USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations
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				Title: <strong>USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 02:57:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div>Day 1 - Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor - Bridge - 0930 Hours<br><br>Captain's Log, Stardate 38235.3<br><br>"I have been the Captain of the Phoenix for five months now.&nbsp; The crew is starting to settle in to my command and I believe that they are operating effectively.&nbsp; To date, all of our missions have been fairly routine and scientific in nature.&nbsp; While this may make the science, especially astronomical department very happy, I am beginning to sense a bit of restlessness.&nbsp; It is my hope that Starfleet will assign us a new mission that will be test my crew's resolve and shake us from the current malaise.&nbsp; End log."<br><br>The captain sat in her chair, her long red locks flowing over her red uniform.&nbsp; By now, it had become widely known that O'Connor preferred this uniform to any others.&nbsp; She never overtly told anyone in the crew that she preferred them to wear the same uniform but the squint-eyed, narrow views that she took at those who wore the older uniforms more than communicated her distaste.<br><br>Her green eyes scanned the bridge.&nbsp; Everyone was working and things appeared to be in order.&nbsp; She knew that her yeoman would be appearing at 1200 hours with some PADD that would require her attention but for now, she enjoyed looking out at the view screen and into the depths of space.&nbsp; <em>What mysteries await us?&nbsp; Give us an exploratory mission.&nbsp; No more measuring of stars or looking at measured anomalies that have been measured before.&nbsp; Come on, StarFleet, let us do something!</em><br><br>As if some God was listening, her communications officer said, "Incoming message from StarFleet Command."<br><br>O'Connor's eyes beamed as she hastily called out, "Put it through."&nbsp; The viewscreen came on and Admiral Jacoway appeared on the screen.&nbsp; His ageless mulatto face and soft brown eyes did not convey any hint of the message to come.&nbsp; "Captain O'Connor, have you been following the events on Obi VI?"<br><br>O'Connor answered, "We have been involved in scientific studies at the Bringloid star system."<br><br>Admiral Jacoway's facial expression did not change in the least.&nbsp; "A mysterious plague has struck Obi VI.&nbsp; The leading doctor on this case, Doctor Susan Nuress needs to be transported there to continue her work in developing a cure.&nbsp; We need you to come to Starbase 9 and take her to Obi VI with all due haste."<br><br>O'Connor's small smile faded into some sort of neutral mask.&nbsp; "Understood, Admiral.&nbsp; We will set our course for Starbase 9 immediately."<br><br>Admiral Jacoway nodded shortly and said, "Thank you, Captain O'Connor.&nbsp; The lives of millions are depending upon you.&nbsp; Jacoway out."<br><br>As soon as the view screen went back to stars, O'Connor commanded, "Set course for Starbase 9, warp factor 6."&nbsp; To any that dared to get close to her, they might have heard her mutter as she started to turn slightly pink, "God damn, glorified shuttlecraft.&nbsp; When will we get some real action?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 04:03:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/13431d5efcebcc887d827079efd6f14a/tumblr_midmpmJE7E1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:45 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Gymnasium</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>No one</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Moving Mass</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Iron born from a fusion reaction inside a star that exploded and made baby Earth moved smoothly up and down in the ship's artificial gravity field.&nbsp; There were more modern ways to keep muscles toned and build them up, but Sofie always preferred the honest, primal method of lifting weights.&nbsp; It was like the way she preferred her food; as close to natural and uncooked as possible.&nbsp; It was just better for the body, more natural and healthy.&nbsp; And it tasted better, like something that had been raised and felt the sun and wind instead of grown in a gigantic vat or industrial greenhouse full of mysteriously blue and eye-watering smelling liquid.&nbsp; Oh, she'd eat rations and shipboard food and anything that was available in its absence, but a reconstituted carrot never had the same snap as one just hours out of the ground.&nbsp; <br><br>Sofie was without the benefit of a spotter.&nbsp; It was a little dangerous, but as she wasn't lifting anything near her maximum, going for repetitions instead of burn out, she felt reasonably safe.&nbsp; Breathing in perfect rhythm with the motion of the bar and weights, Sofie worked through a set of fifteen like a machine.&nbsp; Each lift took precisely the same amount of time, used precisely the same form, descended to just kiss her skin before being hoisted up again.&nbsp; At the top of the last rep, Sofie hesitated, holding the bar until her arms just started to tremble then let it down into the supports on the bench.&nbsp; Smooth muscles in her abdomen flexed and pulled her up into a sitting position.&nbsp; Sofie sat at the end of the bench, breathing slowly to cool down, then stood up and wiped the equipment down before wrestling the heavy iron plates off and putting them neatly on the rack.<br><br>On her way to the next set up, Sofie noticed another crew member working without a spotter.&nbsp; This one though was not doing it safely and was near exhaustion.&nbsp; His bar was wobbling, already off balance, and he was struggling to lift it back level.&nbsp; Two quick steps brought her to the front of his bench and she put her left hand in the middle of the bar then lifted and twisted, the cords in her wrist stood out as she brought it back level then guided it into the rest.&nbsp; "Be careful," she warned, voice a husky alto.&nbsp; "Use a spotter next time."<br><br>The man nodded, sweating and a little shaken.&nbsp; "Thank you.&nbsp; I just wanted to push myself a little bit and there wasn't anyone to ask when I started.&nbsp; And you didn't use one either," he pointed out.<br><br>Sofie just looked at him and didn't reply.&nbsp; There wasn't anything to say in her mind, and so she didn't say anything.&nbsp; Sofie wasn't trying to intimidate him, she was just being Sofie.&nbsp; After a moments awkwardness, the man got up from the bench and went to one of the cardio stations.&nbsp; One that conveniently put his back to her.&nbsp; The whine of the motorized endless belt began then his feet started slapping against it.&nbsp; <br><br>The tall blonde moved to the inclined bench and hooked her feet in then started doing situps.&nbsp; It would be time to go on duty soon, and she wanted the energy release of a workout before standing a post or making rounds or doing any of a dozen different things required of Security.&nbsp; Some days they were glorified guards.&nbsp; Others they had tactical exercises or team movement ones, or damage control or were just generally presences aboard the ship.&nbsp; It was fairly light and majorly boring duty.&nbsp; Perhaps they'd be given something to do planetside soon.&nbsp; Sofie missed the outdoors, missed the feel of open sky and air that hadn't been breathed in and out a dozen times already.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 04:42:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i633.photobucket.com/albums/uu52/cali_angel717/MairaSnowpaw.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:47 Hours</strong><br>Character name: Ensign Maira Snowpaw<br>Location: F Deck - Gymnasium<br>With: Sofie (eventually)<br>Doing: Working out<br>Tagging: Sofie<br><br>The first months on the Phoenix were boring to Maira to say the least.&nbsp; Yes there were many missions for the Science department and she did say her peace when the time required but she felt like she was left out because of her scientific expertise in Biology.&nbsp; Many times she would have stayed in her quarters and work out on her own but now, she was talking with her "animal" spirits that seemed to encourage her to get out and be more visible.&nbsp; Her Lion spirit was the one that suggested it and when Maira heard her pleas to get out and take charge of her own life, maira started to listen.&nbsp; Her Snake spirit wanted Maira to slither away and be by herself but enough was enough.&nbsp; She kept to herself for too long as she finally decided to go out into the open while she was off duty.<br><br>Walking towards the gym, there was the familiar speaking to herself as if she was talking to someone else.&nbsp; "What if people think I am a freak?"&nbsp; She asked to no one at all.&nbsp; There was a short pause as she listened to her spirits... mainly the Lion spirit as she nodded softly.&nbsp; "You're right, Leona.&nbsp; I have show people that I am out and willing to be sociable."&nbsp; She paused for just a second as she stopped in her tracks, listening to her Snake spirit talking to her.&nbsp; "Mryss!&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Not today, I am not going to listen to you now!"&nbsp; She exclaimed, seeing some other crew members looking at Maira as if she was either weird or scared of her.&nbsp; She heard her snake spirit wanting her to head back to her quarters and hide once again.&nbsp; "I am listening to Leona and there is not a damned thing that you can do about it, Mryss."&nbsp; She exclaimed as she entered the turbolift and headed to Deck F.<br><br>It was a short walk to the Gym as she stopped in her tracks once again, hearing her snake spirit speaking inside of her mind once again.&nbsp; "NO!&nbsp; I told you, Myrss... I am going to the gym and that is that!"&nbsp; She exclaimed as she let out a soft sigh and entered the gym.&nbsp; inside, she let out a wide smile as she saw the one thing that caught her eye... the punching bag near the middle of the room.&nbsp; "You were right, Leona, this is much better than being alone."&nbsp; She smiled as she was in her workout clothes.&nbsp; Heading straight to the bag, she started to punch it almost like a boxer as she heard one more spirit talking to her.&nbsp; "Yes Alura, This is happiness.&nbsp; I am flying high now."&nbsp; She spoke as she responded to her Eagle spirit as if she responded to a question about if she was flying high in the clouds.<br><br>She took a few more punches on the bag before she took a small break.&nbsp; 'That was good, Alura.&nbsp; Thank you for suggesting that to me."&nbsp; She spoke to no one in concern as she made her way to the barbell set.&nbsp; Setting herself under the set, she took off a few of the dumbbells to adjust to what she could lift.&nbsp; Granted that it was not a lot of weight but she started to lay down on the table and lift her weights.&nbsp; 'Yes... Leona... You are... giving me... strength."&nbsp; She spoke with the first few lifts as she noticed out of the corner of her eye a very tall woman doing some situps.&nbsp; Taking a couple of more lifts, she heard more voices in her head as she let out a small smile.&nbsp; "Alura, you are an angel.&nbsp; I will do just that."&nbsp; She exclaimed as she listened to her eale spirit's advice and started to move over to the tall woman.&nbsp; "May I hold your feet, it will be a better workout for you with more resistance."&nbsp; She suggested as she stood in front of Sofie who seemed to have her feet dangling during her situps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 04:42:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.eftekasat.net/pmg/pix_edadasastew/3841/Jewel_Staite_-_Glenn_Campbell_Photoshoot_011.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 0930 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Lt. Commander Caitlin Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Main Engineering</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Engineering Staff</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Captain O'Conner</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br>Caitlin sat at her desk filling out paperwork.&nbsp; It seemed odd that it was still called paperwork even though it was all digital.&nbsp; Up on the wall were several status screens showing that everything was green across the board and that made her happy.&nbsp; So long as her ship was happy....she was happy.&nbsp; Things had been quiet since she'd come aboard the Phoenix.&nbsp; But that wasn't entirely bad.&nbsp; She'd spent quite a bit of time planet-bound building starships rather than flying around in them and it was nice to be able to ease back into being in deep space.&nbsp; Especially since this was her first Chief Engineer's Post.&nbsp; She'd managed plenty of people on Mars, but this was different.&nbsp; Lives were on the line and she was in charge of all of the equipment that kept everyone alive and functioning.&nbsp; Looking out through the window into Main Engineering, she watched as her people moved around, going about their assigned duties.&nbsp; <br><br>It was about then that she felt the vibrations in the deck plating change slightly.&nbsp; The thrum from the matter/anti-matter reaction assembly increased in frequency.&nbsp; A glance at the status screen told her that the helm had called for an increase to Warp 6.&nbsp; Caitlin stood and walked out into the engineering space.&nbsp; "Ok People....look alive.&nbsp; We're increasing to Warp 6.&nbsp; Captain must want to get somewhere in a hurry.&nbsp; If anyone needs me...I'll be up on the bridge.&nbsp; Lieutenant Jennings!&nbsp; You're up!"<br><br>There was a slightly muffled "Aye, Sir!" from somewhere in the depths of the engineering and Wade headed for the Turbolift. <br><br>A few minutes later, the lift spat her out on the bridge and she moved over to the Bridge Engineering Station to monitor things.&nbsp; "So Captain...where are we off to in such a hurry this morning?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 05:02:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/13431d5efcebcc887d827079efd6f14a/tumblr_midmpmJE7E1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:45 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Gymnasium</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Ensign Maira Snowpaw &amp; invisble Friends</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working Out or Working It?</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Ens. Snowpar &amp; Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Sofie had been bending forward to tighten the straps when the diminutive brown-haired woman came over and asked to assist.&nbsp; Snowpaw had been an entire set of classes ahead of Sofie at the Academy, so Sofie didn't know her.&nbsp; She also had not run into Snowpaw officially and hadn't been to enough junior officer social functions to recognize who she was.&nbsp; &nbsp;A mere nod signaled Sofie's assent and she waited, hands on her knees and torso clear of the board while Snowpaw settled herself into place.&nbsp; Honestly, Sofie wasn't sure the slight woman had enough mass or strength to be of any real assistance, but if she did that would make up for the troublesome straps.<br><br>She had a pretty face, almost elfin in appearance.&nbsp; Sofie wondered if she was pure strain human like herself or a mix between humans and some other extraterrestrial race.&nbsp; There were more and more of those every year and often the results were individuals who possessed startling beauty.&nbsp; Snowpaw certainly had that, even with the slight blemish of the beauty mark.&nbsp; And she had a kind demeanor, as if radiating some inner energy.&nbsp; Wherease Sofie was often said to possess the expression of a human wall.&nbsp; When Sofie was sure Snowpaw was ready, she nodded again the lowered her body and began the exercise.<br><br>Ten.&nbsp; Twenty.&nbsp; Fifty at a steady pace.&nbsp; Then Sofie, assured that Snowpaw could handle it, took a deep breath and began to put maximum effort into them, moving as quickly as possible.&nbsp; Her back barely touched the board each time before she threw it into motion upwards.&nbsp; A double dozen passed in a blur, then another and another until somewhere around one hundred she felt her muscles just give out and almost cramp.&nbsp; A deep exhale came and Sofie closed her eyes, resting limp on the board as the pain in her belly spiked then began to turn into a delicious burn.&nbsp; From time to time a muscle involuntarily trembled.<br><br>The tall woman rolled off the board and wiped it down then looked at Snowpaw and motioned for Maira to take her own place on it.&nbsp; "Thank you," she said.&nbsp; "Your turn."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 05:17:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 0930 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Bridge</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Bridge Staff/Lieutenant Commander Caitlin Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Lt. Commander Caitlin Wade</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>The Captain got out of her chair, the pinkness still readily visible on her face.&nbsp; She was a bit surprised to see the Chief Engineer on her bridge.&nbsp; The woman seemed to be much happier talking to her computers and the warp core than she ever did with people.&nbsp; Clearly, the change in routine was somewhat startling to her.<br><br>Carefully eyeing the Commander, wondering at whether her sudden choice to be social was because of a problem or the change in speed, the Captain complained, "We are going to play shuttlecraft to some high and mighty doctor.&nbsp; We have to pick her up at Starbase 9 and deliver her to Obi VI.&nbsp; Must not be another starship in the area."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 05:19:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i633.photobucket.com/albums/uu52/cali_angel717/MairaSnowpaw.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:48 Hours</strong><br>Character name: Ensign Maira Snowpaw<br>Location: F Deck - Gymnasium<br>With: Sofie <br>Doing: Working out<br>Tagging: Sofie<br><br>Maira was very happy to be able to help spot this amazonian woman.&nbsp; Her thoughts were going wild as she was wondering if this woman was an offshoot of some alien race that lead her to be so tall.&nbsp; Seeing this woman do situps at an alarming pace, she could see the abs of this woman tightening up and releasing with each rep.&nbsp; The reps seemed to be like a natural movement to Maira as she held the woman's feet and smiled even wider.&nbsp; She knew now that with more resistance, this woman would be able to enjoy her workout and get the best of it at the same time.<br><br>"Yes, you are right, Leona.&nbsp; She needs this."&nbsp; She spoke to herself as she listened to her Lion spirit once gain.&nbsp; Focusing back on the amazonian woman, she started to try to inspire her even more.&nbsp; "Five more!&nbsp; You can do it!"&nbsp; She exclaimed as the woman hit her 45th rep.&nbsp; Once the woman hit her 50th rep, she smiled widely.&nbsp; "Bravo.. and you are very welcome."&nbsp; She smiled as she turned around and laid back down on the pad.&nbsp; putting her hands on the back of her head, she felt the amazonian woman's hands on her feet as she started to do a few rep.&nbsp; She was not as strong as the other woman as she started to slow down after 20 reps.&nbsp; "No, Myrss.&nbsp; I can do it!"&nbsp; she responded to her snake spirit as if it was telling her to stop.&nbsp; Trying two more reps, she started to struggle after the third rep.&nbsp; "Give me... strength... Leona!"&nbsp; She shouted as she miraculously pulled off seven more reps after talking to her Lion spirit.<br><br>By now, not even her animal spirits could get her to do any more situps as she flopped on the mat, breathing heavily as her arms sprawled outwards from her.&nbsp; "Thanks you for... spotting me.&nbsp; Leona really appreciates that too." She responded, knowing that the questions would come from the Amazon woman as she looked up at her.&nbsp; "I have seen you around the hallways and... you are hard to miss.&nbsp; May I ask what you name is?"&nbsp; She asked as she took a very small break from her workout.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 05:35:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/13431d5efcebcc887d827079efd6f14a/tumblr_midmpmJE7E1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:45 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Gymnasium</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Ensign Maira Snowpaw &amp; invisble Friends</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working Out or Working It?</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Ens. Snowpar &amp; Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Leona?&nbsp; Myrss?&nbsp; Who was Maira talking to?&nbsp; Sofie's face showed puzzlement as the smaller woman worked out, then she let go of it and concentrated on watching her form.&nbsp; Maira wasn't bad, not at all.&nbsp; There was a little bit of a twist from her strong side but it was barely noticeable.&nbsp; And she pushed herself beyond what her mind said her body could do.&nbsp; That was impressive, especially given how little she was.<br><br>Sofie did frown when Maira just flopped down and lay there when she was done.&nbsp; Shaking her head, she bent and grabbed one of Maira's hands in her own, then undid the straps holding the woman's feet to the top of the board.&nbsp; Effortlessly she swapped Maira end for end, letting gravity do most of the work, and slid her hand up to the small of Maira's back to steady her once Maira's feet were on the ground.<br><br>"Turn around," she said and used a hand on Maira's shoulders to start the movement.&nbsp; Sofie's fingers probed the muscles along either side of the woman's back, pushing and stroking and taking out some tension that fatigue had built up.&nbsp; The tall blonde's hand were warm, slightly rough, and knew exactly where to touch.&nbsp; Once, to get a good push, her fingertips settled on the edges of Maira's tummy before Sofie's thumbs pushed in deep to release some knots.<br><br>"Ensign Doortje," Sofia finally answered, not giving her first name.&nbsp; When she was done, the flat of her hand smacked lightly into Maria's buttocks as Sofie stepped back.&nbsp; "Done."&nbsp; It was the same smack she'd give any other athlete on her team, male or female, and Sofie didn't think anything of it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 05:40:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/7698598-young-handsome-male-model-smiling_zpsfd7aa5b2.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:49 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td></tr></tbody></table>Lieutenant Junior Grade Grady Porter<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Gymnasium</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje and Ensign Maira Snowpaw</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working Out</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje and Ensign Maira Snowpaw</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>"Sure," the man who Sofie had helped out earlier.&nbsp; He stood six feet two inches tall and had his brunette hair cut short.&nbsp; He offered his hand to the ladies.&nbsp; "Name's Grady Porter."&nbsp; <br><br>Turning to Sofie he said, "Thanks for the help earlier.&nbsp; I appreciated it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 05:54:25</strong>
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				Feeling her entire body being swapped end for end, Maira felt a very swift head rush as she was flipped over and eventually led onto the ground as gentle as a polar bear tending to her cub.&nbsp; &nbsp;Turning around, She felt Sofie rubbing her muscles as if to ease the tensions inside of them.&nbsp; She never felt anything like this before after a workout and it felt very soothing.&nbsp; though slightly rough at times.&nbsp; Eventually feeling Sofie's fingers onto her stomach, she let out a loud sigh of relief as this spot was the worst spot for her to get rid of all of the tensions inside of her.<br><br>Eventually, she felt the small smack on her butt as she let out a small "Oww!" at the end.&nbsp; Stalling for a second, she heard Myrss speaking to her once again asking her if Sofie just did what her animal spirit did.&nbsp; 'Yes, Myrss, she did."&nbsp; She answered as she turned around and heard the word of "Done."&nbsp; Taking a small breath to recompose herself, she smiled as she heard Sofie's last name as she started to feel relaxed.&nbsp; "I'm Ensign Snowpaw... Science department."&nbsp; She reached out with her hand as she then realized that she had to admit one more thing.&nbsp; "The...how do I say it... oh I'll just say it."&nbsp; She admitted as she explained things a little more&nbsp; "The spirits that I was talking to are Leona and Myrss... they are my animal spirits that guide me in my life.&nbsp; I have more of them but they tend to be... very quiet."&nbsp; She explained as she could see that Sofie could possibly be more confused by the second.<br><br>"I am Native American... From the Alletiq tribe that is based in what used to be Alaska.&nbsp; &nbsp;Part of my heritage and my upbringing give me animal spirits that guide me.&nbsp; Most of my people keep their thoughts about what their spirits tell them but... I am an exception as... I speak what is on my mind, even if when my spirits are talking to me.&nbsp; I am not crazy at all... I am just... unique.&nbsp; Can you forgive a very unique woman from speaking her mind?"&nbsp; She asked as she shuddered for a bit, feeling like she spoke her mind too much and gave too much information about her now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 14:25:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/13431d5efcebcc887d827079efd6f14a/tumblr_midmpmJE7E1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:45 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Gymnasium</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Ensign Maira Snowpaw &amp; invisble Friends</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working Out or Working It?</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Ens. Snowpar &amp; Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>"Doortje," she said to Porter.&nbsp; "Ensign.&nbsp; Security."&nbsp; Staccato answers seemed to be her preferred method of communication.&nbsp; When she took his hand, Sofie made sure to make her grip deep in case he wanted to play that game.&nbsp; A lot of men did, especially those shorter than her.&nbsp; They felt like they had to prove they were stronger.&nbsp; Really, a lot of them were.&nbsp; Men just carried more muscle mass and used it better.&nbsp; Sofie just hated the game.&nbsp; What was there to prove?&nbsp; You were a person, she was a person, that should be the end of it.&nbsp; She shook it firmly but didn't get into a power struggle.<br><br>Letting go, she turned and took the rather much smaller hand Maira offered.&nbsp; This time Sofie didn't worry about her grip and kept it firm but light and released it just as decisively and after the same amount of time as she had Porter's.&nbsp; While Maira talked, prattled actually, Sofie kept her muddy green eyes on the other woman's face.&nbsp; Maira seemed to think it was important Sofie know what was going on inside her head, so Sofie listened.&nbsp; It didn't take too much, even though she had the feeling Maira was going to be one of those people who just had to talk.&nbsp; But for right now it was okay.&nbsp; It certainly seemed to have an emotional impact on the short woman.<br><br>When Maira shuddered, Sofie frowned, completely misinterpreting it.&nbsp; "Do you feel okay?&nbsp; Are you chilled?&nbsp; What was the last time you drank something, Snowpaw?"&nbsp; Sofie uncapped her water bottle and offered it and simultaneously put her other hand on Maira's shoulder.&nbsp; "You should sit down."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 16:52:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i633.photobucket.com/albums/uu52/cali_angel717/MairaSnowpaw.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:48 Hours</strong><br>Character name: Ensign Maira Snowpaw<br>Location: F Deck - Gymnasium<br>With: Sofie and Grady<br>Doing: Working out, maybe working it?<br>Tagging: Sofie (mainly) and Grady (in passing)<br><br>Feeling Sofie's firm but light grip on her hand, Maira let out a soft smile before going into her rant as she spoke from before.&nbsp; Clearly she was very nervous as she looked back at Sofie and then at Grady.&nbsp; Her attention was mostly on Sofie as she heard Sofie's concerns.&nbsp; Chilled?&nbsp; Of course not.&nbsp; Even Leona and Myrss would attest to that as they rattled out more words inside of her head.&nbsp; Okay?&nbsp; How could she ever be Okay when she constantly heard those spirits in her head as they continued bickering.&nbsp; "Stop it, the both of you."&nbsp; She murmured to herself as she then heard the last question as she saw Sofie uncapping the water bottle and feeling a very large hand of Sofie's on her own shoulder.<br><br>"You are right.&nbsp; I should sit down.&nbsp; Thank you."&nbsp; She admitted as she let out a soft smile while sitting down on a nearby bench.&nbsp; "This is the first time in a long while since I heard advice from someone other than the spirits.&nbsp; It feels rather... soothing to have someone real giving me suggestions."&nbsp; She smiled as she took a large gulp of water.&nbsp; After setting the bottle down, she let out a couple of loud coughs.&nbsp; "Dangit... Drank... too... much... too... quickly."&nbsp; She gurgled in between her words as she was trying to catch her breath.&nbsp; "That will teach me, won't it."&nbsp; She sighed as she waited for what she hoped would be a little help, hopefully from Sofie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 16:59:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/7698598-young-handsome-male-model-smiling_zpsfd7aa5b2.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:49 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td></tr></tbody></table>Lieutenant Junior Grade Grady Porter<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Gymnasium</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje and Ensign Maira Snowpaw</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working Out</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje and Ensign Maira Snowpaw</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Porter gave Doortje a wondering look when she gripped his hand hard.&nbsp; He had not expected such a firm grip and tightened his grip to match hers.&nbsp; He smiled at the ladies and said, "I'm in Engineering, myself."<br><br>As Sofie started to tend to Maira, Porter asked, "Do I need to get a medic down here?"&nbsp; He moved away from the ladies and headed to a wall communication panel, ready to touch a button to call the medical department, if necessary.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 17:30:40</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 09:45 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Gymnasium</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Ensign Maira Snowpaw &amp; Lt. Porter</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working Out or Working It?</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Snowpaw &amp; Porter &amp; Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Porter had the right idea.&nbsp; Take action, anticipate need and be ready to put the plan into play.&nbsp; But he didn't go too far, didn't overreact and cause a Medical team to scramble.&nbsp; They would, and wouldn't think poorly about being cancelled, but too much of that could take the edge off a team and cause them to be just a little bit slow or sloppy in a real situation.&nbsp; That was bad for efficiency and safety.&nbsp; <br><br>"Wait."&nbsp; It wasn't yelled, but her voice carried clearly and without the possibility of confusion to Porter.&nbsp; Even the word choice was chosen so there was no ambiguity.&nbsp; It meant nothing more than for him to wait and acknowledged Sofie knew his part in the plan.&nbsp; Moving behind the seated woman, Sofie's palm patted her firmly in the middle of the back.&nbsp; It wouldn't force the water out, but the force of it and the comfort of it often helped.&nbsp; It gave the person choking something to focus on instead of their errant swallow and calmed them down at the same time.&nbsp; Sofie was careful not to hit too hard.&nbsp; She didn't want to shove Maira off the bench and she was just a little thing.<br><br>Sofie watched Maira's reaction then nodded to herself.<br><br>"Cancel," she told Porter, looking over at him and not looking away until he acknowledged.&nbsp; "She needs to rest for a bit, Lieutenant.&nbsp; Overwork on that last exercise.&nbsp; I've got her."&nbsp; No thank you, no good job and why would she?&nbsp; Porter had done his duty, Sofie had done hers, they'd worked as a team like they were expected to.<br><br>Putting a hand under each of Maira's arms, she helped the woman to her feet and turned her towards the dressing rooms.&nbsp; "Sauna or hot tub, pick one and then we can talk in there."&nbsp; Unseen by Snowpaw, Sofie frowned a bit.<br><br>She hated talking.&nbsp; But Snowpaw needed to and it was just as important to mentally cool down and physically.&nbsp; Sofie suspected that it was rare that Snowpaw and her spirits got the opportunity to play with others and get themselves properly expressed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 17:36:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Rosalie_Raveel.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:45 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Lieutenant Rosalie Raveel</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Gymnasium</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Ensign Maira Snowpaw &amp; Lt. Porter</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working Out or Working It?</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Snowpaw &amp; Porter &amp; Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br><br>The serene Vulcan face had filled her screen for the past 15 minutes. Commander Surak was her counterpart on Starbase 9.<strong> “No commander, I only just got the orders through myself. I would like to arrange an itinerary for our arrival as soon as possible.”</strong> The facial expression of the Vulcan barely changed, although did she spot just the smallest hint of annoyance? <strong>“I will try to fit you in at my earliest convenience, Lieutenant. I will contact you.”</strong> With that matter of fact statement, the communication was done before she could get another word in. With that out of the way – for the time being – Rosalie headed towards the galley for a quick bite to eat. On her way over there, she read the daily report of Starfleet ship movements in the sector. In her mind’s eye, she saw the dozens of ships crawl over the mental image of the star chart she had memorized. <br><br>She replicated herself a cup of coffee and a helping of waffles and found herself an empty seat. With one eye on her report, she dug into the food. Their visit to Starbase 9 would drag her out of her tedium. For the last couple of weeks she had occupied herself almost entirely with routine communications with other Starfleet vessels. The kind of work she could do in her sleep by now. At least now she felt her efforts would actually matter. Her boots were unconsciously tapping the floor as she was reading over her report. She was sipping on the last bit of coffee when it was time to go back to her station and prepare a status report to send to Starfleet command. She would have something to report for a chance, other than the work done by their science department. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 17:52:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i633.photobucket.com/albums/uu52/cali_angel717/MairaSnowpaw.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:48 Hours</strong><br>Character name: Ensign Maira Snowpaw<br>Location: F Deck - Gymnasium<br>With: Sofie<br>Doing: Getting ready to relax, maybe working it?<br>Tagging: Sofie<br><br>Sofie was right in one thing about Maira.&nbsp; Maira never really had the chance to be with other people and let her spirits help her to express herself fully.&nbsp; She was very glad that she let Sofie know about them as she was helped gently to her feet.&nbsp; Hearing another voice in her head, she heard one that seemed sort of quiet until now.&nbsp; "Yes, Alura.&nbsp; That did feel wonderful."&nbsp; She spoke with her Eagle spirit reflecting on how good it was to be picked up so gently.&nbsp; Hearing Sofie's suggestions, the bickering started up once again between the two most talkative spirits.&nbsp; "I never liked the sauna, Mryss.&nbsp; Its too hot and sticky."&nbsp; it seemed like a pause before another voice came to her head.&nbsp; 'You are right, Leona, the hot tub would feel very relaxing... and my brave."&nbsp; She spoke gently as she heard the last voice in her head as she giggled.&nbsp; 'Yes, and so dreams, Alura."&nbsp; She looked back at Sofie as she could tell was probably hearing all of the hot mess that was going on inside of her mind through her reactions.<br><br>"All right, the hot tub it is."&nbsp; She offered as she was led into the dressing rooms.<br><br>Once inside, the Hot mess continued once again.&nbsp; "No, I am not going to take a peek, Leona.&nbsp; I just met her."&nbsp; She admitted as she took off her workout uniform while hearing another voice.&nbsp; "Its too late to run now, Mryss.&nbsp; We're staying and that is that."&nbsp; She commanded as she then heard the last part of her hot mess coming in.&nbsp; "I thought that you would like that, Alura.&nbsp; Yes we are going to relax and enjoy it."&nbsp; She admitted as she wrapped a towel over her breasts and waist while waiting for Sofie to finish getting ready.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 18:12:01</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 09:45 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Gymnasium (changing room then hot tub)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Ensign Maira Snowpaw &amp; Lt. Porter</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working Out or Working It?</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Snowpaw &amp; Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>She talked all the time.&nbsp; Some of it Sofie didn't quite hear, but it was still there.&nbsp; Like when you were camping and an insect kept droning in and out of your hearing.&nbsp; It came at random intervals just like an insect too, never letting Sofie feel comfortable.&nbsp; Did she ever stop?<br><br>Ignoring Maira's not so internal dialogue as best she was able, Sofie stripped out of her workout gear.&nbsp; There was absolutely no hint of self consciousness or any clue that Maira or anyone else would be looking at her.&nbsp; Sofie didn't even try to face the lockers to maintain privacy.&nbsp; She was so used to changing in front of other people and had no self consciousness about her body.&nbsp; Other than being tall that was.&nbsp; Sometimes that concern manifested itself but that was mainly in formal social situations or if she was in the close confines of a shuttle or Engineering space.&nbsp; <br><br>Nor did she really notice Maira's lithe, well formed body.&nbsp; It just didn't register as anything sensual or sexual.&nbsp; Maira was just a crew member changing and Sofie's eyes slid off anything erotic.&nbsp; <br><br>Sofie's suit was the same she wore at SFA.&nbsp; It even bore the SFA seal and was very well worn.&nbsp; It was a one piece, functional and sleek and slightly discolored from chlorine and washing.&nbsp; Evidently Sofie spent a lot of time in the water over the years.&nbsp; Motioning for Maira, she walked out of the changing room and into the unisex hot tub area.&nbsp; Without asking she took Maira's hand, pulled the towel off the other woman and held her hand to assist her into the water.&nbsp; Sofie stepped down first, for once bringing her head level with Maira's.<br><br>"Go slow.&nbsp; And be careful standing up once you've soaked.&nbsp; Your blood pressure will be lower and you could faint."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ascia</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 18:35:49</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 09:45 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>LTJG Lucia Vidal</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Gymnasium/C Deck - Wardroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>None</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Shenanigans/Breakfast</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>"You're insane!" Lucia Vidal still held the exasperation of disbelief in her voice, especially when it rose in decible. Her brown eyes were big and wide in some cocktail of incredulation and shock. Her body covered in a white 'protective' suit worn by members of the Engineering department when cleaning out conduits; the stuff was stickier than grease and got EVERYWHERE. <br><br>And she had just gotten doused in it. On purpose. <br><br>Luci was one of four members of the Engineering Maintenance Team. From Ensigns to Lieutenants, with their immediate supervisor a Lieutenant Commander that they rarely saw. That was just fine. The four of them were self motivated and interested in passing the work days by actually doing work. Besides, it was way more fun than sitting at a console trying not to yawn too loudly on the Bridge. <br><br>"I'm going to destroy you," was all Luci could say as she began to show signs of a smile. The workcenter had work benches where the team could work on various parts at various scales, and it held their console where they checked e-mail and watched movies during down time. The other three members of her team? They were too busy doubling over in their chairs, laughing, pointing, recording. <br><br>Truth be told, Luci wanted to be angry. She wanted to throw something...but a shower and the damage would be done. And she was too busy trying to keep her grin from becoming full born laughter to actually get angry at her teammates. Especially the little Andorian Ensign that had pulled the 'Release' that dumped the gel on her in the first. She was giggling so loud, Luci thought the girl might burst like a balloon. <br><br>But there was no bursting, only more laughing. "There's a gym with a locker room that has showers on the next level. Tell the boss you're all jerks and I've gone to cry. See you all later."<br><br>Luci was shaking her head as she walked out and through a long stretch of a secondary Engineering hub on the vessel. Luci hadn't worked in Main Engineering since her first week on the Phoenix. From what she heard, that was best--away from Main Engineering you could be a little more relaxed, and little less formal. And that was cool with Luci. <br><br>There were than a few chuckles and looks at her expense as she rounded the corridor and headed into the lift. There was no dripping. Of anything, at least Luci had that. There were stranger looks waiting for her away from an engineering level, where the people that saw her had little to no idea what she was covered in, what the white suit that covered everything but her face was. Luci was reduced to blushing and rushing past people before getting to the locker room on F Deck. Changing wasn't hard; Luci had a locker that was all her own. It was the closest place to shower and change to where she worked--of course she had a locker there. <br><br>A small show was taking place in the gym as she peeked after her shower as she dressed; an impossibly tall woman and a shorter girl that Luci, for a heartbeat, thought she recognized. It was a beat of the heart that came and went quickly. Luci had half a mind to change into sweats and go back to her Stateroom, if only sweats were allowed in the Officer's Wardroom. Instead she slipped a skirt uniform over her head, by far the easiest uniform to maintain and put on, and pulled boots on. Boots that had to be wiped off, from bits of blue gel that had gotten on them, too. <br><br>Ensign Nakamora would feel the pain. When she least expected it. What prank Luci would pull occupied her thoughts as she walked out to the corridor and to the lift. It was nearing actual shift change, and there were other people around her now. The lift was even decently crowded when she got there. "C, please," Was all Luci told the NCO at the controls. <br><br>The crowded chaos of shift change ended abruptly the moment Luci walked out of the lift and down the corridor and into the USS Phoenix's Wardroom. It was a place for Officers to enjoy a meal at any hour--even if the line for the Food Synthesizer took five minutes too long by anyone's count. Unlike the Lt. Commander in the red shirt that ordered the meat loaf before her, or the slender blonde gold uniformed Ensign that got what looked to Luci to be a cobb salad, Luci was happy to order a small egg white omelette with diced tomatoes with a cold ice water. <br><br>Strange for a Brazilian girl, maybe, but she wanted to eat light--and the Phoenix's Food synthesizers lacked any Romulan salads. The hardest part of the whole experience was finding a spot in the wide array of tables in the Wardroom that wasn't too crowded, that would give her some elbow room. She found a spot next to a suspended console streaming Federation NewsNet hourly news. Vulcans shrugging, Andorians railing, and a story about Neutral Zone infractions. <br><br>It was better for Luci to zone out than listen to news so predictable she could've written it herself, especially when she had egg whites to occupy her time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 20:17:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/7698598-young-handsome-male-model-smiling_zpsfd7aa5b2.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:49 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td></tr></tbody></table>Lieutenant Junior Grade Grady Porter<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Gymnasium</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje and Ensign Maira Snowpaw</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working Out</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Ending Tag:</strong> </td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje and Ensign Maira Snowpaw</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Porter pulled his hand away from the comm button as Doortje suggested.&nbsp; However, Porter thought about the situation.&nbsp; If Snowpaw needed rest as Doortje suggested, was a sauna the best choice?&nbsp; After all, wouldn't a sauna or a hot tub dehydrate Snowpaw further?&nbsp; <em>Oh!&nbsp; I get it.&nbsp; They want to go to talk in private, perhaps about which one of them thinks I'm cute.&nbsp; I'll keep up the ruse.</em><br><br>Porter told the two, "Just make sure you get more liquids, Snowpaw.&nbsp; I'll see you both 'round."&nbsp; He gave them a brief wave and headed back to his workout.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BetaBonk</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 23:12:13</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 0930 hours</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/BenDuskfire.jpg)</div>Character: CSO Ben Duskfire<br>Location:&nbsp; &nbsp;Bridge<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Captain, Wade, bridge crew<br>Doing:&nbsp; Working<br>Tagging: none or open<br><br>Ben Duskfire was lounging quietly in the chair before his sciences console through the announcement of their new mission.&nbsp; He had arrived early for his shift, as was becoming customary for him.&nbsp; He slept lightly and little, usually rising an hour or more before the alarm and getting a generous breakfast well before ship's "dawn".&nbsp; And he was usually early on shift simply because that was where he normally liked to be.<br><br>This was now <em>his</em> science console -- not someplace he served a shift or performed queries on -- this was now his tool for exploring the unknown.&nbsp; He was acutely conscious of the responsibility and opportunities of his promotion to bridge staff, and was mildly surprised to find himself relishing it.&nbsp; And this console had quickly become his home aboard the Phoenix, even more so than his quarters.<br><br>Duskfire did not comment on the exchange between the captain and engineer, but he had his own questions.&nbsp; He was used to Starfleet being extravagant with resources, but he had heard the captain's frustrated comments about a cruiser being tasked as a taxi.&nbsp; He wondered idly for a moment if there was anything suspicious in that, and then wondered if it might be deliberately demeaning, given the captain's history with fleet command.<br><br>He quietly turned to his library computer and pulled up all the information he could find on Dr. Nuress and Obi VI, in the hopes of finding something illuminating.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 02:28:20</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 09:45 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Master Chief Estal Haata </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Title/Position: </strong></td><td>Chief of the Boat (COB) </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>None</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Breakfast</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Master Chief Estal Haata goes to one of the regular dining halls for the grunts, gets a ham and cheese omlette with the fixings and some spices and gets a seat over to the rear reserved for Chiefs on the ship their version of their space. Sitting down she relaxes in her brown short skirt with nylons outfit for operations not attached to security proper her insignia pin pretty clear what ranks she is.<br><br>Getting an alert on her computer tablet she orders the Marines for refresher training in biohazard environments, crowd containment and environmental suit and equipment checks. Just in case the units are mobilized to assist with simple typed orders old fashioned by expedient. <br><br>She also order a Chiefs meeting for 5pm to go over her protocols as the new COB and get in touch with them properly its something she has put off for a day or two but its a good time to do that.<br><br>She then works on finishing her breakfast and gets some coffee after to sit and relax a bit.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 03:14:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.eftekasat.net/pmg/pix_edadasastew/3841/Jewel_Staite_-_Glenn_Campbell_Photoshoot_011.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 0930 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Lt. Commander Caitlin Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Main Engineering</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>The Captain &amp; Bridge Crew</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Captain O'Conner</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br>The Chief Engineer watched as the Captain left her seat and walked over to the Engineering Station.....then delivered the news of their new mission.&nbsp; Judging by the tone of the redheaded woman, she wasn't terribly thrilled with the assignment.&nbsp; The brunette smiled slightly, then said "Shall I have Engineering fab up a large taxi light and stick it on the saucer section, Captain?"<br><br>While Caitlin wasn't terribly wonderful with people, she had developed the ability to talk to people when the need arose.&nbsp; She knew that her presence on the bridge was somewhat rare and that was probably what prompted O'Conner to vacate the big chair.&nbsp; At the same time she had come to like her new Commanding Officer.&nbsp; Not the least of which was that she had a bit of a thing for redheads.....but the woman ran a tight ship without causing her officers to be uptight.&nbsp; Assuming that her officers performed their duties competently.&nbsp; "Must be important though...if they're sending a Ship of the Line.&nbsp; Things were pretty calm down below and when I felt the Warp Core increase output, I thought I'd come up and see what was up.&nbsp; Warp 6 isn't exactly crawling."<br><br>She felt somewhat compelled to explain her presence due to it's relative rarity.&nbsp; Granted that being the Chief Engineer she was permitted to be anywhere she chose to be...or needed to be.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 04:41:27</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 0930 hours</strong><br>Character: USS Phoenix Computer<br>Location:&nbsp; &nbsp;Bridge<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Captain, Wade, bridge crew<br>Doing:&nbsp; Working<br>Tagging: Ben Duskfire<br><br>Ben Duskfire's computer obliged him.&nbsp; First, information showed on Obi VI.&nbsp; <br><br>The computer outlined:<br><br>"Obi VI, the sixth planet in the Obi star system is a class M planet with four continents.&nbsp; They are called the North, South, East and West because of how they are situated almost exactly on the points of a compass.&nbsp; The population of Obi VI as of today's stardate is 4,325,149,152.&nbsp; Obi VI has an atmosphere of approximately 75% nitrogen, 23% oxygen and 2% other gasses."&nbsp; A footnote pointed to the exact numbers of the gases in the atmosphere.&nbsp; "Obi VI makes a complete rotation on its axis in .75 Earth days and completes on full cycle around its yellow star in 1.72 Earth years."<br><br>As to Doctor Susan Nuress, there was quite a bit more information.&nbsp; When Ben slimmed it down to the understandable, he had found that she had published numerous papers, received several recognitions, and was a rising star in the fields of hematology and ethnobotany.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 04:53:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 0930 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Bridge</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Bridge Staff/Lieutenant Commander Caitlin Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Wade, Duskfire, bridge crew</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>O'Connor allowed a smile and a small chuckle at the CEO's joke.&nbsp; "Yes, I think that 20th century taxi light would be wonderful.&nbsp; Would you mind having someone from command go and put it on there without a space suit, too?&nbsp; I'd even be courteous enough to beam them directly to the spot where it needs to be attached.&nbsp; Might give them a fighting chance.&nbsp; What do you think, Wade?"<br><br>"As to why they sent for us, I can only guess.&nbsp; I was told there was a mysterious plague that has struck the planet and that millions were counting on us.&nbsp; Obviously the speed is needed.&nbsp; We're to pick up a Doctor Susan Nuress.&nbsp; My guess is that she will be needing our medical facilities to do some testing."&nbsp; <br><br>O'Connor flipped her hair to the other side and paused.&nbsp; "The sooner we get done with this, the sooner we get to our next assignment.&nbsp; Hopefully it will be a bit more unique than this one.&nbsp; I trust that this will not put an undue strain on the engines."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 07:30:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/L_%281%29.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 0930 hours</strong><br><br><strong>Character name:</strong> Commander Kesi Oyana<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Staring at the tactical display<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Buttons... It was odd to begin to miss actual physical buttons. A single hand slides over the fancy new touch screen panels that dominated the tactical panel in front of her. A sea of blues and greens. The bridge of this ship still held some of the character of Starships she had served on for most of her career. Manual switches, sliders, buttons... Actual tactile contact. It was with the introduction of the Excelsior class of Starships and the 'modernization' of the fleet that the creep of 'touchscreens' had begun.<br><br>Displays, readouts, everything was normal. The weapons weren't needed, the scanners and sensors were controlled through the Science station, and all decks were at Condition green. Perhaps a random raising of the shields? Just for fun? No... that was be foolish, and a waste of power, but it might still be fun. Space travel was indeed made up of thousands of hours of boredom offset by moments of abject terror. Reaching up she tugs at the white turtleneck collar which clung to her long, dark brown neck. This uniform was itchy, it was heavy... And where she not on the bridge she would be wearing the older much more 'airy' uniform with it's bright red coloration and easy to move in, rather short skirt. But she knew that the Captain set the tone on the bridge. All the way from the demeanor of the crew to what uniforms they wore and how they even wore them. Perhaps as a small amount of rebellious spirit she -did- wear the knee-length black skirt, and the high black boots that were a regulation option with the 'cranberry jacket'.<br><br>The collar -still- itched. The jacket -still- felt like she was wearing a parka to the beach... The hand that had been pulling on the sling-like collar moves up to her head, running through her short, black curled hair for just a moment before returning to it's idle position on the control panel in front of her. The chatter on the bridge caused her to glance with dark brown eyes over a single shoulder for just a moment. Full, thick lips press together for just a moment before she turns back towards the tactical display once again... And to her shock, there was nothing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BetaBonk</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 15:06:55</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 0945</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/BenDuskfire.jpg)</div>Character: CSO Ben Duskfire <br>Location:&nbsp; &nbsp;Bridge <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Captain &amp; bridge crew <br>Doing:&nbsp; research <br>Tagging: none or open<br><br>Ben frowned slightly at the lack of any interesting details.&nbsp; He recalled the admiral assuming that the captain would know something about recent events regarding Obi VI and decided he should have the information at hand should she need it.<br><br>He continued to focus on his console as he made searches of Starfleet logs and civilian news articles regarding the medical crisis in the Obi system, all the while flagging the most important bits for a report he would send to medical.&nbsp; He hoped that at least Dr. Nuress would find the ship's lab tech's prepared for her work.<br><br>Ben couldn't help noticing Commander Oyana fidgeting over her station... apparently the captain wasn't the only one chafing against the mundane routine.&nbsp; He wished he had something for them to spice up the day, but the best he could hope for was to provide them with some lurid tales of pandemic tragedy.&nbsp; He wondered if the admiral's mention of millions of lives in the balance was mere hyperbole... and turned his eyes again to the computer, scannig for any important details hidden in the noise of emergency communiques and medical bulletins.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 15:30:27</strong>
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				<strong>9:55 PM</strong><br><br>The Captain and XO get a message from Master Chief Haata over the computer system with an alert beep going off.<br><br><em>I ordered Marines to refresh biohazard operations procedures and to ready for humanitarian or security actions for the upcoming mission of mercy. Better safe than sorry and is a good chance to go over vital procedures.<br><br>A Chiefs Meeting is scheduled for 5pm on F Deck, Observation Room 1 and it will be to set enlisted policy as COB and to impliment policies, the presence of the Captain or XO or a designated representative of the command staff is requested.<br><br>- Master Chief Haata, COB</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 18:50:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/14023437-sitting-attractive-asian-young-man_zps897b98b5.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:45 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ensign Yan Ning</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>C Deck - Wardroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>LTJG Lucia Vidal</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Breakfast</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Vidal &amp; Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>The Lieutenant Commander got up and left a spot available next to Lucia.&nbsp; The spot, however, was not to be unoccupied for long.&nbsp; A nervous, five foot four tall Chinese male sat down next to her and asked, "Can you believe that we're going at Warp 6?&nbsp; We must really be in a hurry to do something!&nbsp; I wonder if we are in any danger."&nbsp; He put his tray down and looked at Lucia as he expected some sort of response.<br><br>He then took one look at the markings identifying Lucia as a Junior Grade Lieutenant.&nbsp; He immediately rose to salute her and in the process knocked over his milk, spilling it into Lucia's egg whites omlette.&nbsp; This only made the situation worse, as he cried out, "Oh, Sorry!&nbsp; So sorry!" and he started to put napkins all over her dish trying to pat it dry, only succeeding in having some of the egg stick to the napkins.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 01:41:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i633.photobucket.com/albums/uu52/cali_angel717/MairaSnowpaw.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:51 Hours</strong><br>Character name: Ensign Maira Snowpaw<br>Location: F Deck - Gymnasium<br>With: Sofie<br>Doing: Getting ready to relax, maybe working it?<br>Tagging: Sofie<br><br>Feeling Sofie's hand within her own, she could not help but to feel a sense of... calm through her mind.&nbsp; it was as if her Hot Mess inside of her mind was turning back as she felt her towel being gently taken off of her body.&nbsp; As Maira heard Sofie's warning about standing up too fast, Maira nodded softly as she slowly stepped into the hot tub.&nbsp; She let the warmth sooth her every step as she slowly eased her way into the hot tub.&nbsp; Settling down inside, she let out a very big sigh of relief.&nbsp; For the first time in a long while, her Hot Mess slipped away and she was totally relaxing.&nbsp; "Oh my... this feels soo wonderful."&nbsp; She exclaimed as she let the water soothe her entire body.<br><br>"This is the first time that I have ever been in a hot tub... and for some reason, my spirits are quiet.&nbsp; I guess they are enjoying this time too."&nbsp; Maira admitted as she started to talk more like a sensible person now.&nbsp; "How long have you been in Starfleet, Door.... Door... God, it is hard to pronounce your name."&nbsp; She blushed as she started to think of another thing to maybe soothe her mind even more.&nbsp; "I am Mira,&nbsp; May I ask what your given name is... or shall I call you Doorie for short?"&nbsp; She asked, loving the feeling of the bubbles through her body though one part of her hot Mess was starting to come out.&nbsp; "Alura... Yes, this is beautiful and I agree."&nbsp; She mentioned while not admitting the entire truth about what her Eagle spirit was telling her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 02:14:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.eftekasat.net/pmg/pix_edadasastew/3841/Jewel_Staite_-_Glenn_Campbell_Photoshoot_011.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 0930 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Lt. Commander Caitlin Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Main Engineering</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>The Captain &amp; Bridge Crew</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Captain O'Conner</td></tr></tbody></table><br>"Oh I'm quite sure they'll be more than willing to beam out there and place it for us, Captain.&nbsp; They're such obliging souls, those Admirals."&nbsp; Caitlin smirked a bit as she checked on the ship's status reports.&nbsp; As the Captain told her what they were doing, she agreed that while it wasn't terribly fascinating work....it certain was important.&nbsp; "I certainly hope this Dr. Nuress is good...what with so many people counting on her."<br><br>"Undue strain?&nbsp; Not a all, Captain.&nbsp; The Phoenix can do Warp 6 all day long and twice on Tuesdays.&nbsp; Nothing to worry about till we get up into the mid to high 9's.&nbsp; Even then we'll be all right for a while.&nbsp; Couple hours at Warp 9....time frames go down from there.&nbsp; I'd say less than a half hour once you hit 9.8."&nbsp; It was probably a lot more information that Captain cared to be given just then...but the Lt. Commander was proud of her engines and would put them up against any ship in the fleet.&nbsp; When she'd arrived on board five months prior, that hadn't been the case.&nbsp; Whomever had been responsible for the engineering section before her arrival had let the engine nacelles get so far out of balance it was almost a wonder that they were capable of producing a stable warp field.&nbsp; And as for the Matter/Antimatter Reaction Assembly....well....whomever they were should have been ashamed of themselves.&nbsp; But she'd put everything right...and when she said right she meant right to her specifications.&nbsp; The nacelles were balanced within 0.01% of each other and the M/ARA was operating at 99.5% efficiency.&nbsp; She'd even tweaked the Dilithium Crystal Chamber to get a few more usable months out of the crystals before they could no longer regulate the Matter/Antimatter reaction.&nbsp; <br><br>She had a few ideas on how it might be possible to recrystalize Dilithium while it was still inside the reactor.&nbsp; One of these days she might find some time to work on it.&nbsp; She has a suspicion that it might be possible to do the it with some form of lower power radiation....maybe theta or gamma. <br><br>"Don't worry a bit about the Phoenix, Captain....she'll be ready for whatever, whenever you call."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 02:47:38</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 0930 hours</strong><br>Character: USS Phoenix Computer<br>Location:&nbsp; &nbsp;Bridge<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Captain, Wade, bridge crew<br>Doing:&nbsp; Working<br>Tagging: Ben Duskfire<br><br>Ben Duskfire's computer obliged him again.&nbsp; <br><br>Several articles appeared.&nbsp; All had a common theme.&nbsp; The Northern continent of Obi VI had been struck by some sort of ailment.&nbsp; At first it appeared to be responding to some treatment for Legato or Hutzel infection but the traditional treatments have been becoming less and less effective and the ailment has spread to cover the entire continent.&nbsp; The Northern continent was quarantined but not in time and the illness has started spreading among the other continents.&nbsp; Hundreds of deaths already have been reported on the Northern continent from this ailment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 03:23:50</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 09:50ish Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Gymnasium (changing room then hot tub)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Ensign Maira Snowpaw</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working Out or Working It?</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Snowpaw &amp; Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Sofie had to sit in the deepest part, well away from Maira, and sort of scrunch down to get her body under the intensely hot water.&nbsp; Her knees were almost poking out of the surface near her chin.&nbsp; As Maira spoke, Sofie watched her face, noting the way it seemed to flicker back and forth from one expression to the next as she spoke to her spirits.&nbsp; Or invisible friends.&nbsp; Or herself.&nbsp; Whatever they were.&nbsp; She couldn't be insane; Starfleet would have caught that long ago and gotten the girl help.&nbsp; So if she wasn't mad, maybe it was something else.&nbsp; Maira certainly seemed to believe the spirits were real.&nbsp; It was as if she was praying and getting immediate feedback from her belief system.<br><br>After a minute's soaking up the heat, Sofie moved to the opposite side and rested her arms along the rim, letting her lower body relax.&nbsp; The density of her muscle guaranteed her legs and torso didn't try to float up.&nbsp; <br><br>"You may not," Sofie said firmly.&nbsp; "It's pronounced Doortje," she said, enunciating it clearly.&nbsp; "Off duty, if it troubles you, call me Sofie as it pleases you or not."&nbsp; There was no rancor in her tone, but it was clear that's the way it was going to be.&nbsp; "It's nice to meet you, Maira Snowpaw.&nbsp; All of you," she added and gave a brief, somewhat forced smile.&nbsp; "Phoenix is my first posting from the Academy."<br><br>"How many of you are there?" she asked and leaned forward, looking engaged for the first time.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 03:57:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i633.photobucket.com/albums/uu52/cali_angel717/MairaSnowpaw.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:52 Hours</strong><br>Character name: Ensign Maira Snowpaw<br>Location: F Deck - Gymnasium<br>With: Sofie<br>Doing: Getting ready to relax, maybe working it?<br>Tagging: Sofie<br><br>Maira relaxed in the hot tub as she heard Sofie's question.&nbsp; She was very glad that Sofie helped with the pronunciation of her last name, though from the sound of Sofie's words, it still confused her just a bit.&nbsp; Though Sofie was well away from her in the Hot Tub, she could still see Sofie's knees which alluded to how much of an amazon that Sofie was.&nbsp; Maira seen many people through her time in the Academy but nothing like Sofie... not at all.<br><br>Though Sofie's words didn't show any emotion, they were quite clear and to the point.&nbsp; She was very happy that she met someone that did not have to hide anything.&nbsp; She did want to admit that this was also her own first posting but Sofie's question changed the subject very quickly.<br><br>'There is only one of me, but I have five spirits that speak to me.&nbsp; You see, I am what you may call 'American Indian'... in my case, I am an Eskimo since I am from Alaska."&nbsp; She started to explain.&nbsp; "In my culture, we rely on Animal spirits to guide us and speak to us in times of... indecision or crisis.&nbsp; Three of my spirits you have met already."&nbsp; She explained further as she let out a small smile.&nbsp; "There is Leona, my Lion spirit that you have met already.&nbsp; She is the one that gives me courage and strength to get me through indecisive moments.&nbsp; Myrss is my snake spirit.. again you have met her.&nbsp; She wants me to slither away and be alone in my thoughts.&nbsp; I always have a constant battle with her in which I have to ask Leona for help go get me through things."&nbsp; She paused for a couple of seconds to gather her thoughts again while soothing in the Hot tub's sweet bubbles.&nbsp; "Alura... she is my eagle spirit.&nbsp; If you have not guessed, she is my love and happiness spirit.&nbsp; Once she speaks to me, I know that I feel happy.&nbsp; There are two other spirits that come out which you have not seen. "&nbsp; She paused again as she let the bubbles soothe her muscles even more.&nbsp; <br><br>"Nanuka is my Bear Spirit.&nbsp; She helps me when I am on duty and helps to to get through tough times in my experiments or when I am feeling frustrated about a problem.&nbsp; She is my spirit to keep me focused at my task."&nbsp; She let out a soft sigh as she explained the last spirit.&nbsp; "Kali... she is my wolf Spirit and she comes out to me when I am angry or very frustrated.&nbsp; If you see me talking to Kali or mention her by name, please contain me... because if she speaks to me, that means that something bad is going to happen very shortly."&nbsp; She looked back up at Sofie as she let out a soft sigh.&nbsp; "I know that it is... strange to you but that is my culture and my upbringing.&nbsp; I will understand if you think of me as strange but... ever since I was a young girl... my Spirits were the ones that kept me going.&nbsp; If I didn't have them to guide me, I would probably be dead since... my parents didn't care about me anyways."&nbsp; She sighed, shuttle ing before speaking too much of her feelings at the moment.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 04:26:50</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 09:50ish Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Gymnasium (changing room then hot tub)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Ensign Maira Snowpaw</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working Out or Working It?</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Snowpaw &amp; Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>"You should be careful to whom you tell that," Sofie said after almost a minute's worth of silence.&nbsp; It wasn't meant to be uncomfortable, it just that Sofie thought about all the information she'd received and hadn't felt the need to comment on it while processing it in her mind.&nbsp; Why didn't anyone else understand that?&nbsp; They were always talking just to talk, or fidgeting.&nbsp; Maira was doing it now, sighing and looking around.&nbsp; "Anyone who knows which of your spirits is which can easily discern your mental state and likely actions.&nbsp; Guard them closer, Maira," Sofie warned, almost scolding.<br><br>"Your culture sounds very interesting," the tall blonde said politely.&nbsp; "The, er, uniqueness of it, of your being intertwined with your spirits, will be of use in xeno-cultures with analogous belief systems."&nbsp; That had been something from a lecture Sofie half-remembered.&nbsp; "I am sure that any team you are one will benefit from you and your spirits' insights."<br><br>"Maira, can you teach me how to say something in your language?&nbsp; In Eskimo or whatever it is called?&nbsp; Can you teach me how to say 'Be careful'?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 05:02:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 0930 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Bridge</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Bridge Staff/Lieutenant Commander Caitlin Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Wade, Duskfire, bridge crew</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>O'Connor responded neutrally regarding Doctor Nuress, "I doubt Starfleet would be sending her to Obi VI if she was not good."<br><br>It was then that O'Connor witnessed something that she thought that she would never hear from Wade - a full lecture.&nbsp; Wade had always been much more interested in her computers, warp core, and other machines to ever talk this much and yet, here she was titillating like a school girl about her first serious crush.&nbsp; O'Connor knew that engineers, especially Chief Engineers often thought of the ships as their own but never before had she heard such pride in such excruciating detail.&nbsp; <br><br>Having been raised through the ranks of security, O'Connor did not have to have a thorough knowledge of the nuts and bolts of the ship.&nbsp; Frankly, in command school, it was the one thing that kept her from being higher in her class, as the engines were about as exciting as a dentist describing a root canal.&nbsp; However, she knew what she needed to know to be effective.&nbsp; She also did not care too much.&nbsp; O'Connor wanted adventure - to boldly go where noone had gone before and to prove herself.&nbsp; She doubted that knowing the inner workings of each part of engineering would do that and she was truly grateful that Wade knew them.&nbsp; So, O'Connor politely nodded and smiled as Wade continued telling her about the abilities of the Phoenix.&nbsp; <em>Still not an Excelsior.&nbsp; The sooner I get one of those, the better.</em><br><br>"Well, keep up the good work, Wade.&nbsp; Hopefully we'll give her a sufficient test soon."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 05:16:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 0955 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Bridge</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Bridge Staff/Lieutenant Commander Caitlin Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Wade, Duskfire, Oyana, Haata, bridge crew</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>When the call from Master Chief Haata came over the comm, O'Connor cringed internally.&nbsp; <em>A meeting?&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; There's nothing worse than meetings.&nbsp; I thought that I would only have to call those when I really needed to discuss something.&nbsp; Now, I'm told from others I need to go to more.&nbsp; Never, ever promote me to the Admiralty.&nbsp; I would die listening to drivel in a chair.&nbsp; </em>&nbsp; =/\=Good ideas, Haata.&nbsp; I'll make sure someone is there at 1700 hours.=/\=<br><br>O'Connor grinned at her XO.&nbsp; "Why don't you handle this one, Oyana?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ascia</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 14:26:07</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 0955 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>LTJG Lucia Vidal</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>C - Officer's Wardroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>NPC</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Not Killing People</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>NPC</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Lucia Vidal didn't move. Her eyes had casually stirred to glance at the person who sat down and started peppering her with questions...but the moment chaos errupted and she found herself doused once more...her body simply stopped moving. Brown eyes the size of saucers stared even as the Brazilian became little more than the statue of an unhappy woman in that moment. <br><br>"...warp 6 is old news." <br><br>Her pink lips pressed together, unglossed and unpainted, being forced to produce a smile. Even if it was maybe the very last thing she wanted to do. "Hell, WARP is old news. Transwarp, Quantum Warp, and a few ideas so old we've been working on them since before we could do more than fumble around in our own bloody atmospheres--" The frustration began to sound as she just talked, dripping wet with white milk. <br><br>Her face brightened as her smile widened, humor coming to her pretty Terran features as she just could not believe her luck today. "And don't salute me. I work for a living. Save salutes for anyone O5 or higher." Her eyes briefly surveyed the damage down to her own uniform. She was glad the skirt uniform wasn't paper thin--as there was always something to be thankful for.<br><br>Afterall, Luci wasn't about to cry over spilled milk.<br><br>Instead, her body released a sigh so deep it shook her body; relaxing and subduing every tense muscle in her body at that moment. Which considering the over a hundred eyes on her at the moment and the awkward nervous kid spilling things on her and asking questions more typical of Second Year Cadets...but none of that took the smile off her face.<br><br>She kept it, and wore it like armor. "Danger? Sure. Aging platforms, aging technologies. Even the Gorn look at this small cruiser and think, 'Hey, we can eat that.'" Lucia shrugged. "Luckily Starfleet's known for their ingenuity and those miracle working Engineers. So I wouldn't worry about danger, not with people like me onboard." Her smile had shaded towards a smirk as she patted the shorter man's shoulder, and excused herself.<br><br>"Good luck with artificial gravity, Ensign--hopefully it becomes less problematic for you in the future." <br><br>No more than a light hearted tease wrapped around a pained but amused expression as the girl turned and walked out, head up, eyes open--in case someone else tries to run into her with something that can spill all over her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BetaBonk</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 14:29:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/BenDuskfire.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 0957</strong><br>Character: CSO Ben Duskfire <br>Location:&nbsp; &nbsp;Bridge <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Captain &amp; bridge crew <br>Doing:&nbsp; Working <br>Tagging: Captain, bridge<br><br>Ben Duskfire finished his summary report and included a full set of data links before sending it on to medical and the CMO.&nbsp; He then started the computer on a search for any historical records of epidemics with matching characteristics.<br><br>Finally turning back around to face the bridge while the computer worked, he thought about giving the captain a full summary as well.&nbsp; However, he noticed her eyebrows notch up as the engineer enthused over her warp coils and remembered that the captain didn't like to be bothered with too many details.<br><br>So, he thought, something a little more to the point.&nbsp; "Captain, the epidemic on Obi VI seems to have escaped containment.&nbsp; There are also indications that we may be dealing with a highly adaptive contagion.&nbsp; I recommend we employ strict isolation protocols for any contact with the planet, even via transporter."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 22:47:14</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 1015</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Sickbay <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Ensign Yan Ning &amp; a Crewman<br>Doing:&nbsp; research <br>Tagging: CSO Ben Duskfire, Capt. O'Connor, Ensign Yan Ning, Ensign Maira Snowpaw, open<br><br>It's a quiet morning so far in sickbay. In a way, this is how Dr. Nadami likes it: it means the crew is healthy and disciplined, that all the correct safety protocols are being observed. Since boarding the <em>Phoenix</em> a month ago as its new CMO -- his first formal assignment at the head of an entire ship's Medical division -- he's been impressed at the tight ship Captain O'Connor runs. <br><br><em>Jack would approve,</em> he thinks, not the first time his thoughts have flashed back to his friend, the current CO of the <em>Saratoga</em>. The thought has a wistful edge to it, but Ty Nadami has never been one to dwell too much on the past. The past should be left where it is; he's here, dedicated to this moment, this command, the fresh challenges and the new faces it will bring... and if there's a drawback to the well-oiled machine that the <em>Phoenix's</em> crew presents, it's that it hasn't yet presented him with a real challenge to sink his teeth into.<br><br>Until now.<br><br>Sitting at his desk and reading through Duskfire's report on the plague from Obi VI -- watching with an old habit of constant vigilance out of the corner of his eye as Ensign Yan Ning tends to a Crewman with a broken ankle in sickbay's main treatment area just outside his office -- he feels a certain guilt-edged excitement rising at the thought of facing the first real test of his new command. Duskfire's report is cautious and conservative, competent and succinct, and a trifle dull: much like his impression of the man. Uninspired, perhaps, but inspiration in this particular field isn't the CSO's job; it's Nadami's. <br><br>Fascinated by the mention of the specialist they're diverting to pick up -- she must be a high-flyer indeed to be worth diverting the <em>Phoenix</em> for -- he speaks aloud: "Computer. Please access all Starfleet Medical data and records relating to Dr. Susan Nuress." He'll need to know all he can about her if he's going to organize the Sickbay complex to support her work with maximum efficiency.<br><br><em>Or,</em> a little voice whispers in the back of his mind: <em>To get as much of the job done for her as possible before she even arrives.</em> A mysterious adaptive contagion, the CSO recommending the strictest possible isolation protocols. It's hard not to think that this is a perfect opportunity to test Nadami's own slightly unorthodox approach to the medical arts. Not that the purpose would be to upstage Nuress or anything like it; simply to present her with the best possible range of advice from his own findings and experience, and that of his officers and staff. Possible scenarios are already racing through his mind. <br><br>As the ship's computer directs its findings on Nuress to his datapad, he minimizes them for a moment, fingers flashing as he types in a reminder note to himself to schedule a quick meeting with the Captain to discuss his findings in more details than the chiefs' meeting would allow -- for come this evening he's sure to have some preliminary hypotheses in place -- and brings up the staff schedule for the day. <em>What's that biologist's name again... Snowpaw. Might be interesting to see what she can contribute.</em> There are some of his people that he's barely laid eyes on yet; it's a definite priority to learn more about them and their capabilities, and there's no time like the present. And for that matter, it's a priority to learn more about his Captain, too: in the flurry of settling into his new assignment, he hasn't seen much of her either beyond a routine physical. <em>Perhaps she likes a home-cooked meal? Can't hurt to put one's best foot forward...</em><br><br><em>Speaking of which...</em> Looking up, he sees the Ensign finishing up with the Crewman, the bone regenerator having done its work, the clear support bandage wrapped around her foot and ankle as a precaution against any anomalies. The "Crewman" is in fact a young and very attractive Earth female of about twenty years of age, who's smiling and nodding as Ensign Yan clearly gives her a last few instructions. <br><br>Not waiting for the Ensign to call him over to set the CMO's imprimatur on the routine procedure, Nadami sets his data-pad aside and bustles out to greet the Crewman, wearing a warm and encouraging smile on his lips and a look of mild, fatherly admonishment in his eyes. She smiles shyly at him as he approaches; the kind of look of clumsy flirtation that, as always, brings out in him the protectiveness of an encounter with innocence. Not for the first time, he wonders what it must be like to have to rely on such a limited sensory package as most humanoids possess to signal and process the sexual parts of life. He imagines it must be like being blind, or deaf, from birth: cut off from a whole universe of chemical sense and communication that they never miss, because they simply can't fathom its existence.<br><br>The Ensign smoothly hands over the datapad with the patient's chart on it as he approaches. "Well, Crewman Hull," he booms at her good-naturedly. "Not that I'm not very pleased to meet you, but I'm sure today has taught you the virtues of caution, yes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 23:33:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 0957 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Bridge</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Bridge Staff/Lieutenant Commander Caitlin Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Wade, Duskfire, Oyana, bridge crew</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>"An epidemic on Obi VI, you say, Mr. Duskfire?&nbsp; Well, that's certainly a little more interesting than detailing the composition of various anomolies," O'Connor said half to herself and to Duskfire.&nbsp; "While your suggested precautions may be very much required, Mr. Duskfire, I want to know why we are specifically needing this Doctor Nuress and why we are being called away for this mission.&nbsp; I would suggest that you continue to monitor the situation on Obi VI and keep me informed as things progress.&nbsp; Once we have Doctor Nuress, we will undoubtedly," O'Connor mentioned with a slight cringe, "have a staff briefing on the situation."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 00:52:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/L_%281%29.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 0930 hours</strong><br><br><strong>Character name:</strong> Commander Kesi Oyana<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Staring at the tactical display<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>The voice of the Captain caused her to turn her long neck, dark eyes focusing on the woman who sat at the center of the bridge. She recognized that grin. Delegation of responsibility, it was one of the most important any command officer could learn, especially when it came in handy for 'delegating' responsibilities that were particularly mind-numbing and dull.<br><br>"I will be sure that..." She pauses for a moment, remembering the words that the Chief had used. "A 'designated member of the command staff' will indeed be present, Captain."<br><br>She could delegate with the best of them. And no one on the bridge crew was safe!
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 02:49:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i633.photobucket.com/albums/uu52/cali_angel717/MairaSnowpaw.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:53 Hours</strong><br>Character name: Ensign Maira Snowpaw<br>Location: F Deck - Gymnasium<br>With: Sofie<br>Doing: Relaxing in the hot tub, maybe working it?<br>Tagging: Sofie<br><br>Maira listened to all of what Sofie was saying as Sofie's voice seemed to be uncomfortable to her.&nbsp; At first, Maira let out a small cringe but later on, she was starting to realize what Sofie was saying.&nbsp; &nbsp;The almost minute's worth of silence made Maira thing that Sofie The words that the woman across the hot tub from her that were spoken seemed to be very thoughtful and caring.&nbsp; Maira never thought about anyone else around her who might hear her spirits because, there was not anyone else around her most of the time to begin with that she could talk to in a social way.&nbsp; Sofie's last words seemed to be like a parent protecting their child.&nbsp; Her thoughts of that were of the beatings that her father gave to her, and that made Maira cower down into the tub for just a little bit.<br><br>She started to perk up though when Sofie seemed to be interested in her culture and her language.&nbsp; No one outside of her native Alaska ever tok the time to want to learn about her culture or her language... or about her for that matter.&nbsp; Finally straightening herself up against the edge of the tub, she let out a soft smile as all of the spirits seemed to be taking a break and totally relaxing in the tub.&nbsp; She did not hear any voices in her head now as she listened to Sofie's remark about her spirits.&nbsp; "I really think so too.&nbsp; I just wish that I could help in some way, instead of being by myself all of the time."&nbsp; She remarked as she then let out a thoughtful look back towards Sofie.<br><br>Finally feeling like there was something to break the ice between them, Maira let out a wide smile and for the first time in a long while, she didn't have her spirits talking to her and giving her advice about what to say.&nbsp; Instantly, she let out her translation as she was starting to feel happy for the first time in a long while.&nbsp; "In my dialect of the Allutiq language, be careful is <em>ulurialuni</em>."&nbsp; She was about to make an offer to help Sofie learn about her language but she listened to the Amazon woman's advise and added one more thing.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I shall be careful with other people when my spirits are around.&nbsp; Right now, I am glad that they are relaxing now so... I am not hearing them speak to me."<br><br>Feeling very much relaxed, she was feeling very happy for the first time in a very long while.&nbsp; maybe there could be a time when she could finally get to know someone without her spirits interrupting her.&nbsp; She just wished that her spirits would sleep for a while around people... though she knew that would be very hard to do as soon as she would be getting out of the hot tub.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 04:05:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 0955 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Bridge</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Bridge Staff/Lieutenant Commander Caitlin Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Wade, Duskfire, Oyana, Haata, bridge crew</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>O'Connor grinned at her XO again.&nbsp; <em>So, you're going to delegate it too.&nbsp; That's why I like you as an XO.&nbsp; We think a lot alike.&nbsp; I feel sorry for the poor bastard that draws the short straw. </em>&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Day 1 - 1010 Hours</strong><br><br>After conversing with Duskfire and the rest of the crew, O'Connor realized that she still had plenty to do to make sure that everything was ready for Doctor Nuress.&nbsp; She looked over the bridge and announced, "Oyana, I'm going to visit sickbay and check on preparations for Doctor Nuress.&nbsp; You've got the bridge."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 04:30:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/L_%281%29.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1010 hours</strong><br><br><strong>Character name:</strong> Commander Kesi Oyana<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Investigating the mystery of the squeaking command chair<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Captain O'Connor, Bridge Crew, Open<br><br><hr><br>"Aye, Captain." <br><br>Standing up from the swiveling seat behind the tactical station she stands up, moving towards the dark railing that encircled the inner 'pit' that held the connected navigation and helm console along with the platform that the command chair sat on. Lingering near the rail with both of her hands resting on it, she allowed the red-headed Captain ample time to stand and move towards one of the pair of turbolifts that sit at the rear of the bridge. Stepping down the pair of steps and then quickly back up she settles into the command chair.<br><br>The slight movement causing a squeak to emanate from the seat. Frowning deeply she turns the chair to the left, to the right, shifts her weight back and forth a few times to locate the mysterious squeak to little or no avail.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 04:35:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/13431d5efcebcc887d827079efd6f14a/tumblr_midmpmJE7E1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:54 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Gymnasium (changing room then hot tub)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Ensign Maira Snowpaw</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working Out or Working It?</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Snowpaw &amp; Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>"Ulurialuni," Sofie said slowly, tongue tripping a bit over the foreign word.&nbsp; "Ulurialuni," she repeated, watching Maira's face for a reaction then saying it a few more times until the other woman's face told Sofie the pronunciation was close enough if not entirely fluent.&nbsp; "Thank you.&nbsp; I won't forget it."&nbsp; A duplicitous request perhaps, but a well meant one.&nbsp; Now Sofie had a phrase, a warning, that only Maira would understand.&nbsp; It was highly unlikely anyone else aboard ship spoke Maira's native language, and less likely still that a non-Earth native being would.&nbsp; Being able to warn Maira of danger, either to her or to others, could come in useful in the future.&nbsp; Or it might not.&nbsp; Sofie filed it away with similar bits of knowledge; little nuggets of caution and preparedness that may never be used.<br><br>"Maybe they're scared of me," Sofie joked.&nbsp; "They saw me and ran off, leaving you behind.&nbsp; That wasn't very nice of them, or maybe they think you're brave."&nbsp; This smile was a little more natural, a little more relaxed and less guarded.&nbsp; "Or maybe they just went to play some racquetball.&nbsp; Do you play?&nbsp; Maybe we could have a match some time."<br><br>Sofie stretched out a leg and nudged Maira's shin with it, trying to get the slight woman to relax a little bit.&nbsp; Something in what Sofie had said to her, or perhaps something she hadn't said, was winding Maira up.&nbsp; Just because she was at the bottom of her class and in Security didn't mean Sofie was entirely stupid.&nbsp; There was no missing the way the black haired woman had cringed and pulled herself in tight during their conversation.<br><br>"Relax," she said and leaned her head back and closed her eyes, leaving her foot on Sofie's shin.&nbsp; "Tell me more about you or your people, Snowpaw.&nbsp; Or don't talk at all if you like and let's just soak.&nbsp; I don't have to be on duty yet for a few hours.&nbsp; How about you?"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 05:31:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1015 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Nang, Crewman</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Meeting with the CMO</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>O'Connor was not a big fan of sickbay.&nbsp; Routine medical exams took time away from her busy schedule and furthermore, there always was the chance that the doctor might find something wrong with her and then remove her from duty.&nbsp; Sure, it was a small chance, but she was not willing to take that chance and neither was any other starship Captain she knew.&nbsp; Worse, there was something about her CMO that made her uncomfortable.&nbsp; Every time that she saw him, she would swear that she envisioned him naked.&nbsp; O'Connor would never admit that to him.&nbsp; She figured that it was probably a figment of her imagination or something about the CMO being a Deltan.&nbsp; Either way, she was not ready to give up on Frankson, so envisioning someone else naked was disconcerting.<br><br>As O'Connor walked in, she noticed that the Doctor was hanging over a female ensign and that Ensign Yan Nang, also was there.&nbsp; Crewman Hull responded with a blush, "Yes, doctor, Doctor Nang has already given me a pleasant lecture.&nbsp; I think that I am alright to go now."<br><br>O'Connor fought down some uncomfortable emotions as she made her presence further known, "Doctor Nadami, do you have a few moments?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BetaBonk</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 15:33:35</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 9057</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/BenDuskfire.jpg)</div>Character: CSO Ben Duskfire <br>Location:&nbsp; &nbsp;Bridge <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Captain &amp; bridge crew <br>Doing:&nbsp; Working <br>Tagging: none or open <br><br>"Aye, captain."<br>Ben Duskfire turned back to his console and set up a log to collect all bulletins and general news from Obi VI, and made a mental note to reserve time to review it all before that staff meeting.&nbsp; And then, not because he was being thorough, but simply due to the insatiable curiosity that drew him to science in the first place, he started reviewing a catalog of known DNA patterns for bacterial and viral forms indigenous to Obi VI.<br><br>Without pulling his eyes away from his screens, he called over his shoulder, "Helm, what's our ETA at Starbase 9?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>22-02-2013, 00:46:34</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 1016</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Sickbay <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Ensign Yan Ning &amp; the Captain<br>Doing:&nbsp; Being pleasantly surprised <br>Tagging: Capt. O'Connor, Ensign Yan Ning, open<br><br>"Captain!" Nadami beams in greeting after he gives the lovely Crewman Hull his blessing to go her way. "Of course I have time for you, sir. Ensign," he says in aside to young Yan Ning, "would you kindly double-check the Therbian glandular extract stores? Starfleet Med's expiry dates on those seem like half-guesswork to me; we wouldn't want any of them expiring." Yan seems about to protest -- he'd already done this same task two days ago -- but the Doctor gives him a quick, half-apologetic sorry-about-the-busywork glance that has him heading for the medical cabinets with a look of resignation.<br><br>Gesturing for the Captain to precede him into his office, Nadami tries his best to put her at her ease. He knows close contact with Deltans can sometimes produce uncomfortable effects in other humanoids; he's not sure whether O'Connor is among those, she's too carefully disciplined about her reactions to give anything away, but there's no point in taking chances. Years of treatment experience have taught him the best way to make others forget such reactions in an official setting: keep things brisk, straight to business, leave no time for dwelling on thoughts that can lead nowhere productive.<br><br>"This is only the second time I've ever seen you in sickbay, sir," he remarks. "I'm guessing it has something to do with Obi VI and the distinguished guest we're picking up? I just read Mister Duskfire's report on it; it's already got me exploring ideas on how we might support Dr. Nuress." He casts a surreptitious glance at the PADD on his desk, deciding not to mention yet that he's already begun looking up information on Nuress. Time enough for that later...
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>22-02-2013, 01:34:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1017 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Nang, Crewman</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Meeting with the CMO</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>O'Connor sat down in a chair across from Nadami and kept herself sitting upright, almost a little stiff, but she doubted that Nadami would notice the difference.&nbsp; <em>Keep focused Kelly.&nbsp; You're here for business and you know that this is likely just the Deltan effect.</em>&nbsp; An erotic image of Nadami passed before her mind's eye but she chose not to focus on it, getting back to her reason for coming down to sickbay.&nbsp; "I don't keep count, Doctor," she told him with a little smile.<br><br>"So," O'Connor started with a little lilt in her voice, "Duskfire spilled the beans, hmmm?&nbsp; I should have a chat with him about that.&nbsp; And yes, I am coming here to talk to you about Doctor Nuress' arrival.&nbsp; My suspicion is that she's going to want and need full access to sickbay.&nbsp; Hopefully she won't be too much of an inconvenience for you.&nbsp; Do you have any concerns?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>22-02-2013, 02:08:32</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 1018</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Sickbay <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Ensign Yan Ning &amp; the Captain<br>Doing:&nbsp; Meeting with the Captain<br>Tagging: Capt. O'Connor, Ensign Yan Ning, open<br><br>Nadami shrugs as assumes a fairly casual perch in his seat across from the Captain, deciding not to read anything into the way she sits ramrod-straight. Some Starfleet personnel have more strictly military habits than others, that's all... although he does wonder if the Captain's aware of how that posture pushes out her bustline. <em>That's none of your business, Tsayafa,</em> he tells himself firmly, and shakes his head at the mention of concerns. <br><br>"Well, sir, I'd say my main concern is that we have sickbay organized and mobilized as best we can to support Dr. Nuress in any way she needs." He opens his hands. "That will mean working up whatever hypotheses we can manage about the plague from the reports we have, a thorough cross-indexing with any comparable phenomena in the record, reviewing and updating my personnel assignments... all in a day's work, really." He gives a slightly sad smile. "It's just the kind of challenge I live for, if the truth be told. A terrible thing to say about a plague, but sometimes that's the paradox of being a healer."<br><br>"How much of all of that we can get done before Dr. Nuress arrives, I honestly don't know." He can't help but grimace a little as he thinks about the chunk of time the Chief's meeting is going to take out of his day; it can't be helped. "That depends on when we arrive at Starbase 9. Assuming we have the day, though, I should be able to have everything in place by this evening."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>22-02-2013, 05:11:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i633.photobucket.com/albums/uu52/cali_angel717/MairaSnowpaw.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:55 Hours</strong><br>Character name: Ensign Maira Snowpaw<br>Location: F Deck - Gymnasium<br>With: Sofie<br>Doing: Relaxing in the hot tub, maybe working it?<br>Tagging: Sofie<br><br>Hearing Sofie's pronunciation of her native word, Maira wanted to clarify it to be perfect but it seemed to Sofie was starting to get it after a few tries.&nbsp; With Sofie's last words spoken of their 'secret code', Maira smiled widely while knowing that Sofie pronounced their word perfectly.&nbsp; She was glad that there was a small connection between now and maybe, that special word between them could help break the ice between them some more.<br><br>Maira gasped as it seemed to her that Sofie was almost like a mind-reader.&nbsp; Oh, how she loved to play racquetball and it seemed that Sofie was making more and more connections with them.&nbsp; "Maybe they see that there is someone near me that truly understands me and my culture."&nbsp; She smiled before answering Sofie's question.&nbsp; 'I love to play that game"&nbsp; She exclaimed, loosening up her arms and really relaxing.&nbsp; 'Mind you, I was the champs of my women's division back home in Alaska so... I can be a challenge.&nbsp; I would love to have a match or two with you!"&nbsp; She smiled widely as it seemed that she was starting to really relax, especially after feeling Sofie's foot on her shin.&nbsp; It seemed that the special touch of Sofie drew her spirits away, though Maira did not know that herself.<br><br>Hearing Sofie's words, she did not need to be reminded to relax now but when she heard Sofie's offer, she thought about which direction to go.&nbsp; To her, it was too early to tell about her life and her violent past so she decided to tall about her home and her people.&nbsp; "My tribe is a fading one and I want to try to save it from its extinction.&nbsp; There are only a hundred of us left and I fear that once all of us leave this mortal world, than there would be no more of my tribe's history or no more of my people to pass my native language down to the next generation.&nbsp; My hope... is that my language and my tribe can survive and the Chugach Allutiq tribe can live on somewhere or with someone in their minds and hearts."&nbsp; She let out a soft sigh as the spirits stayed away from her.&nbsp; She knew that once those spirits were gone, she would speak the first thing that came to her mind.<br><br>"I know that this is sudden but, you mean so much to me right now... as a very good friend."&nbsp; She added the last part to make sure that there was nothing else that she was thinking about at the moment as she made her hopeful request.&nbsp; "Would you be willing to be an honorary member of my tribe?"&nbsp; She asked, hoping for the best as she kept relaxing in the hot tub while still feeling Sofie's foot on her shin, soothing her even more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>23-02-2013, 00:30:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/13431d5efcebcc887d827079efd6f14a/tumblr_midmpmJE7E1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:56 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Gymnasium (changing room then hot tub)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Ensign Maira Snowpaw</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working Out or Working It?</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Snowpaw &amp; Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Sofie kept her head back and her eyes closed.&nbsp; It almost appeared she hadn't heard the question and in truth she was consdirering pretending to do so.&nbsp; Snowpaw had really thrown a hardball at her, and Sofie wasn't sure if she should dodge it or step up and try to field it and risk the hit.&nbsp; Signs of her internal debate showed in the way her hands grasped the edge of the hot tub and squeezed.&nbsp; Not terribly hard, but enough to bring into definition the muscles in her arms and shoulders.&nbsp; Like a farmer contemplating a long row to hoe, Sofie took a deep breath and let it out before she sat up.&nbsp; Her foot slid away from Maira's leg.<br><br>"Maira," Sofie said slowly but deliberately as she fixed the small, beautiful woman with the full intensity of her gaze.&nbsp; "No one has ever asked me, given me, such a gracious compliment and opportunity before.&nbsp; You've invited me into your family, your people, and that cannot be something that just anyone is allowed to do."&nbsp; Each word came slowly, fitting into place with the one before and after.&nbsp; There was nothing spontaneous about them.<br><br>"Thank you, Maira Snowpaw."<br><br>Sofie paused.&nbsp; "I do not know if I may accept, if I should accept, without deliberate thought and study.&nbsp; I've no idea of the customs and traditions of your people not what obligations accepting might obligate me to meet.&nbsp; It would be very inconsiderate of me to lightly accept your offer then make you regret it later when I disappoint or offend you and your people."<br><br>"You will give me time to think on this before answering."&nbsp; That was the way it was going to be, not a question.&nbsp; Sofie stood up, water cascading off her body, and held out a hand to Maira.&nbsp; "Come on.&nbsp; Let's shower and then go to the wardroom."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>23-02-2013, 18:33:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1017 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Nang, Crewman</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Meeting with the CMO</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>O'Connor unconsciously held her breath for a split second as she had a vision of the doctor touching her protruding breasts.&nbsp; <em>It is just the Deltan effect.&nbsp; Shake it off, Kelly.</em>&nbsp; Forcing herself to relax and breathe normally, O'Connor nodded at the Doctor's words.&nbsp; "You have the day.&nbsp; We should be there tomorrow morning.&nbsp; If you wish, you could attempt to contact Doctor Nuress on the Starbase.&nbsp; She might have some suggestions as to what she needs from you or your staff.&nbsp; Just make sure that you are adequately staffed and supplied.&nbsp; The last thing that either of us needs is for Doctor Nuress to feel unwelcome or inadequately supplied."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>23-02-2013, 23:49:52</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 1018</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Sickbay <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Ensign Yan Ning &amp; the Captain<br>Doing:&nbsp; Meeting with the Captain<br>Tagging: Capt. O'Connor, Ensign Yan Ning, open<br><br>"I agree completely, sir," Nadami nods in vigorous assent to the Captain's final point. "And it's good to know we'll have time to get everything in place. I'll contact Doctor Nuress as you suggest..." <br><br><em>When I'm ready.</em> For a moment his attention drifts as plans begin to shape and re-shape themselves in his mind. But he pulls himself quickly back to the present... again resisting a curiously strong and uncomfortable awareness of his Captain's breasts. <em>In the meantime, I'd better check my chemical balances,</em> he thinks. <em>And adjust my herbal regimen.</em><br><br>Aloud he adds: "If you like, I can present a full report to you after the Chief's meeting this evening." <em>It never hurts to try to get more comfortable with fellow-officers.</em> "Perhaps over dinner? I'm keen to get acquainted with the <em>Phoenix's</em> kitchen... and if you've never tasted pre-Surakian Vulcan cuisine, I make a pretty mean <em>makhto</em> stew if I do say so myself." Granted, the last time, he'd overdone the <em>kel</em> spice a little, but he's pretty sure he has that problem licked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>24-02-2013, 04:12:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1018 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Nang, Crewman</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Meeting with the CMO</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><em>Dinner?&nbsp; He's not making a pass at me, is he?&nbsp; No, he can't be.&nbsp; Deltans are sworn to celibacy in StarFleet.</em>&nbsp; "Dinner?" she asked as if debating it a second time.&nbsp; "I suppose that I could do that tonight.&nbsp; I won't be at the Chief's meeting.&nbsp; I gave Oyana that duty, though I suspect she's delegating it, as well."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>24-02-2013, 04:45:22</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 1019</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Sickbay <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Ensign Yan Ning &amp; the Captain<br>Doing:&nbsp; Meeting with the Captain<br>Tagging: Capt. O'Connor, Ensign Yan Ning, open<br><br>He can't help grinning broadly at that last about the chiefs' meeting. "I can't say I blame either of you," he says. "I might be tempted to do the same... but I haven't met our Chief of the Boat yet, and I'm told she comes of a most unique species I've never heard of before." With a shrug, he says: "I must admit, curiosity often gets the better of me."<br><br>"It won't get the better of my duty, however." Straightening up, his mind already beginning to move ahead to the busy day, he goes on: "I shall definitely look forward to delivering my report to you in the Officers' Mess this evening, sir... shall we say 1830 hours? I've got a lot to tackle here in sickbay... if I'm going to deliver a creditable <em>makhto</em> stew this evening." His eyes search Captain O'Connor's face to see if there's anything else she needs from him... and he tells himself he's not seeking refuge in his work from that... uncomfortable awareness he just noticed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>24-02-2013, 05:12:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1019 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Nang, Crewman</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Meeting with the CMO</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>"Haata?&nbsp; She's Trill?&nbsp; As far as I can tell, there's nothing particularly special about her other than a weird looking cat and the fact that she looks like she's been crossed with a leopard, with all her spots.&nbsp; And isn't curiosity why we're all out here?"<br><br>She paused for a moment and stood up.&nbsp; "Officer's mess at 1830 hours, then.&nbsp; I will look forward to your stew."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>24-02-2013, 14:37:03</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 -&nbsp; 1100 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Master Chief Estal Haata </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Title/Position: </strong></td><td>Chief of the Boat (COB) </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Chief of the Boats Office</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>None</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Getting to her office she sits down, bringing up her computer as her aid Chief Savvak a Vulcan comes in taking his desk.<br><br>"Request the Marines NCO Chief come to the meeting, I want his report on biohazard readiness then the outbreak appears serious, and do you have the documents ready for the staff on policy I want those printed out its not as efficient I know call it a quirk I have.," she says to the young looking Vulcan who is busy getting that done shortly after after some chat over the ineffiency of paper over a computer record.<br><br>Then she works over the crew manifest planning a formal visit to each section to get on base with the officers and see the enlisted people have no issues that she can deal with.<br><br>Going over her reports she finds a discipline issue a new enlisted drunk on duty. She calls two other chiefs for a formal hearing on this matter and possible disciplnary action and brings up his service record and new information see if there is a reason. She schedules the hearing for 1300 hours and wants Chief Henderson a big strapping security section nco to be Sargeant-at-Arms this will be strictly by the book bring the man to the hearing and see he follows protocol to the letter. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>24-02-2013, 16:02:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/L_%281%29.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 0930 hours</strong><br><br><strong>Character name:</strong> Commander Kesi Oyana<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Staring at the tactical display<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ben Duskfire, Open<br><br><hr><br>The Chair had won it's battle, it continued to squeak with each movement. Finally settling into a single, cross-legged position she focuses her dark eyes on the view-screen ahead. She had to find -someone- to attend the 'meeting' later on. She begins to slowly scan the bridge, her hard gaze finally falling on the Science station. If there was anyone who knew about Bio-hazard protocol... would be the Science officer.<br><br>"Mister Duskfire, as you may have heard the Captain discuss with our new Chief... There is a meeting on F Deck, Observation Room 1 at Seventeen-hundred-hours." Her stern look gives way to an apologetic grin on her thick lips for a moment. "Sorry Ben, but Bio-hazards and their containment protocols is not my specialty. I need someone with a more scientific background to attend as the designated command staff representative. And who did not say being the Chief Science Officer didn't have it's perks?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BetaBonk</strong> on <strong>24-02-2013, 16:27:29</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 9030</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/BenDuskfire.jpg)</div>Character: CSO Ben Duskfire <br>Location:&nbsp; &nbsp;Bridge <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Bridge crew <br>Doing:&nbsp; Working <br>Tagging: XO Oyana, open<br><br>Still staring into the readouts on his console, Ben Duskfire broke into a big grin when the First Officer 'delegated' at him.&nbsp; He had seen this one coming the moment the captain passed off the meeting like it was a dead mouse.<br><br>Duskifre spun around in his chair, still grinning.&nbsp; "I'd be delighted, Commander.&nbsp; I shall drill them all in Quantum Entanglement -- that'll give them a real edge in their next hand-to-hand encounter."<br><br>Ben added a little nod, hoping that would convey that he did indeed take it seriously... or at least seriously enough.&nbsp; But then the actual practicalities of the briefing started to filter into his mind and he suddenly looked genuinely more serious.<br><br>"The brutal thing is, the security personnel won't be dealing with the germs, really.&nbsp; They will more likely be dealing with panic.&nbsp; I suppose that, at least, should be made clear to them."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>24-02-2013, 18:55:11</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 1235</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Sickbay <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; None<br>Doing:&nbsp; Calling Dr. Nuress<br>Tagging: open<br><br>Nadami sits watching the pair of computer-simulated phages contort and reproduce themselves on the screen of his PADD. One is the Legato infection first recorded on the planet Neural on Stardate 9892.4. The other is the Huntzel adaptive parasite first identified on Centaurus some ten years later. Apparently Dr. Nuress' expertise on these and similar adaptive plagues, and her voicing of her suspicion to Starfleet Medical that the Obi VI plague might be something similar, is a big part of what's motivated Starfleet command to insist on her for this mission.<br><br>The treatment centre outside his office is still quiet, but the rest of the sickbay complex is bustling. He's called in every nurse and orderly, every research officer the <em>Phoenix</em> has, pressed every lab and every zettabyte of computer resources at his disposal into service for researching these two infections, finding or replicating carefully-quarantined samples thereof to test their behaviours, turning up every scrap of data related to them or any organism like them. No doubt the sudden intensity of the timetable will have some of them grumbling, but there's nothing for it; he has to know if they can perform under pressure, and he has to have something intelligible (at the very least) to offer Dr. Nuress by the time she comes aboard.<br><br>In the meantime, taking a quick swig from an herbal flask as he looks at the viewscreen on his desk, he prepares himself mentally for whatever he's about to let himself in for. He hasn't been able to find out much about Nuress' personality in Starfleet Medical's databases, and after all why would he? Stowing the flask away, he says: "Computer. Initiate subspace link with Starbase 9. Outgoing message: 'This is <em>USS Phoenix</em> Chief Medical Officer Dr. Nadami paging Dr. Nuress. Please respond. Over.'"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>24-02-2013, 19:14:48</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Pretty_Women_In_The_Workplace_zpsf1ec314f.jpeg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1236 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Doctor Susan Nuress</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Starbase 9</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working, talking to CMO</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Doctor Nuress looked up from a PADD and several different lab instruments.&nbsp; She seemed very focused and less than pleased at the disturbance.&nbsp; "Who are you?&nbsp; Phoenix?&nbsp; Medical officer?&nbsp; What is it that you want?&nbsp; Do you not realize that I have a plague to solve?"&nbsp; A lab assistant scurried behind her so quickly as to make one wonder whether he was in fear or whether he was doing things because they were urgent.&nbsp; Just as quickly as he appeared in the viewscreen, he disappeared.<br><br>Doctor Nuress tapped a finger on a PADD and looked back down as no answer was immediately forthcoming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>24-02-2013, 20:51:30</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 1236</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Sickbay <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Dr. Nuress<br>Doing:&nbsp; Awkward conversation<br>Tagging: Dr. Nuress<br><br>"Yes, Dr. Nuress, we're busy here as well," Nadami says smoothly, his eyes quickly assessing the surprisingly young -- and incredibly striking -- female physician. "We've been detailed to take you to Obi VI."<br><br>Watching her, recognizing the driven workaholic personality type, he quickly decides against any further pleasantries. She won't be easy to interact with, but one doesn't come up through Starfleet Medical without meeting a few antisocial personality types. The real question in his mind is: will she be genuinely obsessed with the search for truth, as many such personalities are? Or will ego get in the way? There's likely to be no way of knowing until she comes aboard... he'll have to wing it.<br><br>"I want to provide the best support we can for your work when you arrive," is all he says now. "I have my people boning up on adaptive plagues -- especially the Legato and Huntzel variants -- as we speak. I'm just contacting you to see if there's anything you need beyond a standard sickbay lab and treatment centre setup."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>24-02-2013, 23:17:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Pretty_Women_In_The_Workplace_zpsf1ec314f.jpeg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1236 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Doctor Susan Nuress</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Starbase 9</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working, talking to CMO</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Doctor Nuress looked up again, annoyance obvious on her face.&nbsp; "Look, Doctor, what, what was it?&nbsp; Nady?&nbsp; The best thing that you could do to help is get your starship here.&nbsp; Obi VI is starting to have deaths on the Northern continent.&nbsp; My assistants, Doctors Rob Bowman, Maurice Hurley, Jaron Summers and Jon Povill will be coming with me.&nbsp; I would advise contacting them for anything.&nbsp; So, unless you have the miracle cure for this virus, just make sure that everyone is out of our way, including your sick or injured.&nbsp; We will need a containment field that covers the entirety of sickbay."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>25-02-2013, 03:10:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/9995746-portrait-of-attractive-smiling-middle-age-man-in-blue-shirt_zps11fa572d.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1656 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Senior Chief Petty Officer Roger Wolfe</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Chief's Meeting</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Haata</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Waiting for Chief's Meeting to Begin</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Haata</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Roger was the Marine NCO.&nbsp; He had a very simple philosophy in life: If you're on time, you're late.&nbsp; If you're early, you're on time.&nbsp; It was all about preparation.&nbsp; If one was prepared and something came up that was unexpected, it was much easier to adjust.&nbsp; However, if one was not prepared, it was anyone's guess as to what might happen.&nbsp; How many crewmen had lost their lives or been injured when they failed to live by his mantra?&nbsp; He could not count.&nbsp; However, those who were under him learned quickly that they had better have their boots shined, bunks made and ready for action before he arrived.&nbsp; <br><br>He took a seat to the side of where he expected the Chief of the Boat to be and looked at a PADD while he waited for people to file in and the meeting to begin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>25-02-2013, 15:11:30</strong>
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				[<strong>Day 1 - 1700 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Master Chief Estal Haata</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Chief's Meeting</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Open, Chiefs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Arriving at Meeting</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Anyone</td></tr></tbody></table><hr><br>Arriving on time with her assistant and one crewman with a Sargent-at-Arms the classic the man did something serious enough to have a formal hearing in this case not fiinished yet.<br><br>"Chief Wolf its an honor, we have much to do this biohazard threat is a major issue I will take it for granted your people are ready to go I know you. Her is my policies for the ship and enlisted people (hands over a book). <br><br>And this one has to be dealt formal punishment for intoxication while on duty I've had the hearing just need to have him here for a purpose. Sadly his only sister died and he has no other family so its a reason not to approve or condone it but it will make his punishment less severe this once. Sargeant-at-Arms take him to that spot there. And crewman all the chiefs will sympathize with your loss and you have our condolescences on such a loss." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BetaBonk</strong> on <strong>25-02-2013, 22:47:26</strong>
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				Day 1 - 1659<br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/BenDuskfire.jpg)</div>Character: CSO Ben Duskfire <br>Location:&nbsp; &nbsp;Chief's Meeting <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Haata, Wolfe<br>Doing:&nbsp; Arriving <br>Tagging: Haata, open<br><br>Ben Duskfire slipped into the room silently, and just about bang on time.&nbsp; He gave the senior chief a respectful greeting.&nbsp; He had learned a lot of admiration for NCO's with years of experience behind them, and he knew how invaluable they were on lone ship deep in space.<br><br>He did not take a seat, but as was his custom, he relaxed against a wall while addressing a report on his PADD.&nbsp; "With your permission, Chief, I have a summary here of recent events on Obi VI, prepared for distribution to your staff.&nbsp; If any planet-side presence is required, they should know the context down there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>26-02-2013, 02:09:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://axiom.ky/xayvian/positions/portraits/CMO-Telsen-1.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1700 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Master Chief Estal Haata</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Chief's Meeting</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Open, Chiefs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Arriving at Meeting</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Anyone</td></tr></tbody></table><hr><br>"Good that is why I ask for department officers here, my marines have gone over biohazard operations protocols and will see the enlisted crew get standard immuno-enhancer hypospray injections a day before arrival its better safe than sorry, it might offer some protection. Add it to the agenda with the medical officer we will need to be prepared. And if your wondering the spots are normal for my species why do you think I favor the short skirt uniform and stockings I can show them off a bit. I may be Master Chief but am still a lady..," she taksed the information she is not a dummy this disease is serious.<br><br>The Master Chief is in a dark brown short minidress uniform, brown nylon stockings, practical working boots and her Master Chiefs rank and star fleet badge plus has a phaser 1, comm unit and a portable first aid kit on her belt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>28-02-2013, 04:56:24</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 1237</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Sickbay <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Dr. Nuress<br>Doing:&nbsp; <em>Really</em> awkward conversation<br>Tagging: Dr. Nuress<br><br>"The whole of sickbay, hmmm?" Nadami controls his reaction carefully. "That <em>was</em> useful information. I'll see what I can do, and I'll be in touch with your assistants about further arrangements. The more prepared we are, the more we'll be able to do about deaths on either continent." He's about to sign off, but can't resist adding, only half-jokingly: "Oh, and I'll be sure to work on that miracle cure for you. Nadami out."<br><br>Sitting back in his chair as he cuts the connection, he steeples his fingers, thinking. <em>Dedicated... genuinely anguished at the loss of life, I respect that about her,</em> he thinks. <em>But also too young. Arrogant, tunnel-visioned. A lot like I was once,</em> he acknowledges wryly to himself. <em>It won't be easy to get her to see any solutions outside her chosen path, if that becomes necessary. I'll have to see what can be done with her aides.</em><br><br>Reaching for his PADD, he sets about trying to seek out any living-quarters space that can be appropriated for emergency sick-bay use, given Nuress' demands. It looks like he'll have something to talk about at that Chiefs' Meeting after all. He's also shifted around personnel requests, and decides on a meeting with that young Biologist whose brilliance he's been hearing about. Snowpaw... Maira Snowpaw. He quickly sends her a meeting query to look over the information available on the plague, and on Legato and Hutzel infections, to see if she has any insights.<br><br>His mind goes back to Nuress. He realizes he's remembering more about the contours of her lovely face than about her manner. Grimacing, he reaches into his desk for a shot of herbal supplement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 01:58:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/9995746-portrait-of-attractive-smiling-middle-age-man-in-blue-shirt_zps11fa572d.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1701 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Senior Chief Petty Officer Roger Wolfe</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Chief's Meeting</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Haata, Duskfire, Nadami</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Participating in Chief's Meeting</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Haata</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Wolfe took a look at the PADD that Haata handed him and gave a muffled sound of acceptance at the orders.&nbsp; He saw nothing out of sorts.&nbsp; He felt that Haata was competent and would do as she asked.&nbsp; However, he raised his eyes with a bit of displeasure when Haata mentioned that she was a lady.&nbsp; It was women like Haata that disturbed him because they seemed to think that it was a special privilege to be of the female sex.&nbsp; He could have cared less if she was a Denebian slime devil.&nbsp; All he asked was for people to do their jobs and be competent.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 02:43:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0900 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Bridge arriving at Starbase 9</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Bridge Crew</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Arriving at Starbase 9</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>bridge crew, Doortje (at teleporter one) open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Starbase 9 fully expected the Phoenix's arrival.&nbsp; In fact, if the truth be told, the Commanding Officer looked a little stressed and simultaneously pleased that the Phoenix had arrived.&nbsp; His grey temples seemed to rise as he hailed the Phoenix.&nbsp; "Captain O'Connor.&nbsp; Thank God you are here.&nbsp; Doctor Nuress has been expecting you.&nbsp; She instructed that we beam her team up directly."<br><br>O'Connor raised an eyebrow slightly.&nbsp; "Did she, now?"<br><br>"Yes, she did.&nbsp; Shall I beam her team up?" he asked eagerly.<br><br>"I will give the order in a bit.&nbsp; I had hoped that my crew would get a little shore leave.&nbsp; But, we mustn't keep the Doctor waiting.&nbsp; When we are certain that we are prepared, we will beam her over.&nbsp; O'Connor out."<br><br>O'Connor looked at her crew and said, "Commander Oyana, Commander Duskfire why don't you come with me and meet our distinguished guest at teleporter room one?"&nbsp; There seemed to be a bit of sarcasm over the word, "distinguished" but whether it was intended or not, O'Connor did not reveal.&nbsp; She then called over the comm, "Doctor Nadami, Commander Wade.&nbsp; Please meet me at teleporter room one.&nbsp; O'Connor out."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 02:50:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1830 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Officer's Mess</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Dinner with the CMO</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>O'Connor walked into Officer's Mess promptly at 1830 hours.&nbsp; It had been quite some time since she had dined solely on her own; however, she figured it was about time that she got out.&nbsp; Also, there was the curiosity about the doctor and his cooking which he bragged about.&nbsp; <br><br>To appear more casual, O'Connor had chosen to leave her duty jacket in her quarters.&nbsp; This had the effect of showing off her ample but not too large breasts for anyone that dared to look below her chin.&nbsp; Upon entry, she smelled something which she could not identify.&nbsp; She looked around and inquired loud enough for anyone to hear, "Doctor?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 03:09:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://axiom.ky/xayvian/positions/portraits/CMO-Telsen-1.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1703 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Master Chief Estal Haata</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Chief's Meeting</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Open, Chiefs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>At Meeting</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Anyone</td></tr></tbody></table><hr><br>Seeing the mans reaction she adds a simple,"On the agenda is enlisted training I want everyone to be productive with some time learning new skills, I'm ordering the marines take training in social etiquette and military ethics I want them to be suited to various duties including diplomatic ones. And all enlisted not marines or senior enlisted will get 80 hours of added combat training and added first aid classes. We may be boarded and I want everyone to be able to defend themselves and the ship. Just in case and it will be good for fitness. You will work on the combat program and get a program in place. Other than that keep up the good work with the marines."<br><br>Other things on the agenda is some internal paperwork and policies mostly a clear chiefs are to head off issues with the crewman and the Master Chief will tend to ordinary crew punishments. She presents a crewman who was drunk on duty in engineering first she goes over his punishment since it was due to a death in the family of being taken off sensitive work, counseling and based on the report of the counselor will decide if a reprimand should be in his file. In fact she is hard on the Chief in engineering overseeing the man it was their duty to see the issue and to deal with it if the man was given time off and counseling he would not have disgraced himself and the uniform. So be diligent to ones obligations in overall terms. <br><br>The Chief will lose one months pay and no reduction of rank but its clear that was considered that is assigned to head the enlisted in engineering for failure to apply proper leadership over a crewman. No reprimand will be on record however.<br><br>Then she brings up the continuing education focus for all enlisted people she wants everyone learning a new skill ,anything appliable to the service, every two years with the above focus up front for all marines and enlisted. For example the Master Chief is going to be working on learning Klingon culture and language and shows the program from Star Fleet and her signing up for it. Sort of a distance learning class with some classwork when they can arrange it.<br><br>And she assigns a Chief to oversee social activities clubs, music groups, hobbiests and such on the ship feeling moral is key to and such activities promote comraderie this will include officers as well.<br><br>She opens things up to any officer or chief after that and sits down.<br><br>TAG
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 03:14:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/13431d5efcebcc887d827079efd6f14a/tumblr_midmpmJE7E1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Out and About</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>No One</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Learning the Layout</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Snowpaw had been safely seen to and sent on her way.&nbsp; Talking with the smaller woman had been mentally exhausting for all it was stimulating and intriguing.&nbsp; There was just so much of her on the outside and the inside, and both took their toll on Sofie's patience.&nbsp; She wasn't mean or bad or anything of the sort, she just was, well, Snowpaw and Friends.&nbsp; Sofie and her had talked for another half hour before leaving the hot soak behind and changing into their uniforms.&nbsp; She'd last seen Maira in the changing room talking to one of her spirits.<br><br>For her part, Sofie had gone to her shared quarters and changed into a uniform.&nbsp; It was one of the older ones, red tunic and sensible black pants instead of the somewhat ridiculous skirts.&nbsp; Really, like you could really be prepared for anything in one of those except breezy nether bits, cold legs and some shenanigans.&nbsp; Sofie had picked up a plastic laminated set of maps of the Phoenix's decks and was walking them, trying to match their stark black lines with reality.&nbsp; The basic layout was simple enough, but over time subtle changes had crept in and there was no substitute for muscle memory under stress.&nbsp; If she knew you went so many steps this way then had to dock to avoid a low overhead, or that this corridor was slightly wider and faster to navigate than that one you would be better able to carry out your duties.<br><br>It was a little frustrating . Sofie kept getting well, not lost, but turned around and confused.&nbsp; She'd wandered into the same compartment several times in a row and people were about to begin to notice.&nbsp; Frowning, Sofie stood by the bulkhead and turned the plans around in her big hands to make them make sense.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BetaBonk</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 15:33:43</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 1705</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/BenDuskfire.jpg)</div>Character: CSO Ben Duskfire <br>Location:&nbsp; Chief's Meeting<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp;Haata, et al <br>Doing:&nbsp; Working <br>Tagging: open<br><br>Ben Duskfire straightened up and stepped forward after the Chief had finished.<br><br>"The only thing I would like to add, regarding our mission to support those suffering on Obi VI, is the importance of both isolation and crowd control."<br><br>"The disease on Obi VI has escaped efforts to contain it; therefore, any exposure to the surface of the planet must be considered exposure to the disease.&nbsp; Anyone or any thing coming from the planet must be properly quarantined.&nbsp; There will be no exceptions."<br><br>"Secondly, it will be Medical's job to battle the plague; but it may be Security's job to battle frightened civilians.&nbsp; If we must land any personnel on the surface, they will be seen by some as a means of escape from a potentially lethal situation.&nbsp; The decision to save those people's lives -- or not -- lies with the command staff.&nbsp; Your decisions will be much simpler -- protect the ship and her crew."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 22:35:40</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 1709</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Chief's Meeting <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Haata, Duskfire, Wolfe, et al<br>Doing:&nbsp; Meeting-y type stuff...<br>Tagging: Open<br><br>Nadami has been watching Estal Haata curiously since his arrival at the meeting. Meeting new humanoids is always fascinating to him. Unfortunately he doesn't think Haata will be much of a window on the art and theater of her homeworld; the militaristic mindset she displays in her briefing doesn't seem like it would leave much room for such things. Still, the opportunity to serve with her should be fascinating... and certainly not just on account of wondering how far down those freckles go. (Although the thought does flash across his mind.)<br><br>Otherwise, the press of work in the last few hours has been intense enough that his mind is still half-elsewhere, letting most of what is said wash over him without much in the way of comment or reaction. He sits quietly through Duskfire's speech... until the last three sentences make him suddenly sit up and take notice. <br><br>Suddenly, he feels his own intensity ramping up. His eyes are flashing as he turns it in his turn to stand and speak for Medical. "While I thank the CSO for sounding a note of caution, I certainly hope," says Nadami in his severest tones: "That all necessary precautions <em>against</em> 'battling' frightened civilians will be foremost in the minds of us all. Combat-readiness is well and good... but we must remember that the priority of this mission is saving lives. This, I can guarantee you, is the perspective of Dr. Nuress who has specially appointed to combat the plague... and in this I support her without reservation. <em>Any</em> decision to engage in conflict with civilians will be heavily scrutinized by my office from the standpoint of medical necessity, and I will not hesitate in my capacity as CMO to recommend disciplinary action against anyone who engages a resident of the planet without <em>solid</em> justification as either self-defense or enforcement of quarantine."<br><br>He's aware that he can sometimes come across as overbearing. So be it, in this case; in defense of the ill he has no hesitation about earning his "tiger" nickname. But he tries to dial it down a little as he goes on in a more conciliatory vein.<br><br>"As many of you are no doubt aware, Dr. Nuress has requested that sickbay be reserved as a containment zone for her exclusive use while combating the Obi VI plague." Spreading his hands, he adds: "I hope to talk her into setting up a planet-side operations centre, but in the end, it's her decision. In the meantime I will be putting requests through Chief Haata for extra space to use for our ordinary sickbay purposes, whether it means converting staterooms, cargo holds or any other area. I hope you'll all bear with us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 23:28:32</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 1830</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Officer's Mess <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Captain O'Connor<br>Doing:&nbsp; Serving up a <em>makhto</em> stew<br>Tagging: Capt. O'Connor<br><br>Wearing his off-duty clothing, the loose belted tunic and trousers that had been high fashion in Deovand City when he'd left it, Nadami calls out from the mess kitchen: "Be right with you, Captain! It's almost ready!"<br><br>He savours the smell. He's sure he has the kel spice just right, this time, and the replicated makhto-bird meat has just the right texture and consistency. The key is to keep the kel in balance with the amount of sulfur; either can overwhelm the dish completely. <em>Even in cooking,</em> he marvels: <em>the Vulcans were mastering delicate balances long before Surak's creed developed. It really is instructive.</em> Sitting to one side of the stove, he has replicated gourds of the exact kind that the pre-Surakian Vulcans were supposed to have used in scooping the fiery, savoury dish out of a shared pot. He can practically taste the mouth-watering stew already.<br><br>Bustling out from the kitchen for a moment, he smiles warmly at O'Connor. "Thank you for joining me, by the way," he adds. "You're in for a treat. You wouldn't know it today, but I've found in my research that ancient Vulcan had one of the richest cuisines in the galaxy... despite the harshness of their world. Incredible combinations of flavour, you'll see what I mean in a moment."<br><br>As he takes her in, he can feel the same disconcerting <em>awareness</em> of her that had thrown him in sickbay... but something clicks in his mind as he realizes suddenly where it's coming from. <em>Neyenue.</em> The name of his estranged wife is a whisper in his mind. <em>She's just the same height and build as Neyenue. No wonder she brings up certain... feelings.</em> To have been with a Deltan priestess of Neyenue's beauty, grace and subtlety... something like that leaves a mark on even the most sophisticated Deltan man. And he had been very innocent indeed when he'd fallen in love with his Priestess, who still lives in his mind in the pristine beauty of her flowering youth. The physical similarity is more striking without Kelly O'Connor's duty jacket -- aside from her colouring and of course her hair, she's close enough in body type to have been practically cloned from a transporter pattern of Neyenue.<br><br>Paradoxically, working this out makes him feel more at ease. Knowing just where the feelings are coming from will make understanding and guarding against them easier. And he'll be much better able to help her through any impact of the so-called Deltan Effect, too. Grinning warmly at his Captain, he suddenly finds himself much closer to feeling truly comfortable in her presence...<br><br>... and that's when an awful stench of sulfur suddenly boils out from the kitchen in a cloud of smoke. The smile abruptly vanishing as he realizes he's left the stew on too high, he blurts out: "Um... just give me a moment, I just have to... make a little adjustment." And then he's rushing frantically back into the kitchen, turning the heat panel under his stew down as he frantically searches the spice bottles on the counter. <em>Dammit... where's that kel spice?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 01:31:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://axiom.ky/xayvian/positions/portraits/CMO-Telsen-1.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1725 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Master Chief Estal Haata</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Chief's Meeting</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Open, Chiefs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>At Meeting</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Anyone</td></tr></tbody></table><hr><br>Mulling over the officers talking the Master Chief speaks up. "The marines are training is non-lethal security procedures and in squad tactics and when deployed are under orders of the Chief of Security and the XO, I assure you doctor no force will be used unless under the proper use of necessary force. The marines are Federation marines not Kilingon warriors they are disciplined, highly trained and are all even if sometimes a rough bunch are good men and women. I suspect if deployed they will set-up and hold an area securing it for the rest of your people and our our guest. I will of course at this point not to the commanding nco of the marines to take proper precautions, doctor will you explain the pathogen and the known risks of exposure?" She defers to the doctor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BetaBonk</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 14:43:02</strong>
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				Day 1 - 1725<br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/BenDuskfire.jpg)</div>Character: CSO Ben Duskfire <br>Location:&nbsp; &nbsp;Chief's meeting <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Haata, CMO <br>Doing:&nbsp; Working <br>Tagging: Haata, Nadami <br><br>Ben Duskfire had only spent time in the doctor's presence once before; he recalled having some difficulty in repressing fantasies of being strapped naked to a bio-bed while receiving a shockingly thorough examination from him.&nbsp; He had been prepared to steel himself against the CMO's Deltan influence during the meeting, but when Nadami responded to his statement on security, Duskfire found something far more effective to help him resist the doctor's aura.<br><br>Dr. Nadami was compassionate, yes, but also an idealist.&nbsp; And idealism was something Duskfire could not respect.&nbsp; He had grown up an effeminate teenager among the shipyards of Mars; as a young officer, he had seen educated men and women reduced to mindless motes of panic -- idealism was one illusion he had been relieved of long ago.<br><br>He was on the verge of firing back at the doctor when the Master Chief parried with her own statement of authority.<br><br>Duskifre nodded at her, "Thank you, Chief.&nbsp; I am confident that Security will perform their duties admirably..."<br>He looked at the doctor with the faintest trace of a grin playing on his lips, "and I'm quite sure they remember where the 'stun' setting is."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 22:22:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1831 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Officer's Mess</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Dinner with the CMO</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>O'Connor gave a slightly sly smile when Nadami thanked her for joining her.&nbsp; "Yes, well, it was about time that I had dinner elsewhere than my quarters.&nbsp; I look forward to your concoction, though I have to admit that I would never have thought of the stodgy Vulcan's as having any cuisine that was pleasurable, given their pension for everything logical.&nbsp; I would almost expect them to take a pill that provided for all their essential nutrients."&nbsp; Her smile got a bit bigger at her little joke.&nbsp; <br><br>A snicker then escaped her lips before she heard Nadami's concern over his meal.&nbsp; "Take your time.&nbsp; I'll just do a bit of work."&nbsp; She pulled out a PADD and started reviewing some documents on the Obi VI situation.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 02:09:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.eftekasat.net/pmg/pix_edadasastew/3841/Jewel_Staite_-_Glenn_Campbell_Photoshoot_011.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0900 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Lt. Commander Caitlin Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Engineering -&gt; Transporter Room 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>The Captain &amp; Bridge Crew</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Meeting Dr. Nuress</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>All</td></tr></tbody></table><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Doctor Nadami, Commander Wade.&nbsp; Please meet me at transporter room one.&nbsp; O'Connor out."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Lt. Commander Wade had her arms deep into one of the main engineering consoles as the call came in.&nbsp; She pulled her arms out and moved over to the wall....hitting the button to respond.&nbsp; "Aye Captain....be there momentarily."<br><br>She called over one of her junior officers to finish what she was doing....then headed for the Transporter Room as the Captain had requested.&nbsp; She tugged down her uniform jacket as she stepped into the TurboLift and headed up to to where she'd been ordered.&nbsp; As the lift rose, she brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes.&nbsp; It seemed that Caitlin would have to visit the ship's barber soon.&nbsp; Granted, it was less a barber shop and more a salon....but tradition called it such.&nbsp; Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a barrette and pulled her long brown hair back to secure it.&nbsp; A moment later, the lift stopped and she stepped out into the hall outside the Transporter Room.&nbsp; The doors opened as she approached and found herself in the room by herself with the transporter chief.&nbsp; <br><br>"Chief...have we received the coordinates from Starbase 9? As soon as the Captain arrives....we'll want to bring our passenger over."<br><br>The transporter chief looked up from his console and nodded, "Yes, Commander.&nbsp; We're ready to go."<br><br>"Good. Thank you Chief.&nbsp; I'm sure Captain O'Conner and the others will be here momentarily."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 19:01:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/L_%281%29.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0900 hours</strong><br><br><strong>Character name:</strong> Commander Kesi Oyana<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bridge<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> On the Bridge!<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ben Duskfire, Captain O'Connor, Bridge Crew<br><br><hr><br>Her closet had been rather bare that day, she could blame the ship's laundry, but in fact she had been a bit to lazy to put her uniform from the other day into the clothing chute. The red mini-dress she wore -was- a regulation uniform. It fit her long and lean figure snugly, the large open collar displaying generous amounts of chocolate brown skin. The short skirt showcased long, toned legs ended in tall, black boots. The golden braiding around the sleeves standing out in stark contrast from the deep red of the uniform itself. Her position as tactical officer putting her in the 'ships operations' red... Not that she minded, red looked much better on her, so she thought.<br><br>She turned towards the command 'pit' as she heard the Captain call her name. Thick, full lips purse for a moment in thought.<br><br>"Is it just me or did it seem like they were -very- eager to hand off Doctor Nuress to us?" She asks. "Well more than eager more like someone holding a hot potato ready to pass it to the next unfortunate victim?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BetaBonk</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 20:32:05</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 - 0900</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/BenDuskfire.jpg)</div>Character: CSO Ben Duskfire <br>Location:&nbsp; &nbsp;Bridge <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Captain &amp; bridge crew <br>Doing:&nbsp; Working <br>Tagging: Oyana, open<br><br>Ben swiveled his chair around, feeling quite curious to meet this doctor.&nbsp; His research indicated only a brilliant and driven mind... but lately all he had heard from those who spoke with her was how cute she was.&nbsp; No problem; 'cute' was one thing Duskfire could handle easily -- unless it was on bunnies.<br><br>Looking over at the XO, he had to admit she did look good in the old-fashioned uniforms.<br><br>"I think you've got that right, Commander.&nbsp; Let's go stick a fork in our potato, shall we?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 03:05:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0905 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Transporter Room 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Bridge Crew</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Meeting Doctor Nuress</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>bridge crew, Doortje (at teleporter one) open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>O'Connor had to admit that she had the same misgivings that her XO and CSO voiced.&nbsp; <em>What exactly have we gotten ourselves into here?</em>&nbsp; As they took the turbolift, O'Connor cast a skeptical glance at her XO's legs in the old fashioned uniform.&nbsp; O'Connor had to admit that the old uniform fit Oyana well but O'Connor could not understand why one would want to be attached to the past.&nbsp; Also, was not such a uniform just there to tease the men?&nbsp; It was not a uniform of uniformity. O'Connor concluded it was a distraction and took her glaze back.&nbsp; One day, perhaps she and Oyana would discuss it but today was not the day.<br><br>O'Connor entered the teleporter room with her entourage.&nbsp; She smiled at her Chief Engineer and asked Wade, "You ready for this?&nbsp; Energize."<br><br>Appearing nearly instantaneously, was Doctor Susan Nuress and her team, Doctors Rob Bowman, Maurice Hurley, Jaron Summers and Jon Povill appeared on the transporter pad.&nbsp; Another female, approximately five foot six with brunette hair and wide brown eyes appeared but whoever she was, was anyone's guess.&nbsp; When Nuress appeared, she was pointing her finger at someone that wasn't there and the shrill words of "You tell her to beam me directly to sickbay.&nbsp; No time for formalities."<br><br>Doctor Nuress stood no taller than O'Connor but she contained a fierceness within her soul that made her seem much larger than she was.<br><br>Without a shred of embarrassment, Nuress looked at O'Connor and all of those assembled.&nbsp; She told the group, "I'm Doctor Susan Nuress.&nbsp; Rob Bowman, Maurice Hurley, Jaron Summers, and Jon Povill are my assistance.&nbsp; Apparently StarFleet felt that I needed a coordinator.&nbsp; That's Miss Elisha Rose.&nbsp; She will take care of our needs."<br><br>Elisha Rose spoke in a soft, almost musical voice, "Captain O'Connor, it is nice to meet all of you.&nbsp; StarFleet has ordered that Doctor Nuress' needs are a priority and she is to have total cooperation."<br><br>O'Connor looked at Nuress, furrowing her brows, voicing the displeasure that she could not and told her, "Of course we will cooperate and assist in any way that you need, Doctor Nuress.&nbsp; I have brought all my Chiefs here for you.&nbsp; Chief Science Officer, Commander Ben Duskfire; Chief Engineering Officer, Commander Caitlin Wade; my Executive Officer, Commander Kesi Oyana; and our Chief Medical Officer, Commander Aono Tsayafa Nadami."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 03:16:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Pretty_Women_In_The_Workplace_zpsf1ec314f.jpeg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0905 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Doctor Susan Nuress</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Transporter Room 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Bridge Crew</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Moving toward Sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire, Wade and bridge crew</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Doctor Nuress looked over at Nadami, "Yes, your doctor and I have already met.&nbsp; Show me to sickbay now, doctor.&nbsp; Did you get the containment field up as I suggested?"&nbsp; She paused for a few moments before continuing, "Dusksmoke, was it?&nbsp; Wade, and Nady, you're with me.&nbsp; Come to sickbay."<br><br>She waved her arm at her assistants and said, "Much to do."<br><br>Nuress didn't wait as she left the teleporter, expecting Nadami to lead the way.&nbsp; Remaining in the room was Elisha Rose who apologized for Doctor Nuress.&nbsp; "You must forgive her, Captain.&nbsp; She is under a lot of pressure.&nbsp; Would you mind if I had a tour of the ship so I could see its capabilities first hand?"<br><br>O'Connor nodded.&nbsp; "I'll leave you in the capable hands of Commander Oyana.&nbsp; If you need me, I will be on the bridge."&nbsp; With that, O'Connor turned on her heals and left.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 04:10:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.eftekasat.net/pmg/pix_edadasastew/3841/Jewel_Staite_-_Glenn_Campbell_Photoshoot_011.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0900 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Lt. Commander Caitlin Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Transporter Room 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nuress, Entourage, "Dusksmoke,and Nady" </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Heading towards Sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nuress specifically, All</td></tr></tbody></table><br><em>Well...at least she got my name right,</em> Caitlin thought.&nbsp; <em>Thank God for small miracles.</em><br><br>She'd always despised Primadonnas.&nbsp; Caitlin herself had enough in her Starfleet Record that she was able to crow a bit too....but she didn't.&nbsp; That wasn't her way.&nbsp; This was a team....and there's no 'I' in team (granted there was a 'me' in team....but that didn't quite get the point across).&nbsp; In order for a Team to function, all the members had to be able to work together....and those whom thought they were better than everyone else made it difficult for a team to function together as they needed. <br><br>Regardless, Wade fell into step behind the rampaging Doctor along with Duskfire, Nadami and the rest of Nuress' entourage.&nbsp; This...all of this....had the makings of a very, very long mission.&nbsp; Anyway...it was time to speak up and see what this woman wanted from her and her Engineers. "Doctor....would you care to let me know what you'll be needing from Engineering?&nbsp; That way I can get my Engineers moving."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BetaBonk</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 14:19:01</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 - 0905</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/BenDuskfire.jpg)</div>Character: CSO Ben Duskfire <br>Location:&nbsp; &nbsp;Transporter Room 1 <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; bridge crew &amp; Nuress' circus<br>Doing:&nbsp; following Her Majesty <br>Tagging: open <br><br>Ben Duskfire said nothing, but grinned unabashedly at Dr. Nuress' behavior.&nbsp; She was imperious in a way that suggested she had been raised among a noble aristocracy -- or had secret fantasies of being such.&nbsp; He wondered for a moment if such egocentrism would be a help or hindrance in her work for a cure.<br><br>He decided at that moment how to deal with her... naturally, he would do all in his power to assist her in this work.&nbsp; But he would also be bluntly honest with her, should she be foolish enough to ask his opinion -- which he quite frankly did not expect her to do.&nbsp; She gave the impression of not really caring about any opinions other than her own.&nbsp; Although Duskfire did wish for a moment that she would start sparring with Nadami -- who had just as much drive, but all the compassion that she lacked -- that promised to be a spectacle that he would enjoy immensely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 15:18:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Pretty_Women_In_The_Workplace_zpsf1ec314f.jpeg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0906 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Doctor Susan Nuress</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>En route to sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire, Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Moving toward Sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire, Wade</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Doctor Nuress gave a small smile at Commander Wade.&nbsp; <em>Ah, she gets it!&nbsp; Finally, someone that understands the importance of what I am doing.</em>&nbsp; "Commander Wade," she started politely, "I assume that your doctor did as I said and set up a containment field around all of sick bay.&nbsp; However, what we're dealing with is particularly adaptive and resistant.&nbsp; I would like you to strengthen the containment field such that not even a quark can get out.&nbsp; I would then like you to set another containment field a meter out encircling the first.&nbsp; I cannot risk exposure to your ship.&nbsp; The last thing either of us would want is for an epidemic to hit this ship before I find a cure, right?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 19:01:23</strong>
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				<br><strong>Day 1</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td> Lieutenant Shrass Athrun</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Leaving the AStrometrics Lab</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Sophie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Striking up a conversationt</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Sophie, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A tall, sleek Andorian glanced away from the sensor station in the astrometrics lab as a human girl glanced inside for the third time.&nbsp; Fit and beautiful, she wore a security uniform, and he found himself smiling in admiration.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The andorian quickly entered the last readings he had to take and sent them off to the people who were checking the calibration on the navigational sensors, then slipped out the door after her.&nbsp; When the girl paused outside to look around, he touched her gently on the soldier behind.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Good afternoon, Ensing.”&nbsp; He was a tall man, maybe six three, at least fit, perhaps quite strong, it was hard to say under the uniform.&nbsp; In the ‘heat’ of the 69 degree corridor, he left his jacket open when he could, and the tight shirt underneath hinted at the second.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“My name’s Shras Athrun.&nbsp; I’m pretty new here, but maybe I can help you?&nbsp; You looked lost, or maybe you were trying to find someone?”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His pips showed a junior lieutenant.&nbsp; Along with the regulation uniform he wore an andorian ice axe adapted for dueling in a sheath behind his back.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 20:18:26</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 - 0907</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; En route to Sickbay<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Duskfire, Wade, Nuress<br>Doing:&nbsp; Trying to be charming on very little sleep<br>Tagging: open<br><br>Nadami had been relieved that nobody seemed to notice how pale and weary he looked on arriving at transporter room one. He doesn't cope well with sleepless nights, and the one he just passed -- partly from indigestion from that ill-begotten stew, partly from constant turning-over of the Obi VI plague and its related issues in his mind -- was particularly nasty. He's trying to be cheerful but not feeling at his most talkative as they move toward sickbay. <br><br>Nuress' imperious manner is no surprise given what he saw of her the day before. But he can't help but find his mouth quirking at the request for a second containment field around sickbay. "If Commander Wade can meet the needed power requirements," he replies, looking a question across at his lovely colleague. "I don't see why it can't be done. Of course, concerns about containing the organism would be even easier to address by using a planet-side ops centre... but I'm sure you have your reasons."<br><br>He winces inwardly even as the words leave his mouth. <em>You weren't going to say anything, Tsayafa.</em> If Nuress is the personally prideful type, he's just seriously put his foot in it.<br><br>Hurrying on, he hands a PADD to one of Nuress' entourage: "This is the full summary of sickbay status and preparations, and of my own people's research findings. We have a biologist aboard who came up with an interesting line of speculation yesterday. I'm sure most of it will be old news to you, but I want to bring all our available talents to bear on the problem as quickly as possible. Let me know if there's anything else you'd like to see, Dr. Nuress... I'm at your service."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 22:24:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Pretty_Women_In_The_Workplace_zpsf1ec314f.jpeg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0907 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Doctor Susan Nuress</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>En route to sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire, Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Moving toward Sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire, Wade</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br><br>When Doctor Nadami mentioned using a planet-side operations center, Doctor Nuress' assistants instinctively moved to the sides of the corridor to avoid the imminent onslaught.&nbsp; Doctor Nuress turned on her heel and faced Nadami with a very dangerously pleasant smile.&nbsp; In a soft, cool voice that rang with warning to anyone that dare interfere with the oncoming "conversation," she told Nadami, "First, Doctor Nadi, this is not an organism.&nbsp; It is a virus.&nbsp; If you had read up on my notes, you would know that.&nbsp; Second, we will be using a planet-side operations center but not until we reach Obi VI.&nbsp; We have been doing our research and testing via communications until we could get there.&nbsp; Now, should you have any further concerns, Doctor Nadi, please send them to Miss Rose.&nbsp; If I have any need for you, I'll be sure to let someone know."<br><br>Concluding her statement, she continued her smile defiantly, as if challenging Nadami to defy her so she could exert her authority and tell him more directly to take a long walk off a short pier.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 00:30:50</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 - 0908</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; En route to Sickbay<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Duskfire, Wade, Nuress<br>Doing:&nbsp; Failing to be charming on very little sleep<br>Tagging: open<br><br>Nadami beams faux-warmly back at her as if she were in the process of complimenting him for his purity of spirit and appreciation of the arts. Inside he's groaning at his misstep... <em>Idiot.</em> But he declines to shrink from her. "Do forgive a small slip of the tongue," he replies as smoothly as he can. "I had actually meant to say 'infection.' Since we're all working hard, I know fatigue can sometimes get in the way of word choice... or, say, one's ability to pronounce names. It's perfectly understandable. You can judge my familiarity with your research from the material I've provided your staff."<br><br>"I <em>am</em> glad to have more precise information on what you're planning to use and when," he adds. "That's helpful. I expect you and your staff will continue to be similarly forthcoming during the course of this mission, so that we can keep misunderstandings to a minimum." Smiling at her attempted dismissal, he adds: "I will of course be present in Sickbay to monitor adherence to procedure per my duties as CMO of this vessel, so I'm afraid you're not rid of me just yet. The good news is that if you need anything, you'll have me directly at your beck and call. I want you to feel completely welcome here."<br><br>He would feel rather more proud of this response if his stomach wasn't still churning in protest at last night's dinner. But he keeps his expression as smooth as he can manage as he gestures down the corridor as if to say: <em>shall we continue?</em> Since he's blundered into the waters now he might as well test out them out: when Nuress' pride clashes with the pragmatic requirements of the mission, which one will win?
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 01:13:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.eftekasat.net/pmg/pix_edadasastew/3841/Jewel_Staite_-_Glenn_Campbell_Photoshoot_011.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0900 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Lt. Commander Caitlin Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Transporter Room 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nuress, Entourage, "Dusksmoke,and Nady" </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Heading towards Sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nuress specifically, All</td></tr></tbody></table><br>"A quark, huh?" Wade said to herself. Her mind was already running the power output computations.....then couldn't help but smirk slightly.&nbsp; Her smirk threatened to grow much larger as the Doctors started to spar in the middle of the corridor.&nbsp; She quickly stifled it.&nbsp; "I don't see why I can't accommodate your request as to the field strength.&nbsp; It wouldn't be a good idea to try to bring those fields online while we're still underway....I'll need to tap into the Warp Core to generate the required amount of power."<br><br>Caitlin let that sink in for a moment....then dropped the bomb.&nbsp; "You should also keep in mind that whatever is inside the containment field will have to stay inside the containment field for as long as it's operational.&nbsp; That includes you, Doctor Nuress....and anyone else who's working with you.&nbsp; I'll make sure to give you plenty of room...and maybe a safety barrier if I can swing it....but a force field powerful enough to do as you ask will not react well with your suit or your person.&nbsp; And you'll have to wear EVA suits as well.&nbsp; Air supply will be an issue."<br><br>Inwardly she wondered if Dr. Nadami would be joining Nuress inside the containment field.&nbsp; That could lead to some very interesting times in Sickbay.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 01:46:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Pretty_Women_In_The_Workplace_zpsf1ec314f.jpeg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0908 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Doctor Susan Nuress</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>En route to sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire, Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Moving toward Sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire, Wade</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Doctor Nuress' smile cracked a bit at Nadami's insistence that he be in sickbay.&nbsp; "Perhaps you misunderstood Starfleet's orders.&nbsp; You're under my orders and are here at my discretion for the duration of this trip.&nbsp; If you insist on being in sickbay for your routine matters as opposed to an emergency locale, that is simply your choice and probably a waste of ship resources but I would expect nothing less from someone of your background," she replied with some innuendo.<br><br>Turning back to Wade, Nuress nodded understandingly.&nbsp; There was no sign that Wade's "bomb" bothered Nuress in the least.&nbsp; In fact, it seemed to relieve her. With grim determination, Nuress replied, "I have no problem not leaving sickbay.&nbsp; If I need anything, I know how to use a comm port, as does my team.&nbsp; You seem competent, Commander Wade.&nbsp; I will trust that you will do everything to effectuate the greatest amount of safety with the greatest amount of convenience."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 02:32:05</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 - 0908</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; En route to Sickbay<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Duskfire, Wade, Nuress<br>Doing:&nbsp; Throwing himself directly into the bear trap<br>Tagging: open<br><br><em>You should back down, Tsayafa.</em> He repeats it to himself. Improvising a reason to be inside the containment field with her team may be technically within his purview, but it certainly wasn't his plan. <em>What were you just telling yourself about pride, and the requirements of the mission? You should back down.</em><br><br>"Starfleet's orders are that I support your mission as the <em>Phoenix</em>'s CMO to the best of my ability," he hears himself say. "My people are more than capable of handling the routine business of sickbay while I provide you with my full attention in this emergency. It's the least I can do." Smiling fiercely, he adds: "And I'm delighted that my background's come to your attention after all. Here you almost had me convinced otherwise..."<br><br>Nodding to Lt. Commander Wade: "Thanks for the support from Engineering, Commander." And leading the way toward sickbay, he curses his pride with every step. <em>Idiot. Moron. You've just locked yourself up with this obnoxious woman for the gods-know-how-long on account of your temper. Are you happy now?</em><br><br>But in the back of his mind, a series of speculations related to the Obi VI plague are running themselves as they'd done nonstop since his head had hit the pillow last night. And he wonders if he ever really, in his heart of hearts, planned on doing anything else. <em>Not exactly the plan I outlined for the Captain, though... I'll have to hope she understands.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 03:02:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/13431d5efcebcc887d827079efd6f14a/tumblr_midmpmJE7E1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Outside Astrometrics</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Lt. Shrass Athrun</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Learning the Layout</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Lt. Arthrun</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Cranial antennae.&nbsp; Hair so white it looked silver against the blue skin.&nbsp; Andorian.&nbsp; Sofie quickly ran through what she knew about them and came up blank except for the fact there were, maybe, four genders and it took all of them to mate.&nbsp; How did that even work?&nbsp; It was hard enough finding just one person you wanted to kiss, but three others?&nbsp; That axe at his belt looked interesting.&nbsp; What was it used for?<br><br>"I'm not lost," she said quickly.&nbsp; "It's just that here is not here," Sofie tapped at the plastic map with a hint of frustration.&nbsp; "Either the map is wrong or the bulkhead numbers are off or they've changed things around since commissioning her.&nbsp; I don't know which and I am trying to make sense of it."&nbsp; <br><br>"And largely failing.&nbsp; Maybe you can help?"&nbsp; She extended the map towards the Andorian.&nbsp; "Ensign Doortje," she added a moment later then looked across at him, her eyes level with his own.&nbsp; At least he wasn't a midget like everyone else on board.&nbsp; And he looked like he knew the gym as a fun place to go and not just something to endure.&nbsp; Sofie tried to remember if Andorians were pound for pound as strong as humans.&nbsp; Sofie moved to stand beside him, their shoulders almost touching.&nbsp; "See, right here-"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 03:53:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/L_%281%29.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0910 hours</strong><br><br><strong>Character name:</strong> Commander Kesi Oyana<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Corridor outside of Transporter room 1<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Watching the 'urination distance contest'<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Captain O'Connor, Open<br><br><hr><br>Well... this was interesting. The 'Doctor' was pretty. The curve of her face, the shape of her body, it was easy to look at, and for a few moment as the new arrivals materialized she caught herself staring rather intently at the shapely and comely young Doctor. It is to bad she seems to have the personality of a compressed singularity, sucking in any sort of fun, joy, or happiness around her and crunching it down into a single atom, all the while spewing out residual radiation of contempt and arrogance. She had kept quiet as the group moved out into the corridor, the doors hissing closed behind them. Leaning towards the shorter, red-headed Captain she speaks in a low voice.<br><br>"I think I am going to go do the annual photon warhead inventory... And let the Doctors exchange fire in peace." She offers, an apologetic look offered towards the Captain, lingering for a moment to wait and see if the Captain disagreed with her hasty retreat from the 'Nuress blast zone'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 05:51:39</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 1840</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Officer's Mess <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Captain O'Connor<br>Doing:&nbsp; Choking down a ruined <em>makhto</em> stew<br>Tagging: Capt. O'Connor<br><br>The plates of blackened, sulfurous, heavily kel-spiced sludge in front of him and the Captain hardly qualify as <em>makhto</em> stew, and he knows it. Still, he's determined to make the best of it. "Ahem," he says, regarding the unappetizing mush in front of him as he sits down across from her. "I, uh, understand that some of the pre-Surakian tribes preferred their <em>makhto</em> slightly singed. I've, ahhh... tried to replicate the effect. So to speak." The words sound unconvincing in his own ears. Smiling wanly, he says: "By way of good faith, I'll take the first bite."<br><br>The combination of rotten sulfurousness and unforgiving spicy heat hits his tastebuds like a blow. Mopping his brow with his napkin, he chews with grim determination. Swallows. Swallows again. <br><br><em>Horrible. Absolutely horrible. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy, damn it all, I could swear I had it right this time...</em> he thinks. "Mmphh... not bad," he says aloud. "Like I said, um... very... complicated flavours. Probably a bit of an acquired taste."<br><br>He's suddenly desperate to distract the Captain before she thinks of following suit and taking a bite. Hurriedly, he reaches over to the table beside them and grabs his PADD, shoving it at her.<br><br>"Anyway, sir, here's the report I promised you. As you can see, we've pulled out all the stops... tried to gather every scrap of data we could find to support Dr. Nuress' work." Tactfully putting down his fork and pushing his plate to the side, he goes on: "I've spoken to Dr. Nuress. A bit of a difficult personality... but driven. She seems to care deeply about the work. My plan is to be as unobtrusive and non-confrontational as I can, occupy myself with normal sickbay duties and leave her to her work. I'm very confident that as long as we're able to focus on our shared objective, we can pull this mission off with no conflict whatsoever."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 04:44:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0910 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Outside Transporter Room 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Oyana, Rose</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Talking to Oyana/Observing Nuress</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Oyana</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>O'Connor looked at Oyana skeptically.&nbsp; "I could have sworn that I asked you to show Miss Rose wherever she desired on her ship tour."<br><br>Elisha Rose nodded at Oyana.&nbsp; "She did," Rose said softly.<br><br>O'Connor sighed, a little relieved but inside she wondered what problem Nuress would be.&nbsp; "Just make sure that when you're done, Commander, that you report back to me."&nbsp; It was clear from O'Connor's tone that she wanted to discuss Nuress, her team and the "accommodations."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 04:47:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Brunette-hair-color-for-2013-1_zpse07b2750.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0910 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Elisha Rose</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Outside Transporter Room 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>O'Connor, Oyana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Waiting to get the ship tour</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Oyana</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Elisha Rose gave a wide smile at Commander Oyana.&nbsp; "Where do you suggest that we start?&nbsp; Would engineering be a good place?&nbsp; After all, Commander Wade seems to be a bit busy with Doctor Nuress and somehow I doubt that I need to hear about every nut and bolt, as engineers seem to be very fond of...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 04:52:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1841 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Officer's Mess</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Dinner with the CMO</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>O'Connor took note of Nadami's behavior and for the moment, said nothing, studying the PADD.&nbsp; "Difficult personality, what do you mean by that doctor?&nbsp; Some would say that I have quite the difficult personality...."&nbsp; She let that statement sit to see what Nadami's reaction would be.&nbsp; "And why would you not assist her, while routine sickbay duties are light or non-existent?&nbsp; Wouldn't that be beneficial to everyone?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 04:58:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Pretty_Women_In_The_Workplace_zpsf1ec314f.jpeg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0908 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Doctor Susan Nuress</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>En route to sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire, Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Moving toward Sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire, Wade</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Nuress smiled harder at the Doctor, as if it was possible.&nbsp; Her eyes, though, were clearly shooting phasers in his direction.&nbsp; Her voice, though, was more pleasant than ever.&nbsp; "I see that you're still unclear on what StarFleet's directives are.&nbsp; StarFleet's directives are essentially that I am in charge while I am here.&nbsp; If you cannot accept that, I will see that you are stuck in the brig for the duration of the trip.&nbsp; After I am gone, you can feel free to continue to practice your inane medicine in your precious sickbay.&nbsp; Capiche?"&nbsp; <br><br>At that moment she turned her back on him and started walking up the corridor and then stopped for a moment and turned back.&nbsp; "You can, however lead me to sickbay.&nbsp; When I need you, I'll call for you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 06:02:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://axiom.ky/xayvian/positions/portraits/CMO-Telsen-1.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0910 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Master Chief Estal Haata</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Around Sick Bay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing: </strong> </td><td>Marine Close Escort Drill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nuress, Anyone</td></tr></tbody></table><hr><br>Chief of the Boat Haata and one squad of marines in full combat dress and environmental suits are practicing a routine escort in force with practice phaser weapons, using a enlisted medic as the guardee. On the other team is a group of security enlisted as "paniced civilians" in a plague security action. <br><br>A group of security in practice harnesses skulks passed the doctor and her escort, pop out and get wasted by practice stun setting the lights on the harnesses going off. The goal is to get to sick bay as they move down the corridor the COB in front and cross the threshhold as the others form a security parameter.<br><br>Coming out she says ,"Good we need to keep practicing if the doctor is at risk its our job to protect her, now go to phaser combat drill and review riot control procedures send the reports to the XO. Hurrah."<br><br>TAG
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BetaBonk</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 14:38:07</strong>
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				Day 2 - 0908<br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/BenDuskfire.jpg)</div>Character: CSO Ben Duskfire <br>Location:&nbsp; &nbsp;Bridge <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Nuress entourage <br>Doing:&nbsp; exasperating<br>Tagging: Nuress, Nadami, open <br><br>Ben Duskfire had indeed been enjoying the exchange of broadsides between the doctors, but his patience had finally snapped.&nbsp; He had been attempting to summon the behavior of his former Vulcan captain in dealing with a personality like the young doctor's... but the memory of his Uncle Joe kept pushing that aside -- the Uncle Joe who by now would have hauled Nuress over his knee and begun paddling her with an iron skillet.<br><br>Duskfire moved closer to Nuress, making every effort to maintain his smile and a soothing tone of voice.<br><br>"Dr. Nuress, you are indeed in charge of the mission to save Obi VI.&nbsp; You are not, however, in charge of this ship.&nbsp; This is <em>our</em> ship.&nbsp; This is our <em>home</em>.&nbsp; You most certainly will not be putting anyone in the brig."<br><br>"Now, if you will summon the fortitude to speak in a more <em>professional</em> manner, we would be delighted escort you to the sick bay and lock you in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 16:43:29</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 - 0909</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; En route to Sickbay<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Duskfire, Wade, Nuress<br>Doing:&nbsp; Turning down the heat... but continuing his folly<br>Tagging: open<br><br>Nadami feels relieved at Duskfire's interjection. He'd been on the verge of subtly daring Nuress to try any such thing... but a blast of cold water on the proceedings is a much better idea. Nodding to the CSO with appreciation, he thinks about using this opportunity to change his decision to lock himself in with her.<br><br>The problem is, the reasoning he'd used earlier actually makes sense. He <em>does</em> have a duty to support her mission, whether she wants him to or not. And he <em>does</em> belong in containment with her team in Sickbay. The idea had come up as a way to annoy her -- and as an echo of something the Captain had said to him the night before -- but it actually is the only way to proceed.<br><br>"I might find I wish she <em>could</em> have thrown me in the brig," he sighs in resignation. "But you'll be locking <em>us</em> in, Commander Duskfire. My decision to work in Sickbay with Doctor Nuress and her team stands." Looking her in the eye, he gestures down the corridor. "You seemed to be in a hurry earlier, Doctor. Have we had quite enough of sparring in the corridor? It's time we get to work."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 16:55:03</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 1842</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Officer's Mess<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Capt. O'Connor<br>Doing:&nbsp; Dinner with the Captain<br>Tagging: O'Connor, open<br><br>"Oh, don't get me wrong, Captain," he smiles, before deciding to attempt another mouthful of the alleged stew. Chewing and swallowing with a little less difficulty this time, he says: "Many of us can be 'difficult' personalities when we're determined to get a thing done, or fighting for something we think is right. You can hardly run a ship efficiently, or a Sickbay for that matter, while being everyone's friend. But Nuress is, I think, that particular kind of personality that has difficulty with people in general, outside her work. Either her work consumes her totally, or her pride in it does... or both." He shrugs. "Such people can be very effective in specialized tasks, I'm betting that's why Starfleet wants her. And of course I'll help her... but I'll have to find a way to do it subtly. Without her perceiving me as pushing myself on her or interfering. Otherwise we could find ourselves in a deadlock that distracts from the mission."<br><br>"Should we try some..." trying to think of something to drown out the vile flavour on his tastebuds, he almost says <em>blood wine</em>, just barely catching himself. "Some <em>vel nor</em>? A kind of Vulcan palm wine, it's supposed to be quite sweet. I'll, um, let the food synthesizers handle this one," he adds with a grimace, making to get up and head over to the synthesizer nook.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 01:52:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Pretty_Women_In_The_Workplace_zpsf1ec314f.jpeg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0909 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Doctor Susan Nuress</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>En route to sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire, Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Moving toward Sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire, Wade</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Nuress faced down Duskfire, her eyes blazing and her smile turning into a sharp growl.&nbsp; Her nose started to wrinkle up as her eyes narrowed.&nbsp; In an extremely dangerous toned voice, Nuress told him, "Now look here, Mr. Dusksmoke, I think you do not realize the situation here.&nbsp; The plasma plague does not care about niceties and you're all to follow my instructions, per StarFleet.&nbsp; If you do not like it, file your complaint with them."<br><br>Then turning to Doctor Nadami, her furor started to show even more, "You will do no such thing.&nbsp; You're in the way.&nbsp; It is *MY* decision who works with me and who does not."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 01:57:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0910 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Outside Transporter Room 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Oyana, Rose</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Talking to Oyana/Observing Nuress</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Oyana</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Having finished with Oyana and Rose and allowing them to get on their tour, O'Connor walked slightly up the corridor to see and hear a sight that she had hoped would not develop, despite her doctor's warnings to the contrary.<br><br>O'Connor's face started to pinken a bit as she looked at the scene and asked, "Commanders, do you care to explain to me what the problem seems to be?"&nbsp; O'Connor's nostrils seemed to widen a bit as she breathed and waited for an answer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 03:13:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1843 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Officer's Mess</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Dinner with the CMO</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>O'Connor laughed at that.&nbsp; "Doctor, do you suddenly think we're on an Excelsior?&nbsp; The food synthesizers can't do that.&nbsp; Besides, as I understand it, the replicators on the Excelsiors only produce synthahol.&nbsp; Now what's the point in that?&nbsp; If you can't get good and drunk, why drink alcohol at all?&nbsp; You need to feel the drink.&nbsp; Do you understand that, doctor?"<br><br>She paused for a moment and asked, "Would you prefer that I punch up something from the synthesizers?&nbsp; The way you're acting, it seems to tell me that your meal didn't cook as planned."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BetaBonk</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 15:00:22</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 - 0910</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/BenDuskfire.jpg)</div>Character: CSO Ben Duskfire <br>Location:&nbsp; &nbsp;enroute to sickbay <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp;Nuress entourage<br>Doing:&nbsp; despairing <br>Tagging: Captain, Nuress, open<br><br>Ben Duskfire found it remarkably easy to remain calm in the face of the young doctor's "wrath".&nbsp; To him, she was no more than a mewling toddler now -- he had lost all respect for her in a matter of seconds.&nbsp; He was also becoming suspicious of her intellectual ability and was already forming a plan of using his free time to investigate how much of her published work was truly original.<br><br>Doing his best not to sound sarcastic, he addressed O'Connor, "It's quite simple, Captain.&nbsp; Dr. Nuress is just establishing that she is the ultimate command rank authority on this ship."<br><br>He turned back to Nuress and spoke pleasantly but bluntly, "If you really do want all that authority, you should learn to wield it responsibly.&nbsp; It is more than just threatening people, you know."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 16:42:01</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 - 0911</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; En route to Sickbay<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Duskfire, Wade, Nuress &amp; the Nuress-ettes, O'Connor <br>Doing:&nbsp; Chagrin<br>Tagging: open<br><br>Nadami nods a tacit agreement with Duskfire, turning back to O'Connor. "Either Dr. Nuress is confused about the extent of her authority," he adds. "Or we are, sir. Perhaps it's for the best that it's come up right away." <br><br>"Would you care to join us on the walk to Sickbay and clarify? On direct acquaintance with Dr. Nuress, I have decided to monitor her team's work in Sickbay and provide them my direct assistance after all." He grimaces in acknowledgement of his "non-confrontational" plan having gone up in smoke so quickly. "She seems to have... mixed feelings about this."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>09-03-2013, 02:20:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0911 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Outside Transporter Room 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Oyana, Rose</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Talking to Oyana/Observing Nuress</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Oyana</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>O'Connor looked at her senior officers and said, "When it comes to anything relating to her mission, Starfleet has said that she is in charge."<br><br>Nuress smiled viciously at Nadami and Duskfire, after O'Connor confirmed what she knew.&nbsp; "That is correct.&nbsp; And I do not want Doctor Nadami in Sickbay for the duration.&nbsp; I want a sterile work environment.&nbsp; As I reasonably suggested, he could set up a temporary sickbay elsewhere."<br><br>O'Connor, now understanding why Nadami was upset said to Duskfire and Nadami, "Perhaps we should have a chat and let Doctor Nuress get to her research?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BetaBonk</strong> on <strong>09-03-2013, 19:12:55</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 - 0911</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/BenDuskfire.jpg)</div>Character: CSO Ben Duskfire <br>Location:&nbsp; &nbsp;en route to sickbay <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Nuress entourage <br>Doing:&nbsp; still despairing <br>Tagging: Captain, Nadami, open <br><br>Ben Duskfire felt just the tiniest twinge of disappointment -- not for his own sake, but for the captain's. He also felt his respect for his own captain come down half a notch.&nbsp; Still, it was just half a notch -- no harm done yet to his sense of duty.<br><br>"Of course, captain," Duskfire turned to Nadami, "Perhaps it's best to let Engineer Wade escort the party to sickbay.&nbsp; She's most qualified to handle the 'locking in' part in any case."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 08:55:58</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 1845</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Officer's Mess<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Capt. O'Connor<br>Doing:&nbsp; Dinner with the Captain<br>Tagging: O'Connor, open<br><br>"I was sure I had a Vulcan cuisine programming card around here somewhere," he says. "You don't need a 'replicator' to program a few alien drinks... though of course it won't be quite like the real thing. But you have a point," he concedes. "One <em>should</em> feel the drink. It's an integral part of the experience." <em>Perhaps I'll invite you around for a glass of blood wine,</em> he thinks. <em>When we know each other a little better.</em> After musing a bit, he says, "Maybe just a glass of water then."<br><br>"As for the stew," he admits in response to her latter point as he comes back to the table. "I have to confess that as Ship's Surgeon, I can't recommend that you eat it. I'll finish mine... but strictly in penance for my sins."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 08:59:07</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 - 0911</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; En route to Sickbay<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Duskfire, Wade, Nuress &amp; the Nuress-ettes, O'Connor <br>Doing:&nbsp; A sort of curious anticipation<br>Tagging: open<br><br>Nadami returns Nuress' poisonous smile with a sweet one of his own. By now he's sure he doesn't have to say aloud: <em>I'll be seeing you soon.</em> She'll be able to read the sentiment in his face. He very much doubts O'Connor is caving in the way she's allowed Nuress to think she is.<br><br>"Lead the way, Captain," he says. To Commander Wade, he gives a nod and a smile of rueful apology. "Commander... best of luck to you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 19:18:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.eftekasat.net/pmg/pix_edadasastew/3841/Jewel_Staite_-_Glenn_Campbell_Photoshoot_011.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0900 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Lt. Commander Caitlin Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Transporter Room 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nuress, Entourage</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Heading towards Sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nuress specifically, All</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br>Caitlin sagged ever so slightly.....it was always the Engineers that had to clean up the messes everyone else made.&nbsp; The Doctor and the ship's Science Officer had gotten this bitch of a woman all riled up...and now SHE had to deal with it.&nbsp; Lovely.&nbsp; Still....it would be somewhat satisfying to snap the forcefield closed and leave the woman to her own devices.&nbsp; <br><br>As much as she enjoyed the company of her own sex in more ways that one....there wasn't enough Gold Pressed Latinum in the Alpha Quadrant that would convince her to spend any more time with Nuress than she absolutely had to.&nbsp; "Very well.....let's go get you settled in, Doctor. I won't be able to set up the fields Sickbay....I'll have to do that directly from Engineering.....but I'll at least get you there.&nbsp; I'll call in once I have the fields ready to go to let you know where it will be."<br><br>Spotting a comm panel on the wall, Wade stepped over and activated it.&nbsp; "Wade to Quartermaster; please have 6 EVA suits taken out of storage and sent to Sickbay immediately.&nbsp; Also make certain you bring a pair of Recharging Units."<br><br>Once the call was acknowledged, Wade looked at the prima donna Doctor and her band of tortured souls then headed down the hallway.&nbsp; <em>Best to get this out of the way.</em>&nbsp; It took only a few more minutes to walk the length of G Deck.&nbsp; When the doors parted allowing them into Sickbay, Wade stepped inside and took a look around.&nbsp; On a ship as large as the Phoenix, Sickbay was necessarily large.&nbsp; Caitlin took in the complex and came up with a decision:&nbsp; "Ok Doctor....I will erect the containment field to encompass this half of sickbay along with both the BioChemistry and Pathology Labs.&nbsp; That will be your workspace for the duration...so I suggest you get your equipment set up in that area or else you won't have access to it."<br><br>She was about to talk about the EVA suits....when several of the Enlisted Crew came through the door toting the suits and the recharging units.&nbsp; "If you've never worn a Starfleet Standard Extra Vehicular Activity Suit...you're in for some fun.&nbsp; The crewmen here will get you situated in that regard....how to put the suits on...how all of the various functions work.....how to recharge them.&nbsp; Above all else, DO NOT break the seals on your suits while you are inside the field.&nbsp; These suits are fairly bulky....but do allow for a complete range of motion without reducing dexterity too much.&nbsp; Just as you would in Level 4 Biosafety lab....all of your movements will want to be very deliberate and slow.&nbsp; Once your work is complete, I will be able to sterilize the interior of the field in order to release you....but I'm sure you'd prefer I didn't kill anything you have to work on.&nbsp; After all...that's your job."&nbsp; The Chief Engineer continued speaking as she made for the door, "As I said...the crewmen will take good care of you.&nbsp; As soon as we drop out of Warp in orbit of the planet I'll be able to erect the containment field so you can begin your work.&nbsp; I will make sure you I let you know before I do.&nbsp; Till then....I need to get down to Engineering and get things underway."<br><br>With her final word, the doors to Sickbay shut in front of her....denying Nuress any chance at keeping her there any longer.&nbsp; <br><br>Two of the crewmen who brought the equipment looked at each other for a moment....then started unpacking the suits.&nbsp; A third began getting the Recharging Units setup.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ok Doctors....I'm Chief Petty Officer Eric Micheals.&nbsp; Who's worn one of these before?" he asked, holding up the chest portion of suit. "It's not too bad.....but it will take some getting used to."<br><br>------------------<br><br>Wade strode into Engineering again, a woman on a mission.&nbsp; "Everyone.....front and center! Briefing time!"&nbsp; Her voice rang off all of the hard surfaces in the Engineering spaces. From many years in such places she knew her voice would carry to every part of it to one degree or another.&nbsp; After a few minutes, everyone on Alpha Shift was standing in front of her near the Warp Core.&nbsp; "Ok people....this is the deal.&nbsp; Stafleet has sent the Phoenix to shuttle an urgently needed medical team to the planet Obi VI.&nbsp; Apparently there are a lot of very sick people there.&nbsp; The lead Doctor has asked that we provide her with a bio-containment field inside Sickbay.&nbsp; This is a really bad bug....so we're going to be pumping a LOT of power into that field.&nbsp; Absolutely nothing in....Absolutely nothing out.&nbsp; Once we drop out of Warp and enter orbit....we'll be tapping the Warp Core to power the field.&nbsp; &nbsp;So this is what I need:&nbsp; Lieutenant Jennings....pick five engineers.&nbsp; Your team will get up to Sickbay and make sure the Field Emitters around the BioChemistry and Pathology Labs will be able to handle the increased power output.&nbsp; Right now I'm thinking somewhere in the range of ten to twelve Terrawatts.&nbsp; We'll actually be generating multiple fields.&nbsp; The primary field will hold the most power....then another barrier field about a half a meter inside to keep the Doctors from walking into the primary field and breaching suit or losing a body part.&nbsp; &nbsp;Lieutenant April.....your assignment is power feed.&nbsp; The EPS conduits leading into Sickbay can already handle a lot of power....but we need to make sure every centimeter between here and there can hack it.&nbsp; That means multiple, redundant load paths.&nbsp; I want each one to be able to handle the entire feed by itself....but divide the power between them for normal operation.&nbsp; Once they crack the seal on this bug....we cannot have any sort of power failure even though Sickbay itself will be sealed as well under quarantine conditions.&nbsp; The rest of you.....we'll be here getting ready to divert power from the Core.&nbsp; We've got a few hours here.....so let's get a move on and make sure everyone remembers why they call US the miracle workers."<br><br>As soon as she stopped speaking&nbsp; Jennings and April grabbed their teams and their tools and took off....the rest of her department mobilizing to get their various jobs done in support of the power diversion.&nbsp; They were all excellent Engineers....and didn't need her to tell them each and every step.&nbsp; As soon as the ship hit orbit...they would be ready to go.&nbsp; There wasn't a doubt in her mind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 02:21:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/L_%281%29.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0925 hours</strong><br><br><strong>Character name:</strong> Commander Kesi Oyana<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Corridor outside of Transporter room 1<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Watching the 'urination distance contest'<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miss Rose, Open<br><br><hr><br>It could have been worse, she could have had to deal with the beautiful but very, very ill-tempered Doctor. Escorting her far more placid assistant was far easier on the ears, and the nerves. She stood stoically as the turbolift carried them to their destination, the suggestion to start in Main Engineering seemed as good a place as any to start. As the 'lift stops she extends an arm, garbed in the bright red of her uniform to hold the door open for the Civilian passenger before exiting herself.<br><br>"This deck houses main engineering, the engineering room itself occupies two decks and is centered around where the horizontal and vertical intermix conduits meet." She offers as she motions towards one of the hallways.<br><br>"Further aft there are also the engineering support sections, cargo bays, and if you continue further aft the Shuttle bay control deck."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 02:06:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0915 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Conference Room 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Interrogating the Chiefs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>O'Connor led Nadami and Duskfire to a conference room on the D Deck.&nbsp; Although she was only a mere five feet tall, when she spoke in her forceful tone, she seemed to grow in size.&nbsp; Her commanding prowess asserted itself as she demanded, "What do the two of you think you were doing back there?&nbsp; Do you want to get written up?&nbsp; Are you trying to get us all in trouble?&nbsp; Explain yourselves."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 02:24:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Pretty_Women_In_The_Workplace_zpsf1ec314f.jpeg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0909 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Doctor Susan Nuress</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Wade, Haata and marines</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Organizing Sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Haata, Wade</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Nuress nodded at Wade's instructions and told her, "I suppose we could do without the patient section of sickbay.&nbsp; Do the best you can.&nbsp; We need absolute top security for everyone's safety."<br><br>Nuress brushed off the instructions on the EVA suits as she moved towards the outside of sickbay and looking outside at a drill, exclaimed at Haata, "And what in God's name do you think that you're doing here?&nbsp; This area is supposed to be cordoned off."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BetaBonk</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 02:34:49</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 - 0915</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/BenDuskfire.jpg)</div>Character: CSO Ben Duskfire <br>Location:&nbsp; &nbsp;Conference Room 1 <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Captain &amp; Nadami <br>Doing:&nbsp; 'splaining <br>Tagging: Captain, Nadami<br><br>Ben Duskfire had anticipated -- albeit reluctantly -- such a reaction and was entirely unruffled by the captain's grilling.<br><br>"Captain, if I may... the issue here isn't just some pecking-order thing or territorialism.&nbsp; The real issue, at least for me, is the woman's immaturity and overconfidence.&nbsp; How did the admiral put it... millions of lives depending on us?&nbsp; With Dr. Nuress sealed away in isolation, there is no way anyone has of overseeing, evaluating, or -- more importantly -- <em>contributing</em> to her work and the mission."<br><br>"Of course that doesn't mean she can't succeed on her own... but it does mean that the whole 'weight of Starfleet resources' devoted to the pandemic amounts to... Dr. Nuress, her team, and one sickbay.&nbsp; I hardly think that is our best effort.&nbsp; I can't believe that the people of Obi VI are best served by us all bowing to her egocentric whims."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 02:46:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Brunette-hair-color-for-2013-1_zpse07b2750.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0925 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Elisha Rose</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Engineering</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Oyana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Ship tour</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Oyana, Wade</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Elisha Rose looked all around, seeming a tad overwhelmed by the information that she was being provided.&nbsp; She nodded a bit and then asked in a sweet voice, "So, where's the warp core, if I may ask?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 03:15:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/L_%281%29.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0925 hours</strong><br><br><strong>Character name:</strong> Commander Kesi Oyana<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Corridor outside of Transporter room 1<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Watching the 'urination distance contest'<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miss Rose, Open<br><br><hr><br>Moving down the hallway she motions towards a large open double door, beyond the multi-deck cavernous main engineering room could be seen. "If you will go right though here you will notice the large glowing conduit, that is the warp core. The horizontal conduit coming off of it heading aft feeds into the warp engines."<br><br>Stepping into the engine room she allows her 'touree' a chance to look around.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 03:24:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Brunette-hair-color-for-2013-1_zpse07b2750.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0925 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Elisha Rose</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Engineering</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Oyana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Ship tour</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Oyana, Wade</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Elisha Rose seemed rather interested in the warp core and started circling it.&nbsp; "Tell me, Commander, how much power does this generate?&nbsp; I mean, what does it make the Phoenix capable of?&nbsp; Will it be able to do all that Doctor Nuress asks and get us to Obi VI on time?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 03:34:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/L_%281%29.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0930 hours</strong><br><br><strong>Character name:</strong> Commander Kesi Oyana<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Corridor outside of Transporter room 1<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Watching the 'urination distance contest'<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miss Rose, Open<br><br><hr><br>Standing in a single spot near the master control panel she watches the woman she was showing around circle the railed-off pit that the large intermix chamber jutted up from.<br><br>"For the specifics you'll have to ask the Chief Engineer... Though the warp core not only powers both of the warp nacelles, but also provide primary power for the entire ship. Along with Offensive weapons and defensive deflectors." At the last question she purses her lips for a moment. "Well... the Phoenix is certainly not a top of the line Excelsior class starship, but the power output is quite high."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 04:11:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Brunette-hair-color-for-2013-1_zpse07b2750.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0930 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Elisha Rose</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Engineering</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Oyana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Ship tour</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Oyana, Wade</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>"So, if the warp core were to go down, nothing would function, is that right?" she asked curiously.&nbsp; "What happens then?&nbsp; Isn't there a backup or something?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 04:17:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/L_%281%29.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0930 hours</strong><br><br><strong>Character name:</strong> Commander Kesi Oyana<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Engineering<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Ship Tour<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miss Rose, Open<br><br><hr><br>She purses her full lips for a moment, settling her dark eyes on the rather curious woman for several long, and silent moments. Was this just curiosity, it -almost- seemed like more...<br><br>"Yes, the impulse engines run off of fusion generators, they can be used to power the ship in an emergency situation. There are also a series of batteries that can provide aux power if necessary."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 04:54:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Brunette-hair-color-for-2013-1_zpse07b2750.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0930 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Elisha Rose</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Engineering</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Oyana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Ship tour</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Oyana, Wade</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>"Ah, right!&nbsp; The impulse engines.&nbsp; I almost forgot about those," she replied with a faraway thought.&nbsp; "So, do you think that Commander Wade is done with Doctor Nuress.&nbsp; I know that she can be quite demanding but she's quite good at what she does.&nbsp; I hope that you won't feel that she's too much of an inconvenience."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 06:16:28</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 - 0915</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Conference Room<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; O'Connor and Duskfire <br>Doing:&nbsp; Being grilled<br>Tagging: open<br><br>Nadami finds himself nodding in agreement with Duskfire again. <em>The man has a good head on his shoulders,</em> he thinks as he finds himself looking at the CSO in a new light. "Commander Duskfire is exactly right," he says. "None of us doubts Dr. Nuress' abilities. But given completely free rein to her ego, I suspect she will be her own worst enemy... and the mission's. No matter how noble her aspirations."<br><br>"I realize, sir," he adds, "this is a... slight departure from the strategy I outlined in my report." He grimaces uncomfortably. 'Slight departure' is understating it, and he won't be surprised if the Captain calls him on it. "But <em>no</em> Doctor is so capable that they can solve a problem this complex in total isolation. That's a lesson I learned a long time ago... and that Doctor Nuress has yet to learn. She's young, no doubt she's brilliant... but even the brightest mind can make itself stupid through pride. If she develops tunnel vision, which appears to have already happened, the results could be <em>more</em> deaths on Obi VI rather than less." He shrugs. "I agree with Commander Duskfire. We should bring our full resources to bear on the problem whether she likes it or not. My personal pride aside, that is my professional opinion as CMO. Write me up for it if you like." <br><br>He shakes his head and adds: "At any rate, I wasn't asking to be put on her team. What I stated was that my duties as Ship's Surgeon require me to monitor activities in Sickbay. That is, as it happens, simply true... and needs to happen. A single-minded personality in pursuit of a goal can lose sight of seemingly small procedural considerations." A memory wells up as he speaks of the old days aboard the <em>Constitution</em>. Captain Kalmar berating him for bringing aboard samples of an alien lifeform without proper quarantine procedure... a lifeform that had damned near disabled the ship. He'd resented Chris for a long time for that... but the man had been right. <em>I like to think my social skills were never that stunted,</em> he thinks: <em>But maybe I see something of my old self in Dr. Nuress. Is that what put me at loggerheads with her so quickly?</em><br><br>"Besides that, Dr. Nuress has confused her mission authority with shipboard authority. The sooner she develops an understanding of the limits of her authority as well as ours, the better. After all, she's eventually going to have to interact with planetside authorities on Obi VI to carry out any treatment. If she behaves there as she's already behaved here, how well do you think that can go?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 22:47:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0915 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Conference Room 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Interrogating the Chiefs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>O'Connor's body posture remained stiff and rigid as she listened to what Nadami and Duskfire had to say.&nbsp; After a few more seconds of consideration, O'Connor told them, "While your intentions may be noble or well intended, there is a simple reality here.&nbsp; That reality is to make sure that Nuress has the ability to do whatever it is she intends to do and she has the ultimate authority where that's concerned.&nbsp; Now, if she thinks she's going to run my ship or take it over, that's another matter completely.&nbsp; So far, I have not seen that she's done that.&nbsp; What I have seen are two experienced officers who have fanned flames.&nbsp; That's not your job.&nbsp; That's mine," she said with a wicked grin.&nbsp; <br><br>"I do not need for Starfleet to think that I do not have control over my officers.&nbsp; You both need to think a bit more before you act," she added noting the irony of her statement.&nbsp; O'Connor was famous for acting first due to her temper and asking questions later.&nbsp; "Now, Doctor Nuress already has a team that is with her, so she's not alone.&nbsp; While I appreciate that you both desire to help, don't you think it is better to let her come to you with her requirements, especially given her personality?&nbsp; She seems to appreciate Commander Wade.&nbsp; Perhaps you could ask her for advice on dealing with Doctor Nuress."<br><br>She paused for a second and then continued, "What she does after she leaves here is none of our concern.&nbsp; In the meantime, I suggest that both of you mind your own duties.&nbsp; If Doctor Nuress interferes with those in the least, let me know and I will have words with her.&nbsp; Are we clear?"&nbsp; <em>I wonder if they will want to have words with me off the record,</em> O'Connor pondered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 13:20:25</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td> Lieutenant Shrass Athrun</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Leaving the AStrometrics Lab</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Sophie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Striking up a conversationt</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Sophie, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Andorian gave an easy smile, his antenna turning to regard her more carefully.&nbsp; Human or not, she smelled very femeinine.&nbsp; Strong too, even in this uneasy situation, he could recognize her confidence.&nbsp; (And that she’d been exercising not so long ago.)&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Pleased to meet you, miss Doortje.”&nbsp; He should have called her ensign, but the more intimate form of address just slipped out.&nbsp; “I noticed the changes on this deck too,” he replied, “Something about the enlarging of astrometrics in the latest refit.&nbsp; I haven’t found a working map.&nbsp; Let me get a PAD and we can file a report on the needed revisions?”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BetaBonk</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 22:49:56</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 - 0915</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/BenDuskfire.jpg)</div>Character: CSO Ben Duskfire <br>Location:&nbsp; &nbsp;Conference Room 1 <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Captain &amp; Nadami <br>Doing:&nbsp; Working <br>Tagging: O'Connor, Nadami <br><br>Ben Duskfire thought he had heard words from the captain that insinuated an abrogation of responsibilities beyond mere obedience to orders.&nbsp; However, he reminded himself that he did not yet know the captain very well and held his tongue on that point -- at least for the moment.<br><br>"I'm sure we'll both render whatever assistance we are asked for, Captain... although I seriously doubt we'll be asked for more than errand-work.&nbsp; She seemed to take particular delight in denigrating our doctor's intellect."<br><br>"But I do hope that there's nothing in the orders indicating that Nuress has sole claim to the pandemic.&nbsp; It sounded like Dr. Nadami had some ideas of his own to pursue.&nbsp; I hope we can support those equally well.&nbsp; Hmm, well... if it were <em>my</em> home planet that were sick, I'd just call in every medical mind within subspace range for collaboration."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 15:24:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/13431d5efcebcc887d827079efd6f14a/tumblr_midmpmJE7E1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Outside Astrometrics</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Lt. Shrass Athrun</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Learning the Layout</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Lt. Arthrun</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr>So it wasn't her fault or ineptness.&nbsp; Sofie smiled for a brief instant, relieved inside and happy about not being found wanting, if even by herself.&nbsp; "Thank you.&nbsp; It's important that these things match up.&nbsp; A DC party could have gotten turned around or a medical team lost crucial seconds.&nbsp; I'll wait here," she told the Andorian.<br><br>When he returned with the PAD, Sofie worked with Arthrun to remap the offending section and get it submitted to the computer for incorporation into the memory banks.&nbsp; Sofie made sure, insisted, that both of their names appear on the report.&nbsp; She'd found the error, sure, but the Andorian had helped her confirm and report it.&nbsp; Credit belonged to both of them, and responsibility as well if they were in error.&nbsp; Sofie didn't think they were.&nbsp; The Andorian was rather smart, she'd already noticed, and he would have caught a mistake she had made by now.<br><br>"That was good work," she said and clapped the Andorian on the shoulder.&nbsp; "Thank you for showing me that trick about remapping with the PADD.&nbsp; I didn't know that before."&nbsp; Sofie handed it back to him.&nbsp; "I'm off duty, just familiarizing myself with the layout.&nbsp; Are you working or free to get a cup of the stimulant of your choice in the galley?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 02:02:06</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 - 0917</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Conference Room<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; O'Connor and Duskfire <br>Doing:&nbsp; Being grilled<br>Tagging: open<br><br><em>She does think she's going to run your ship,</em> he thinks as the Captain speaks, but he holds his tongue. He has no solid proof of this yet, and if he's right, the Captain will find out soon enough. Nor does he demur at the comment about her associates; they look to him like lickspittles, but he can't prove that either. The proof will be in the outcome... it's too bad that the people of Obi VI will pay for any mistake, but orders are orders. A hard lesson to learn, but Starfleet has taught it well.<br><br>Instead he gives a self-depracating smile at Duskfire's comments. "Any ideas I have," he assures: "Will be properly channeled to Nuress and her team. As to doing my duties... well, as long as Nuress can't interfere with my monitoring of Sickbay, that won't be an issue. But I don't want to fan any more flames. And I don't need to be there in person to do it." Shrugging, he adds: "As long as Mister Duskfire has permission to pipe all data from the Sickbay computers directly to my emergency Sickbay centre, I'll be happy to stay out of Dr. Nuress' sight as much as I can."<br><br><em>Although,</em> he thinks, <em>I may yet find some excuses to look in. There's something... fascinating about the woman.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 02:30:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0915 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Conference Room 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Interrogating the Chiefs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>O'Connor started to turn a bit pink in the face at Duskfire's statement about what he would do.&nbsp; <em>Is he challenging me and my authority?&nbsp; He had better not be or he will spend the rest of my command in the brig.</em>&nbsp; After mentally counting to ten, she responded to Duskfire, "I appreciate your concern.&nbsp; I would probably feel the same.&nbsp; But, let's give Nuress the benefit of the doubt.&nbsp; Perhaps she has made significant progress and that anything you did would be repetitive.&nbsp; I don't know.&nbsp; I 'm not a doctor but I think our doctor has the right idea about this."<br><br>She gave an appreciative nod to Nadami.&nbsp; "I will make sure that Doctor Nuress does not interfere with your regular duties, Doctor.&nbsp; If you and Mister Duskfire wish to do your own research, you may.&nbsp; Just make sure that you have something before turning it over to Nuress.&nbsp; I want this taxi ride to be as smooth as possible.&nbsp; Perhaps then we could get to go and explore a bit."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 11:38:09</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td> Lieutenant Shrass Athrun</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The Galley</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Sophie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Sharing embarrassing academy stories.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Sophie </td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shrass put himself into their work with good cheer, one antenna usually keeping towards her.&nbsp; &nbsp;He grinned at the invitation, “I’ve been off shift since we met, and I’d like that very much.”&nbsp; He chuckled at a memory.&nbsp; “When we get to the galley I’ll tell you a story.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the galley, the slender blue man ordered something called ‘Vrasstis.’&nbsp; “And pour the ensing a little cup too.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He offered to carry her drink to the table, then sat across form her and put his drink between them.&nbsp; It was creamy, with a twirl of something crimson.&nbsp; “The crimson swirl is Vra, a popular recreational stimulant, like coffee.&nbsp; It comes from a cane, and tastes somewhat similar to a spiced liquor.&nbsp; It actually can be fermented, but the normal flavor is apparently quite similar to an earth drink called cinnamon schnapps.&nbsp; The creamy drink is basically a sweetened yogurt, not unlike kefir.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He stirred it a few times then took a sip.&nbsp; “Mmm…&nbsp; It’s still fresh.&nbsp; I hope the galley has enough to last ‘til we next reach civilized ports.”&nbsp; He took another sip and sat the glass back down.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“My second year at the academy, we had a brief vacation at mid winter.&nbsp; My study group invited me to party, with trappings from a variety of traditional religious festivals like evergreen boughs, red and white striped candies, and a small model of a barn depicting the birth of a prophet.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You can imagine my surprise at finding a punch bowl full of Vrasstis.&nbsp; I hadn’t had any in months, and had some studying to do after the party, so I drank several cups, enjoying the local touches.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Now, Andorians respond to alcohol about like most people, but our circulatory system is such that it tends to sneak up on us.&nbsp; &nbsp;About three hours into the party, I found myself weaving around the living room, singing slurred war songs in Andorian Standard and cheering everything that happened in Japanese.&nbsp; You can imagine the hard time I got the next morning for mistaking hard eggnog with cinnamon schnapps for a latte”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BetaBonk</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 19:15:08</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 - 0915</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/BenDuskfire.jpg)</div>Character: CSO Ben Duskfire <br>Location:&nbsp; &nbsp;Conference Room 1 <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Captain &amp; Nadami<br>Doing:&nbsp; renewing his exasperation <br>Tagging: O'Connor, Nadami <br><br>Ben Duskfire paused a moment, internally wrestling with confusion.&nbsp; The captain was obviously upset, but he wasn't precisely sure that her ire was being raised by the right things.&nbsp; And the words he heard next from her -- did they indicate a complete disregard for the suffering on Obi VI, or just a complete confidence in Dr. Nuress?&nbsp; He was hard pressed to decide which one was more inappropriate.<br><br>In the end, he filed it all away for further examination; and the part of his brain that had been attempting to figure out Dr. Nuress was now also engaged in trying to figure out the captain.<br><br>"As you wish, Captain.&nbsp; With your permission, I'll provide a link from the sickbay computers to Dr. Nadami's temporary base of operations..."&nbsp; He turned to the doctor, "um, which is exactly where, by the way?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 00:55:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/L_%281%29.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0935 hours</strong><br><br><strong>Character name:</strong> Commander Kesi Oyana<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Engineering<br><br><strong>Doing:</strong> Ship Tour<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miss Rose, Open<br><br><hr><br>She watched quietly as the woman she was showing the ship to looked around the cavernous engine room. Her lips purse as she speaks about the Chief Engineer and the Doctor they had just picked up.<br><br>"An inconvenience? I would not know... I do plan to give the good Doctor a wide berth as she seems a bit... I think the old word 'ornery' would be most apt. I am not sure where the Chief Engineer is, but I don't think she will be away to long if you would like to discuss the particulars of your power needs with her."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 02:22:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.eftekasat.net/pmg/pix_edadasastew/3841/Jewel_Staite_-_Glenn_Campbell_Photoshoot_011.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0900 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Lt. Commander Caitlin Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Main Engineering</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Entire Engineering Staff</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working her ass off</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Commander Oyana, Elisha Rose</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Wade was up to her elbows in a console not far away from the Warp Core when she heard the familiar voice of the ship's Executive Officer.&nbsp; The young woman that had arrived with Doctor Nuress was standing next to her...obviously asking the Commander questions about something or other.&nbsp; Given the proximity to the Core....she guessed that's what they were talking about.&nbsp; Caitlin scowled a bit, the last thing she needed was one of Nuress' minions checking up on her....and dragging the XO down here went beyond mere annoyance.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking down into the console, she finished making the adjustments she'd been in the middle of and withdrew herself from the circuitry.&nbsp; It would be best to get the both of them out of here so they could get on with things. There was a lot to do before they made orbit.&nbsp; The brunnette tugged down on her jacket and moved across the space to where her superior officer was standing with the younger woman.&nbsp; "Is there something I can help you with, Commander?"<br><br>"As you can see...we're all quite busy down here," she said, indicating her frenzy of activity going on around them.&nbsp; "The power output required for the Doctor's quarantine field is going to require us to tap the Phoenix's Warp Core and we're in the middle of getting the power tap set up and ready to go for once we make orbit."<br><br>The Chief Engineer hoped that Commander Oyana wouldn't take her as insubordinate....but no one in Engineering had time for distractions.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 23:37:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/13431d5efcebcc887d827079efd6f14a/tumblr_midmpmJE7E1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The Galley</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Lt. Shrass Athrun</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Learning the Layout</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Lt. Arthrun &amp; Open If Desired</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Shrass was hilarious and easy to talk to.&nbsp; For someone with her tendency towards being reticent, Sofie felt remarkably at ease with him.&nbsp; Perhaps it was because he wasn't human, and so she didn't feel the accumulated baggage of person to person interactions and social mores and worries with him that she did with her own kind.&nbsp; Not that he wasn't a person, just that he wasn't a human person.&nbsp; Or, something like that.&nbsp; The drink wasn't bad either and after her initial hesitant sip, Sofie took to it though it did tend to cling to her upper lip and leave a mil, or rather vrasstis mustache.&nbsp; A little bit remained after her last sip and Sofie seemed unaware of it.<br><br>"We have something called jenever you should try then.&nbsp; It's, do you know gin?&nbsp; It's similar to gin, but smoother and less intensely flavored.&nbsp; Really, it's better.&nbsp; We serve it in a tulip glass with a little sugar and water.&nbsp; I'll make you one sometime.&nbsp; I don't have any now; I rarely drink.&nbsp; It's not good for my body and goes to fat.&nbsp; In fact," she frowned and pushed the glass away then poked the side of her tummy, "I'm going to have to work this off later.&nbsp; It's good though.&nbsp; Thank you for introducing me to it."<br><br>Sofie smiled, briefly, "Tell me about your ice axe.&nbsp; Is it ornamental, like the sock knives some of the Scots, or maybe they're English, carry when they wear kilts?&nbsp; Or is it a weapon?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 03:38:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Brunette-hair-color-for-2013-1_zpse07b2750.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0930 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Elisha Rose</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Engineering</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Oyana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Ship tour</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Oyana, Wade</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Oyana watched quietly as the woman she was showing the ship to looked around the cavernous engine room. Her lips purse as she speaks about the Chief Engineer and the Doctor they had just picked up.<br><br>"An inconvenience? I would not know... I do plan to give the good Doctor a wide berth as she seems a bit... I think the old word 'ornery' would be most apt. I am not sure where the Chief Engineer is, but I don't think she will be away to long if you would like to discuss the particulars of your power needs with her."<br><br>Wade was up to her elbows in a console not far away from the Warp Core when she heard the familiar voice of the ship's Executive Officer.&nbsp; The young woman that had arrived with Doctor Nuress was standing next to her...obviously asking the Commander questions about something or other.&nbsp; Given the proximity to the Core....she guessed that's what they were talking about.&nbsp; Caitlin scowled a bit, the last thing she needed was one of Nuress' minions checking up on her....and dragging the XO down here went beyond mere annoyance.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking down into the console, she finished making the adjustments she'd been in the middle of and withdrew herself from the circuitry.&nbsp; It would be best to get the both of them out of here so they could get on with things. There was a lot to do before they made orbit.&nbsp; The brunnette tugged down on her jacket and moved across the space to where her superior officer was standing with the younger woman.&nbsp; "Is there something I can help you with, Commander?"<br><br>"As you can see...we're all quite busy down here," she said, indicating her frenzy of activity going on around them.&nbsp; "The power output required for the Doctor's quarantine field is going to require us to tap the Phoenix's Warp Core and we're in the middle of getting the power tap set up and ready to go for once we make orbit."<br><br>The Chief Engineer hoped that Commander Oyana wouldn't take her as insubordinate....but no one in Engineering had time for distractions.<br><br>"I'm sorry," Rose apologized.&nbsp; "I was just wondering at what the Phoenix could do and how Doctor Nuress' requirements would affect our abilities.&nbsp; Doctor Nuress does have a way of forgetting about much more than her research.&nbsp; That's why I am here.&nbsp; To help think of those things."&nbsp; She gave Wade a warm smile.&nbsp; "Commander Oyana has been quite helpful but she said that you would know more of the details on the output.&nbsp; Could you spare a minute?" she asked sweetly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 08:55:05</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 - 0919</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Conference Room<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; O'Connor and Duskfire <br>Doing:&nbsp; Moving on<br>Tagging: open<br><br>"The hangar bay on Deck 18," says Nadami in response to Duskfire's question. "Thank you, Captain. Commander. I'll keep in close touch with both of you as I monitor Nuress' work." He gives Duskfire a small bow, his eyes conveying, he hopes, his gratitude for the CSO's support.<br><br><em>Monitor her work... and carry on my own.</em> Nodding to them both, he gets ready to depart. His mind is already racing past the unpleasant confrontation with Nuress -- it's gone some way toward answering some questions, but there are others still whirring in the background, and not just about Starfleet's volatile specialist. A conversation with one of his Sickbay staff -- about traditional culture and religion, and about spirits -- is still rattling around his cerebral cortex along with a hundred other factoids from his recent crash course on adaptive viruses. There is indeed work to be done, and plenty of it. Time to get to it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>25-03-2013, 00:02:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0920 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Conference Room 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Interrogating the Chiefs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>O'Connor nodded at both of them.&nbsp; "You're dismissed.&nbsp; Doctor, however, could I have a moment of your time?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 02:07:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.eftekasat.net/pmg/pix_edadasastew/3841/Jewel_Staite_-_Glenn_Campbell_Photoshoot_011.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0900 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Lt. Commander Caitlin Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Main Engineering</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Entire Engineering Staff</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working her ass off</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Commander Oyana, Elisha Rose</td></tr></tbody></table><br>"May I ask why you need to know the specifics of the Phoenix's potential power output?"&nbsp; The maximum power output of Starfleet Ships of the Line was classified to those that needed to know.&nbsp; It was like the ship's shield frequencies and harmonics....or their phaser frequencies.&nbsp; If you had that information, you could pound a ship to nothing or render it's defenses useless.&nbsp; Knowing the power output capacity of a ship told you how fast it could move...how much power it could put behind it's offensive and defensive systems.&nbsp; Yes, Dr. Nuress' mission was important...but did either of them have clearance to know that information?<br><br>Wade looked at the XO expectantly, "Does Miss Rose have the security clearance to know that information, Commander?"<br><br>"Though if you want less specific answers...I'm sure I can answer your questions without divulging any classified information."&nbsp; She paused a moment...then added, "Though it will have to be brief....there's quite a bit of work left to do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 12:50:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Rosalie_Raveel.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0915 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>1st Lt. Rosalie Raveel</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The Bridge</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Finishing her shift</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br>Rosalie was longing for a cup – nay a pot – of coffee as her shift crawled towards it end. She was just about ready to lock her console and pack things up when something caught her attention. There was some noise in the deflector array, something resembling a resonance pulse, only there was no reason why such a phenomenon would show up on her sensors. Instead of locking her console, she started to capture the pulse in a digital file. After a while, the basic structure of the pulse started to become familiar to her. <strong>“Hang on a minute…”</strong> It was a message! Someone was using the deflector array to get a communication off the ship, without using the normal communication system. It was a way of circumventing the logs. After a few minutes, the pulse ended as abruptly as it hard started. In those few minutes, she had captured most of the raw data blocks sent out after she had started monitoring it. Unsurprisingly, the data was encrypted. Depending on the complexity of the key, it could take anything from a couple of hours to several months to decrypt. In any case, this was something that needed to be brought to the attention of the captain. She transferred the data to a pad and then proceeded to the conference room, after asking the Computer for the captain’s whereabouts. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 02:57:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Brunette-hair-color-for-2013-1_zpse07b2750.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0930 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Elisha Rose</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Engineering</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Oyana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Ship tour</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Oyana, Wade</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Rose smiled sweetly at Wade and Oyana.&nbsp; "Why would I need clearance?&nbsp; I am the liaison for StarFleet.&nbsp; Besides, the matter is more of concern or worry as I know that Doctor Nuress will be taking on significant ship resources.&nbsp; What should happen if we ran into an emergency?&nbsp; Or if we should, heaven forbid, enemies of some sort.&nbsp; I mean, would we be able to function?"&nbsp; <br><br>Rose shuffled her feet a bit.&nbsp; "Maybe I am just a silly worry wort."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 03:26:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0920 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Conference Room 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire, Raveel</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Dismissing CSO and Welcoming Raveel to the Conversation</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire, Raveel</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>O'Connor watched as Duskfire was about to leave and was getting ready to address Nadami on a personal level when she watched Raveel step into the room.&nbsp; After a split second momentary questioning look that most might not have caught, O'Connor was all business, and a little curt, not pleased at having to slip back into Captain mode when she had managed to lower some of her defenses for the moment.&nbsp; "Lieutenant?&nbsp; What is it that I can do for you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 03:38:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1846 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Officer's Mess</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Dinner with the CMO</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>O'Connor told Nadami, "I don't think it is a good idea if the Chief Medical Officer poisons himself.&nbsp; Why don't we just pull something out of the food processor and pretend that you did not cook?&nbsp; Alright?"&nbsp; She gave Nadami an awkward, crooked grin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 15:40:29</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 - 0920</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Conference Room<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; O'Connor, Raveel and Duskfire <br>Doing:&nbsp; Heading out<br>Tagging: open<br><br>Nadami can't help but feel curious about what it was that O'Connor had been about to ask him. Had he caught the slightest hint of something a little more... personal shading into her tone? He wasn't sure. He tried to keep any speculation off his face as he said: "I really must get my new 'sickbay' up and running. I'll leave you to it. Captain, sir, please feel free to catch up with me there at your convenience."<br><br>With a mental note to double his morning's herbal treatment starting tomorrow, he heads out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 16:02:28</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 1847</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Officer's mess<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; O'Connor <br>Doing:&nbsp; Deciding that less is more<br>Tagging: open<br><br>Smiling ruefully, he says: "You may have a point, Captain. Those couple of forkfuls might prove to be more than enough, in any case." Looking among the food synthesizer cards, he says: "There's a program here for sherbet. Might be a little safer."<br><br>Returning the Captain's awkward grin with one of his own, he adds: "Is there anything in my report you'd like to discuss further, sir? I think we still have time to cover other topics if you'd like."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 20:43:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1848 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Officer's Mess</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Dinner with the CMO</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>O'Connor nodded.&nbsp; "Sherbet is just fine.&nbsp; As to other things to discuss in your report, no.&nbsp; This is the first time that I have had a social meal since Roger disappeared.&nbsp; Since you're sworn to a vow of celebacy, you're safe to have a meal with.&nbsp; I don't have to worry about all the politics of dating or the hazards of dating a Captain with you.&nbsp; That is why I accepted.&nbsp; That makes you a rare gift.&nbsp; Maybe I should just have an entire crew of Deltans."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 21:38:56</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 1849</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Officer's mess<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; O'Connor <br>Doing:&nbsp; Sherbet and conversation<br>Tagging: open<br><br>His expression grows sombre at the mention of Roger as he comes back to the table with the glasses of sherbet, handing one to the Captain. "I'm glad to be able to help in any way I can Captain," he says earnestly. "Truly. I'm sorry never to have gotten to meet Roger -- from what I've heard of him he sounds like he was a fine man. I'm very sorry for your loss." <br><br>The thoughts of Neyenue come back strongly, making him pensive. Among all the complicated feelings surrounding his memories of his estranged wife -- the yearning, the anger, the disappointment, the bitterness, the resignation -- the one he rarely thinks of is <em>reassurance</em>: the knowledge of her being there for him to have feelings about. Like it or not, he's relied upon it over the years. He wonders what it would be like to have to face the universe without that reassurance... as the Captain does. His eyes fill with the sympathy that wells up in him as he looks at her.<br><br>"And," he adds aloud. "I'm relieved to hear that you feel at ease in my company. I don't get much opportunity for social meals either. It is always pleasant to have someone to talk to... and it's especially important that you and I feel able to be completely open with each other."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 03:55:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1850 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Officer's Mess</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Dinner with the CMO</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>"I can't be completely open with you or anyone else, Doctor.&nbsp; That's the nature of the beast of being Captain.&nbsp; However, it is nice to know that there is someone I can occasionally turn to.&nbsp; I doubt that I will ever be able to date, so this will have to do.&nbsp; Even so, I always have it in the back of my mind that he might still be alive.&nbsp; i just feel that I have to look hard enough, figure out what it is I'm missing about his disappearance....&nbsp; Does that make sense?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 09:29:47</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 1851</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Officer's mess<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; O'Connor <br>Doing:&nbsp; Sherbet and conversation<br>Tagging: open<br><br>He nods at her reference to the responsibilities of leadership. "Heavy lies the crown, as ancient cultures used to say," he agrees. "Can't say that's something I envy you, but of course you're right."<br><br>"As for wondering about the past, and about possibilities... the rational medical practitioner in me wants to advise you against it. Needless source of stress, and all that." He shrugs. "And there's a lot to be said for that perspective. But there's also a universe beyond the strict boundaries of science and medical practice. 'More things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in our philosophy,' as your world's Bard once put it. And the priest in me feels that there's a place for intuition, for following a gut instinct. We owe a lot more to that capacity than science is often willing to acknowledge." <br><br>With a self-deprecating smile at his own verbosity, he goes on: "That's a long way of saying that yes. That does make sense."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 02:51:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.eftekasat.net/pmg/pix_edadasastew/3841/Jewel_Staite_-_Glenn_Campbell_Photoshoot_011.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0900 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Lt. Commander Caitlin Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Main Engineering</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Entire Engineering Staff</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working her ass off</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Commander Oyana, Elisha Rose</td></tr></tbody></table><br>"It would be best if we didn't run into any Klingons.&nbsp; We would have to take power back from Sickbay for the shields and weapons systems. We will have to physically quarantine Sickbay in such a case.&nbsp; Emergency power will be diverted where it's needed...shoring up shields...weapons...structural integrity."&nbsp; Wade wasn't about to give a civilian the raw numbers on her ship.&nbsp; She'd be liable for courts-martial if she did.&nbsp; So she kept it general. <br><br>"So for the sake of the people on the planet and us up here on this ship....let's hope no one decides to crash our party."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 03:14:05</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Brunette-hair-color-for-2013-1_zpse07b2750.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0931 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Elisha Rose</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Engineering</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Oyana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Ship tour</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Oyana, Wade</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Rose tilted her head at Wade's comment.&nbsp; "Do you have a problem with Klingons, Commander Wade?&nbsp; They are our allies now thanks to the efforts of Captain Kirk."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 03:21:14</strong>
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				<strong>Day 3 - 0900 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>None</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Outside the Ship</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Shrass Athrun</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Unknown</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Shrass Athrun</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Shrass was manning the helm and as he looked out into space, he could swear that he saw some sort of distortion in space.&nbsp; However, as he checked his instruments, he could see that everything appeared normal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 03:25:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1852 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Officer's Mess</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Dinner with the CMO</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>O'Connor gave a crooked smile at Nadami.&nbsp; "Well, you certainly do not seem to lack for breath when it comes to speaking," she said with a small laugh.&nbsp; "Thank you for thinking that I am not insane.&nbsp; Of course, I would expect that you tell nobody of this, right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 03:46:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Brunette-hair-color-for-2013-1_zpse07b2750.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 1100 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Elisha Rose</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Hangar Bay, Deck 18</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Ship tour</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Oyana had left Rose to her own devices as Oyana had to take care of ship's business.&nbsp; A crew member had informed the inquisitive Rose that sick bay had temporarily been moved to the hangar bay due to Nuress' insistence to own the entirety of sickbay.&nbsp; Rose had decided that it would be best to check on the doctor to see how he was settling in.&nbsp; <br><br>Moving calmly but lazily into the hangar bay, she called out, "Doctor Nadami, are you here?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>14-04-2013, 11:49:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Rosalie_Raveel.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0925 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>1st Lt. Rosalie Raveel</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Conference room 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Captain O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Reporting about the covert message</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Captain O'Connor</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Rosalie pressed the button nearby the conference door panel to signal her arrival. After she was called in, she stepped into the vacant conference room and stood to attention in front of the captain. "<strong>Captain, I found something that you should probably be made aware of. I noticed a resonance pulse on our deflector array. At first I thought it was just galactic static, but it has the basic structure of a data message. I was able to capture most of the transmission, though it appears to be encrypted. I transfered it onto this datapad."</strong> She handed the pad to the captain. <strong>"I'm afraid I was unable to figure out the source of the transmission, anyone with access to a console and a high enough security clearance could have sent the message. Why they would feel the need to circumvent the regular communication system is beyond me... Unless they have reason to want to keep the message of the logs?" </strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>14-04-2013, 22:30:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0926 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Conference Room 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Raveel</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Getting the Bad News</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Raveel</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>O'Connor furrowed her brows as she listened to the news.&nbsp; She gave Raveel a look of serious concentration and dismay.&nbsp; "Are we certain that the source of origin is from this ship?"&nbsp; She looked at the data PADD and her brows narrowed in further.&nbsp; "Raveel, I think that you and Duskfire will have to work on this.&nbsp; I do not want to jump to any conclusions without facts.&nbsp; Work with communications, as well.&nbsp; I want to know where this communication came from, where it was going and what it said."<br><br>She looked up from the PADD and with deadly seriousness told Raveel, "I want you to also monitor for any other communications that are sent out in a similar fashion.&nbsp; Perhaps the next time we will catch it as it is going out.&nbsp; As they say, where there's smoke, there's fire.&nbsp; If someone's communicating this way once, chances are high that it will be done again."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 09:28:07</strong>
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				<strong>Day 1 - 1853</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Officer's mess<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; O'Connor <br>Doing:&nbsp; Sherbet and conversation<br>Tagging: open<br><br>"I'm talkative by nature," he smiles in response. "But I'm discreet when I have to be. You needn't worry on my account, Captain."<br><br>Feeling more at ease with their exchange, he takes another sweet spoonful of sherbet and tastes it as he finds himself studying her face quite unabashedly. At first it's in an attempt to catalogue all the similarities and differences with his faraway wife, but it's also partially in an attempt to cut through that, to see her for her. Something that he's going to need to be able to do if they're to be on a long-duration deep space mission together.<br><br>Switching topics, he asks: "I wonder, Captain... and I hope you don't find the question forward, but do you mind if I ask you... what would you say is the most difficult command decision you've ever faced? As an officer, I mean, Captain or not."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 09:39:34</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 - 1100</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Hangar Bay - Deck 18<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Elisha Rose<br>Doing:&nbsp; A hundred things at once<br>Tagging: open<br><br>Setting up an "alternate sickbay" has proved to be no trivial matter. Surrounded by orderlies and crates of medical supplies and half-assembled beds, Nadami is growing increasingly ill-tempered as he has to give an order for the eighth time today to have the Tiradonian medicinal sweetwater supplies put in their correct placing next to the Tholian bile gland extract. Silently mocking him nearby, where he hasn't looked at it in hours, is the PADD with Duskfire's feed of Dr. Nuress' research, the real business of the day. <br><br>His irritation shows in his flashing eyes as Elisha Rose interrupts him. But he keeps his tone civil, if a bit tight, as he asks: "Yes, how can I help you, Miss Rose?" Gesturing around them, he adds: "I hope you don't mind if I keep working while we talk, do you? Plenty still to get done here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 18:48:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Day 1</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td> Lieutenant Shrass Athrun</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Main Bridge</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td></tr></tbody></table>Ben Duskfire<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Wondering if that's a cloaked ship?</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Sophie, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Shrass flicked a few switches, then arched a paper white eyebrow--looking oddly like a Vulcan.&nbsp; <br><br>"Excuse me, sir," he said to the XO on duty.&nbsp; "I have need of the main view screen."&nbsp; <br><br>If he got the nod, he continued, "Computer, play back all feeds from 0857 to 0858..."&nbsp; <br><br>He studied the screen carefully, letting his eyes do what the instruments were having trouble with.&nbsp; "Grid overlay, computer."&nbsp; He nodded, looking for the distortion.&nbsp; <br><br>"Freeze.&nbsp; Enhance grid 7-G?"&nbsp; <br><br>Then he glanced at the science station, "Can someone tell me what that is?&nbsp; Navigational sensors can't get a look at it."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BetaBonk</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 22:55:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Day 2 (? temporally confused)<br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/BenDuskfire.jpg)</div>Character: CSO Ben Duskfire <br>Location:&nbsp; &nbsp;Bridge <br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Lt Athrun &amp; bridge crew <br>Doing:&nbsp; Working <br>Tagging: open <br><br>Ben Duskfire had been poring over his console, thinking how best to go about investigating Dr. Nuress' past achievements without the captain thinking he was just being petty.&nbsp; LT Athrun's query brought him out of his reverie... he was not immediately concerned by a supposed anomaly, but thought it commendable that the crew had personnel both observant and curious.&nbsp; Somewhat belatedly, he thought someone should offer that commendation, and since the captain wasn't present...<br><br>"Well spotted, lieutenant.&nbsp; A purely visual phenomenon?&nbsp; Let's see what comes up..."<br><br>Duskfire brought up the sensor viewer, but instead of examining the disturbance directly (which he wasn't sure he had actually seen, if truth be told), he fingered through a series of scans he had studied at the academy, the sorts of things that might indirectly reveal the presence of cloaked Romulans or dangerous subspace aberrations -- ionization trails, graviton wakes, photon lensing....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>02-05-2013, 03:03:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/KellyJeanOConnor_zps7af3c76f.gif)</div><strong>Day 1 - 1852 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Captain Kelly Jean O'Connor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Officer's Mess</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Dinner with the CMO</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>O'Connor swallowed hard.&nbsp; "Toughest command decision?&nbsp; I had to give the order to end the search for Roger," she said softly and obviously pained.&nbsp; "We had already stayed for a couple extra days but no evidence was forthcoming...."<br><br>Trying to change the subject, "What was your most difficult decision?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devil's Advocate</strong> on <strong>02-05-2013, 03:12:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Brunette-hair-color-for-2013-1_zpse07b2750.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 1101 Hours</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Elisha Rose</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Hangar Bay, Deck 18</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Ship tour</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>"No, I don't mind at all," she told Nadami pleasantly.&nbsp; "I'm rather sorry about the way Doctor Nuress treated you.&nbsp; That was really uncalled for.&nbsp; She's just, uh, rather determined...."&nbsp; She blushed a little as showed her embarrassment at the complete situation.&nbsp; "Do you need some help?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>06-05-2013, 23:21:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Day 1 - 1854</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Officer's mess<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; O'Connor <br>Doing:&nbsp; Sherbet and conversation<br>Tagging: open<br><br>"That makes sense," he nods, a bit chagrined at having brought up the painful memory for her.<br><br>"The most difficult decision I ever faced? During assignment on my first vessel, one of our crew was poisoned by an alien lifeform. I had to choose between losing the crewmember and breaking quarantine to bring a dangerous alien specimen on board for vivisection, and a chance at saving her." He grimaces and shakes his head. "I chose wrong."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: USS Phoenix, NCC-1718 - IC Thread - Trek Between Generations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyrano Johnson</strong> on <strong>06-05-2013, 23:33:15</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 - 1102</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO <br>Location:&nbsp; Hangar Bay - Deck 18<br>With:&nbsp; &nbsp; Elisha Rose<br>Doing:&nbsp; Refocusing on one thing<br>Tagging: open<br><br>Nadami turns his dark, glittering gaze on her, feeling suddenly contemplative as a possibility leaps unbidden to his mind. Elisha Rose is quite attractive... and seems quite earnest. He feels a bit queasy about the idea as it takes shape, he's always steered clear of any flirtation that might tempt a violation of his religious vows against taking advantage of sexually immature species, not to mention Starfleet's general order against Deltan fraternization.<br><br>Beckoning a nearby orderly, he gives some quick instructions about proper medicinal storage that will surely be flubbed, but keeps his attention on Rose. He knows the effect his direct gaze can have on humanoid women. It's wrong to use it to pump someone for information... but these are special circumstances. <br><br>"Thank you, Miss Rose," he tells her, looking earnestly into her eyes as he steps away from his work... and closer to her than prudence would normally allow. "Your concern is unnecessary, but it's most gratifying and most appreciated. As a matter of fact, there is something you could do to help me... although it has nothing to do with setting up sickbays." 
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