp; I would imagine that you had just came on board as well?"&nbsp; She asked while hoping to get to know as much of the crew as she could beyond the files that she had seen before coming on board the ship.<br><br>Though Maze was a very attractive Trill man, he just was not Jeela's type to venture into anything further than a friendship.&nbsp; She was having a very good feeling that if they were to ever get into a very serious or a fun conversation that she would greatly enjoy it.&nbsp; Maybe Maze would be a very fun person to be associated with if she were to ever let herself loose just a little bit.&nbsp; Only the future would say if that would be the case as she looked back at the Captain and smiled softly.&nbsp; This look towards her Captains and "Number Ones" was her unspoken way of letting someone in charge know that they could carry on the conversation and be the leader in many ways.&nbsp; She had a feeling that she would have to explain this to Ariik later on but for now, she was a little excited to see how Airik would perceive those unspoken words.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 00:08:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Maze nodded to the Bajoran woman. "Yes, I beamed on board only a few minutes ago. Just a brief stop by my quarters to make sure everything was in order, then I came straight here to report in. I'm quite pleased to meet you, Counselor, although I hope you'll not take it in the wrong way if I say that I hope I don't need to see you too often. Professionally, that is." He laughed to indicate that he was joking, just in case it wasn't obvious enough. He knew that Bajorans were famous for being a very passionate people, and he didn't want to offend a member of the senior staff in his first hour on board.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 04:19:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Airik noticed the friendly exchange and was hopeful. The crew had been so much they needed to rebuild relationships with new members as well as process changed relationships after the last Mission. “We only have a skeletal crew on the ship currently. Most are enjoying the planet below.” The Commanding Officer added.<br><br>“I imagine you both have had quarters assigned.” He wasn’t sure if the new crew arrived to do that, it might have fallen to the First Officer. “And Lieutenant Perim, I imagine you’ll want to meet the Chief Science Officer.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 01:21:04</strong>
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				Maze nodded. "Yes, sir. At his convenience, of course. I understand he's planetside at the moment, and I'd not want to interrupt his R&amp;R."<br><br>He had looked up Commander Osiel before coming on board, of course. He wanted to know everything he could about the man that would be heading up his department. He was a little surprised to find that he was Risian, but on reflection, he felt a little ashamed at that. Obviously not everyone from that planet was only interested in leisure - that was just stereotyping. And he had certainly had enough of stereotyping of his own. There were more times than he cared to remember during his time at the academy when people had assumed he was joined and asked him all kinds of questions about his symbiont.<br><br>But the Risian Lieutenant Commander had a solid reputation, and Maze looked forward to working with him and getting to know him better. He was Chief Science Officer, after all, so he must know what he's doing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 18:58:14</strong>
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				Airik nodded. "We have an excellent crew of scientists and I'm glad you're joining the team." He said honestly. Because of the small size of the McNair's crew, the Captain interacted regularly with most of them. Sure, they had their issues, but every ship had them. It was mostly personality and little things that could be worked out.<br><br>"We're taking on several new crew members and I hope that you both will come to me if you have any questions or concerns." He smiled warmly. Airik often thought if being Commanding Officer was the right position for him. It was the primary reason he chose MacReady for his First Officer. They were definitely dichotomies in their philosophies.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 03:48:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/startrek/mitchell2.jpg?t=1284490227)</div> Captain Airik Mitchell read the communiqué carefully, and then read it again. The USS McNair was classified as a science vessel, assigned a clear purpose. However, with the recent wars including the Dominion and the borg, ships were often called into action based on their proximity to a need. For example, in an emergency the McNair would serve on the battlefield. Or, as in the case of the ship’s next assignment, a diplomatic mission.<br><br>Angosia III applied for entry into the Federation. According to the USS Enterprise, all progressed well. They possessed a unified planet-wide government. Scientists passed warp capability. The planet existed in peace. Further investigation by the Enterprise crew found a number of discrepancies in the Angosian application. Primary in the recommendation was the frightening realization that the Angosian government covered up a horrible secret. During the Tarsian War the government recruited soldiers to undergo severe bio-chemical and psychological reprogramming. In essence they created the super soldier. <br><br>These soldiers were physically superior to most humanoid species. They could alter their bodies to prevent transport. Their body was in continuous flux making sensor location nearly impossible. They had super-human healing abilities. They were psychologically trained to follow orders without question. Once the war ended, the trauma experienced could not be erased. The soldiers could not reintegrate back into society and instead of being called heroes they were labeled prisoners of war. Most were sent to live out their lives in a penal colony on one of Angosia’s orbiting moons.<br><br>No ship probably understood the situation better than the McNair. Even more so, the Chief Security Officer. Lieutenant Vergil Tosh was Angosian. He was the direct beneficiary of the Angosian society. The thought worried Airik. The Ba’ku wondered how he would feel if he found himself in a similar position. What if he found himself sent on a mission to the Briar Patch similarly to how the Enterprise years prior? In their short time together, Airik found Lieutenant Tosh to be most professional. Perhaps he would ask the counselor to check in with him, just to be sure.<br><br>=/\= Computer, assemble the senior officers in three hours in the observation lounge. =/\=<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 16:43:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Ensign Nella De'Lon - reporting aboard</strong><br><br>Running her hands down the front of her uniform Nella glanced at her reflection in the turbolift as she made her way to the bridge.&nbsp; She had literally arrived on board five minutes earlier, her belongings had been sent to her quarters and she was on her way to report into the CO.<br><br>She wasn't a Senior member of staff, she wasn't compulsory for her to report into the CO, but she had been told by numerous instructors at the Academy that on her first assignment she should report in, do it properly, begin her career in the way she intended it to go on.&nbsp; And now she was zipping her way to the bridge, hoping she wasn't about to start her career by making a fool of herself.&nbsp; <br><br>The turbo lift stopped and she stepped out, glancing around the bridge as she nodded at some security officers.&nbsp; Taking a deep steadying breath she pressed the chime on the door to the Ready Room.&nbsp; The Orion doctor waited, nervous anticipation rippling through her body.&nbsp; She hoped this was the right thing to do.&nbsp; Maybe she should have reported to the CMO first.&nbsp; <br><br>Well too late now, she had pressed the chime, people had seen her, she couldn't run off.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was an Officer, she was&nbsp; Doctor.&nbsp; She had to do this.&nbsp; Even if it was wrong...<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 01:38:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Captain Mitchell, Counselor and ACMO immediately prior to the mission briefing</strong><br><br>Captain Airik Mitchell met several of the new crew. It was good to have a full complement on board, it gave then renewed purpose and refreshing energy to move onto their next assignments. Immediately prior to the senior staff meeting in the observation lounge he contacted the Counselor to speak with her about his concerns regarding Lieutenant Tosh.<br><br>“Counselor, I would like you to check in with the Chief Security Officer regarding his comfort with the upcoming mission.” Airik said as he sat on the couch off to the side in his ready room. “We’ll be returning to his home planet and with that might come some difficult decisions.” Airik was about to add more when the computer alerted him to a presence at his door.<br><br>He looked back to the Counselor and smiled. “I do believe we won’t be able to have a conversation without interruption.” Airik smiled. “Enter.”<br><br>The door opened and in stepped a medical officer. Airik recognized the Orion as the new Assistant Chief Medical Officer. There weren’t many Orions in Starfleet and none on the ship. “Dr. De’Lon, welcome to the McNair!” Airik arose and extended his hand. He noted the other officer in the room. “This is our Counselor, Lieutenant Jeela Lurae.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 16:33:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jeela was still sitting on the couch finally having a feeling that she was going to be alone with the Captain to try to find out more about the crew of the ship, especially about Lieutenant Tosh.&nbsp; She had the feeling that this matter was urgent and wanted to know as much about him as possible.&nbsp; She was starting to feel a little happy that she could finally get a chance to talk but with all good things, there was always going to be an interruption.&nbsp; "I will be happy to do so, Captain.&nbsp; I will check in with him the first chance..."&nbsp; She was just about to finish her sentence when the door chime sound came through the door.<br><br>Jeela had let out a soft nod as the door opened and the Orion Ensign had entered the door.&nbsp; At first glace, Jeela could not believe her eyes.&nbsp; She had never met an Orion woman before and she tried as hard as she could to keep her emotions inside of her.&nbsp; <em>She is so beautiful.&nbsp; Gods... I can not believe that beauty could be so divine like this sight that I see.</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself as the Captain introduced Della to Jeela.&nbsp; "It... It... It is a pl... pleasure to meet you, Doc... Doctor."&nbsp; She stuttered while standing up and reaching out to shake Della's hand.&nbsp; She hoped that her own emotions would not be the downfall for her.&nbsp; "I... I... hope that your.... stay aboard the ship will be an excit... uhh... a good one."&nbsp; She corrected herself, knowing that she was failing to keep her emotions in check.&nbsp; There were no pheromones around to suggest anything sexual happening to her but with Jeela's own perference, there would not need to be any pheromones to let her emotions out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 00:27:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Doctor Nella De'Lon </strong><br><br>Stepping into the room Nella took in the two occupants.&nbsp; Her attention went to the Captain.&nbsp; <br><br>Nella smiled warmly at the Captain, accepting his hand and shaking it firmly.&nbsp; "Thank you Captain, it is an honour to serve upon such a ship and with such an esteemed Captain" she said softly, her voice faintly exotic.&nbsp; She turned her eyes to the other person in the room.<br><br>"Lieutenant" she breathed, her voice husky, sexy and sincere.&nbsp; Quite a combination in one word.&nbsp; "Its a pleasure to meet you" she said softly, dipping her gaze briefly before returning it to the Bajoran woman.&nbsp; Nella knew some races were nervous around Orions, they had quite a reputation.&nbsp; She felt a slight blush color her cheeks as she shook the Counsellor's hand, a jolt of electricity snaking up her arm as the two touched.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 03:50:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Captain, Counselor and ACMO Meet-N-Greet<strong><br><br>Captain Mitchell watched the two women greet one another. There seemed to be a momentary awkwardness, perhaps attributed to meeting someone new in a new environment. Airik dismissed it. “We’re finally getting back to our full crew complement.” He smiled. The McNair was a small science vessel and it was crucial that the few offers they had worked together well.<br><br>“Doctor, you’re welcome to join us in the Observation Lounge for the staff briefing. You’ll have an opportunity to meet the senior officers.” Airik motioned to the door.<br></strong></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 04:10:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Captain, Counselor and ACMO Meet-N-Greet</strong><br><br>Jeela could also feel the jolt of electricity in her own hand as she let out a slight yelp in her reaction.&nbsp; She was not quite expecting that jolt to come out but for now, she was glad that it regained her focus to the task at hand.<br><br>Hearing the Captain speaking to Deela and motioning both women to the door, Jeela had given a slight glance back and a soft smile towards Della.&nbsp; She had a feeling that this was the start of a wonderful friendship as Jeela moved outside of the door, Waiting for her commanding officer and the new Doctor to join her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 08:39:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Nella with the CO and Counsellor</strong><br><br>Nella gave Lieutenant Jeela a shy smile as the Captain spoke.&nbsp; She nodded her head briefly, feeling a slight apprehension in her belly.&nbsp; Meeting the Senior staff already?&nbsp; She took a breath and waited for the other two to move forward.<br><br>"Thank you Captain" she said softly, looking forward to her time on the McNair, wondering where this journey would take her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 02:28:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				From the Observation Lounge Airik Mitchell walked through the bridge. “Helm, plot a course for Angosia III, warp 5.” He gave the instructions and quickly made his way to the Ready Room, followed by the Counselor and Intelligence Officer.<br><br>Captain Mitchell sat at his desk while Counselor Jeela Lurae and Intelligence Officer Richard Thompson sat across from him. “I only know what’s been sent via the Enterprise records and what we have on file on Angosia III.” Airik started the Away Team briefly. We’re scheduled to meet with Angosian Prime Minister Alon Sattee and Angosian Senate President Varen Ilix. There isn’t much on either of them. We do know that the Senate President is leery of Angosia joining the Federation.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 03:29:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jeela had taken a seat to the left of the Captain as he had started the briefing for the away team.&nbsp; Already, questions were starting to coome to her mind as she nodded her head softly to the Captain's first comment.&nbsp; With the second comment, she knew that she would have to do some research just by impressions when she was going to meet them with the Captain.&nbsp; One big question did come to her mind and she had a feeling that this was the most burning question of all at the time.<br><br>"Why is that, Captain?&nbsp; Is there something the Senate President is trying to hide or..."&nbsp; She decided to go at another angle in her questioning.&nbsp; "Or is his prejudiced against the former soldiers?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 02:35:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Airik Mitchell considered the ‘rumor’ he received during his briefing from Admiral Holland. “I’m not sure it’s that blatant, or at least it isn’t overtly known. I get the feeling that it could be a number of things. Perhaps he doesn’t believe in the concept of the Federation. Or he might still be upset that Angosia was denied entrance initially. He might be a xenophobe. I hope that we will be able to get at the core of his issue and find a way to resolve it or at least sway a larger number of people that the Federation is for the most part a good thing.” He smiled lightly.<br><br>“I’m sure you’re both well trained in diplomatic protocol, but I’m afraid we’re going to be the Team that gets the pomp and circumstance.” Airik sighed. “I’ll attempt to deflect as much of the media and Starfleet duties, while you function as real eyes and ears.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 04:47:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard was knee deep into a migraine which meant that the aspirin had obviously more than failed in doing its duty in making him feel better so he came into the room with the Captain with his attention more or less split between the fact that he was in pain and listening to the Captain, he of course did his best to hide his discomfort since he was skilled at hiding his emotions and such. But it was not drifting into this though since all it was taking was just a little bit of the lights above to make him wince and then sound was like taking a sledge hammer to his head with each passing moment. But he was going to stick it out through at least the briefing since he was a required officer on this kind of mission.<br><br>"Captain, I know that you would like to take the media and such but I feel that I should since I am the one officer most likely tied into the Federation so you and the other crew member...can better do your duty I will take on the headache of dealing with such things." Richard was straining just a little bit during his little request to the captain but he was somehow able to maintain his composure throughout it to hopefully be convincing enough for the Captain.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Ready Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 23:25:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Airik considered Lieutenant Thompson. "Yes, Lieutenant, that would be helpful." Airik never enjoyed dealing with media. He had a very calm personality and it went well with the onslaught of questions, but to him it was a necessary evil. If Richard was willing to take the brunt of the interviews, it would leave Airik and the Counselor to have deeper discussions off camera.<br><br>"I think our team will have our work cut out for us." Airik added with a smile.
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